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I joined in the laughter and we moved on to safer topics, but her words had affected me and I felt a stirring low down. We finished our drinks and both made to go. I had really enjoyed chatting to this woman, whose name I discovered was Samantha, Sam for short, and I didn't want our time to end. It wasn't just the fact that she was pregnant, or that she was physically attractive, she was also intelligent and witty. Again, almost on the spur of the moment, I said, "Look, rather than having to stand in the rain waiting for a bus, why don't I give you a lift?" She thought about it for a few seconds then nodded. A few moments later we were both in the car. We drove along in a companionable silence for a while, with Sam giving the occasional direction.
Suddenly she cleared her throat, "Can I ask you something personal?" I nodded and she continued, "So, did you find your wife sexy 'cause it was your wife who was pregnant, or do you find pregnant women sexy?"
"Well, it was special with my wife as she was having my children but, yes, I find lots of pregnant women a real turn on, they are just so attractive!"
Sam nodded, and after giving me a few more directions asked, "So, so you think I'm sexy?"
I answered without thinking, "You're very sexy!" Then my brain caught up with my mouth, "Though, obviously, I wouldn't dream of... ...well, you know."
Sam laughed and directed me to pull up outside a house before I could elaborate on what it was I wouldn't dream of doing . "So, do you want to come in for a bit?" she asked, teasingly.
"A bit of what?" I replied, lightly almost jokingly.
"Oh, I think you know!" Sam said, her voice suddenly husky.
I laughed as we both got out of the car and I followed her into the house. Once inside, however, I was suddenly nervous and I could feel my heart like a hammer in my chest. I think Sam was nervous too, she started talking quickly, "Look, I don't want you to think I'm a slut or anything. I don't make a habit of picking up strangers in coffee bars, it's just..." She paused, collecting her thoughts, "It's just, well, at the moment I'm feeling huge and not really attractive, but.. ..you know, like I said, I'm feeling really horny. And, well, my boyfriend isn't helping! I don't know whether he thinks I'll break or something, or whether he doesn't find me attractive. I don't know, but he doesn't seem to want to touch me at the moment."
As she spoke she took off her coat and hung it up. She was no longer looking at me but rather at a photograph on the wall. It was a professional photograph, done in a studio, and showed her and a good looking man posed formally together. She was slim, too slim for my taste, to be honest, with small breasts and narrow hips just pushing at the material of an expensive dress. The picture was very different from the attractive curvy woman in front of me, dressed in a baggy tee-shirt and gypsy skirt with a cardigan thrown over the top.
I stepped closer and as I laid my hands on her shoulders I could feel the tension in her as she looked at the photograph. I began to gently massage her shoulders and Sam sighed, leaning back into my hands, "The thing is, most of my friends, you know, those that have been pregnant. After they'd had their babies they were still, well, big, and my boyfriend's always going on about these celebrity mums and how they are back in shape after a few weeks. I'm worried that if I don't get back to a size eight, like, immediately, he'll leave me, find someone new."
I couldn't make any sort of promises, although I suspected that both she and her boyfriend might feel differently after the birth. So I kept quiet and just kept on rubbing her shoulders, pressing harder with fingers and thumbs. Sam's head dropped as some of the tension went out of her and she sighed again, "Mmm, you can keep on doing that!" She said, then giggled, "Although I think I am going to have to sit down before I fall down, it's really nice, but it's making me go all floppy." She thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, let's go through here."
Sam led me through to the kitchen and pulled out a straight back chair. She sat down and closed her eyes with a slight grin on her face, "Okay", she said, "you can continue." I laughed and moved behind her and began working on her shoulders and neck. After a few moment she stopped me, took her tee-shirt off and slipped her bra straps down her shoulders, and let me continue. I began pressing more firmly accompanied by "Oohs" and "Aahs" from Sam as my fingers worked the muscles in her neck and shoulders. "Ow, yes, just there!" she exclaimed as my thumb passed over a knot in her neck. I worked on the knot with finger and thumb until it disappeared and Sam gave a sigh, "Oh, that's good. I can't believe how tense I was!"
I laughed, "It was my pleasure, but does that apply to me?" Sam look puzzled and half turned to face me. I nodded to the discarded tee-shirt, on the front of which was written, "Hands Off The Bump!".
It was her turn to laugh, "Oh, no. That was a present from a friend. In fact, I wonder if you could do something for me?"
"Okay. If I can." I replied.
"Well, my boyfriend bought me a bottle of Bio Oil. I'm supposed to rub it into my belly and boobs and it's supposed to stop me getting stretch marks." She ran her one hand lightly over her belly and the twin mounds of her breasts as she said this. "I have this fantasy that he's, that's my boyfriend, he's rubbing it in and it kind of turns me on. Unfortunately, as I said, he doesn't really touch me at the moment. Would you do it?"
"I would love to!" I said, slightly breathlessly. Her words and the sight of her touching herself made something stir down below. She noticed and giggled, stretching out her hand tentatively before running her fingers up the front of my trousers, causing my cock to twitch. "Mm", she said, her voice going husky again, "I can tell. So, shall we go upstairs?"