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  Coconut Milk

  An ANR Fantasy

  Chloe Chatte

  Coconut Milk (An ANR Fantasy)

  Copyright © 2020 By Chloe Chatte

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organiza- tions, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Coconut Milk

  It had been ages since I had a vacation to myself and I was long overdue for some rest, relaxation, sunshine and drinks. I was lucky enough that my parents had offered to take the baby to their cottage leaving me with a weekend of my own to make the most of. After spending a few nights arguing with myself that I would a bad mom for letting my infant be away for me for any length of time I knew that I was being ridiculous. My parents were amazing and knew exactly how to care for my baby, and even though I wasn’t done breast feeding I had a month’s worth of milk saved up from having an extreme over supply so I knew the baby would be well fed in my absence.

  On a whim I decided to book a last minute three-day trip to Mexico, something short but necessary to re-charge my batteries. I had been craving a Pina Colada for ages but could never indulge because of the risk of tainting my milk, but I knew that if I was away I could simply express my milk in private and waste it guilt free.

  I was headed for 3 days of hot sun, sand and the yearning to fall asleep on a beach chair lulled to the land of nod by the sounds of waves gently lapping the shores. I packed my bag with the bare essentials which included some tiny shorts, tank tops, and bikini’s and my trusty Kindle to keep me entertained with a good read.

  I boarded the plane and got to my seat next to the window and it wasn’t long before a man came and sat beside me. I could tell that he was with a group of men but had been separated from them on the air craft.

  “You travelling alone?” he asked moments after settling into his seat.

  “Yes, just a quick trip,” I answered. I didn’t want any distractions for once on this getaway, it was definitely my time to indulge myself and not have to tend to anyone else. To give the handsome stranger a hint of my need for peace I pulled out my phone to load up a video to fall asleep to on the flight.

  “Is your husband meeting you at your destination?”

  “No.”

  “Hey, that’s a cute little bundle, where is he?” the stranger asked after noticing my phones screen saver.

  “He’s with his grandparents for the weekend,” I replied curtly. I didn’t want to explain to some judging stranger why the reason for my engorged breasts wasn’t with me.

  “He looks awfully young to be without you for a few days.”

  Here we go, just what I didn’t want to happen.

  “He’ll be fine, I left lots of food for him and he loves his grandparents,” I tried keeping it short, I didn’t need to explain myself to some stranger who thought he knew what being a mom required but he continued to prod into the subject.

  “Oh really? Well that’s good to know you’re producing a lot of milk, babies just love to eat, but them again don’t we all?”

  I turned my head to face him and get a good look at this guy. He looked to be in his early thirties, clean cut, square jaw and a nice smile complimented by a pair of beautiful sparkling eyes. This didn’t seem like the kind of guy who had kids of his own, so his comment about my milk supply put me on edge just a little bit. I couldn’t help but admit to myself that I was more than a little intrigued as to why he was so interested in my breast milk supply.

  “I’m John, nice to meet you….” he trailed off as he stuck his hand out towards mine.

  “Trish, likewise,” I replied in kind as I shook his firm grip.

  “So I take it you’re from the Bay area then?” he continued before I had a chance to pop my headphones into my ears.

  “Yes, all my life, same for you?”

  “Moved here a couple years ago for work and I love it. You meet the most interesting people here. Are you headed into the Riviera too, Trish?”

  “Yes, but I’m only staying at the Belle Blanca Resort for the weekend,” I replied. Why was I entertaining this conversation and why did I let it slip where I was headed? Now he was probably going to murder me with an axe or mom shame me on some blog. It felt like it was going well beyond the norms of small talk.

  “What a coincidence, I’ll be there too,” his smile widened and verged on lecherous if only for a moment. I realized then that he didn’t give two hoots about some non-existent husband and was more than okay with me being alone because he was blatantly staring at my enormous breasts. On my frame my tits were almost comical because they were just too large and full for my small waist and my average height. When I wore sweaters it looked as if I was smuggling cantaloupe underneath the fabric. I was half dreading being leered at in a bikini top this weekend because I just wasn’t used to being the centre of attention anymore, but it looked like I might as well enjoy being on this hotties radar.

  “Perhaps we’ll run into each other sometime, to share a drink,” he said with a naughty wink.

  Was I crazy or was this man hinting that he wanted to drink my…? No, that would be crazy…

  I gave him a feeble smile and a nod before finally popping in my headphones, those Grey’s Anatomy re-runs I’d downloaded weren’t going to watch themselves. Before I knew it we were in the air and not long after that I was in the land of nod and snoozing beside my naughty seatmate.

  I woke up not long before landing to the sounds of a baby crying somewhere in the plane. When I opened my eyes I realized that my head was resting on John’s broad shoulder and that my tits were practically spilling out of my thin strapped tank top. As my vision unblurred I noticed Johns hand was resting atop of what appeared to be a very large hard-on, only restrained by some thin grey jogging pants. Was it my imagination or was he softly rubbing himself?

  I straightened myself out and sat up muttering an apology to my neighbour.

