Detoured

"This should be far enough." Danielle stopped and fidgeted.

Brandi turned around. "You sure? The alley goes deeper."

"Yeah, but-" They further down they went, the more untamed the space sandwiched between the towering brick buildings became: less light and more trash and graffiti. Danielle wished she could be as brave as her girlfriend, but she just wasn't. "I don't think anyone saw us go in here. We should be good. Lemme take those while you- uh, you know."

Brandi handed Danielle the boxes of donuts she was carrying. She tilted her head, pursed her lips, and stroked her chin with her thumb in mock-confusion. "No, I forget. What is it you'd like me to do?"

They made eye contact and then Danielle broke it by looking down and arching her back, thrusting her swollen breasts at her partner; an offering. She bit her lip. "You know."

"Hmm- 'fraid I don't." Brandi bent close to study Danielle's boobs. "These appear to be leaking." 

"Please do something about that."

"Just hold 'em closed, huh? Seems lewd." Brandi clamped her hands around Danny's engorged nipples. 

"Eek!" Danielle enjoyed the rough treatment, but wasn't expecting it.

Hot milk soaked through the cotton sweatshirt and ran between Brandi's fingers, trailing down her forearms. "I'm not sure if this is working." The stimulation only increased the flow. "Think we can make it all the way to the apartment like this?" Brandi walked backwards, turned and tugged Danielle a skidding step closer to the alley entrance. 

"A-ah! Stop! Would you just..."

Brandi released her grasp. "Just what?"

Danielle dropped her voice to a nervous whisper. "Milk me now."

Brandi leaned towards her girlfriend with her hand cupped around her ear. "Couldn't hear 
ya."

Slightly louder: "Milk me." Danielle stamped her foot hard enough to get her laden chest to jiggle. She was so achingly full she couldn't think straight. She missed Brandi's hands rudely squeezing her nipples, though lips would be better. "Milk me. I knew it'd be close before we left, but I wanted sweets bad enough to risk it. I can't last any longer. Now I'm making a mess. Please, please- I need to be milked."  

"My poor busty baby. Why didn't you say so earlier? Tubby tummy to the rescue!" Brandi slapped and rubbed her muffiny midriff. "Might as well snack as I drink- my diet's permanently fucked anyways." She grabbed a donut and started to work the hem of Danielle's sodden sweatshirt upwards, revealing the milk-streaked under-slopes of Danielle's perfect, overfilled udders.