Breast Pumping and Driving

Reckless Driving – adapted from another story…

A new mother’s attempt to pump while driving leads to an encounter with police. How many new mothers have been faced with the difficult challenge of wanting to breastfeed, but had a job that just didn’t work in their favor? Susan Thurman faced the same problem, but she was determined to give her child the best – regardless of the inconvenience.

Susan was an account executive with a large corporation and was seemingly always pressed for time, so when she found a breast pump that had a cigarette lighter adapter, she was elated. Her first week back at work was great. She took several breaks during the day and would run out to the car and pump. This gave her the privacy which was not available in a busy office. Her pump was fitted with dual suction cups and she was getting more than enough milk to keep her baby happy when she wasn’t home. The first part of the second week became a challenge. Having been gone three months meant that Susan had to play catch up with all her accounts. She had spent Monday through Thursday visiting everyone, talking about the baby, and just having a great time in general. Then Friday rolled around. She had scheduled two appointments too close together and she had become engorged…really engorged. The attractive mother’s breasts were leaking, and they hurt, too. Here’s where Susan’s dilemma started: did she be a good employee and rush to her next appointment or did she be a good mother and pump for her daughter? This was a no-brainer, really, Susan had no choice but to pump, but she couldn’t leave a customer waiting either when she’d been gone for three long months. Okay, she figured, they put the cigarette lighter plug-in on this thing for a reason. She did the only thing a mother would do. Susan was dressed in business suit skirt outfit with a blouse, pantyhose and high-heeled pumps. She took off her suit jacket and laid it in the back seat so it would not get wrinkled. She then tucked a short, white cloth into the waist band of her skirt to protect it from any ‘leaks’. It hung sort of like an apron.

Then she went to work. Sitting down in the driver’s seat, she unbuttoned all buttons on her blouse and opened the flaps on both cups of her nursing bra. She hooked herself – both breasts – up to the pump and adjusted her blouse as best she could. Thusly arranged, she adjusted the suction cups and then put the car in drive. A ‘hooked up’ Susan Thurman headed down the highway being very careful not to pass any truckers or get next to any vehicles that might have passengers who could see into her car. The gentle whoosh, whoosh of the pump was playing along with the radio and she was doing just fine until the semi-trailer she was behind started to slow down as they headed up a hill. Susan knew she was going to have to pass, so she pressed down her high heel, nearly flooring it, and went around the slow moving truck as fast as she could. Susan’s car swerved a bit as she pulled back over in front of the truck. After she got back over into the lane in front of it, she saw a car come flying up behind her. She started hoping that it wouldn’t pass her and the driver see what she was doing. Well, Susan got her wish. The next thing she knew there were flashing red lights in her rearview mirror. Heart nearly stopping and breasts flopping Susan said aloud, “This can’t be happening!” The now anxious businesswoman started trying to unhook the suction cups while she was pulling off the road. She set the bottles in the passenger seat. Susan didn’t have time to adjust herself, so she knew she must have looked awfully interesting as the officer approached her car. He looked in over her shoulder.

“License and registration, ma’am,” he asked and then continued, “Do you know why I pulled you over…?” Trying to hold her blouse closed while she was getting her license out of her purse wasn’t easy. Susan could feel her nipples leaking. Her suit skirt had ridden up on her pantyhose while she was leaning over to get her purse and the hemline was well up past mid-thigh. Since the officer was by then leaning in the side window of the car he could see ‘everything’. Susan tried to collect herself and think of a good story, but quickly decided the truth would be the best approach. Besides, maybe the officer would think she was just some silly woman and let her go on her way. As Susan began her story she could tell that she wasn’t impressing him. She supposed he had heard the business person’s “I’m late” excuse a hundred times, and when she added the breastfeeding part she thought he was going to laugh at her. Instead, she saw a little smirk on his face, then a full grin that led right into a bemused laugh.

He then told her, “My wife was a breastfeeder, too. Real nice, Mrs. Thurman, ma’am, how you love your baby so much.” The pleasantries were over and the officer told her that regardless of her ‘story’, she would have to take a sobriety test because of her erratic driving. Not to mention that her face was red as a beet! He ordered her out of the car. As Susan was holding her blouse together and trying to get her heels on the pavement, her skirt caught and slid up her nylon covered thighs practically to her crotch. Keeping a close watch on the woman’s movements, the officer got a real eyeful!

The now rattled businesswoman looked a sight, standing there in her skirt, nylons and high-heeled pumps with a make-shift apron and her blouse flapping open. She hadn’t even had a chance to close up the cups of her brassiere. The officer told Susan to ‘get dressed’ and then he watched her as she got her bra closed up and buttoned her blouse, leaving it outside of her skirt.

The officer made her walk up and back in a straight line. Rattled as she was, this was harder than it should have been, even in her high heels. Then he made her stand with her high heels together, arms at her sides. Susan stood for the longest time as he just watched her, seeing if she could maintain her balance with her feet close together. Then he made her stand first on one foot and then the other. No mean feat in high heels! Finally, he made her close her eyes and touch her nose – first with one hand, then the other, then both.

To make a long story short – Susan didn’t get off easy because the officer said she was driving recklessly. He gave her a stern lecture and a good scolding. Luckily he gave her a warning citation,but no ticket. This is a story that Susan’s husband enjoys to this day. The thought of his lovely wife being ogled and put through her paces by a uniformed police officer turns him on. Just to let you know, Susan didn’t attempt to pump and drive since that one time…pumping and driving don’t mix.