She was sitting alone in the hotel restaurant eating a late dinner. I was seated near her and took the opportunity to look her over as I walked up, short blond hair, cute face. As I neared my table, I could see that she was very pregnant. Her stomach pushed up against the table with her swelling breasts sitting on top of it. I smiled at her as I sat down next to her. She smiled back and went back to studying the menu.
The waiter came and took both our orders. He soon brought me a glass of wine.
She looked over, sighed slightly, patted her stomach and said, "Wish I could have one."
I raised my glass to her, "Soon?"
Looking down at her swollen stomach, "A little over seven months."
"Do you know what it is?"
"No, we wanted to be surprised."
"That's what we did. My name is Dave, by the way."
"Barbara," she smiled.
"Here on business?" I asked.
"Yes, finishing up a design project with a client. I'm an interior designer. This will probably be my last trip for a while. What are you here for."
"Client business also. I am here helping the local office with some financial consulting for the client."
We chatted for a while traveling, kids and work. Our food came and was eaten, she ordered dessert and I ordered scotch.
"Mind if I come over there and join you?" I asked.
"No, not at all," she smiled, waving to the chair in front of her.
She finished her dessert and I finished my drink. She looked at her watch and a sad look came over her face. It was about 9:00 pm.
"I guess I should head up, getting tired."
"Understand, I have really enjoyed talking with you. Maybe we will run into each other again this week."
"That would be nice, it is kinda lonely traveling sometimes."
"Yes it can be, but you get to meet some interesting people sometimes. And pretty ones too," I said smiling at her.
She smiled back, "It's hard to feel pretty looking like this," she said patting her stomach.
"Well for what it's worth, I think you look great."
She blushed a bit and said with a sadness in her voice, "Thank you, have not heard that in a while."
"You are welcome."
We got up and headed to the elevators. She was on a floor below me.
When we got to her floor, she hesitated getting off.
Looking at me she asked, "Can we talk some more?"
"Sure, want to come up or go to your room?"
"Come up."
The elevator doors closed and we went up to my floor. We walked to my room and stepped in.
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Of course," I said as I moved on into the room and she stepped into the bathroom closing the door.
I removed my suit coat and tie, putting them in the closet. The toilet flushed, the sink ran and she stepped out. My room had a single king bed, desk with a chair and a small sofa near the window. I was standing near the window and she came across the room and sat on the sofa.
Pointing to the seat next to her, I asked, "Can I join you there?"
"Yes, please."
She was looking away not making eye contact. Finally she looked up at me, "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, I may not be able to answer it, but ask."
Clearing her throat and hesitating, " Ah, Eh, did you have sex with your wife when she was pregnant?"
I smiled at her, "Yes the entire nine months. She was very horny."
"You did not think she was fat and ugly?"
"Not at all and you are not either. You look great."
She looked down and began to quietly cry. Her hands were on her knees and I placed one hand on hers and squeezed.
"I'm sorry," she said, looking up and moving one hand to her face to wipe away her tears.
"It's okay, cry as much as you need to."
She lowered her head into her hands and began to sob. I sat there, patting her arm telling her she was going to be alright.
After a couple of minutes she collected herself, wiping her eyes with her fingers. Her makeup was a mess and was running down her cheeks. I went and retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom for her to use.
Sitting down next to her I handed it to her. Wiping her face and eyes she looked at the mascara on the cloth and said, "I must really be a mess now."
"No, you are fine," I smiled.
"I'll be right back," she said, pushing herself off of the sofa.
I could hear the water running as she cleaned her face up. She stepped back into the room and sat next to me.
Barbara turned to face me, our knees touching, "Thank you. I did not mean to dump that on you, it's been building up for a while. My husband won't touch me, says me being pregnant scares him. It makes me feel so fat, ugly and unwanted."
"Well he is an idiot. I think you look wonderful and him not touching you is his loss. He should be grateful to have such a sexy and pretty wife."
"Thank you, it is nice to hear that. I wish he was as understanding as you are," she said placing her hand on my knee.
"You're welcome. Glad I could help."
"Is it alright if I hang out here a little bit?"
"Sure."
Leaning back on the sofa I put my arm behind her. She leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. We sat there quietly for a couple of minutes. I moved my arm down onto her shoulders and held her to me.
"HMMMMMMMMMMM, that feels nice," she said.
"It does feel nice."
"What is it like to have sex with someone who is pregnant?"
"I thought it was a lot of fun. Have to be careful about positions, and you need to find what is comfortable for her at the time."
"What worked best for you guys?"