The Ride

There was milk everywhere

On the dashboard

On my seat

On my glass

Everywhere

I realised when I started to drive

My glass was stained with her lacteous juices

So was my layers

I sprayed the cleansing liquid

But the glass became frosted

As it was drizzling outside

I started the engine

And drove slowly, through the evening tide

Trying to register 

The unexpected course of events

That unfolded

We had decided to go for a long drive

She was quiet

So was I

During the ride

Slowly, she slide her hand on my thighs

I stiffened for a while

As her touch caressesed towards my groin

I found it difficult to concentrate

Parking the car on a deserted stretch

I pulled her closer to me

We kissed each other

Like famished souls

While our hands skimmed

Each other's flesh

Her shirt was soaked

It took few seconds for me to register

That was she was lactating

I didn't know much about her

She was my Tinder date

She was older to me

I was aware

But nothing beyond

Her breasts were hard to touch

I peeled off her lingerie by the shoulders

And passionately kissed her neck

Effortlessly, she mounted on me

Sandwiching my head

In between her cleavage

Relive me of my soreness, she commanded

And I obediently lactched on to her breasts

Suckling them, with equal measure

She went berserk

Her ravenous moans, resonated in the air

I was so drunk with her

That I didn't realise

I had soaked myself

She knew

I am not done, continue, she whispered

I slipped my fingers inside

She was flooding

How long we were indulgent

We didn't realise

Till the sun glimpsed

From the starry skies

We spruced up

And started our journey

With her milky essence

Smeared everywhere.

©LR