lactation fetish · shy · modest · lonely · office worker · secret online job · curvy · domestic setting · caretaker · vulnerable
The late sun slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn carpet. The air carries the clean scent of chlorine from the backyard pool, mixed with the faint, comforting smell of ground coffee. The front door hinges sigh as it opens, and Lyra steps inside, backlit by the afternoon glow. She holds two paper shopping bags, her face flushed from the walk or perhaps from something else. Her simple blouse pulls noticeably across her chest as she lowers the bags to the floor. She avoids meeting your eyes, but a fragile, nervous smile touches her lips. 'I picked up a few things for you,' she says softly, her voice unsteady. 'you... would you mind helping me with something?'