I wrote this short story today, it was a bit of a fantasy that had been running through my head for a while now. I hope you enjoy it, I'm going to post it here, I don't know if I want it sitting in my computer files. Hopefully the site doesn't go down. 
Cheers
One for My Memory
She danced slowly and sensuously, swaying her hips from side to side, her shapely rump highlighted by the faint lamp on the table beside me. She tilted her head to the side, shifting her hair along her upper back and the movement carried my eyes upward to the back of her head. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and it hung just to her shoulder blades in a perfect and even layer. Just below her hair I could faintly see the shallow depression of her spine, which helpfully guided my eyes down, down, down, passing those two little dimples and returning to her buttocks. I pondered those dimples for a moment, quite impressed that she managed to retain them, considering her current condition. And there I sat, on the dark brown couch, hands on my thighs, shirtless, and wearing a red pair of swimming trunks that were still a little damp from the pool behind the house. The air smelled of chlorine and sun-tan lotion, drifting up from my trunks and bare chest. I barely noticed it.
Rotating her hips in smooth circles, the oscillation culminated with a slight “pop” each time the motion carried her butt closer to me. It was almost a physically desperate motion; her mind imploring its body to do something that it couldn’t quite perform as effortlessly as it could only a few months ago, resulting in this slight hitch in an otherwise fluid rotation. So, regardless of intention, this “pop”- if it could be called one - beautifully jiggled the ever-so-thin layer of meat of her rear. It was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. I felt my scrotum begin to tighten in anticipation between my legs.
She was still wearing her two-piece bikini which, agonizingly, still covered the majority of the two round lumps of her ass. Even with her back to me it seemed that she knew exactly what I was thinking, where I was looking. Well, I suppose it doesn’t take a genius to determine where I was looking. With a cute peak over her left shoulder and a mischievous grin, she gently, smoothly, reached her left hand around the curve of her hip and behind her back, sliding her fingers lower until she felt the damp material of the two-piece. With a single swooping motion, she collected - no, scooped - the edges of her bikini bottom between her thumb and forefinger. With a firm grip she tugged the fabric straight upward, slipping the bikini into her crack, forming a makeshift thong. On that body, even a crude version was enough to lift my eyebrows.
Seeing my reaction, she let out a low chuckle and shifted her weight to her left hip, moved the hand a bit lower and playfully lifted the bottom of her left cheek and let it fall. The cheek didn’t fall far, and it didn’t shake much else back there – after all she was a soccer player for Louisville less than a year ago – but the quick ripples brought a smile to my lips and my penis began to fill with blood.
She turned slowly, rotating her front into the low light, and, despite viewing this glorious woman all day long, my breath still caught. I’m fairly sure my mouth was open, because I don’t recall having to open it before saying, “You are absolutely stunning.”
And she was. Stunning, I mean. She was eight and a half months pregnant and on her 5’5” frame and soccer-conditioned body, that baby was being carried in only one area. You couldn’t even tell she was pregnant from behind, but when she spun around and placed that smooth curve of her belly in the light, she was simply a goddess – to me anyway.
She laughed, genuine amusement on her face, and her round globe of a bump bounced up and down, contracting and loosening while her breasts bounced heavily on her chest. “You’re a goof,” she said, still laughing, “But I’m glad you like it. I’d heard about guys that like pregnancy, but I never met one. Tell me, what is it that you like so much? The boobs? It’s the boobs, right?” She questioned, squeezing them, one in each hand, lifting their weight slightly.
Truthfully? No, not necessarily her boobs, although they were quite beautiful: just a little too big for her hands to completely hold, but probably a solid handful for me. Perfect. Quite firm, but with a slight enough sag so that the bottom curve of her breasts ended only a couple of inches above the beginning of the larger globe of her belly. The belly. Her belly. That was it – but how do you explain that to someone?
“Well,” I said, “Your boobs are, honestly, sincerely, amazing. But -”
“’But’ what?”
“Your belly is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” I replied.
It was her turn to raise her eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” She asked. She acted slightly surprised, but not overly so – after all, she will have noticed my staring through-out the day. In response to this revelation she began to rub circles around the bulging skin of her abdomen – I swear, you would think she swallowed one of her soccer balls. I was about to lose my mind, I was getting pretty hard, and soon my penis was going to lift out from between my legs.
“My belly, huh? What exactly about my belly?” She continued to press me, in the most sexual voice I’d ever heard, while continuing to making those sensual circles all across her bump.
