Sonjia's Tits

Sonjia's Tits

It wasn't my idea.

Swear to all the Gods.

Okay, here's how it started. First of all; I'm Walt. Walt Chapman. Distribution Supervisor at Pflug Medical Services. In other words, the Warehouse Foreman.

We supply doctor's offices with all the supplies they may need from printing paper to needles and catheters. I've been with them since high school. Twelve, thirteen years now. I started as a Gofer and worked my way up. Like it was hard. Not really; get the order, find the items, box and ship. I manage a crew of three plus one delivery driver.

Orders come from the Office. Three women handling the phones or texts, putting together the orders that are forwarded to me, and then I assign the sheet to one of my guys. On a slow day we might get fifteen or so orders. Most local. Usually close enough that our driver can deliver the same day.

Then there are the busy days. Some have fifty or more orders, scattered over a hundred mile circle.

Like I said, usually the Office just sends us a FAX with the information, but every now and then one of the ladies would hand deliver one. Usually something unusual that she wanted me aware of.

That was Sonjia. I asked her once why she walked them down. "I need the stretch. Sitting at a desk for hours on end kills me."

She's a bit younger than me, about twenty-five or so, five seven maybe (I'm five eight), brunette, and a bit overweight, but nice looking in a middle class kind of way. I don't mean that bad, hell, I'm middle class. I'm in good shape because of work, but I'd never pass as some movie star.

Over time we became friendly. Work friendly. Mostly talking about safe subjects like weather and sports. She never gossiped about the other women she worked with other than to say Carol or Bernice were having bad days. And that suited me fine. I have never been one to talk about my co - workers.

This past year Sonjia was pregnant, and sitting was even tougher on her, so she'd carry orders down several times a day. Then she'd take advantage of my kind nature and sit with her feet up for fifteen minutes or so. I didn't mind; she does have beautiful legs. Last February she was off for a month or so, having the baby. When she returned the whole company (twelve of us) gave her a welcome back party.

The next day she delivered invoices as usual, and of course sitting for a bit.

Now understand; my 'office' is just a desk, a phone/FAX, and a filing cabinet tucked into one corner of the warehouse, so it wasn't private in any sense. All the guys could see her sitting there and everyone could see nothing was going on.

Anyway, one day she came into my corner, handed me some invoices and plopped into a chair, letting out the longest sigh I had ever heard. "Are you alright?" I asked her. I mean what else can I say?

She looked at me for a moment. "Yes, just a long day." It was ten AM. And then I did the one thing I never do, I asked what the problem was.

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she searched my face. "Look, I need to talk to someone but the other women in the office are gossips, I'm living with my mother and can't talk to her, and I don't have a friend that would understand."

She searched my face again then looked around the warehouse. "Is there somewhere we can talk privately? I know we barely know each other, but I sense I can trust you."

I checked my watch, "In about an hour I'll be out in my van having lunch. You're welcome to join me. It's the gray one under the tree."

***

Whenever possible, weekends, holidays, vacations, I like to spend time in the mountains. Being in among the big trees is my church, my cathedral. So that's what my van is set up for; twenty-three feet long, two seats up front, a double size bed all the way back, a 'bathroom' and a small kitchenette with a table and two bench seats in the middle. Really a small motor home. So I was sitting at my table while cooking up some soup to have with a cheese sandwich when she knocked on the side. "Can I come in?"

I reached a hand to help her up and in and offered some soup. "No. Thanks, I have a salad." She was looking around as she spoke. "Do you live in here?"

"No." I laughed. "Well not normally. I have a house over off West Proctor that I inherited from my folks. I use this on weekends in the mountains."

She kept looking around but not looking at me, stalling. I poured my soup, offering her a taste. She took a deep breathe, "You're probably wondering what I need to talk to you about..."

I just shrugged and waited.

"You know I had a baby... the welcome back was so sweet... what nobody at work knows is her father wants nothing to do with her. Or me." She sat, staring out the door, but really at nothing. All my 'friends' know and while they are supportive, there is something I just can't talk about with them."

I asked what and she said "Milk?", so I said in the little refrigerator.

"No, I mean my milk. Even though I express a day's worth before coming to work my mother insists on using formula."

