The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 21

The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 21

Lemaringouin. Translator Pimanko

It had been two weeks since John had left for his country with a contract for a joint-venture in his pocket. Claude called Claudine from his office because he had something to announce to her. The latter entered still wearing her see-through smock and a lace bra with two suction cups attached to her nipples. She wore no panty, giving her walk and beauty a more sensual allure.

"Sit. I just received a call from John. He asked me to go there to choose equipment. You'll be in charge of the dairy during my absence. You are well qualified to run our business. So, I'm not worried."

"Okay, when are you leaving?" asked Claudine.

"This afternoon. I'm on my way home to fetch my bag.

"That's fine. Have a good trip."

"I'll keep you up-to-date on how things develop."

He left the office. Claudine sat in the armchair of the Director's office. She reviewed the production numbers and called Stephanie to ask her to temporarily take charge as production manager. Stephanie was delighted and took her new responsibility to heart. Upbeat, she left the office and headed for her room. Sylvie was asleep in her bed.

Just as she approached, she heard a small whirring sound. Leaning over Sylvie's bed, she noticed a suctioning dildo in her companion's vagina. Seeing her deeply asleep with a big smile of satisfaction on her lips, she did not want to wake her up and left a little message on a piece of paper which she put on the sleeper's bed.

'I have to take Claudine's place in production. I'll be back this evening. Kisses.

Several days later, Claudine called Stephanie in her office. The latter rushed to her thinking that there was a production problem in the dairy. Concerned, she knocked on the door to Claude's office where Claudine had carried out her responsibilities for the last few days.

"Come in! Sit. Claude just called me."

"Oh yeah, how's it going at the new dairy?"

"Very well but he's asked for you to go there to work with him."

"To do what?"

"He wants to you to test the new equipment and evaluate them. It would seem that the devices there are a little different than those we use here. Do you have a passport?"

"Yes, during my time as a journalist I always had one ready."

"Good, make your arrangements. A taxi will come for you to take you to the airport."

"But the flight will last more than five hours. With two hours of waiting at the airport, I'm going to be completely engorged."

"I know. But I also know you can do what is necessary on board," Claudine responded to her.

Stephanie returned to her room to prepare a small bag. Sylvie wasn't there. She had to be at her milking. She wrote a little note to inform her of her departure. Then, after a quick shower, she dressed for the trip putting on a reinforced bra where she placed a few cotton swabs to absorb any milk that might leak out, matching panties, and a large light dress. She finished getting ready with her high-heeled shoes. Since it was autumn both here and where she was going, she took a coat just in case and headed toward reception. Claudine was waiting for her there. The taxi had arrived. The driver was having a discussion with the receptionist.

"Your taxi will take you to the airport. Here's the flight ticket. Have a good trip," Claudine and Martine, the receptionist, said.

Stephanie and the driver got into the car and headed toward the airport. Using the rearview mirror, the driver admired the beauty in his car for the entire trip, especially her ample forward-facing bosom.

The ride was already paid for by the dairy. Stephanie got out of the taxi. The driver handed over her bag, all the while fixing his gaze on his passenger's voluminous bosom.


'That one has got some ideas!' she thought. 'For sure, this evening when he's jumping his wife, he'll be thinking of me!'

She then walked to the airline company's counter.

The official took her ticket and informed her that her flight had been delayed by an hour. That annoyed Stephanie. She was thinking about her breasts which would become engorged during the flight. She headed for the restaurant to order a glass of warm milk which she drank while waiting for the boarding call.

"Your attention please, first call," she heard on the public announcement system. "Passengers for flight 365 may now start boarding at Gate 4."

On hearing it, Stephanie headed for Gate 4. An attendant took her ticket and invited her to step on board. A flight attendant looked at her ticket and pointed to seat 69C. Stephanie went to her seat, which fortunately was an aisle seat. So, she would be able to go to the toilets without disturbing anyone. Once everyone was embarked, the doors of the airplane were closed.

"Welcome aboard flight 365. My name is Madeleine Chambord and I will be your flight director. The flight will last five hours and 18 minutes. We will fly at an altitude of 33,000 feet. Have a good trip," the voice of the flight director rang out.

Madeleine was an elegant woman of more than 50 years closer to retirement than to the start of her career.

The flight went well, without turbulence and with unreproachable service on board. While pushing the refreshment cart, Madeleine, who was serving drinks with the assistance of a young steward, gazed into the Stephanie's eyes with a big smile. The steward, however, preferred looking at young men. Madelaine served hot chocolate to Stephanie and then continued on.

After about four hours, Stephanie started to fidget in her seat. Madeleine noticed immediately because she had kept her eyes on this well-endowed passenger's bosom.

She came to Stephanie and said softly in her ear, "You're not feeling well, are you, miss?"

"You're right, Stephanie answered, "I have to go to the toilet."

"Yes, I see. You're lactating? I noticed it right away," Madeleine said. "And it's making you uncomfortable?"

"Yes, in fact, I donate my milk to a dairy which supplies milk for mothers. My breasts are engorged because it has been a few hours since my last milking. They hurt and I don't have a breast pump with me," answered Stephanie.

"I see. Follow me. We're going to deal with this little problem."