“Hmmm...” I said “I guess I love the taut, tight, smooth, skin. I love the curve, the roundness. I love the way looks on your body, like... like it’s not really supposed to be there, but it fits you so perfectly... I love how it’s... young, unblemished, full of... life.” We both smiled at the pun. “It’s...”
“Inviting?” She suggested, beginning to glide across the carpet toward me. As she took those first few steps, my eyes went immediately to her curved, gravid, belly. Her belly-button stood straight out toward me, just below eye-level. Where the great round orb of the stomach curved below the button and met her pelvic area, just above her upper thighs, there was almost a crease – very nearly a distinct line - where the stretched flesh met the un-changed athlete’s body. The curve was so pronounced that the entire lower portion of her bikini was hidden in shadow, the bright yellow barely visible in the dark.
As if this wasn’t enough, she quickly reached both arms behind her back and began to untie the strings of the bikini top. Of course, her already expansive stomach pushed out even further as she was forced to lean back in her struggles to loosen the knot, stretching the skin and exquisitely lifting the entire, full, package.
My erection was throbbing, almost painful. It squeezed free at that very moment and quickly pitched a tent in my crotch. She noticed.
Chuckling again, she playfully exclaimed, “Oh my - did I do that?” as she lowered the covering over her beautiful nipples and dropped the fabric... somewhere. Her tits were perfect, light pink, and set directly in the center of the round lumps – only the ever-so-little sag revealed that they were never enhanced.
She carefully dropped to her knees just in front of the couch, reaching out with both hands and using my knees as support, leaning her head toward the miniature camp-site. Once she was on firm ground again, I opened my legs, clearing the way for her to slip her petite yet not-so-petite body between them. Her long black hair fell forward, tickling my forearms and hands, which I now moved up to caress her sides of her face. I carefully squeezed my legs just a bit, so that I felt the sides of her great belly on the inside of my calves. My bare knees were in her armpits, the swell of her breasts grazing the insides of my swim suit. Gently, she lowered her head and kissed the tip through my trunks, and my member pulsed in reply, fully at attention.
She began to untie my trunks, and once finished, she moved her head back so that when I eased my butt off the couch, I wouldn’t poke her in the face unannounced. Our eyes met as she slid the shorts all the way down, and while I lifted my feet off the carpet, she pulled them off – never once looking away. With a quick glance down, she placed her lips just on the tip of my head once again and again kissed, getting another involuntary pulse in response. She looked back up into my eyes and opened her mouth, taking the top of my penis into the warmth between her lips.
I gasped, letting out a slight moan as her tongue began to slide up and down the bottom of my shaft and her saliva soaked my throbbing cock. Her lips remained closed around my dick as she pivoted her beautiful face up, down, up, down, up, down. “You are perfect.” I told her. Because she was.
I let her go for another minute or so before I leaned forward and lifted her off, raising her face and kissing her on the forehead, then the nose, and then her lips. Breaking free of the passionate embrace, I placed my hands beneath her armpits and lifted upward slightly, suggesting my desire that she get off of the floor and give her knees a break. It was now that I could see how her bulging belly rested on her legs, completely covering the entire upper-half of her thighs beneath its curve. I couldn’t resist. I reached down with both hands and placed my palms on each side of this perfect round mass. I held them there as she again used my knees to brace herself as she stood up, knees popping from the strain.
As she straightened to her full height, her belly pushed itself into the space right in front of my nose. I kissed her again, squarely on the button, sucking slightly on the protruding circle. I began to move my mouth in a line to the right of the belly button, kissing, licking and rubbing my nose across the firm equator of her sphere. She began to breathe deeply, a contrast from the shallow breaths coming out of her nose while she was sucking me, and with slight murmuring noises escaping her lips. I looked up at her, without breaking contact with her taut skin and saw her nipples erect, with goose-bumps spreading around her areolas. Her head was leaned back, face to the ceiling, clearly enjoying the contact.
She must have noticed this pause because she looked down at me, and smiled, “Don’t stop, please...” To emphasize this, she rotated opposite my direction, just slightly, so that I could get all the way to her side, where I found another mystery of the female body. Where her perfectly “C” shaped belly met the side of her frame, another one of those faint lines marked the location where the stretched skin and muscles met the original location of her waist-size. This did nothing but accentuate the glorious size of the stomach, its bulk protruding a full foot from this natural marker.
My right hand now rested just above the curve of her buttocks while my left caressed the lower abdomen, the under-belly. My penis cooled in the air of the room, but the erection was just as strong as it was while between her lips. I grabbed the front of her belly and the hip nearest to me and led her back into a position facing me. Pinching the last piece of her bikini between my fingers I tore it to the floor and she daintily stepped out of it.
