That first time, he certainly did not catch me at my best. At least I thought as much. I was thirty weeks pregnant and felt as big as a house. It was June and terribly hot already, so I'd just put on a pair of comfy shorts, flip-flops and a strappy maternity tank that probably showed off a little too much of my bulging belly and swelling breasts.
I was proud of my pregnancy though. It was my first, at thirty-eight, and we had not really been trying, but the baby was definitely something I had always wanted. I was in very good shape before that, and always able to turn heads, but not one to flaunt my sexuality like some women. Not that I didn't know how to turn on the charm with clients, or with men if I needed something done in a hurry. All women do it if they can.
So anyway, here I am with no makeup and a crappy outfit if I do say so myself. I was seemingly always hungry at that time, so I was presently stuffing my face with one of those horrid pretzels slathered in mustard which I had just bought at the Target eatery. To this day I have no idea how long he had been watching me. I hope to God it was not long, with me wiping mustard from the corners of my mouth and struggling with that loaded cart toward the checkout.
"Miss?" I heard someone ask; but I honestly ignored it the first time as I was well beyond the Miss years. I heard it again, right behind me and turned around as I stopped the cart.
Stepping up beside me was a man who looked to be in his early to mid twenties. Not especially tall, about my height, but very cute. And very well built. I chastised myself for even thinking such a thing. He had wavy black hair with vibrant blue eyes; and a wonderfully friendly smile. The way he looked right into my eyes actually made me stop gnawing on that damned pretzel and just stare back at him like an idiot.
I tried to ask him what he wanted, but it started to come out jumbled, and before I really even had a chance he stunned me by saying, "I hope you don't mind, but I saw you a couple of times walking around the store... and then just now when you walked by, I just had to tell you that you are without a doubt one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen."
He smiled again, or more of a big grin this time, and I could feel myself turn a bright red, and for one of the first times in my life I was completely speechless. My heart was pounding in my ears and I also felt a jolt in places that had been neglected for far too long. He winked and said, "That's all. Just couldn't stand myself if I didn't get over here and tell you that. You have a good day now."
He started to walk away, but then noticed the large box in my cart (the crib for the nursery) and he stopped short.
"You don't need any help with that do you? It sometimes takes forever to get help out to your car from places like this."
I just blinked, still reeling from what he had said. I felt like a deer caught in headlights; and maybe that is the best way to describe it.
He smiled and lifted the end of the large box. "The umm...crib?"
I finally managed to swallow most of the half eaten bite of pretzel in my mouth and answer back, "No. I can handle it."
He smiled again, but not as big this time, and shrugged. "Okay then. Bye now."
As he walked away, this time for good, I found myself starting at one of the cutest denim-clad butts I had seen in a very, very long time. That boy... no, man, was so yummy and he actually thought that I was "gorgeous" in my state! I tried to gather my composure and proceed to the checkout, but I was suddenly very self conscious. Had I been flaunting myself or revealing something? What ulterior motives could he have had in complimenting a woman in an extremely pregnant state?? I was very weary and could not help but search for him again the entire time I stood in line.
I don't even remember paying for things in my cart until I found myself standing in front of the Target with my receipt in hand. Of course it was then that I realized that I had not even asked for help, and if they had offered, I must have said no. I had made a fool of myself in front of how many people now? All I wanted to do was come out and get this chore taken care of and THIS had to happen! I could feel myself getting not only embarrassed but angry as well. I was doing absolutely fine until that stranger had come over and said that to me. Even if he was a yummy looking stud.
I marched myself over to my SUV and took my time unloading the bags of everything else I had bought. Lord only knew how I was going to get that damn crib in the car now! I made three unsuccessful attempts, with the third nearly sending me and the crib flat on the pavement. I just stood there ready to burst into tears when I heard that voice again from some distance.
"Hold on! Let me help with that!"
He came running from the Office Depot which was next door; and just in time because I don't think I could have held that box in that precarious position any longer.