  “How long was I out for? I’m so sorry I fell asleep on you!”

  “It was no problem, my pleasure in fact,” John said, “ahem… you’ve got a little…” he trailed off as he pointed at my chest

  “Oh shit!” I whispered full of embarrassment. I should have known that hearing that random babies’ cries would stimulate my let-down reflex! Why hadn’t I just worn the damn nursing pads I had let on my bathroom counter? The front of my already thin shirt was absolutely soaked through with my milk and I had nothing on hand to dab it up or change into.

  “Here, take my hoodie,” John said as he unzipped his sweatshirt and shrugged it off, I noticed he couldn’t stop staring at my sopping wet shirt as he handed me the coverage.

  “Thank you, I’ll make sure I get it back to you as soon as I can,” I replied gratefully as I rushed to put it on.

  “No problem, it’s just a good reason to share a drink or two together,” he said with that lecherously naughty smile again.

  I exited the plane as hastily as I could, if I was leaking all over myself in front of this hot guy I definitely needed to try and get control of myself. I had been single for so long that I had forgotten how to be single. I’d forgotten how to flirt although it didn’t seem like John had forgotten one iota of it. When we boarded the shuttle to the resort I sat upfront and noticed John staring at my breasts as he walked down the aisle to sit with the group of friends he had been separate
d from on the plane. I had to admit that even though I was here for some “me” time, a little time under John didn’t sound bad at all. After checking into my room it was time to grab throw on a skimpy bikini that I’d never be able to wear at home, grab a drink and a book and head down to the beach.

  I walked across the wooden bridge enveloped on either side by lush green forestry and arrived at my dream beach only to find it overrun with screaming children, teenagers with selfie sticks, and old fat men who began turning their heads to stare at me which was quickly followed by their old wives scowling in my direction. I needed peace and quiet.

  “Where is there a quiet place to sunbathe?” I asked the nearest attendant.

  “Down the beach past that sign. It’s very quiet this time of year, it’s … too far for the families,” a tanned smiling man in a leafy printed shirt explained.

  “You’re sure its okay to go down that far?” I asked hesitantly. Surely going out of eye sight might not be in a single ladies best interest.

  “It’s fine, the resort owns everything that way, it’s reserved for adults only. Here take this drink with you,” the man said as he handed me a pina colada. I smiled and nodded with a thanks and began heading down the path to the quiet part of the beach. After about 10 minutes I saw my paradise, white lounge chairs, soft white sand and not another soul in sight but I balked when I saw the sign.

  NUDE BEACH. ADULTS ONLY.

  “Oh shit! No wonder there’s no one else here.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t say that. Perhaps it’s exactly the reason some of us are here,” said a familiar voice behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

  “Oh fuck,” I panted, “you nearly made me jump out of my skin!” I chided John who was now standing close to me.

  “Hey, I needed some privacy too. Can’t have this cock hanging out in front of all the little lads, don’t want them to be disappointed when the grow up, right?” he said with a laugh.

  “Not to mention you’d give all those scowling women a reason to smile for once in their miserable lives, you’d have to fight all of those old staring men.”

  “Well honey, you can’t fucking blame them, can you? I mean my God, just look at you. Perfection.”

  Well, I hadn’t been referred to as “perfection” in, oh I couldn’t say if I had ever been referred to as that. This John was certainly growing on me.

  “Well, enjoy your peace and quiet, I’ll be over here enjoying mine,” I said with a smile as I showed off my drink and my book. All I needed was a sunny place to lie out. I began to move towards the soft luxe loungers and immediately noticed that John moved in synch with me.

  “Ooh, these two are nice,” he said as he plopped down on a sunbed and patted the one next to him expectantly. It was hard to be mad when his gorgeous smile was on full display and his gorgeous abs, perfect pecs and bulky arms were delighting my eyes. I had to admit I was more than happy to share this private space with him and him alone. Obediently I found myself stretching out beside him.

  “It looks like you need some bronzing lotion, you don’t want to burn that gorgeous body of yours, do you?” John said as if it weren’t a question, he had a commanding way of speaking.

  Before I could feebly protest he was squirting lotion onto his hands which were now slowly stroking up my legs, massaging my muscles as he went higher and higher. He skipped past my pussy which was now tingling with excitement and moved onto my slim tummy. He took his time rubbing his hands over my wide hips and pushing them up under my breasts, gently cupping them momentarily.

  That single touch was all it took.

  “Oh, shit… I’m so sorry, it’s happening again,” I apologized meekly as drop after drop began to soak through my bikini top.

  “Mmm, no need to apologize. I bet you’re aching for a release, I know I am,” he mused as his hands moved up my body as he began to lotion my cleavage. Every stroke of his hands made more dribbles of my creamy milk appear. I should have felt more embarrassed but it felt so fucking good.

  “You know, for a moment I almost forgot that I need to get that drink with you… well from you,” he finished softly as his eyes bore into mine, “besides, you’re over dressed for this part of the beach, tsk tsk, and your top is wet, it needs to be dried out,” he chided sternly.

