I got to feel my first pregnant belly today! It was super exciting. I organised a meet through Locanto to rub her belly for an hour. She is currently 35 weeks pregnant with her first child.
We had organised to rendezvous at the beach. This woman waddled up, wearing a long, flowy zebra patterned sundress. She had long blonde hair and, what I would later see, were blue eyes. I wasn't sure it was her at first because I hadn't noticed the bump as she walked up. Nevertheless, we introduced ourselves. She said her name was Lexi - indeed, the lady i was set to meet. I was slightly disappointed initially as she was carrying quite small for 35 weeks. She looked more like 24 weeks. But still, its a pregnant belly, and I wasn't bailing out.
We ventured to her car, a black Ford Territory, and climbed in the back. She had folded the seats down and had a grey fluffy blanket laid out. She lay down on her back, her head propped up on a sleeping bag. She pulled her dress up to reveal her belly. Lexi's belly was very round, and hung low. She had an innie belly button, and a faint line down the middle of her belly. Honestly, if I wasn't so close to her stomach, or she hadn't pointed it out, the line would have been barely unnoticeable. On the side of her belly Lexi had a tattoo of a biker looking chick in sunglasses holding a machine gun. The tat had become slightly warped because of her growing tummy. I asked about it - what the story is behind the tattoo - and Lexi said she thiught the chick was hot.
Lexi also wore plumb coloured elastic shorts underneath her dress. As she shimmied them down to reveal more belly a hot pink pair of panties poked out, sitting on her wide hips.
I was ready to start massaging. I had some massage oil with me, and I asked if it was okay to use. She agreed, and I began massaging her petite belly. My favourite part about Lexi's body was her hip dips. They were a hard angle and ran nicely into her belly.
As I rubbed her tummy my heart skipped a beat. I have dreamt about this for so long. A pregnant belly is so different to a normal belly. The front of it was hard and firm, but around the sides and top it was quite soft.
As I massaged her belly we chatted. Lexi was in a gay relationship with an Italian woman. They decided on having a child together and Lexi had inseminated herself using a friend's sperm. The friend was married, and he and his wife had already kids together. He was set to have a vasectomy, and offered, with the permission of his wife, to act as a donor for the girls before getting the snip. The donor jacked into a cup, and Lexi self-administered it into herself using an eyedropper tool of sorts. Kniwing she was in a relationship, that sounded relatively healthy, I asked why Lexi had agreed to meet me and have her belly massaged. As Lexi revealed, her partner had 2 kids from a previous marriage and was taking on a typical husband-type role, being somewhat disinterested and distant through Lexi's pregnancy. She only felt the kicks briefly every now and again and was also generally undermining when it came to Lexi's pregnancy symptoms, having gone through it herself before. Sadly, Lexi was not feeling super sexy, and hoped this might make her feel better about herself.
Lying on her back for a while made Lexi uncomfortable. I can only imagine the weight of the baby was pressing against her organs. She rolled onto her side, her back turned to me. I shimmied in closer, assuming a spooning position. This was cute. It felt coupley to me, to be able to huddle in tight with her, reach my hand over her and rub her big belly. I was starting to get hard. I pressed my groin into her butt. I knew she wouldn't let me do more, even if I asked. But the body-to-body touch was enough in that moment. I wish we could have done more.
The car got quite hot, having sat in the sun for 20 minutes or so. We exited the hot car and walked onto the beach. It was much cooler seaside. We perched in the indent of a sand dune so it wouldn't be too apparent to walkers by what we were doing. Lexi pulled up her dress again and we resumed. As you could imagine, her belly got quite sandy, sticking to the oil i had been rubbing on her previously, and the subsequent oil applied by my sandy hands. So I layed off on the oil application and just continued massaging her tummy without it.