"Wow... What are you think you're trying to do?" he asked, as he stepped in beside me and took the weight with such ease that it actually made me jealous! I just folded my arms and thanked him. "Geez, and you went and got the one that weighs 100 pounds or something too didn't you," he winked backed at me, sliding the crib inside.
He turned around and brushed his hands off and caught me staring at his arms, which were still bulging a little. I felt myself blushing again and even though I wanted to turn away, for some reason the two of us just stood there, looking into each other's eyes for what seemed like five minutes, but was probably two seconds. Both of us reached for the back door at the same time, so I demurely let him close at, as I pushed a few strands of my loose hair behind my ear.
"Well that was fun!" he said, with that big smile that just made me tingle all over again. "Matt," he said with a cute little nod.
"Megan," I responded and reached for the cart to walk it back. He quickly grabbed it and ran it across the street while I debated on whether I should get in and bolt or hang around.
I put my purse inside the front and went ahead and got in; turned on the a/c and put my left window down since I could already see "Matt" jogging back from the carts. It was cute. He was anxious to get back to me. It had been a long time since I had seen that kind of reaction from a man, even before I had become pregnant, but now....
"OK, so how are you going to get that inside? I don't normally offer my services to strange ladies but you really could use the help, I can tell."
I started to shrug away and yet I knew I was smiling at him and not wanting those butterflies in my tummy to stop so soon. I looked into his eyes and was about to say no, all the while fiddling with my wedding and engagement rings right on top of my very pregnant tummy. And of course I caught the not so subtle mention of his "services" which had more of an affect on me than I let him see. At least I thought so.
He cocked one eyebrow and I saw a slow grin form on his lips. Delectable, plump, perfectly shaped lips. I had never seen lips like that on a man before. My girlfriend in college had lips like his. Small, soft and plump; perfect for hours upon hours of kissing; but they actually fit perfectly on his masculine face, with just the trace of a five o'clock shadow forming. Could he tell I wanted to just reach outside that window and grab him; suck and chew on those lips even if I couldn't do anything else? Despite myself I was getting excited even though I was nervous, and still a bit perturbed about the entire situation.
"So... How far away do you live anyway? I don't mind helping as long as you didn't come from out of state or something," he said with a little laugh.
I told him the general area, all the while averting his eyes and still playing with my rings. He had placed one well toned arm on my door ledge and I found myself glancing out of the corner of my eye at the muscles as I finished speaking.
"You're kidding? I live like right across the street from there," he said. He lived in a condo while I lived in a townhouse that was literally right around the corner from him, just five miles from where we were.
I don't know why, but I started to get scared. I couldn't let him find out where I lived, could I? He looked perfectly harmless. Well maybe not. He actually looked delightfully handsome, but that was something I dared not think about while staring at him. It had been six months since my husband had even touched me and thinking about being ravished by a young stud would have probably made me cream all over that nice leather seat!
Well, it was like my puss had a mind of her own because I heard myself agreeing to let him follow me back to my place and carry the crib in. But that was it, I screamed to myself driving the whole way home. I shouldn't even go inside the house with him just in the case he really is dangerous. And on the other hand, Lord only knew what my pregnant horny little self would do if I got him upstairs right across from my bed for Christ's sakes! As much as I hated the thoughts, I was loving every second of it as well. I was so turned on, looking back in my rearview mirror at him and thinking that I could have that young stud servicing my very pregnant, swollen pussy in 20 minutes if I dared. Of course I wouldn't, I mean, I just couldn't! Even if I wanted to, it wouldn't be safe even ... would it?? Regardless, I knew that once he left I would get out my favorite toy; the one that was twice as big as my husband, and bring myself off so fast and so good! That would have to suffice as it had for the past six months. Hell the past six years.
By the time we got to my house I almost couldn't wait for him to leave. My whole pregnancy I had not allowed myself to fantasize about a real encounter like this, and now everything was coming to a head. I felt weak to my knees as I stepped out of the SUV and opened the back for him to get the crib out. He asked where he was taking it and I told him just inside the front door, so that would avoid any suspicion on my husband's part too, I thought to myself.