  “This was the only quiet place, the rest of the beach is overrun with families,” I found myself explaining for no real reason at all. His gaze was so intense and I was slightly intimidated and said the first excuse that came to mine. I’d never had a man interested in my milk before but I had to admit that it was insanely hot, but I was certainly shy. As much as we were distanced from the rest of the beach crowds, we were still out in the open!

  My eyes widened as John stood up from the beach lounger beside me and casually walked behind me. I felt the flimsy strings resting on the back of my neck loosen and my bikini top limply fell off my chest exposing my huge globes to the warm sunshine.

  John’s massive hands reached down and squeezed my nipples forcing more and more droplets of milk out of my swollen tits. An electric shock of pleasure immediately traveled down to my aching pussy.

  “My, my Mommy, you need to feed someone, don’t you?” he said excitedly as his hands squeezed and played with my tits.

  “Are you going to milk me, or drink me?” I asked naughtily as I sat up and turned to look at him. I knew exactly what he wanted from me and I wanted it now.

  “Come here big boy, I need to give you that drink.”

  John laid back down on the sun bed, only then did I noticed that he had dropped his swim trunks while standing behind me, my eyes widened as I saw the massive hardon he had grown. He shrugged as if it was no big deal, when it was exactly what his cock was.

  “It says nude beach on the sign.”

  “Well in that case…” my words trailed off as I slid out of my swim bottoms. Standing fully nude in front of this sexy man on an isolated beach in the full sunlight was thrilling and adding to my excitement.

  I leaned over him and slid his thick, hard rod into my tight pussy, I needed a sturdy place to sit after all.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned as his shaft stretched my aching slit. I positioned my dripping tits directly in his face placing them in the perfect spot for this hungry boy to feast from. I didn’t even have to lift my nipples to his mouth because my hungry man instinctively opened his mouth and latched on perfectly to my swollen pink right nipple. With one hand wrapped around my waist and the other cupping my left breast, I leaned over him, letting him relax as he suckled me. Slowly I felt his hips starting to rock back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my slippery cunt.

  My milk began streaming down his muscular throat as he suckled greedily from my breast, no feeding had ever felt this good. This was entirely different. It was erotic, it was taboo, it was undeniably sexual and I absolutely loved every second of it. If fucking and feeding felt this good I might just have to keep my supply up indefinitely. I rocked back and forth on John’s cock as his mouth stayed latching onto my breast, I felt wave after wave of orgasms crashing through my body as he emptied my right side. I was absolutely amazed at how much he was able to drink from my right side.

  “Mmm… more,” he growled hungrily as his mouth searched for my left side. Massaging my left breasts before taking it into his mouth, I playfully squeezed it and sent streams shooting onto his face. John opened his mouth and let me shoot my creamy liquid down his throat before his lips found my left nipple. It was streaming out into his mouth fast than he could swallow now and it was sexy to watch him struggle to swallow me down quickly enough to be ready for this next mouthful. I had never produced this much in one sitting before, I knew his strong suckling was the reason why. John’s mouth didn’t leave my breast until he had drained my very last drop. M nipples felt sore and spent and yet so, so fucking good.

  “Fuck, I need to be inside you now,” he growled.

  John roughly flipped me over and dow
n onto the beach chair, I could see he had even less patience that I did. He lowered himself down on top of me and roughly parted my legs.

  “Mmm, let me see that delicious little cunt,” he murmured. Kneeling over me he grabbed his lofty cock and roughly to stroke my clit with it and spread my warm wet juices that were currently dripping from my aching cunt before sliding down his length. I took him in as deeply as I could but John’s cock felt enormous inside of me; he was my first in a very, very long time, but even if he hadn’t been my first he still would have made me wince in pain with his girth and depth.

  “Oh, holy fucking shit, John, oh my God!” I mewed in ecstasy as he began pumping his swollen rod in and out of my stretched pussy. I wanted to scream to the heavens but worried I might draw attention to us from down the beach.

  “Mmmm, seems this little mama loves my big cock,” he groaned as his pace quickened, “let’s see how many places I’m going to make you drip right now.”

  John pushed my legs up and held them in place with his hands on the back of my thighs, my pussy glistening in the bright sun even more than if he had rubbed baby oil on it. John’s rhythm increased steadily as he thrust his thick member deep inside of me, over and over again. The pleasure was almost too much to bear.

  “Oh God, yes, don’t fucking stop,” I begged him, “fuck me harder!”

  “Your tight little pussy is going to make me cum soon, fuck I can’t help it,” he panted as he drove himself inside of me.

  “Cum inside me of me, please,” I begged desperate to feel him fill me full of warmth.

  “You sure you can handle this big load I’m gonna shoot in you?” he teased as his pace quickened even more.

  “Yes, yes please, don’t stop.”

  “I’m so fucking close. Last chance, baby. You sure I shouldn’t pull out? Can you fucking handle me?”

  “Empty your heavy balls inside of me right fucking now, please baby!” I begged desperate for him to lose control.