"Sonjia, I'm a single guy that has never had anything to do with babies. I was an only child. I'm confused. Why are you telling me?"

"Milk. I'm producing milk all day. It's a natural part of motherhood. But I can't get privacy here to express myself. I tried first day back and Bernice got after me."

So I'm sitting there hearing about things I never had to think about, which brought up the question; "Why are you telling me this?"

"Um... well... I need your help. See, when my breasts are full they literally hurt, plus I'm leaking and my bras can't hold it all so my blouses get stained and I have to wear a sweater to hide the stains and it's getting too hot for sweaters. I need help reducing the amount of milk so I can get through the afternoon. Please?"

Now, I'm not unfamiliar with breasts, but in the informal, playing with, sense. Usually with someone I've been seeing for a while. I checked my watch, still half an hour left.

"Okay. So, you want to borrow my van as a safe place to ease the pressure?"

"When I say help, I mean helping me express it."

"You want me to squeeze? As much as I like you, I don't think we are that friendly."

I almost bolted from the van with her next words; "Ah, nooo, I'd like you to suck the milk for me. See, there's a certain technique to get the milk flowing, and while the pump does it, it's slow. Please? I'm trusting you a lot just by asking"

I looked at my watch. Fifteen more minutes of break. "We only have ten minutes. How could that help?"

"Anything right now. Please. I'm hurting."

***

And that is how I began sucking Sonjia's tits.

Every lunch break for the rest of the week she would meet me in my van. That first time I tried sitting next to her, but that was too awkward. I wasn't about to lay across her lap. No. Definitely not. What we came up with was her sitting on my lap while I sucked.

The first time it might have taken a minute and a quarter, I wasn't timing, for my dick getting hard. And another minute for Sonjia noticing. She squirmed a little on my lap, settling herself over me.

I'm not sure what I expected first taste, I mean it is human milk, but it was sweet and creamy. Not unpleasant at all. So I settled into my chore. Just five minutes to a side that first day, and then she buttoned up and went back in. I sat in the van. Trying to wrap my head around sucking a co-worker's tits.

Every day for half an hour I'd suck Sonjia's tits and I came to really appreciate just how beautiful they were. Pale, almost like porcelain with veins showing through, and pink nipples that hardened as I sucked. The milk, sweet and creamy flowing over my lips. Honestly, I was getting hard half an hour before lunch. I don't have a milk fetish, it was anticipating Sonjia sitting on my lap, squirming onto my hard cock, and baring those beautiful tits.

Even though I tried not to, every once in a while, my teeth would scrape a nipple and she would jump. I apologized the first time, but she said it was okay and then mumbled that it felt electric. And she squirmed harder on my lap. When she left my van that first day I noticed a big wet spot over my lap. Damn! She was getting off on this.

I'm not ashamed to say I went to the bed and jerked off, I'd been holding that back all session.

***

After "lunch" Friday, as I wandered in, Carlos told me the boss was looking for me, and I should call him when I came back in. "Sound Med called. They have found a shortfall in their inventory and worry about the weekend and Monday's holiday emergencies. Will you stay late to get an order out? Sonjia in the office will be putting it together, and Carlos has volunteered to deliver?"

Of course I'm saying get me a list and we'll handle it.

It was just after four when Sonjia came down with the list, and it was much more extensive than I expected. The other guys helped, but they were leaving in a few minutes, so it was up to me and Carlos to put it together. It was just after five when he headed out. The customer had someone waiting.

Sonjia had been sitting at my desk watching our activity and after Carlos had departed and I locked up after him, I turned to her. "Well that was fun. How are you doing?"

She stood and wrapped around me. "I have a slight problem. Mom must go to work at six and

the next bus won't get me there in time. Can you give me a ride? You said you live out on Proctor, I'm out that way, can you give me a ride?"

Yeah, I gave her a ride.

On the way she explained her mother worked the night shift laundry services at St. John Hospital. She got home at three in the morning, slept until just before Sonjia left and watched the baby during the day.

"How much sleep does she get? That sounds tough."

"Cathrine sleeps a lot right now, so Mom can get naps through the day. But that's going to change soon. She has this weekend off and will probably just sleep. I know I would."

