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The pregnant escort

By: Zewhatcher

Authors Note: This is strictly a work of fiction. Though it would be cool if it could happen. Rated PG since there are no real naughty bits in it. (If you feel it is too risqué, let me know and I’ll change the rating) However, I doubt you should read this if you are under the age of 18 or 21 depending on your states laws. And yes, before I get spammed by people complaining for the lack of names. I stayed away from them to try something new this time. Names can sometimes be very annoying when reading a story. So here it is, I hope you enjoy. Just put on your imagination cap and away we go!

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I hurried to the door, trying to straighten my tie and failing horribly, as I did so. I managed to nearly choke myself as I struggled to turn the knob on my apartment door. All thoughts of my discomfort vanished when I saw… her.

Five foot four inches, long brown hair, the most gorgeous emerald eyes I had ever seen, a cute nose, full, rosy lips. She wore what I had requested. A tight fitting red cocktail dress, it hung tightly to her curves and whoa did she have curves!

Two achingly full breasts held tightly confined beneath the nearly transparent dress top, the swell of her eight-month pregnant belly just below that, straining the seams of the fabric. She giggled and smiled at me, what a smile! She gently leaned against me and removed my tie. “I take it you are a little nervous?” She inquired while I was still recovering from the shock of her touch.

I managed to squeak out a reply before she took my hand. “Well then, shall we go? You did say dinner reservations were for six sharp.” All I could do was nod as I pulled the door closed behind me.

Dinner was great; actually it was better than great. Not only was she good looking, but she also had a personality to match. She had a wit and charm about her that most girls lack. She was very genteel about how she spoke of all things, politics, sports, fashion, and religion… We spent so much time talking and moving from one subject to the next that I soon lost track of the time and when I looked up again, the sun had set. However she never seemed to mind. Occasionally she would put a hand to her belly and rub it. The material of her dress pulling tighter in that one spot for a moment before the pressure would be released and the material would fall back into place.

I picked up the check and we headed out for a nice, slow walk. The night air was fresh with the smell of cut grass. While not always the most pleasing smell in the world, it was not one I would have traded for the world. We walked and continued to talk. I asked about her pregnancy and she was very frank and open with me. In turn I was open with her about my fascination with large, tight bellies. She seemed to try and understand, especially the part about me finding them sexy. “I have found myself getting sexier by the day. With each added inch to my middle, I seem to become more of a goddess and less a woman.” She told me, much to my embarrassment as my face turned three shades of red. All she did was giggle and lean her head on my shoulder. I was in heaven.

After sitting down on a bench for her to rest her feet, which of course I instantly offered to rub, she whispered in my ear.

“I thought you said something about a Jacuzzi?”

To which my scattered mind responded, “Only if you want to.” I can be so dumb sometimes.

We went back to my room, where of course I did have a nice hot tub. It was designed for four people, but tonight, there would only be two of us. I grabbed my swimming trunks out of my room and then left it for her. I am a gentleman after all. After quickly changing, I hurried out to the main room to await her, not that I had long to wait.

She stepped from my bedroom wearing a simple, black, one-piece bathing suit, exactly as I had asked. “Do you like it?” She asked, making a small twirl so I could see how the suit hugged her every curve. I quickly nodded my assent and led her out to the hot tub.

I got in first so I could help her down from the small steps, wary of her falling and getting hurt. Staring at her as the water slowly moved up her body, making the material of her suit slick and shiny. Once we were settled on the seats of the tub: her on my lap and me shaking from her letting me get this close. She must have sensed my anxiety as she reached out and took my hand and gently placed it against her belly. “You can rub if you like.” She told me, gently guiding my hand to explore her bump.

This went on for some time as I slowly relaxed again, until she totally surprised me by asking. “Would you like to rub my bare tummy?” The sparkle in my eye must have given away my answer. Grinning slyly she sat up off my lap and reaching across her body, she moved something on the side of her suit before pulling the entire middle section of the suit away, revealing her pale flesh. Her one-piece suit now turning into a two-piece. She tossed the middle piece to the floor before moving back to my lap.

“Feel free to explore.” She told me, placing my hands on her large belly once more. I did not need a second request. Slowly my hands roamed her belly, gently of course. I did not want to hurt her. I could feel her baby kick every so often and when that would happen, I would jump. She on the other hand seemed to enjoy the lavish attention I was paying her, closing her eyes softly and leaning back against me. I continued to rub her belly, making soft circular motions with my fingertips, tracing lines out from her belly button and then back again. We both rested in this manner for a while, my hands gently rubbing her belly, her body relaxed against mine. When I finally opened an eye to check the clock I saw that it was nearly two in the morning, and only then did I realize that she had fallen asleep on me. With the way we were both situated in the tub, there was no way for her head to go under the water unless she fell off my lap.

I tried to gently wake her, but she was really out. So slowly, I stood up from the tub and carried her out of it. She was a lot lighter than I had expected her to be. I carried her to my bed where I placed her on top of some towels and then gently wrapped her in a blanket. Closing the door, I moved to the bathroom to change into my sleeping shorts.

Even now as I sit here writing this she is asleep in my room. I don’t know what she will say in the morning, nor do I know what is going to happen from here. I just know that this was one of the best nights of my life. I only hope that she will want to have a nice evening out again.

The End

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Author’s Note: Not exactly what you were expecting was it? I hope you enjoyed it just the same. Maybe I’ll write a follow up at some point. Maybe not. Thanks for reading!

