I was five months pregnant, but not showing much. Not enough to start with maternity clothes anyway. The problem was my husband. He was treating me like a porcelain doll he was afraid he’d break. I assured him that the doctor had said that sex would be okay as long as we were careful toward the end, but he was still reluctant. Maybe pending fatherhood had something to do with it. Who knows what men are thinking? I had an afternoon off because a construction crew had cut a gas line near the office where I work, so I decided to go out to the mall and do some shopping. I thought that some sexy lingerie might arouse Jon’s libido enough to make him forget his fears about damaging me.
I parked in the new garage next to Lord & Taylor and glanced over at the new construction. The mall was already huge and was adding another 153 stores. I wondered what the traffic would be like when they were all open for business. It was bad enough now, especially during the holiday season. Thankfully, that was still months away. On a hot July afternoon most people were at work, or had better things to do, and the mall was almost empty.
Since I’d come straight from work I was dressed in one of my conservative suits. (My company requires it’s employees to follow a strict dress code.) This one was light gray and not as conservative as some of my suits… the skirt was rather short and showed a good deal of thigh when I was seated. Outwardly, the rest of my outfit was equally conservative… white silk blouse, white stockings, black pumps with a medium heel. Underneath it was different… I was wearing a sexy little lace bra, matching thong panties, and a garter belt. I hate pantyhose and rarely wear anything but thigh highs or stockings & a garter-belt.
I was still thinking about Jon’s attitude as I strolled through the mall. One of the things that had attracted him to me in the first place was the fact that, at 21, I had still been a tomboy… tall, athletic and able to hold my own with his friends whether it was touch football, running, or drinking. And I hadn’t changed much in three years. Well, I did get pregnant. But I’m still 5’10”, rangy and athletic even though my weight is up near 140 pounds. My once-flat belly is curving out a little, but the rest is pretty much the same… long slim legs, nice tight butt, and small firm breasts. And that was another sore point… I thought I’d get to see what it was like to be big on top, but it hadn’t happened so far. I was still a 35b, the only change was having my nipples darken from their former light pink to a deeper, almost plum color.
I cruised in and out of Filene’s and a couple of other places without seeing anything that caught my eye. I did stop in one maternity shop but the clothes they had on display made me want to cry and then call for the fashion police. I was walking past the fountain in the center court when somebody bumped into me. I heard a low voice say, “Sorry, excuse me.” I glanced around and saw a young woman smile apologetically before hurrying on. She was young, possibly a high school girl but more likely a college student working at the mall for the summer. At least that’s what I assumed because she was dressed nicely and I thought I glimpsed a name tag before she turned away.
I continued my leisurely stroll and eventually wander into a small shop specializing in lingerie. They survive in the mall by offering a line of custom-made bras & girdles that are popular with older women but they also offer a line of very sexy imports from France. I’d only been in once or twice before because they are very pricy and the help tends to be very aggressive, something I never liked. As I entered one of the clerks approached and asked if she could help me. She was one of the ones I didn’t care for… aggressive with a superior attitude. Just as I was about to say, “No, thank you” and leave I caught a glimpse of the girl who’d bumped into me by the fountain. I smiled at the woman and said, “No, I believe that the young lady over there is the one I was speaking with a short while ago.” The woman gave me a dirty look, but what could she say? And it was true, the girl and I had spoken a few minutes previously. So what if our conversation had consisted of “sorry” and “that’s okay”.
I walked over to the girl who’d bumped me and saw from her name tag that her name was Samantha. “Hi, Samantha, remember me?” She’d obviously overheard my comments to the other woman because she smiled and said, “Yes, of course. Good to see you again. What can I do for you today?”
“Well,” I paused for a moment wondering how to tell her what I was looking for. Finally I just plunged right in and told her what was bothering me. “I’m pregnant and my husband seems to think I’m breakable. I want something that will make him forget his worries.”
She glanced down at my belly and I laughed. “It’s not showing much, it’s more the idea of my being pregnant that’s got him into this state.”
She smiled and showed me some of the newest things from France. Sexy little thong panties in silk, very sexy bras… some with half-cups that leave your nipples bare, some very sheer silk teddies and some lace body suits. She collected a selection in my size and showed me into a spacious dressing room. A real room with a door, not a cubicle like you find in most store. She hung everything up on hooks and asked if I wanted her to stay and help with anything.
I glanced at her. She was a small, slim girl with a compact build. Dark hair, lively brown eyes and a smooth olive/tan complexion. I hesitated for a moment and then asked her to stay. I don’t know why and I’ve thought a lot about it but I can’t come up with an answer. It was just an impulse.