"What if she had the house to herself? Would that be more relaxing?"

Sonjia looked over at me, with a half-smile. "What do you have in mind?"

"I was planning on spending the weekend at a spot in the hills. Somewhere I go for the quiet. Would you like to come along?"

"Where would I sleep? With you?"

I hooked a thumb over my shoulder, "The table drops to convert to a bed, although it might feel a bit short."

"And Catherine where would she sleep. And where would she ride? She must be in a car seat."

"There are seat belts on the couch seats, and if you're willing to give up the convertible there is room for two in back."

"Aha! You're just trying to get me in bed. 'Fess up." That's when I pulled over and stopped.

"Sonjia, you are a good looking woman who's breasts I've been sucking all week. You've been coming on my lap every day and I've been jerking off after. Yes, I would love taking you to bed, but I don't know anything about you besides what we share at work. I want to know more, I want to see you naked, I want to make love to you. But I don't want to rush you, and I don't know exactly what our relationship is. Am I a convenient tool or are you expecting more?"

I continued the drive while she sat quietly,

***

Her mother, Inez, was waiting anxiously. They exchanged a quick update on the baby and Inez turned to her car. "Mom, this is Walt, from work, we're going to the mountains for the weekend. You'll have the house to yourself."

Inez looked me over. "How do you know he's safe? David wasn't."

I assumed 'David' was Sonia's ex. "Ma'am if you have a couple more minutes, I'll give you my phone number, you can take my picture and get the plates on my rig.'

And she did all of that.

***

One of my favorite nearby places is where an un-named creek flows into the White River. It isn't in a park, but on National Forest land. No facilities, just a smooth place to park. Most of the campers who come into this area respect the land. Once in a while someone leaves a mess but we just clean up what we can and then notify the Forest Rangers of the rest. And if we happen to get a license number, we pass that along too.

The creek flows ten feet or so below the site, and then about seventy yards to the river. When the wind drops off you can hear the river churning along. The creek is just a quiet chuckle in comparison.

I picked Sonjia (and Catherine) up just after eight and we were parked just after nine thirty. Early enough to lay claim to my spot. I backed in for maximum privacy, a view of the river and also to indicate to others this spot was taken. I heard vehicles slow as they passed and then go farther up the road.

Sonjia's first reaction was a low, "Wow! I've never seen anything like this.". Being among very tall fir trees will do that to you. Even with the sounds of the river and the wind in the trees, there is a sense of quiet solitude.

The day was already warming so I laid a tarp and then a blanket on a grassy patch so she and the baby could stretch out. My eyes were constantly drawn to her legs in shorts. When she caught me looking, she'd smile. I'd smile back.

Before lunch we took a short hike around the area. She had Catherine in some kind of sling against her chest and I held her hand as we walked, first along the roadway so she could see how spread the campsites were, and then along a rocky trail down to the river. It isn't big as rivers go, but it is mountain fed so it's fast, cold and filled with silt. Sonjia stood at the edge, watching the water racing by. "You don't swim in that, do you?"

"No way. Beside how fast that's going the water temperature isn't much more than forty degrees. Some find small pools to sit in, mostly kids, but I've never bothered."

At lunch I had a rather rude awakening; no tit sucking for me, just the baby. I mean, yeah, the kid needed it, but I was kinda used to, well, getting some too.

Sonjia smiled at my pouting. "Wait till later. She'll be asleep in a while."

Later, she asked to try something. "I want you sucking on my bare tits and I want it in the open, under the trees." We sat on the blanket, her in my lap, topless. I didn't rush. Instead, I took time to caress her back, her sides, and then her breasts. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her slowly, deeply. And she returned the favor. She peeled my shirt off and ran her hands over my sides and chest, taking time to play with my nipples. That set off jolts in my system. We kissed deeply, pressing against each other, moaning together. Eventually she directed me to her breasts. There was still a little milk but now I was here for the excitement, the raw energy of two adults discovering needs, wants.

She held me to her breasts and when my teeth scrapped a nipple she moaned and pressed me in harder. Soon she was panting, "mmm, yes, harder, more, yes, like that, more, more." Until she quivered in an orgasm.

