When you have play partners that share in a specific kink of yours, sometimes it takes logistics to set up play sessions and hosting. Other times it just takes some luck, courage, and a little social disobedience!

This experience stars myself and Laura, the woman who set up the Milky Play Party that I wrote about last year. For descriptions, I was 33 at the time, 6'2", broad build, dark, dirty blonde hair, beardy, a silly and lighthearted demeanor, and am also fully blind.

Laura was 40, a single mom, and had an athletic body, B-cup breasts, light and soft hair, and a smoldering voice that was dripping with sensuality and gave me all kinds of ASMR. She was lactating and we had both met on Fetlife and within an adult nursing relationship and erotic lactation group and had already had one wonderful introductory nursing session together.

We had both clicked really well during that first session and were excited to meet up for a second. The trouble was finding a place to hold it since she was at work in downtown San Francisco and I was at home in the Sunset at the very West part of the City. I was unable to host since it would have taken her too long to travel out to me, have a session, and then head back to work, and naturally she was unable to host me at her office. We were lamenting that sex positive places didn't exist where people could just go to have fun together when the mood struck, and I had a really naughty idea.

Laura's lunch break was coming up, and I told her to meet me downtown at Powell Station. I navigated to Muni, rode the train in, and Laura greeted me at the faregates. We hugged, kissed, I took her arm in human guide and she navigated us into the food court entrance of the Westfield mall that is attached to the station.

From previous experience, I knew of some dressing rooms in a store that were not monitored too closely, and Laura decided to be adventurous and agreed to go along with my crazy plan.

We made our way through the crowds to the store, found where the dressing rooms were, and started the plan. Laura helped me around the floor, picking out shirts for me to try on in my size, then we calmly went to the dressing room attendant. We took full advantage of the fact that I was blind and explained that she needed to accompany me into the room for "help" and as far as I know, the attendant bought it and let us through. It was working out and we did all we could not to run to the first open door.

Laura and I entered the dressing room, she found a wall hook and hung up the shirts while I closed the door, then I found the bench in the room with my cane, sat down on it, and as if rehearsed, Laura plopped down on my lap, her breasts already out of her shirt and bra, and she shoved one of her huge nipples into my mouth. This all happened in a matter of seconds and we were off.

I pursed my mouth around her areola and sucked, latching onto her full breast and applying suction. Her nipple grew harder in my mouth and her warm, sweet milk started flowing down my throat. She tastes like melted vanilla ice cream mixed with a large dose of maple syrup which drives me absolutely bonkers. Laura wrapped her arms around my shoulders while I held her in place on my lap, placing an arm around her hips while my other hand reached up to play with her other breast. Her milk started leaking out of her free nipple as I tugged and massaged it, so I pulled off and put her other breast into my mouth. Laura orgasms from nipple stimulation, and was beginning to writhe on my lap from excitement and arousal. I hungrily drank down her milk while she coursed her hands through my hair, doing her best to not moan while I stroked her nipples with my tongue, flicking them and enjoying their length and girth as she kept spraying into my mouth.

I focused all my senses on her flavor, smell, and the smooth feeling of her breast and areola against my lips. It was all driving me wild, with the additional multiplier of of where we were doing this. The milky connection was both creating a wonderful oxytocin rush mixed with the adrenaline and dopamine of horniness.

I felt her hand come up to her breast and instinctually knew what she wanted. I moved off of her breast and leaned back with my mouth open, and she started hand expressing her milk into my mouth, giddily enjoying her streams missing and hitting my face and beard and my shuddering reactions to it all. She held my chin as she sprayed me with her milk and I loved every second of it. We were both giggling and trying to be quiet as her streams splashed across my chin and cheeks.

Voices came down the dressing room hallway and entered the room next to us. We were no longer alone and people around us were chatting, clothes were rustling, and doors were opening and closing, bringing us back to a little bit of reality while we shared our mutual kink together in hushed tones. I figured that we needed to make a little more natural noise to sound like we were actually taking part in the appropriate purpose of the dressing rooms, and no sooner had I thought that when the attendant came by and knocked at our door, asking if we were ok.

We improvised. I bopped the shirts hanging off to my right to sound like I was grabbing one, and through milk-covered lips I called out that we were ok, then in a lower tone, asked Laura if the shirt I had on looked fine. She caught on and spoke up, saying that it did, but that I should try the other ones. Oscars for best actor and actress for both of us.

The attendant sounded bored and moved along, and we silently laughed together and started to make out. I ran my hands through her hair and down her back, enjoying the feel of her smooth exposed skin that wasn't covered by her raised shirt, while our tongues explored each other and we shared in her milky taste. My hands kept running over her breasts, loving how hard and long her nipples were from my nursing and touch. Before we got totally lost in each other, we had to keep up the ruse.

I decided to actually try on one of the shirts she had picked out, so she got off my lap so I could take my own shirt off. After I was topless, I felt Laura move around in front of me, then almost moaned in delight when I felt two warm streams of liquid hit my chest. She was double-barreling me, squeezing her delicious milk out of both breasts at once, and then her hands were on me, sensually massaging it into my skin. I couldn't stop grinning and was hard as a rock from just feeling her cream dripping down my skin. I caught some of it on my fingers and sucked them clean.

I felt her move quickly around me. She continued spraying me with her milk, hopping up on the bench and squirting all over my back and shoulders. Her warm hands touching me and rubbing all of herself into me. Laura hopped down and nervously exclaimed that she hoped the attendant didn't see her jumping around since the height of the bench popped her head up above the dressing room walls. I laughed and put on the shirt I had grabbed from the hanger. It fit, but wasn't quite my style. Laura took a photo of me in it to savor the memory.

I took the shirt off, drew Laura to me and we made out again. I remember us fitting together wonderfully, her breasts pressed into my chest and still leaking milk, my bulge pressing right into her mound under her belt. Blissfully ignoring the sounds of others struggling into their clothes and calling out to their family members from within their own rooms.

We were running out of time since she was only able to spare an hour for lunch, so I leaned down, sprayed and sucked the last of her milk out of each of her wonderful tits, then we fixed ourselves, got dressed, and headed out of the dressing room.

We placed the shirts on the attendant desk and ran off back to the food court. I thought I did my best to look nonchalant, but Laura told me later that she may have given us away by coming out smiley and completely flushed with adrenaline and excitement. It was mind-blowingly exhilarating and over way too soon, but we were cracking up at how well it all went while moving back through the mall.

We rushed through a delicious lunch of Thai food and happily talked about the experience together, commenting on how it's a lot of fun having dessert before lunch, then we made out one last time before she had to return to work and I home. It was an absolute blast, and will always keep it in mind whenever out and about shopping in that mall, provided we can ever get back there once this COVID nightmare is over.