Lexi rolled onto her side again, this time facing me. Her belly hung out quite a bit more. As I continued rubbing her stomach she winced. I asked if the baby was moving, which she confirmed it was. I went to remove my hand to lather on a bit more oil, but Lexi grabbed my hand and pushed it back onto her soft belly. She was trying to help me find the movement. She pressed my hand in hard. Into her soft underbelly. There was nothing for a minute or two, but then I felt it! A kick! It was so cool! Just this little jump under my hand. Mind blown! I have never felt a kick before. It made me excited to experience that connection. Lexi, meanwhile, groaned in pain. She confessed it was a big one.
The beach was generally empty, other than a family a bit further up, and a handful of couples and individuals walking on the shoreline, a good 30 metres from our nook. I was worried at first. What would people think of this strange sight out in public? But after some time the worry evaporated. I became entranced in the moment, being able to massage this beautiful round belly. We were only interrupted once when a dog snatched its leash away from its owner and bounded over. It tried to lick us, and was generally being friendly, but undoubtedly disruptful. The dog's owner, yelling at the pooch, started coming over to collect her canine. As the woman approached and the dog jumped around, Lexi pulled her dress down to cover her belly. The owner came over and apologised, taking the dog back and continued on their walk. As she wandered off I slid Lexi's dress back up and continued massaging her belly. After Lexi had firmly pressed my hand into her soft belly moments earlier as we sought movement, I started being a bit firmer with my massage. I could feel the firm uterus, and how it fell away to her soft belly. I ran my fingers over her hip dips, and the swell underneath her belly.
I did ask if I could take a photo, of her lying on her side. I couldn't resist. Her belly hanging was unbelievably sexy. Unfortunately she said no. Pre pregnancy she wasn't a photo person, and through her pregnancy she was suffering some mild body dismorphia. But I can read between the lines: it was probably more about not wanting evidence of this meet, as her partner was unaware of it. I tried to stress it was just for my personal collection (even though I would definitely have uploaded it here) but she still said no.
Shortly after the intrusion of the dog, our pre arranged hour long meet came to an end. We got up from the dune, dusting some sand off. Lexi pulled her dress back down and I walked her back to her car. We chatted a bit longer, then she got in her car and hooned off. I imagined she was probably in a rush to wash all the sand off her belly before her wife got home.
It was a good day.
We had organised to rendezvous at the beach. This woman waddled up, wearing a long, flowy zebra patterned sundress. She had long blonde hair and, what I would later see, were blue eyes. I wasn't sure it was her at first because I hadn't noticed the bump as she walked up. Nevertheless, we introduced ourselves. She said her name was Lexi - indeed, the lady i was set to meet. I was slightly disappointed initially as she was carrying quite small for 35 weeks. She looked more like 24 weeks. But still, its a pregnant belly, and I wasn't bailing out.
We ventured to her car, a black Ford Territory, and climbed in the back. She had folded the seats down and had a grey fluffy blanket laid out. She lay down on her back, her head propped up on a sleeping bag. She pulled her dress up to reveal her belly. Lexi's belly was very round, and hung low. She had an innie belly button, and a faint line down the middle of her belly. Honestly, if I wasn't so close to her stomach, or she hadn't pointed it out, the line would have been barely unnoticeable. On the side of her belly Lexi had a tattoo of a biker looking chick in sunglasses holding a machine gun. The tat had become slightly warped because of her growing tummy. I asked about it - what the story is behind the tattoo - and Lexi said she thiught the chick was hot.
Lexi also wore plumb coloured elastic shorts underneath her dress. As she shimmied them down to reveal more belly a hot pink pair of panties poked out, sitting on her wide hips.
I was ready to start massaging. I had some massage oil with me, and I asked if it was okay to use. She agreed, and I began massaging her petite belly. My favourite part about Lexi's body was her hip dips. They were a hard angle and ran nicely into her belly.
As I rubbed her tummy my heart skipped a beat. I have dreamt about this for so long. A pregnant belly is so different to a normal belly. The front of it was hard and firm, but around the sides and top it was quite soft.