She collapsed against my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around her. She began kissing my neck and chest, sucking in one of my nipples.

She stood, dropping her shorts and panties. "Take off your shorts, it's payback time." You bet I skinned them off in record time. She knelt between my legs and kissed my inner thighs just below my surging cock. She teased me. Kissing. Licking. Blowing lightly along the bottom of my cock and across my balls. When she did take me in, I damn near blew right then. Somehow, I held back and experienced a wonderful session. Yes, over the years I've had some great oral sessions and some real bad BJs, Sonjia was in the middle; enthusiastic, but clearly not super experienced.

And I liked that. This was her. I warned her when I was about to blow. She increased her efforts and swallowed every drop of my offering.

She stood over me, the sunlight giving her a glow. She ran her hands over her body. "This is me. I've had a baby and here are the stretch marks and the excess weight and the sagging tits. But they are all yours, if you want me."

I pulled her down to impale her on my hard cock and then held her to my chest. "I accept you as you are. You and Catherine. I don't know why but we seem right together."

***

We cuddled before a small fire as the sky darkened. Catherine was settled in a makeshift bed on the converted table, Sonjia was so relaxed as to be almost asleep. But not totally. She caressed my cock. "Walt, take me to bed. Make love to me or fuck me but do what we've been waiting for."

While she went to bed, I doused the fire and made sure everything was secure for the night. If the wind came up, I didn't want surprises.

The baby was fast asleep when I checked her and Sonjia waited in the bed, covered only by a sheet. Very quickly I shed my few clothes and pulled back the sheet to join her. She lay with her legs toward me but partially spread. Immediately my eyes dropped to her mound. Earlier it had been a wild bush, now it was a well mown lawn. "Do you like? I did this while you were gathering firewood. I can't shave it or shape it out here, but I did what I could."

While not completely exposed, her vaginal lips stood out in all their glory, bright pink from her excitement. I bent to them, licking one, and then the other. She squirmed, her hands pulling me harder against her, and then I attacked her clit with a force that surprised even me. She screamed; "Jesus Walt. Don't stop." And then she shot straight into her first orgasm of the night. I couldn't hear much because her quivering thighs clamped my head in a vise.

When I could move, I pulled myself up and kissed her hard. "So you liked my surprise?" In answer my cock slid into her gushing pussy. She crossed her legs over my thighs. "Don't move. Not yet. I want to savor this moment."

That's when she began squeezing my cock. I just barely felt it at first, and looking at her face I could see she was concentrating, and the sensations got stronger. Then came the moment when I couldn't wait any longer. My thrusts were slow but deep, slowly building pace, urgency. Sonjia's fingers dug into my back, her hips rose to meet mine and, in my ear, she whispered words of love and desire. I bent to suck her tits. First one and then the other. Harder and harder, I pulled nipples between my teeth, sending shock waves through her.

We came together. A shuddering climax like I'd never had before. I collapsed beside her, trying to catch my breath, her words echoing in me.

"Did you mean what you said? About love?'

"If I said it, I meant it. Does that bother you? Love?"

We laid side by side for a moment, and then I pulled her over so she was half on me. "Love as a personal thing with me is a new concept, but with you here and in my arms... no it doesn't bother me. It feels right."

While she checked on the baby I pondered the question; Love? Was I in love or lust? My first answer, that it felt right with her, did feel right. Like maybe this had been building slowly with every conversation we had over the past years. Maybe the milking was the final step?

Sonjia crawled next to me, kissing my stomach, a nipple, my lips. "You look thoughtful. Regrets?"

"No, but I wasn't wearing protection. What if you get pregnant again?"

She pulled back. "Does that worry you? Do you want to quit? If so, say so and we'll just call this an interesting weekend."

"Whoa, Time Out. I asked because this is not a situation I'm used to. Normally I've been dating a woman a month or so before we share a bed. She will have told me if she was on the pill or using something else. And I would have known if condoms were called for. Today, tonight, have been spontaneous. This is new territory for me. But I don't want to quit, and I don't want this to be a onetime thing."

She rolled onto me again. "Fear not. My Gynecologist suggested I get back on the pill to regulate my periods. I've been on them for months now. I haven't gotten pregnant yet."