Now, I took her hands in mine, and she spread her legs over my knees and eased herself onto my lap. No, not close enough to penetrate – her butt was now resting in the air, with my kneecaps on either side of her cheeks, her quads sitting on top of my thighs and her feet hanging into the air off the front of the couch. The tip of my cock was pressing into the tight skin of her under-belly, bobbing forcefully into her dome with each pulse of my heart. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders and kissed me deeply.
I began to massage her stomach.
Placing my right palm onto her sternum between her breasts, I smoothly ran my hand down her chest until I felt my wrist resting on the top of her belly. Pausing here for a moment, I enjoyed the feeling of her chest expanding and relaxing beneath my fingertips and her belly straining against my wrist. She pecked me on the tip of the nose to get my attention, urging me to continue my work. I obliged, cupping both boobs in my hands, rubbing my thumbs across her still erect nipples, gently massaging them – just as I had hoped: a perfect handful. I lowered my hands, placing them on opposite sides of the sphere, and squeezed, reveling in the firm resistance of her skin. My dick continued to throb against her belly, pressing, forcing, straining into her taut skin as I rubbed, squeezed, and caressed my way along the basketball sized bump resting on my lap.
This perfect woman started to rock slightly, forward and backward, almost unconsciously it seemed, for our lips were still locked. As she see-sawed, almost air-humping, I reached down and pulled my penis up from beneath her stomach and placed it against her front, its head nearly reaching her belly button. Her motion caused my penis to rock up and down, forward and back against her bulging middle, and she reached down with her left hand and began to stroke along its length. I began to involuntarily pump against her belly, enjoying the friction and pressure between her belly underneath and her palm above.
“God, I want you inside me right now.” she moaned, her breath hot against my ear.
“I’m here for you, baby, right here,” I breathed back.
I slid my feet out away from the couch, lowering her just enough so that she could reach the floor. She stood just a bit, so that I could slide down the couch a bit more and get into a position where I could thrust into her moist twat. My dick stood straight into the air, an un-missable target even for a woman who couldn’t see her own opening. As she began to lower herself, I used my hand to guide myself toward her, and when she felt the contact she reached around behind her back and I passed my shaft into her hand. God, I even pumped between her fingers as her belly again surged outward when she leaned back.
I saw stars as I entered her, gasping with pleasure as the warm, tight, moistness of her cunt provided an incredible relief to my straining erection. Placing my hands again on the sides of her belly, I first surged upward, but was able to control myself and began to thrust into her slowly and controlled.
“Ahhh...” she moaned, “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God, yes!” She whispered, leaning forward again so that our foreheads were touching. Ecstasy was on her face, despite the fact that the only room for thrust that I could achieve was through the give in the cushions of the couch. She wanted more, needed more, and began to push herself up and down, her belly bobbing beautifully before me.
We both began to sweat, the slight layer of perspiration giving her curve a slight shine which, as the minutes wore on, increased the struggle to contain myself. Based on the heavy breathing and deep-throated moans coming from my lover, she was also nearing the finish. To extend the moment, I slowed down, easing the thrusts, coming to a stop inside her. Our heavy breaths were the only sounds in the night.
“Why did you stop?” She asked me, “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want this to be over yet, honey.” I replied.
“What are you doing?”
Uh... Well...
“What are you doing? Hello?”
Now I was getting a little confused. Apparently, almost as confused as she looked, with that glorious belly resting against my pelvis and my penis throbbing inside of her...
“Hello? Dude. Snap out of it.”
I came back to reality with a shock, a multitude of sounds and feelings smacking me right between the ears. Hard.
I was looking at my friend Gregg, who was floating in front of me in the deep end of the pool. Rather, I was looking past my friend Gregg, at his older sister’s friend, who at eight and half months pregnant had just begun to rub suntan lotion across the tight, bloated, perfect curve of her enormous belly. Her dark brown hair tumbled down her chest and covered her grapefruit sized breasts, hidden beneath a skimpy yellow bikini top.
Gregg had told me a little about her, he had said she used to play soccer for Louisville in college. She looked like it. But then she graduated and has a baby on the way, with some guy that Gregg had forgotten the name of.
“Jesus, where did you go?” Gregg asked me, completely oblivious to what was going on behind him.
I shifted on the side of the pool, seeking an answer, and glad for the several feet of water that was obscuring my huge erection. I was about to answer him when I noticed that the owner of the belly which I still had not looked away from had turned her face toward me. My heart stopped as she looked right into my eyes...
