My Newest Indian Friends- Part Two

I went back home and shuffled inside still quite excited at what I’d seen. And thinking about her reactions and comments. Was I dreaming?

Next day I awoke and had a few chores to do. That partly included some garden work (mainly tidying up the previous mess I’d made) but my heart wasn’t in it. I retreated inside for a while, cleaned up to wash away the garden sweat and put on a bit of cologne.

Mid morning I checked outside and didn’t see anyone else so I walked briskly along the path acting as if I was going further, in case our other close neighbours may have been looking out, to give the impression I was off to the market or somewhere. I stepped onto her path and saw the door was ajar, often was, and nearly sprinted up to it. 

I was about to knock lightly when the door slid open and there she was, wrapped to the neck in something dark but with long flowing hair across her shoulders. Just out of the shower she observed to me, good timing, and slightly bowed and swept her arm forward inviting me into her kitchen.

Inside it was light and airy, smelling of Indian food and spice of course. The layout was different and slightly larger than my own. She ushered me to a seat at the end of the kitchen table and excused herself for a moment walking toward the living room.

I suppose I should describe her appearance as well. Shorter than me, about 160cm or 5 feet something; curvy but not overweight with today long flowing black hair. Normally her hair was covered or in a bun of sorts, or sometimes I’d seen a plaited pigtail down her back. A medium coffee coloured skin she was neither dark nor light. Her clothes gave nothing away today, I was saddened. She was also about mid-thirties, had been dressed well in both traditional and western dress and drove a nice car, so I knew she had money or supporters anyway.

Returning she had baby virtually asleep in her arms. She explained she’d been up since daylight and had completed a few chores and fed baby several times briefly. I’m Sylvie by the way, and you are Sammi I believe she queried. The kids tell me a lot about you and your hobbies. They are quite charmed by you it appears.

 She switched on the kettle and asked me how I liked tea- offering a few ‘Indian’ choices. I complied with her offering and simply took it natural black, as I’d been drinking it this way, like my coffees usually, for several years.

She had some special metal bowls that she mixed tea leaf and some other herbs into. Her dress appeared to be several layers and I could make out the outline of her substantial breast, and her thighs due to the tightness of her robe.

Sweeping around the kitchen a few times, glancing by my side and finally getting tea, cups and side plates all in one place, she said all ready. Baby hadn’t left her arms so I asked if I could assist her. She said would I take baby while she poured, and I held up my arms to take him.

Before doing so, she removed the dark upper robe from around her body and shoulders to reveal a much more light and slightly shorter chemise top. It was also sheer, very sheer. It was obvious she wore neither bra nor panties of any kind. He sweet behind was much smaller than clothes usually appear to make them; her breasts formed and round, pushing sideways and outwards giving me an exciting tingle. She looked back at me, to see my reaction perhaps?

Having set my tea down on the table she took baby from me, doing so she leaned in really close and our heads almost touched as baby on my arm, she placed her left breast firmly against my arm and kind of slid him sideways onto her, but with his head firmly level with her full globe in front. As she stood she lifted her sari with her free hand and quite unapologetically handled the globe, exposing her dark and large areola and tipping babys mouth toward it.

My own was somewhat open as well at this glorious view only inches from my face. I also frankly blushed. Without a murmur she turned and gave me another taut view of her derriere as she paced back to the easy chair where she’d left her tea. I hope you don’t mind me feeding, she asked as she sat. With a bit of a croaky voice I said no, not at all. Very healthy and bonding for baby to be nourished by natures bounties was all I could think of saying.

She said she thought I was quite tolerant of such things, many men are she observed. I hope I haven’t shocked you she quizzed. We sometimes wear traditional dress but I’ve come accustomed to remaining firmly unclothed when its so warm. Of course, my husband would not approve as he’s very traditional, shall we say, accenting the latter part.

I casually asked where he was and she replied a the Middle East. As an engineer he made lots more money than he could here or in India, but the cost was he was absent for so long. Of course she added, he came home to “do his duty” as she put it, every year, with the result of a second child now.

Somewhat taken aback by such a blunt statement I wasn’t sure where to take it next. However she quickly added that his duty fulfilled he’d be enjoying himself elsewhere while he was away. She’d done the same when she was single and living in London she said. After her college days she’d been shipped off for a ‘decent education’ and had been relatively alone for several years, becoming somewhat accustomed to British and European lifestyles, and as I understood, speech so that her English was far superior to most Indian immigrants.