"How many times a day do you express?" asked Madeleine.

"I don't really breast-feed. As I told you, I donate my milk to a special dairy where I live permanently. There, we have industrial milking machines that milk us four times a day. These machines are very efficient and completely empty my breasts. That's why I produce a lot of milk. When I miss a scheduled milking, my breasts become completely engorged.

"I know what you're feeling. I breast-fed my three children. On the job, I also suffered like a martyr. Luckily, my colleagues kept busy relieving me during long-haul flights.

She sat on the cabinet cover and said, "Take off your dress. Sit on my lap facing me."

Surprised, Stephanie did as she was asked and sat on Madeleine's lap. The two women were face to face. She had confidence in this seemingly experienced woman. The director extended her arms behind Stephanie's back to remove her bra. On removing the under-garment, her two voluminous. hardened by their engorgement, pointed straight in front of Madeleine's bosom. Drops of milk were already pearling on the tips of her nipples. Madeleine moved her mouth toward Stephanie's left breast and put her tongue on it. Stephanie was surprised by the softly familiar gesture and tried to pull back but Madeleine held by her buttocks.

"Don't move. Let me do it. Like I told you, I've already gone that route and my colleagues helped relieve me in this way."

Her lips neared Stephanie's mouth. Putting her hand on her neck, she pulled her in and kissed her passionately. Stephanie closed her eyes and savored the tongue proffered by this unexpected companion.

The kiss lasted for a good moment. Then Madeleine, a smile on her lips said, "I noticed you ever since you came on board. I really wanted to kiss you. I also like women, especially those who lactate.

Stephanie smiled in turn and kissed her benefactor again.

Madeleine gently disengaged herself and moved to take Stephanie's right teat into her open mouth. As a subject matter expert, she began sucking firmly, making the imprisoned milk come out. Stephanie tilted her head, closed her eyes, and emitted a low growl of contentment. It felt really good to have her swollen breasts emptied by an experienced woman!

Madeleine applied herself conscientiously. After five minutes, she switched breasts but, at the same time, put her right hand on Stephanie's panty while the other hand held up the young woman's left breast whose mammary glands she had to relieve. She began by rubbing the tissue around Stephanie's clitoris. The latter's heavy sighs redoubled. Madeleine pressed a little harder on the erect button while making a circular movement.

Stephanie felt excitement invade her body more and more. 'At last, a woman who knows how to make me feel good!' she though inwardly.

It felt so good to have her pleasure button being rubbed, while she was expressing. That was something that beast-feeding women can confirm.

The pressure in the second gland diminished slowly while two inquisitive fingers parted the tissue covering the owner's vagina and forcefully penetrated the door to her swollen sex, which was warm, wet and lubricating too. The remaining phalanges of her two invasive fingers curled and rubbed the bumpy inside surface situated on the upper wall of the receiving young uterus. It had been ages since Madeleine's fingers had paid a visit to this sensitive intimate part of a young woman, in fact not since her adolescence. Stephanie gasped faster and faster approaching the summit of her ecstasy.

Once the breast was emptied, Madeleine kissed Stephanie to stifle the cries of pleasure that she was beginning to let go, all the while continuing her to-and-fro movements in this aroused passenger's wet sex.

Stephanie made muffled cries in Madeleine's mouth. "Hmm, hmm, hmm!"

Her orgasm was over. The unexpected setting, this much older woman's knowledge, the muffled purr of the airplane's engines, getting laid at 33,000 feet, all this made her experience new sensations, feelings that she had not known before when travelling professionally by air. The orgasm lasted a good while, then in one blow, all her muscles suddenly relaxed.

She was satisfied, after so much tension, in her breasts as well, which a few moments earlier had been engorged, as well as in her sex with its special intense orgasm.

The two women separated gently. Madeleine smiled at Stephanie who had tears in her eyes. While intently staring at her, she put the two fingers of her right hand, which was soaked by the juices of the young passenger who she had just relieved, into her mouth, and savored the vaginal fluid while, with her left hand, she dried her eyes which were wet with tears of Stephanie's pleasure.

The latter smiled and tenderly kissed her benefactor's still open mouth which was wet with secretions. Her tongue licked off her own moisture and pressed against Madeleine's tongue. Their kiss lasted a while. Then they separated smiling at each other without saying a word.

After a moment, Madeleine told her, "It was great, huh?" I had the same sensations when my colleagues relieved me like that! Now get dressed."

With Madeleine's help, Stephanie put her clothes back on. Both were about to leave the toilet when Madeleine asked, "You told me you donate your milk to a dairy. Do you have the dairy's address? I'd like to buy some. It's especially good when it's taken fresh from warm breasts."

"Oh, sure, come see me. I have business cards with contact details."

The two women existed the toilet. On their way, the other air attendants smiled at Stephanie knowing full well what had just happened. With a deep red face, Stephanie was red-faced not only due to her moments of pleasure but also by the embarrassment of knowing that the airplane's female personnel had found out about their little affair that had taken place in the toilet.

She returned to her seat, accompanied by Madeleine. She gave her the dairy's business card. The flight ended with no problems, leaving Stephanie with a marvelous memory of her trip. Being a hucow was still awesome.