My eyes darted up to her face and I saw a red flush come over her skin. She averted her eyes and opened her mouth. “I’m really sorry, I should have done this when I woke up this morning, but I completely forgot, and my breasts are kind of sore and they feel really full, and I know that you probably won’t want to but I just can’t do it myself, I’ve already had a manicure and I don’t want to ruin these nails, they were very expensive and I’m supposed to be going out with your father tonight and I would just feel horrible if I messed them up…”
My ears were ringing, and so I didn’t catch all of her explanation, but I did get the gist of it. Did she want me to pump her breasts for her…? I felt my cock twitch in my pants, and I was sure my face had gone white.
She seemed to shrink in on herself, embarrassed at my silence. “I — I’m s-sorry,” she sputtered. “I shouldn’t have — I shouldn’t be asking you to do this—”
She began to turn away, and I shook my head, forcing myself to say something before the opportunity was lost.
“No!” I practically shouted. She turned back around, frowning a bit, and I cleared my throat. “Uh, I mean… I d-don’t mind, if you’re feeling… uncomfortable, I guess I could help you out…”
A grin spread over Pam’s face, and I felt the corner of my own mouth twitch up at the sight of it. “Oh, Paul, will you? Oh, I would be so grateful if you could!”
She shuffled over to me and sat down on the sofa, placing the breast pump in my lap, and I was grateful that I was wearing quite loose shorts, so that my growing erection was not as obvious.
Now that she sat across from me, the embarrassment seemed to come back over her, and she looked down in her lap. I cleared my throat again, and when I spoke, my voice was slightly hoarse. “So, uh… w-what… what exactly…?”
Pam scooted a bit closer to me, her tits bouncing with each move, and another twinge of lust shot through my dick. I felt a blush come over my face and I looked away.
“Well, first…” she began, her voice small and hesitant, “first, you would need to… remove my breast… from my shirt…”
She couldn’t look at me; just as well, because I couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes at this exact moment. But I was too excited — I could not believe that I was finally getting a chance to touch her tits! The same tits I had been fantasizing about and masturbating to for months. I reached my hand up, slowly, so as not to appear to eager, and moved it towards her breast. My hand shaking slightly, but I was determined — I couldn’t go back now even if I wanted to. And trust me, I didn’t.
When my palm finally made contact with her soft flesh I felt another shock of pleasure run through my crotch. I could feel her nipple harden under my touch. I moved my hand up and reached for the neck of her shirt, pulling it down and revealing a purple lacy bra underneath. I pushed it out of the way as well, and her left tit popped out of her shirt, spilling over her clothes, a small dot of liquid already visible on her erect nipple.