As I massaged her belly we chatted. Lexi was in a gay relationship with an Italian woman. They decided on having a child together and Lexi had inseminated herself using a friend's sperm. The friend was married, and he and his wife had already kids together. He was set to have a vasectomy, and offered, with the permission of his wife, to act as a donor for the girls before getting the snip. The donor jacked into a cup, and Lexi self-administered it into herself using an eyedropper tool of sorts. Kniwing she was in a relationship, that sounded relatively healthy, I asked why Lexi had agreed to meet me and have her belly massaged. As Lexi revealed, her partner had 2 kids from a previous marriage and was taking on a typical husband-type role, being somewhat disinterested and distant through Lexi's pregnancy. She only felt the kicks briefly every now and again and was also generally undermining when it came to Lexi's pregnancy symptoms, having gone through it herself before. Sadly, Lexi was not feeling super sexy, and hoped this might make her feel better about herself.
Lying on her back for a while made Lexi uncomfortable. I can only imagine the weight of the baby was pressing against her organs. She rolled onto her side, her back turned to me. I shimmied in closer, assuming a spooning position. This was cute. It felt coupley to me, to be able to huddle in tight with her, reach my hand over her and rub her big belly. I was starting to get hard. I pressed my groin into her butt. I knew she wouldn't let me do more, even if I asked. But the body-to-body touch was enough in that moment. I wish we could have done more.
The car got quite hot, having sat in the sun for 20 minutes or so. We exited the hot car and walked onto the beach. It was much cooler seaside. We perched in the indent of a sand dune so it wouldn't be too apparent to walkers by what we were doing. Lexi pulled up her dress again and we resumed. As you could imagine, her belly got quite sandy, sticking to the oil i had been rubbing on her previously, and the subsequent oil applied by my sandy hands. So I layed off on the oil application and just continued massaging her tummy without it.
Lexi rolled onto her side again, this time facing me. Her belly hung out quite a bit more. As I continued rubbing her stomach she winced. I asked if the baby was moving, which she confirmed it was. I went to remove my hand to lather on a bit more oil, but Lexi grabbed my hand and pushed it back onto her soft belly. She was trying to help me find the movement. She pressed my hand in hard. Into her soft underbelly. There was nothing for a minute or two, but then I felt it! A kick! It was so cool! Just this little jump under my hand. Mind blown! I have never felt a kick before. It made me excited to experience that connection. Lexi, meanwhile, groaned in pain. She confessed it was a big one.
The beach was generally empty, other than a family a bit further up, and a handful of couples and individuals walking on the shoreline, a good 30 metres from our nook. I was worried at first. What would people think of this strange sight out in public? But after some time the worry evaporated. I became entranced in the moment, being able to massage this beautiful round belly. We were only interrupted once when a dog snatched its leash away from its owner and bounded over. It tried to lick us, and was generally being friendly, but undoubtedly disruptful. The dog's owner, yelling at the pooch, started coming over to collect her canine. As the woman approached and the dog jumped around, Lexi pulled her dress down to cover her belly. The owner came over and apologised, taking the dog back and continued on their walk. As she wandered off I slid Lexi's dress back up and continued massaging her belly. After Lexi had firmly pressed my hand into her soft belly moments earlier as we sought movement, I started being a bit firmer with my massage. I could feel the firm uterus, and how it fell away to her soft belly. I ran my fingers over her hip dips, and the swell underneath her belly.
I did ask if I could take a photo, of her lying on her side. I couldn't resist. Her belly hanging was unbelievably sexy. Unfortunately she said no. Pre pregnancy she wasn't a photo person, and through her pregnancy she was suffering some mild body dismorphia. But I can read between the lines: it was probably more about not wanting evidence of this meet, as her partner was unaware of it. I tried to stress it was just for my personal collection (even though I would definitely have uploaded it here) but she still said no.
Shortly after the intrusion of the dog, our pre arranged hour long meet came to an end. We got up from the dune, dusting some sand off. Lexi pulled her dress back down and I walked her back to her car. We chatted a bit longer, then she got in her car and hooned off. I imagined she was probably in a rush to wash all the sand off her belly before her wife got home.
It was a good day.