Description
The pregnant escort

By: Zewhatcher

Authors Note: This is strictly a work of fiction. Though it would be cool if it could happen. Rated PG since there are no real naughty bits in it. (If you feel it is too risqué, let me know and I’ll change the rating) However, I doubt you should read this if you are under the age of 18 or 21 depending on your states laws. And yes, before I get spammed by people complaining for the lack of names. I stayed away from them to try something new this time. Names can sometimes be very annoying when reading a story. So here it is, I hope you enjoy. Just put on your imagination cap and away we go!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I hurried to the door, trying to straighten my tie and failing horribly, as I did so. I managed to nearly choke myself as I struggled to turn the knob on my apartment door. All thoughts of my discomfort vanished when I saw… her.

Five foot four inches, long brown hair, the most gorgeous emerald eyes I had ever seen, a cute nose, full, rosy lips. She wore what I had requested. A tight fitting red cocktail dress, it hung tightly to her curves and whoa did she have curves!

Two achingly full breasts held tightly confined beneath the nearly transparent dress top, the swell of her eight-month pregnant belly just below that, straining the seams of the fabric. She giggled and smiled at me, what a smile! She gently leaned against me and removed my tie. “I take it you are a little nervous?” She inquired while I was still recovering from the shock of her touch.

I managed to squeak out a reply before she took my hand. “Well then, shall we go? You did say dinner reservations were for six sharp.” All I could do was nod as I pulled the door closed behind me.

Dinner was great; actually it was better than great. Not only was she good looking, but she also had a personality to match. She had a wit and charm about her that most girls lack. She was very genteel about how she spoke of all things, politics, sports, fashion, and religion… We spent so much time talking and moving from one subject to the next that I soon lost track of the time and when I looked up again, the sun had set. However she never seemed to mind. Occasionally she would put a hand to her belly and rub it. The material of her dress pulling tighter in that one spot for a moment before the pressure would be released and the material would fall back into place.

I picked up the check and we headed out for a nice, slow walk. The night air was fresh with the smell of cut grass. While not always the most pleasing smell in the world, it was not one I would have traded for the world. We walked and continued to talk. I asked about her pregnancy and she was very frank and open with me. In turn I was open with her about my fascination with large, tight bellies. She seemed to try and understand, especially the part about me finding them sexy. “I have found myself getting sexier by the day. With each added inch to my middle, I seem to become more of a goddess and less a woman.” She told me, much to my embarrassment as my face turned three shades of red. All she did was giggle and lean her head on my shoulder. I was in heaven.

After sitting down on a bench for her to rest her feet, which of course I instantly offered to rub, she whispered in my ear.

“I thought you said something about a Jacuzzi?”

To which my scattered mind responded, “Only if you want to.” I can be so dumb sometimes.

We went back to my room, where of course I did have a nice hot tub. It was designed for four people, but tonight, there would only be two of us. I grabbed my swimming trunks out of my room and then left it for her. I am a gentleman after all. After quickly changing, I hurried out to the main room to await her, not that I had long to wait.

She stepped from my bedroom wearing a simple, black, one-piece bathing suit, exactly as I had asked. “Do you like it?” She asked, making a small twirl so I could see how the suit hugged her every curve. I quickly nodded my assent and led her out to the hot tub.

I got in first so I could help her down from the small steps, wary of her falling and getting hurt. Staring at her as the water slowly moved up her body, making the material of her suit slick and shiny. Once we were settled on the seats of the tub: her on my lap and me shaking from her letting me get this close. She must have sensed my anxiety as she reached out and took my hand and gently placed it against her belly. “You can rub if you like.” She told me, gently guiding my hand to explore her bump.

This went on for some time as I slowly relaxed again, until she totally surprised me by asking. “Would you like to rub my bare tummy?” The sparkle in my eye must have given away my answer. Grinning slyly she sat up off my lap and reaching across her body, she moved something on the side of her suit before pulling the entire middle section of the suit away, revealing her pale flesh. Her one-piece suit now turning into a two-piece. She tossed the middle piece to the floor before moving back to my lap.

“Feel free to explore.” She told me, placing my hands on her large belly once more. I did not need a second request. Slowly my hands roamed her belly, gently of course. I did not want to hurt her. I could feel her baby kick every so often and when that would happen, I would jump. She on the other hand seemed to enjoy the lavish attention I was paying her, closing her eyes softly and leaning back against me. I continued to rub her belly, making soft circular motions with my fingertips, tracing lines out from her belly button and then back again. We both rested in this manner for a while, my hands gently rubbing her belly, her body relaxed against mine. When I finally opened an eye to check the clock I saw that it was nearly two in the morning, and only then did I realize that she had fallen asleep on me. With the way we were both situated in the tub, there was no way for her head to go under the water unless she fell off my lap.

I tried to gently wake her, but she was really out. So slowly, I stood up from the tub and carried her out of it. She was a lot lighter than I had expected her to be. I carried her to my bed where I placed her on top of some towels and then gently wrapped her in a blanket. Closing the door, I moved to the bathroom to change into my sleeping shorts.

Even now as I sit here writing this she is asleep in my room. I don’t know what she will say in the morning, nor do I know what is going to happen from here. I just know that this was one of the best nights of my life. I only hope that she will want to have a nice evening out again.

The End

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Author’s Note: Not exactly what you were expecting was it? I hope you enjoyed it just the same. Maybe I’ll write a follow up at some point. Maybe not. Thanks for reading!