I hurried up to the front door and got it open while he was getting the crib out. I watched him as he approached the house, carrying that very heavy crib, which looked far too big for him to be lifting. I watched his eyes and saw them lingering on my tanned, toned legs as I stood there holding the screened door open for him; he glanced repeatedly to my bulging tummy, and then finally made contact with my own eyes. The sweet thing actually blushed and turned away instantly. Like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, it was! Lovely is all I can say.
I wanted him. She wanted him. I could tell because as he stepped inside and I got a wiff of his sweet sweat mixed with whatever else he was wearing, she started oozing.
NO! I couldn't have him. I was very married, and very pregnant, and either one of those things in itself would be reason enough not to. But combined? What would that make me? No. And that was that. But that was easier said then done. Especially with her all roused up like she was.
He placed the crib down gently in the only spot he could, in the center of the room. Turning around he caught me once again admiring him, only this time I had taken a second too long on that incredible ass of his. There was no hiding the fact so I just went with it.
"I'm sorry, but you do have an awesome butt, Sweetie," I said, giving him the once over again. I knew I would never see him again, so I might as well enjoy that while it lasted!
He was obviously a little surprised by my words because he just stood there grinning and let out a laugh.
"No need to apologize. There's quite a bit more I could compliment you on too, if you'd give me half the chance," he said.
I don't know why, but him saying that suddenly made me feel self-conscious again. I folded my arms across my chest, and tried to ignore the awkward silence.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just like I said earlier, you are absolutely amazing is all."
"Just 'absolutely amazing'?" I asked with a smirk, cocking my eyebrow like he had before.
He smiled again. God, that smile could make me melt.
"And unbelievably sexy."
We both actually blushed slightly at that.
"How can this be 'unbelievably sexy'? You must be out of your mind!" I said, framing my belly with my hands and laughing.
He was quiet for a few seconds and I thought I had been too harsh.
"That isn't what makes you sexy. It's just part of the package. When I first saw you I could only see your head above the racks of baby clothes. The way your hair is pulled back like that and the tone of your skin definitely caught my attention. Then you turned around. I saw your profile, your nose and mouth and chin for the first time. There aren't a lot of women that can pull off being this cute and this beautiful at the same time."
Wow. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach, and not by the baby. Way too much coming from a perfect stranger, I thought. In fact, I couldn't recall anyone ever having the balls to compliment me like that before. And to have a stranger say these things to me was turning my world upside down.
"Do you want me to go?"
"What about this? What about when you saw this?" I asked as an afterthought, rubbing my tummy again, even though he couldn't see because he was standing behind me.
"I thought ... I had never seen anything so beautiful. I don't know why. But you carry yourself so perfectly compared to other ... you know ... pregnant women."
He was quiet behind me for a minute while I just stood there rubbing my tummy and looking outside, thinking things through. I finally heard him moving toward the door to let himself out.
"Are you married?" I asked, without looking at him. His hand was already on the screen door latch.
"No. No takers yet," he said with a little nervous laugh.
I thought for a second. "That's good to know." And I turned to him and smiled weakly.
It was the best I could do in my emotional state, and I couldn't really just jump in bed with a stranger. Plus, there were "other" complications as well in my condition. Better to leave this to fantasies for him and my big, rubber, man-made lover for me. Matt on the other hand did not let it go that easy, BLESS HIS HEART!!
After Matt left, I sat on the couch looking at his business card, while running through everything that had just occurred. I probably should have just thrown it away right then and there, but there was something so forbidden, so naughty, so taboo about keeping it ... just in case. Yes, my emotions had gone through a rollercoaster that afternoon, but one thing was for certain – she was still very much involved in this decision.
She needed relief so bad it was killing me. I didn't even finish bringing everything inside. I just locked the Escalade from the front door and headed on upstairs.