And winked.
CheersOne for My Memory
She danced slowly and sensuously, swaying her hips from side to side, her shapely rump highlighted by the faint lamp on the table beside me. She tilted her head to the side, shifting her hair along her upper back and the movement carried my eyes upward to the back of her head. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and it hung just to her shoulder blades in a perfect and even layer. Just below her hair I could faintly see the shallow depression of her spine, which helpfully guided my eyes down, down, down, passing those two little dimples and returning to her buttocks. I pondered those dimples for a moment, quite impressed that she managed to retain them, considering her current condition. And there I sat, on the dark brown couch, hands on my thighs, shirtless, and wearing a red pair of swimming trunks that were still a little damp from the pool behind the house. The air smelled of chlorine and sun-tan lotion, drifting up from my trunks and bare chest. I barely noticed it.
Rotating her hips in smooth circles, the oscillation culminated with a slight “pop” each time the motion carried her butt closer to me. It was almost a physically desperate motion; her mind imploring its body to do something that it couldn’t quite perform as effortlessly as it could only a few months ago, resulting in this slight hitch in an otherwise fluid rotation. So, regardless of intention, this “pop”- if it could be called one - beautifully jiggled the ever-so-thin layer of meat of her rear. It was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. I felt my scrotum begin to tighten in anticipation between my legs.
She was still wearing her two-piece bikini which, agonizingly, still covered the majority of the two round lumps of her ass. Even with her back to me it seemed that she knew exactly what I was thinking, where I was looking. Well, I suppose it doesn’t take a genius to determine where I was looking. With a cute peak over her left shoulder and a mischievous grin, she gently, smoothly, reached her left hand around the curve of her hip and behind her back, sliding her fingers lower until she felt the damp material of the two-piece. With a single swooping motion, she collected - no, scooped - the edges of her bikini bottom between her thumb and forefinger. With a firm grip she tugged the fabric straight upward, slipping the bikini into her crack, forming a makeshift thong. On that body, even a crude version was enough to lift my eyebrows.
Seeing my reaction, she let out a low chuckle and shifted her weight to her left hip, moved the hand a bit lower and playfully lifted the bottom of her left cheek and let it fall. The cheek didn’t fall far, and it didn’t shake much else back there – after all she was a soccer player for Louisville less than a year ago – but the quick ripples brought a smile to my lips and my penis began to fill with blood.
She turned slowly, rotating her front into the low light, and, despite viewing this glorious woman all day long, my breath still caught. I’m fairly sure my mouth was open, because I don’t recall having to open it before saying, “You are absolutely stunning.”
And she was. Stunning, I mean. She was eight and a half months pregnant and on her 5’5” frame and soccer-conditioned body, that baby was being carried in only one area. You couldn’t even tell she was pregnant from behind, but when she spun around and placed that smooth curve of her belly in the light, she was simply a goddess – to me anyway.
She laughed, genuine amusement on her face, and her round globe of a bump bounced up and down, contracting and loosening while her breasts bounced heavily on her chest. “You’re a goof,” she said, still laughing, “But I’m glad you like it. I’d heard about guys that like pregnancy, but I never met one. Tell me, what is it that you like so much? The boobs? It’s the boobs, right?” She questioned, squeezing them, one in each hand, lifting their weight slightly.
Truthfully? No, not necessarily her boobs, although they were quite beautiful: just a little too big for her hands to completely hold, but probably a solid handful for me. Perfect. Quite firm, but with a slight enough sag so that the bottom curve of her breasts ended only a couple of inches above the beginning of the larger globe of her belly. The belly. Her belly. That was it – but how do you explain that to someone?
“Well,” I said, “Your boobs are, honestly, sincerely, amazing. But -”
“’But’ what?”
“Your belly is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” I replied.
It was her turn to raise her eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” She asked. She acted slightly surprised, but not overly so – after all, she will have noticed my staring through-out the day. In response to this revelation she began to rub circles around the bulging skin of her abdomen – I swear, you would think she swallowed one of her soccer balls. I was about to lose my mind, I was getting pretty hard, and soon my penis was going to lift out from between my legs.
“My belly, huh? What exactly about my belly?” She continued to press me, in the most sexual voice I’d ever heard, while continuing to making those sensual circles all across her bump.
“Hmmm...” I said “I guess I love the taut, tight, smooth, skin. I love the curve, the roundness. I love the way looks on your body, like... like it’s not really supposed to be there, but it fits you so perfectly... I love how it’s... young, unblemished, full of... life.” We both smiled at the pun. “It’s...”
