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Page 15
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You head back to the west-wing offices, pass through the glass doors and make your way towards the bathrooms to wash up, slightly fearful that splashing some water on your face will wake you from a wonderful dream. As you are about to head in to the men's washroom, a tall, black-haired woman begins to exit the women's restroom.
"A little help," she says with an accent as she struggles with the door. You hurry over and push the door inward and hold it open for her as she maneuvers out. This stunning foreigner is pregnant, ready to burst. You help her through the threshold. She is wearing a plain white T-shirt stretched tightly across her big belly.
"Thank you so much," she says with an accent you go wild for. "It is getting to be more and more of a struggle to keep walking from my desk to the bathroom so often throughout the day. Do you mind walking me to a room on the other side of the building? I think I could use a nap on one of those couches."
"It would be my pleasure to walk you over there." You link your arm through hers so she can put some weight on you as you help her through the corridor. "That is a lovely accent you have. Where are you from?"
You talk about her background, and learn that her name is Jackie, as you slowly make your way down the hall through the glass doors and past several occupied rooms before finding an unoccupied space as indicated on the monitors.
You hold the door open for her as she enters the empty room. You turn the light on as you enter behind her and help her over to the couch. She sits down at the center with a big sigh. You sit down next to her and ask, "Is there anything I can do for you? Foot massage from being on them all day, perhaps?"
Jackie gives it a long thought. "That would be great, but first, could you grab some cocoa butter from the bathroom for me? I think I could use some on this big ole thing."
You head to the bathroom and check in the medicine cabinet. There is a bottle of cocoa butter in there and you bring it back out to the room. As you return you see Jackie is topless. She has removed and folded her white T-shirt and placed it on the coffee table. On top of the shirt is her bra. You look at her. She looks tired, yet still glowing. Her belly is extremely swollen, her belly button is extended, protruding out, indicating that the bird is done cooking. Her tits are small yet swollen, thrusting forward with nipples matching the aching extension of her belly button.
You return to your spot next to her. You look at her belly up close then carefully examine her whole body before you return your gaze to her eyes. "You are gorgeous."
"Please."
"No, I don't mean it as a platitude, a nicety you are supposed to say to a pregnant woman. I mean it. You are truly gorgeous. Looking at you, I understand what an honor it would be to have gotten you to this state. Do you mind?" you ask her while gesturing with your hand.
"Please, go ahead." she responds. You extend your hand further and run your hand softly over her large globe of a stomach, running from the side of her hip at the opposite end of you, slowly, up across the equator to the top of her belly, across her belly button and gently back down to her other hip, before slowly running circles softly around in smaller and smaller circles until you reach the peak of her belly again.
"You have a nice touch" she says with a soft moan. "Would you mind adding some of the lotion and repeating that? Got to avoid those scarring stretch marks."
"Sure." You open up the cocoa butter and add a generous amount to your hand and repeat the motions. "No outcome from this should be described as a scar. They need to be called baby marks or beauty marks. A nice reminder of this joyous time. A memory book on your body. So incredibly sexy."
You feel the cream between your fingers as you are rubbing the lotion over her belly, massaging it into her skin.
"This feels good," she croons.
"All over?" you ask. She nods and you start applying more lotion to an extended area. You run your hands gently over her breasts and she lets out a moan. You give her heavy tits a squeeze as you rub the cocoa butter into her.
"Oh that's nice. Soon I am going to have a baby nursing at those."
"I am jealous," you say as you start squeezing her breasts tighter as you move towards the tips of her tits and rub a thumb over each nipple. The nipples are hard and thick at the center of thick, dark areolas.
"I've already started to lactate. It's a bit embarrassing actually."