I took my jacket off and Sandy took it and hung it on a padded coat hanger. Then I unbuttoned my skirt and slipped it off. I saw a quick look of surprise flash across her face as she saw what I was wearing underneath. Then she smiled and said, “If your husband could see you now…” I blushed and thanked her as I started to unbutton my blouse. I was starting to feel the first stirrings of excitement. I knew it was because I was undressing in front of a stranger and I was surprised that it excited me even though it was another woman. My blouse was hung neatly with my suit and it was time to decide what to try on first. I chose one of the teddies, a very sheer black on with lace trim and slipped it on.
It looked pretty sexy on me, even if I do say so myself. Sandy nodded when I asked her opinion. “And it will look even sexier when you aren’t wearing anything underneath.”
I glanced in the mirror again and realized that she was right. Then I wanted to see the full effect before I made a decision. I removed the teddy and handed it to Sandy. When I reached back to unhook my bra I saw her eyes widen a little and I realized I might be embarrassing her. I asked if she’d prefer to leave and she shook her head. “No ma’am, unless you want me to leave?”
“My name is Susan and no, I don’t want you to leave.” I slipped my bra off and handed it to her. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and eased them down over my hips and let them fall. I hooked them with one foot and tossed them onto a nearby chair. Then I was standing there in shoes, stockings, and garter-belt.
Sandy was hanging my bra and panties with the rest of my things. When she turned to hand me the teddy she smiled and said, “You’re very beautiful. I don’t see how your husband can resist you.”
I smiled. “Thanks for the compliment but you know what they say about familiarity… We’ve been married for three years.”
I slipped the teddy back on and it was obvious that she was right. It looked much sexier with my breasts and pubic mound visible through the sheer black silk. I tried on a couple of more and discovered that it was very arousing to have Sandy there when I was virtually nude. I couldn’t try on any of the panties because of state laws, but I tried on the bras. I wondered what the reaction would be at work if I wore one of the half-cup bras under a sheer silk blouse. Probably get fired or raped. Maybe both. I was having problems with one bra that I particularly liked and Sandy stepped in to help me adjust it. She brushed one of my nipples with the back of her hand as she was adjusting a strap and I felt a jolt of sheer excitement course through me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them Sandy was standing there, still close, staring up at me with a questioning look. “Are you all right?” Her voice was full of concern.
I nodded. “Just felt lightheaded for a moment.”
She cocked her head and said, “Are you sure? You looked pretty pale there for a minute.” Then, without waiting for my answer she reached out and tweaked my nipple.
“Oh god! Please don’t…” My voice trailed off as she took both nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed them gently, pulling down and away. I moaned as she continued to pinch and pull. My nipples have always been extremely sensitive and being pregnant had heightened that sensitivity tremendously. The first accidental brush of her hand had really lit me up. Now I was lost. “Aren’t you worried that someone might come in?” There was a quavering quality in my voice that made her smile.
“No, not really. My mother owns the store. Besides, I slipped the bolt closed when you weren’t looking.”
I glanced over at the door. The bolt was closed. She released my nipples and stepped back. Bending gracefully, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it off over her head in one smooth movement. A quick glance showed that she apparently wasn’t a customer of her mother’s store. She was wearing a plain cotton bra and matching panties. Hanes. And black thigh highs. Her compact body was well-toned and her muscles moved smoothly under her tan skin as she reached back to unhook her bra. She glanced at me as she did and said, “I want you nude. Hurry. But put your shoes back on.” She tossed her bra aside and I saw her breasts. Small round breasts, very firm with hard little brown nipples. She had no tan lines.
I took off the bra I’d been trying and set it aside. Then I sat down and kicked my shoes off. She nodded and smiled as I unfastened my stockings. A little voice in my head was screaming, “What are you doing???” But my nipples were still tingling and I was very wet. Past caring. Then I was completely nude. I slipped my shoes back on and watched her remove her thigh highs. My eyes drifted up her sleek slim legs. No pussy hair. She was smooth and bare. Recently waxed apparently. I slipped my shoes on.
“Stand up and walk around.” I obeyed without thinking. She watched. “God! You’re so beautiful!” I blushed and thanked her. I couldn’t help looking at myself in the mirror. I did look good. My long blonde hair was still in my trademark French braid. My breasts bounced gently as I walked. I turned so I could see my butt. Still tight and smooth. Thighs ditto. I said a silent prayer of thanks to the god of exercise. Between my legs… a thick patch of carefully trimmed butterscotch colored pubic hair. How would I look waxed? What would Jon think? Something to ponder.
“Sit.” Her soft voice interrupted my thoughts. She was pointing at one of the chairs. “On the edge so that you are totally accessible.”