“Inviting?” She suggested, beginning to glide across the carpet toward me. As she took those first few steps, my eyes went immediately to her curved, gravid, belly. Her belly-button stood straight out toward me, just below eye-level. Where the great round orb of the stomach curved below the button and met her pelvic area, just above her upper thighs, there was almost a crease – very nearly a distinct line - where the stretched flesh met the un-changed athlete’s body. The curve was so pronounced that the entire lower portion of her bikini was hidden in shadow, the bright yellow barely visible in the dark.
As if this wasn’t enough, she quickly reached both arms behind her back and began to untie the strings of the bikini top. Of course, her already expansive stomach pushed out even further as she was forced to lean back in her struggles to loosen the knot, stretching the skin and exquisitely lifting the entire, full, package.
My erection was throbbing, almost painful. It squeezed free at that very moment and quickly pitched a tent in my crotch. She noticed.
Chuckling again, she playfully exclaimed, “Oh my - did I do that?” as she lowered the covering over her beautiful nipples and dropped the fabric... somewhere. Her tits were perfect, light pink, and set directly in the center of the round lumps – only the ever-so-little sag revealed that they were never enhanced.
She carefully dropped to her knees just in front of the couch, reaching out with both hands and using my knees as support, leaning her head toward the miniature camp-site. Once she was on firm ground again, I opened my legs, clearing the way for her to slip her petite yet not-so-petite body between them. Her long black hair fell forward, tickling my forearms and hands, which I now moved up to caress her sides of her face. I carefully squeezed my legs just a bit, so that I felt the sides of her great belly on the inside of my calves. My bare knees were in her armpits, the swell of her breasts grazing the insides of my swim suit. Gently, she lowered her head and kissed the tip through my trunks, and my member pulsed in reply, fully at attention.
She began to untie my trunks, and once finished, she moved her head back so that when I eased my butt off the couch, I wouldn’t poke her in the face unannounced. Our eyes met as she slid the shorts all the way down, and while I lifted my feet off the carpet, she pulled them off – never once looking away. With a quick glance down, she placed her lips just on the tip of my head once again and again kissed, getting another involuntary pulse in response. She looked back up into my eyes and opened her mouth, taking the top of my penis into the warmth between her lips.
I gasped, letting out a slight moan as her tongue began to slide up and down the bottom of my shaft and her saliva soaked my throbbing cock. Her lips remained closed around my dick as she pivoted her beautiful face up, down, up, down, up, down. “You are perfect.” I told her. Because she was.
I let her go for another minute or so before I leaned forward and lifted her off, raising her face and kissing her on the forehead, then the nose, and then her lips. Breaking free of the passionate embrace, I placed my hands beneath her armpits and lifted upward slightly, suggesting my desire that she get off of the floor and give her knees a break. It was now that I could see how her bulging belly rested on her legs, completely covering the entire upper-half of her thighs beneath its curve. I couldn’t resist. I reached down with both hands and placed my palms on each side of this perfect round mass. I held them there as she again used my knees to brace herself as she stood up, knees popping from the strain.
As she straightened to her full height, her belly pushed itself into the space right in front of my nose. I kissed her again, squarely on the button, sucking slightly on the protruding circle. I began to move my mouth in a line to the right of the belly button, kissing, licking and rubbing my nose across the firm equator of her sphere. She began to breathe deeply, a contrast from the shallow breaths coming out of her nose while she was sucking me, and with slight murmuring noises escaping her lips. I looked up at her, without breaking contact with her taut skin and saw her nipples erect, with goose-bumps spreading around her areolas. Her head was leaned back, face to the ceiling, clearly enjoying the contact.
She must have noticed this pause because she looked down at me, and smiled, “Don’t stop, please...” To emphasize this, she rotated opposite my direction, just slightly, so that I could get all the way to her side, where I found another mystery of the female body. Where her perfectly “C” shaped belly met the side of her frame, another one of those faint lines marked the location where the stretched skin and muscles met the original location of her waist-size. This did nothing but accentuate the glorious size of the stomach, its bulk protruding a full foot from this natural marker.
My right hand now rested just above the curve of her buttocks while my left caressed the lower abdomen, the under-belly. My penis cooled in the air of the room, but the erection was just as strong as it was while between her lips. I grabbed the front of her belly and the hip nearest to me and led her back into a position facing me. Pinching the last piece of her bikini between my fingers I tore it to the floor and she daintily stepped out of it.
