Surreal469
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It's all I could think about. I had to leave work early (well early-ish since I was an hour into overtime anyway) but I was sitting at my desk only thinking about sex with a pregnant woman. It may have something to do with the Pregnant Bikini Pageant I went to last week (tons of pics).
I met a very cute, relatively single (occasionally still fucks the father of her baby) girl. We'll call her “J”. I spotted J sitting alone in the bar eating a plate of fries before the contest. I've been 2 years before and both years the contestants all had husbands/boyfriends they came with. I loaded up on confidence (oversized margarita) and approached her. We talked for a while. I made her laugh a few times and invited her over to my table. She looked over saw I was with a girl (not my girlfriend. We'll call her “T”) and came over. She had the sweetest smile and a pretty sexy walk. Even at what I'd later find out was 8 months along, she doesn't have a waddle. T greeted J with a warm smile.
T knew what the deal was for the day. She's one of only 4 people I know in real life that know about my thing for pregnant women. T decided she wanted to join me at the pageant this year as my wing woman after hearing about last year. It seemed to work, too. J and T hit it off pretty well before J was pulled away for contest stuff. The idea came up that since J was there alone, we would take pictures for her. This was perfect. Worst case scenario, I could text her the shots of her I got and try to hit something off. When J returned seats had been switched thanks to a kind of funky support beam that blocked my original view of the stage and now T was seated in between J and I. There wasn't a non-obvious way of switching so I decided to play the long game and let T make friends with J and try to set something up for later.
Unfortunately, when J was called away the next time, we found out she was eliminated. The bar was pretty pissed because there were some less attractive women who advanced. In any event, J didn't feel like sitting around in the heat after that. We said our goodbyes but exchanged numbers, and I got a couple of last minute glimpses of her stunning frame, sweet teardrop breasts and perfect ass. I texted her the pics/video of her over the course of the weekend and we talked for a while. I decided to play it (relatively) cool and not text her again for a couple of days...no response. Seems to be the theme of my phone lately.
Fast forward to today and the curves and sweet taste of a pregnant woman is all I could think about. The glow that encompasses her stronger, thicker hair; the added thickness to her legs, ass, breasts and belly. Her taste....
If only I had an easier fetish to indulge in like feet or something.
#LeSigh
#AdventuresInPregnantDating
I met a very cute, relatively single (occasionally still fucks the father of her baby) girl. We'll call her “J”. I spotted J sitting alone in the bar eating a plate of fries before the contest. I've been 2 years before and both years the contestants all had husbands/boyfriends they came with. I loaded up on confidence (oversized margarita) and approached her. We talked for a while. I made her laugh a few times and invited her over to my table. She looked over saw I was with a girl (not my girlfriend. We'll call her “T”) and came over. She had the sweetest smile and a pretty sexy walk. Even at what I'd later find out was 8 months along, she doesn't have a waddle. T greeted J with a warm smile.
T knew what the deal was for the day. She's one of only 4 people I know in real life that know about my thing for pregnant women. T decided she wanted to join me at the pageant this year as my wing woman after hearing about last year. It seemed to work, too. J and T hit it off pretty well before J was pulled away for contest stuff. The idea came up that since J was there alone, we would take pictures for her. This was perfect. Worst case scenario, I could text her the shots of her I got and try to hit something off. When J returned seats had been switched thanks to a kind of funky support beam that blocked my original view of the stage and now T was seated in between J and I. There wasn't a non-obvious way of switching so I decided to play the long game and let T make friends with J and try to set something up for later.
Unfortunately, when J was called away the next time, we found out she was eliminated. The bar was pretty pissed because there were some less attractive women who advanced. In any event, J didn't feel like sitting around in the heat after that. We said our goodbyes but exchanged numbers, and I got a couple of last minute glimpses of her stunning frame, sweet teardrop breasts and perfect ass. I texted her the pics/video of her over the course of the weekend and we talked for a while. I decided to play it (relatively) cool and not text her again for a couple of days...no response. Seems to be the theme of my phone lately.
Fast forward to today and the curves and sweet taste of a pregnant woman is all I could think about. The glow that encompasses her stronger, thicker hair; the added thickness to her legs, ass, breasts and belly. Her taste....
If only I had an easier fetish to indulge in like feet or something.
#LeSigh
#AdventuresInPregnantDating
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