Re: Is this a lucky baby?
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When I was 20
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Date: November 21, 2017 10:15AM
I got on this train in Springfield to come to Washington when school broke. You had to change in New Haven, then. In New Haven, I was pleasantly surprised to see that the bar car was only half full. So I plop myself into a seat. The train gets moving, the Conductor checks punches my ticket and I get up to get a beer. This particular train stopped in New Rochelle, New York and all these people were waiting. Needless to say, the train became quite packed. So this broad carrying a baby comes into the bar car and plops her ass and her baby in the seat next to mine. The train gets going and the Conductor comes and punches her ticket. I get up to get another beer, say my pardon me s, come back with it, light my cigaret, sip my beer and go back to The Boston Globe. I finish reading the NEWS section of the Globe and put it away and pull out a copy of Le Devoir As I am pulling out the thing, I notice that she has the baby on her chest and the breast exposed. I pay it no mind, open up the paper, light another cigaret and mind my business.
So I hear this female voice in Standard French asking me if it bothers me that she's nursing her child. It has a rather perturbed tone to it. I let down the paper and answer her
"Je m'en Crisse quest-ce-que tu fais", which is the Montréal French equivalent of "I don't give a flying fuck what you do." She doesn't quite understand it, so I try my best Standard French "Ça me fait rien". I don't know if that's correct Standard French, or not, but she got the message, so I went back to my Le Devoir
At some point, she gets up and goes to the bathroom and takes the baby with her. The guy across the aisle asks me why I didn't say anything to her about nursing the baby. So I tell him I didn't care and if it bothered him so much, perhaps he should have, would have or could have said something. We're going back and forth when she comes back. She must have heard enough of it, because she starts on this guy with some really foul language and there was a nasty back and forth about babies in the smoking car and people smoking and all kinds of stuff. The bartender finally told the both of them to STFU or he'd call the conductor.
At that point, I'm trying to go back to my paper, when she asks me why I didn't stare at her when she was feeding the baby. I told her I wasn't interested in what she was doing, I didn't care and I didn't find a mother breast feeding her child to be stimulating. Then she asked me if I'd ever sucked on a breast. I paused, and gave her a look like "Of course I have" So she says, "No, one with milk in it" I said "No", so she asked me if I'd like to try it. I told her I wasn't doing it on the train.
So she pulls out a paper, writes her phone number and name on it, gives it to me, tells me she lives in a suburb of Balto. and to call her. I ask her if her husband's going to be OK with this and she tells me that it was her ex-BF who knocked her up and headed for Seattle as soon as he found out she was preggers.
I actually took her up on it. It wasn't bad, sucking on the milky tits. She did her muscle exercises, too, so she could get tighter than an 18 YO virgin down there.
I did it again a few times over the years. It's quite stimulating when you're doing it yourself.