In the morning, in that half waking state, Linda's hands dropped her to thighs, kneaded and made their way up to her breasts which were curiously sore. Eyes still closed she kneaded slowly, pinching at her nipples and dreaming of a handsome movie star as she worked her way through a rare early morning yawp! of ecstasy.
When she was finished, she stirred further, realizing that the soreness of her breasts, despite her happy sighs, was making her somewhat queasy. She rolled over and sat up. Not such a good idea
"Ohhhhh." she moaned, her head feeling that rush of dizziness, and slammed her head between her legs. Sher rubbed her chin and rose,making her way to the bathroom. She felt she needed a shower and her chest was starting to smart.
She looked down at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were swollen and puffy. Everything else seemed fine, but closer examination and a pinch revealed a slight ooze.
"Aw, man." she looked again. She knew this sort of thing did happen on occasion at certain times of the month, but the wetness she was afraid had probably produced a mess on her sheets.
She went back to the bed and looked. There did not appear to be any damage.
She sighed, and resigned herself back to the bathroom.