Meanwhile baby had become awake and more expressive, sucks and gurgles alternating as he latched onto his milky boob and arms flailing left and right causing the sari to drop away from her shoulder.  Where baby and sari had successfully shrouded her left boob, all was open and free with baby nuzzling her enormously well. I was jealous!

She smiled and said she missed some things about married life. Was I enjoying the view she half whispered. My mouth opened but nothing came out. She said she enjoyed baby suckling her, more than she thought she should perhaps. Quickly connecting dots, or was it a trail of boulders, I responded it was extremely exciting and joyful seeing a baby suckling on her, her beautiful globes; nature has a way I said of taking care of many things. 

Good she replied, I’m glad we agree on this. Not sure what agreement we had reached, she twisted baby around and pulled the sari away from her right breast; thereby leaving both and her incredible cleavage exposed before she twisted her right nipple a few times and then attached baby to it.

 I took another sip of tea. Our eyes never left each others, well except when I had to survey the sight before me. As baby suckled on her right, her left nipple continued to elicit a slight stream of glossy white milk. It grew until it dropped away to her thighs. Only then did I realise she’d raised the hem of her sari material so that a partial unclothed thigh was visible. She had long slender legs despite her lack of height, more in the body region than legs, and the smooth skin was equally enticing.

Now gulping at the cooling black liquid, she asked me again in a half whisper, was I happy with her tea. Yes I replied it was delicious, adding I hoped baby was equally happy with his. She smiled and said of course I believe he is. Would you be a dear and pass me that cloth beside you, indicating the back of the table. 

I picked it up, feeling a slightly wet but scaly surface and wondered. I stepped forward and stretched out my hand with the pale cloth. She took it with her free left hand and while I watched from close up, dabbed it on her elongated nipple, then placed it underneath it to catch her free running milk. I pursed my lips and licked them, unconsciously.

She beamed a wide smile, when I noticed for the first time she had a pale lipstick on her lips, confirmed when I looked at her side of the tea cup. Equally look at her breast, and nipple,  was seeing the long exposed thigh beneath as well. A shadow of hair adorned it and a paleness took over on the inside that accentuated the contrast with her lower legs more caramel colouration. All similarly exotic and appealing I have to say.

As my eyes lingered there a little longer before I noticed she had raised the cloth again to wipe away more milk and said it is indeed a shame to waste such precious material, isn’t it. Hahaaa I’d missed that old phrase from past friends! I also beamed a smile and agreed. Perhaps you could collect it for future use I conjectured. 

Her finger lightly traced her nipple around the long edge and pushed it slightly, emitting another droplet. With wetness visibly on her finger, she stretched her arm and offered it to my face. The meaning was obvious- she wanted me to lick it. 

We hadn’t spoken in a minute, but my mouth opened and my tongue came out, pausing. She tilted her finger slightly  and touched the top of my tongue. The wetness was there- slightly salty warm and passively animal in flavour. Just a whisp of taste and it was gone. Her finger retracted and she smiled as broadly as ever. It was an electric moment in time.

I stood upright and the felt the engorgement going on in my shorts- not yet obvious bulge I hoped.  She took her cup and sipped at the tea in a very delicate and lady-like way as I retreated to my chair. I picked up my cup and also continued drinking. It had been less than half an hour yet it felt like a day had passed. She recovered her  left breast and almost immediately it was wet with milk oozing her long finger like nipple, s baby continued suckling on the right one. The material glistened and stuck fast wicking up more of her baby juices.

As I finished my tea, she rewrapped her sari and covered herself and baby up. We spoke in quietened tones briefly, I stood and getting ready to depart, excusing myself for an appointment later in the day, thanked her for her special taste of Indian tea. She smiled that sweet broad now slightly red lipped I observed smile and said I hope you enjoyed morning tea and will come again soon. 

Naturally I could no longer restrain my enthusiasm for what she had offered and was suggesting. In an attempt at humour, I deepened my voice and said madam I would be glad to assist your sons needs to a healthy and happy milk supply and take my own pleasure in tea with you anytime.

That said she couldn’t stop beaming and I crossed the few steps to her and baby as if floating on air, touched babies head gently as he nuzzled her breast, and bid her until next time. She could not have missed the growing bulge of excitement now formed in my walk shorts (we don’t wear long pants or jeans in Summer here!), almost level with her face.

As I walked back toward the door, she said in a loud clear manner, do come again, please. Not wanting to break the moment I replied I’m free Friday if you are. Oh yes thats just perfect she said. I smiled again and turned out the door. It was a difficult day to concentrate on anything more.

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