Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13

... having his Uber pick me up on his way to the airport. We said goodbye and I retired to my room, did my skin care routine, and immediately started updating my notes for the day before I could forget anything. I don't know if I'll have much of a chance to work on the next post while I'm out of the country, but I'll certainly try.

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Sunday, August 25th 2019

Gamescom was nice, the trip went smoothly. I was pretty busy most of the week, not necessarily for work, but just enjoying the event. I slept for most of the flight there and didn't really experience any jet lag, which was nice. My "roommate" was very respectful, and even though we had separate beds, he still offered to sleep in another room if I wanted. I didn't feel that was necessary, I just told him that I liked to take long baths when I stayed at hotels, which he said he could get behind, and it gave me a chance to milk in privacy. I didn't get to masturbate at all though, so other than the small orgasms I could get from milking myself, I had behaved so I wouldn't risk embarrassing myself by having him hear me. He's about 10 years older than me and he did a good job of helping me feel safe and keeping me from getting overwhelmed at the event and in the airport.

The return was a bit more difficult though. I was anxious. I'd missed my brother, and I was also a little nervous to come back to him after the last night we'd had together. But at the same time, I had been super. ...

... fucking. horny. for the last day. I was having trouble falling asleep and had to use a ZzQuil to help. But it was still a little disorienting to arrive at home only like an hour later than the time when we'd left Cologne.

When I walked in the door, he was just finishing washing some dishes, and had some podcast on the tv. He dried his hands and excitedly came and hugged me, squeezing me tight and lifting me off the ground, making me knock over my suitcase with my feet, and crushing my just-a-little-too-full boobs against him.

"Heeeyy!!! I missed you! How was the flight??" He exclaimed as he spun around.

"OMG!!! Ow, my fucking tits! Put me down you dick!" I hissed, unable to hide my smile. He quickly stopped and set me down gently.

"Sorry!" He collected himself, and I leaned into him, finally hugging him back.

"I missed you too." I mumbled into his chest.

We left my bags by the door, and moved to the couch where I filled him in on my week, and he filled me in on his. I hadn't missed much on his end really, just classes and homework. He took advantage of having the house to himself and caught up on some of his shows that I don't watch. That kind of stuff. He asked me if I'd had any issues relieving my breasts at all while I was gone.

"Other than the flight there and today, no. I haven't gotten to milk in like 18 hours, I'm super full."

"Oohhh?" He responded, clearly intrigued.

I laughed. "Are you thirsty then?"

"Oh fuck yes. I've missed it."

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