I quickly stripped down to nothing and went to the closet to find my "little helper." I had three, but this was my favorite. No bells or whistles, just a plain old thick piece of rubber molded into the shape of a beautiful, slightly curved, 7 inch cock. It was in fact only about an inch or so longer than my husband, but it was easily twice as thick.
I could feel my heart racing just a little and she was getting so excited knowing what was about to come, so to speak. There are times when I want to take my time, to work myself up into a frenzy before I let her have relief; but not today. I needed to be fucked. I would have give anything to just have had the courage to lead that young man up to my bed and let him take care of everything!
As I laid back and spread my legs wide, reaching around my pregnant tummy, I imagined him over top of me, ready to take me as his own. I had to lean up on one elbow to get the toy inside, and I wasted no time sliding its entire length all the way inside my wet, greedy little puss. I propped some pillows behind my back so I could maintain that position and then I just let her have it. I closed me eyes and worked that cock fast and furious; so much that the squelching sounds emanating from between my spread legs filled the entire room for seconds at a time.
I was so excited from the whole scenario that I came faster than I think with any other fantasy I had ever had. It was a long drawn out climax that caused me to toss my head back and actually cry out; something I never do while doing myself for fear that someone will hear me, whether I have the house to myself or not. I was able to twist and screw that fat rubber cock around inside her until I felt myself on the verge of yet another climax; and this one was every bit as intense as the last. I wanted this feeling to last forever.
Collapsing back on the bed and letting go of the toy, I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations of still being completely filled by my man-made lover. I ran my well manicured nails delicately across my breasts and traced circles around my sensitive nipples; teasing them, tormenting them, exciting them. As I rolled both between a finger and thumb of each hand I instantly felt my puss grabbing at the toy still embedded so deep inside of her. I closed my legs together and very carefully rocked back and forth against the bed while playing with my nipples. Milk started to leak from each one, coating my fingers and exciting me even more.
It took a lot longer in that position, not holding the dildo at all except for with my legs, and I was tempted so many times to just reach down and take charge again, but I was leading up to something amazing, I just knew it.
I rubbed my swollen belly with one hand and pulled on my nipple with the other; all the while squeezing my legs together and shoving my butt down into the bed to get that cock deeper inside of me. Using my whole hand on my breast, I imagined it was my new young lover, Matt, sucking and biting my nipple until I came all over him. It happened so suddenly it seemed. Oh my God! When I came it was honestly one of the most incredible orgasms I had ever given myself. And to think that I had not even had a hand in it so to speak!
After all that, I still was not completely satisfied, but it certainly helped. And yes, I know I was bad; but the thought of that young stranger pleasing me in my husband's bed, with his baby in my belly, just made me cum like you wouldn't believe!
I had an hour or so before my husband came home so I proceeded to take a long hot shower even though it was probably not the best thing to do in my condition. Using the shower massager felt so good all over, but particularly on my poor swollen little puss. I brought myself off to another small orgasm letting that spray pulse against my clit as I squeezed my nipples roughly. Did he like to eat puss? The thought of that delicious young stud down there doing what that water was doing was bringing me to the same aroused state I had been in before I had even come upstairs.
This could be good, I decided. I dried myself off, but instead of getting dressed I waited the last 10 minutes for my husband to arrive home, wearing nothing but my towel wrapped barely around my swollen body. I needed a man, and I loved my husband. There was absolutely no reason why he couldn't make love to me like we had before we had gotten pregnant.
He saw me lounging on the bed, hair still a little damp, but pulled back (sexy like Matt had told me it was). I was making a pretense of reading a magazine and just killing time. He didn't say much, but started talking about his day when I asked him. I put the magazine down and crawled over the bed to where he was removing his patrol officer's uniform.
He stood up when he felt me get behind him and as he looked down at me I asked him another question so he would keep talking. He hesitated for a few seconds but then continued on his little tirade about the day. I tucked my legs underneath of me and sat back on them; leaning forward I then started unbuckling his belt, all the while making little comments about what he was saying.