Now, I took her hands in mine, and she spread her legs over my knees and eased herself onto my lap. No, not close enough to penetrate – her butt was now resting in the air, with my kneecaps on either side of her cheeks, her quads sitting on top of my thighs and her feet hanging into the air off the front of the couch. The tip of my cock was pressing into the tight skin of her under-belly, bobbing forcefully into her dome with each pulse of my heart. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders and kissed me deeply.
I began to massage her stomach.
Placing my right palm onto her sternum between her breasts, I smoothly ran my hand down her chest until I felt my wrist resting on the top of her belly. Pausing here for a moment, I enjoyed the feeling of her chest expanding and relaxing beneath my fingertips and her belly straining against my wrist. She pecked me on the tip of the nose to get my attention, urging me to continue my work. I obliged, cupping both boobs in my hands, rubbing my thumbs across her still erect nipples, gently massaging them – just as I had hoped: a perfect handful. I lowered my hands, placing them on opposite sides of the sphere, and squeezed, reveling in the firm resistance of her skin. My dick continued to throb against her belly, pressing, forcing, straining into her taut skin as I rubbed, squeezed, and caressed my way along the basketball sized bump resting on my lap.
This perfect woman started to rock slightly, forward and backward, almost unconsciously it seemed, for our lips were still locked. As she see-sawed, almost air-humping, I reached down and pulled my penis up from beneath her stomach and placed it against her front, its head nearly reaching her belly button. Her motion caused my penis to rock up and down, forward and back against her bulging middle, and she reached down with her left hand and began to stroke along its length. I began to involuntarily pump against her belly, enjoying the friction and pressure between her belly underneath and her palm above.
“God, I want you inside me right now.” she moaned, her breath hot against my ear.
“I’m here for you, baby, right here,” I breathed back.
I slid my feet out away from the couch, lowering her just enough so that she could reach the floor. She stood just a bit, so that I could slide down the couch a bit more and get into a position where I could thrust into her moist twat. My dick stood straight into the air, an un-missable target even for a woman who couldn’t see her own opening. As she began to lower herself, I used my hand to guide myself toward her, and when she felt the contact she reached around behind her back and I passed my shaft into her hand. God, I even pumped between her fingers as her belly again surged outward when she leaned back.
I saw stars as I entered her, gasping with pleasure as the warm, tight, moistness of her cunt provided an incredible relief to my straining erection. Placing my hands again on the sides of her belly, I first surged upward, but was able to control myself and began to thrust into her slowly and controlled.
“Ahhh...” she moaned, “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God, yes!” She whispered, leaning forward again so that our foreheads were touching. Ecstasy was on her face, despite the fact that the only room for thrust that I could achieve was through the give in the cushions of the couch. She wanted more, needed more, and began to push herself up and down, her belly bobbing beautifully before me.
We both began to sweat, the slight layer of perspiration giving her curve a slight shine which, as the minutes wore on, increased the struggle to contain myself. Based on the heavy breathing and deep-throated moans coming from my lover, she was also nearing the finish. To extend the moment, I slowed down, easing the thrusts, coming to a stop inside her. Our heavy breaths were the only sounds in the night.
“Why did you stop?” She asked me, “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want this to be over yet, honey.” I replied.
“What are you doing?”
Uh... Well...
“What are you doing? Hello?”
Now I was getting a little confused. Apparently, almost as confused as she looked, with that glorious belly resting against my pelvis and my penis throbbing inside of her...
“Hello? Dude. Snap out of it.”
I came back to reality with a shock, a multitude of sounds and feelings smacking me right between the ears. Hard.
I was looking at my friend Gregg, who was floating in front of me in the deep end of the pool. Rather, I was looking past my friend Gregg, at his older sister’s friend, who at eight and half months pregnant had just begun to rub suntan lotion across the tight, bloated, perfect curve of her enormous belly. Her dark brown hair tumbled down her chest and covered her grapefruit sized breasts, hidden beneath a skimpy yellow bikini top.
Gregg had told me a little about her, he had said she used to play soccer for Louisville in college. She looked like it. But then she graduated and has a baby on the way, with some guy that Gregg had forgotten the name of.
“Jesus, where did you go?” Gregg asked me, completely oblivious to what was going on behind him.
I shifted on the side of the pool, seeking an answer, and glad for the several feet of water that was obscuring my huge erection. I was about to answer him when I noticed that the owner of the belly which I still had not looked away from had turned her face toward me. My heart stopped as she looked right into my eyes...
And winked.