I moved across the room and sat on the chair, adjusting my position until she was satisfied. My feet were spread wide, as were my knees, and I was totally open. My hands rested palm-down on my thighs. Sandy walked over and sank to her knees in front of me. She brushed my hands away and told me to clasp them behind my neck. As I did so, she put her hands on my knees and then ran then up the tops of my thighs. At the same time, she leaned in and put her tongue in my navel. It was so sexy! Her hands moved up my sides and around to cup my breasts. I whimpered when she took my now-sore nipples between thumb and forefinger again.
She cocked her head. “No? You don’t want it?”
I closed my eyes. “Please…”
“Please? Please what? Yes? Or no?” She squeezed gently.
“Yesssss. Please! Yesss. Oh god yes!!!” I bit my lip as she clamped down and twisted as she pulled. Shit, it hurt! But such a delicious pain. One that sent jolts of electricity right to my wet pussy. She pinched harder. “Yessss. Hurt me. Please hurt me!” Wait a minute? Was this my voice? Yes. Undoubtedly. Begging her to hurt me. Just when I was on the edge of tolerance she eased off and released them. Then she bent her head and I felt her kiss me on the inside of my left thigh. Her tongue traced a trail over my thigh to my pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed as she explored me with her strong tongue. I love being eaten and it was so different… softer and gentler in some ways and stronger, more insistent in others. Soft cheeks and pursed lips, a knowing tongue. No beard burn. No ‘lets get this done so I can fuck you’ attitude. Just a slow leisurely exploration by a strong, eager tongue.
After a couple of minutes she paused and said, “Put your legs over my shoulders and rest your heels on my back. It will open you up more.” I did as she asked and she was right. I gasped as she drove her tongue deep into my cunt. Then she ran the tip of her finger over my anus. I stiffened up and whispered, “Nooooo, please don’t” She ignored me. I tried again, “Please don’t touch me there.” Again she ignored me. I felt her finger pressing against my anus and I wiggled to try and discourage her. She nipped my clit with sharp little teeth. “Relax and enjoy it or I’ll bite you.” I sighed and then she pushed her finger into my ass! Christ! It triggered the most fantastic orgasm of my life. As I started to cum, she reached up with her free hand and grabbed a nipple, twisting hard. I moaned and whispered, “Oh, fuck! What are you doing to me?”
By then we’d been alone in the dressing room for about an hour but nobody had bothered us. When I calmed down she was kneeing there with a satisfied little smile on her face. “What are you smiling about?”
She shrugged. “Nothing, except you’re the first pregnant woman I’ve ever had?”
“Oh and have you ‘had’ many women?” My voice was low to match hers.
“A few. I enjoy seducing young married women.” She reached out and picked up my feet and placed one on each of her thighs. Then she began to massage my calves. After a couple of minutes she picked up my left foot and began to rub it. It felt good! Real good! She smiled as my sigh of contentment. “I can’t imagine your husband not wanting to fuck you every night. If you were mine I’d use you hard every night. Very hard.”
I felt a quiver of excitement pass through me at her matter-of-fact tone. I tried to imagine how she’d ‘use me hard’. I wanted to cum again, but it was getting late. Reluctantly I withdrew my foot from her hand and stood up. She kissed me, rubbing her hard little tits against mine, lifting her knee between my thighs to rub my mound. I moaned and leaned back against the wall. She pinched my nipples and then her hand drifted down across my belly. I closed my eyes and whispered, “Yes, oh yes!” Her hand drifted between my legs and she masturbated me to another delicious orgasm.
Well, to shorten the story, I wound up buying most of what I tried on. One teddy I bought in multiple colors. It cost me over $350 and I wondered if Jon would think it was worth it. Sandy handed me a slip of paper before I left. “My ‘cell phone number,” she said. “Call me sometime. I’m here until Labor Day and then I head back to Yale for my sophomore year.” I had no intention of calling her and stopped at the first trash barrel to discard the slip of paper. But then something stopped me. I tucked it into my wallet and continued on to my car.
That night, when Jon came home from work, I greeted him at the door wearing one of the sheer black teddies and nothing else. I handed him a Martini and invited him to follow me into the dining room. When I got there I took the teddy off and bent over the dining room table, resting my weight on my forearms. Then I glanced back at him and tilted my head toward a tube of KY jelly that I’d placed on the sideboard earlier. “Use that liberally. I want you to fuck me in the ass. Now.” His eyes widened in surprise but he wasted no time in removing his clothes. He was hard and I watched him lubricate his cock. His cock’s not that big, 7″, but it is kind of thick and he certainly knows how to use it. In no time the head of his cock was pressing against my anus. “Pinch my nipples,” I commanded and he did. Enthusiastically. I whimpered and begged, “Harder, pinch me harder. And fuck me. Deep. Put it in deep. Make me beg.”
He did. I did. It was fantastic. And it has continued to be fantastic. I still have Sandy’s number. Maybe in the fall. I’ll be seven months in mid-September.