She kissed my neck again, she slid her fingers around the back of my head and through my hair as she did. I felt myself begin to thicken in my pants again. Thoughts began to run wild as my libido took over again. But I needed to stay in control right now.
I gently turned her back to me and pressed her up against me again. Pulling her back into my embrace where should couldn’t kiss my neck. I reached around her, holding her beautiful pregnant belly. My hands slid over the material of her blouse and opened a couple of buttons near the bottom, releasing her belly to the cooling evening air.
She moaned at my touch and squirmed a bit as she tried to get comfortable, pressing harder into my back. My hands slid in circles around her belly, then tracing the edges of her skirt as well as the bottom of her bra. Touching every inch of exposed skin. The sky continued to turn colors, darker now as the light faded, no more shimmering waves, just a dark expanse.
Her skin was soft to the touch, her belly tight, hard, and perfectly round. As I touched her belly, I could feel her relax, the weight of her body pressing more firmly into mine as her muscles gave in.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned. “My belly and breasts are so sore.”
Her breasts are sore. Now all I wanted to do was satisfy her, I wanted to peel off her clothing and touch and lick her perfect breasts right here. But then we’re back to getting arrested for having sex on the beach. But the ache inside me grew, I wanted her again, needed to feel more of her skin against mine. I looked back and forth over the beach, assuring myself that we were alone on the sand.
I slid my hands over her belly again, this time slipping up over her blouse and removing another button. Caressing the underside of her breasts from over her bra. My hands never stopped moving and the next time I came up near them, I unbuttoned the next one. More of her bra was exposed. Again, with one big sweeping circle over her belly and back to her chest, I ended up at her last button. I released it, her blouse fell off her swollen bra covered breasts to the side of her rib cage. My hands slid over her skin to the tops of her mounds, her flesh soft to the touch, I traced some of the veins in them I’d spotted earlier on the plane. So swollen from her pregnancy, already producing and storing milk. This left her with much larger boobs than she was used to, so swollen and sensitive.
She moaned again at my soft touch.
Her bra was white, the edges over her chest and the straps covered in soft lace. Satin on the inside of the cups to be soft against her sensitive skin. Supportive too, and pretty, for the soon to be mother. It was then I noticed the clasp between her breasts. Without thinking I moved my hands to it and opened it. Her bra snapped away quickly, each cup falling where her blouse had gone. This sprung both her heavy boobs free of the confines of her bra. They swung for a brief second before stiffening again in their perky state, her nipples were hard and pointing towards the darkening sky.
“Mmmmmmmmmm.” She moaned as her pink nipples touched the cool air.
They were so beautiful. Much larger than I’d remembered, she was now either a very full C or D cup. Last time we were together, they were much smaller. A cups that would vibrate more than swing when she moved. But now bigger, and just as pretty. Her breasts still sat tight on her chest, large, heavy, they sloped gently and were topped with her medium sized pink nipples pointing skyward. I remember her nipples were smaller when we were together a couple months ago. Previously her areola had been the size of quarters, her nipples, like pencil erasers, now they were larger and stretching with her growing chest to contain the volume of milk within.
But her bra had been painfully inadequate at fitting their growing size. Red lines in her skin left marks where it was too tight. My fingers went to those lines and caressed them lightly. Tracing them on her soft skin, across and underneath her heavy chest. I cupped both her breasts, gently putting pressure on them without squeezing too hard. I gently slipped my palm over her nipples and they stiffened to my touch. They sat right on the tips of her perky breasts, begging to be sucked.
I pulled my eyes from her perfect breasts and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, breathing slowly and deeply. I wanted to kiss her, but we’d be having sex in no time, and I was trying to retain some level of control.
Michele’s lips parted again as she exhaled, as little whimper followed. All I wanted to do was nuzzle the engorged head of my stiffening mast against her slick lips between her legs. Feel her clit stiffen under the weight of my cock.
I slid my hands back down and around her belly, over her breasts. I made circles on her skin, gently caressing her entire chest and belly over and over. She moaned again through her parted lips. I traced my fingers lightly over her engorged and erect pink flesh. Her nipples seemed to tighten further, even her areola swelled, making her pink nipples look puffy, aching for more.
My cock began throbbing with more urgency in my pants. Surely she could feel it thumping against her back, getting longer and thicker as I caressed her skin. But with how relaxed she looked, I wasn’t sure if she wanted to do anything about it. I was still nervous about people in the hotel and restaurant. What if someone saw us? But maybe giving a pregnant woman a ‘massage’ would be more easily explainable. We definitely couldn’t take it further here.
A difficult decision given how she currently sat, leaning against me with her achingly hard nipples pointing skyward. My cock thumped against her back. The carnal need I felt for her again today would have to wait to be satisfied. I forced my own self control. I focused on just caressing her breasts and belly as I slid my hand slowly over her, trying to be sensual, but not sexual. It was more difficult than I could have imagined. I touched her until long after the sun had set and we sat in darkness.
We needed to get moving, so I kissed her forehead, slid my hands to her bra, her lips made a pouty expression as I struggled to reclasp her bra over her swollen flesh. Once done, I reached for her shirt and helped her button up again. She sleepily and begrudgingly acknowledged our necessary relocation. We stood, and walked slowly to the car hand in hand again.
“That was really nice Scott,” she said with a grin and squeezing my hand. “Thank you.”
I just smiled and opened her door, allowing her to slip down into the seat, shut her door and moved around quickly to get us moving. We still had a hotel to check in to, and I was starting to feel hungry for real food.
We drove quickly the few blocks to the JW Marriott, crossing the Chicago River again, passing City Hall, and finally turning into the valet at the main entrance to the JW, just a block from the Willis Tower which stood, dwarfing the surrounding buildings.
Checking in, we asked if it was possible to have adjoining rooms, and they were able to accommodate us. They also had rooms on the west side of the building facing the Willis Tower. We quickly rode the elevator up and entered our own rooms separately, but immediately dropping our bags and unlocking the adjoining door between them and creating a huge suite for just the two of us!