Pregnant Presentation

Pregnant Presentation

Craig and I went on the business trip together, our complementary skills making us ideal to give the firm's big presentation as a duo. I won't bore you with the business details: I feel like I'd even bore myself typing them out. The point was I was going on a two-and-a-half hour drive with my work friend Craig and we'd be staying in adjacent rooms in a hotel. I had a bit of a crush on Craig, to be totally forthcoming, though I was hardly in a position to do anything about it. We were both single, sure, but the working together aspect would obviously complicate matters, and...

I was 8 months pregnant. Nothing would happen on our trip together, I knew; I was just excited to spend a bunch of alone time with someone whose company I appreciated so much in our short periods of time alone together at the office. It would be harmless fun, I figured, and likely a much-needed dose of levity in the life of a single soon-to-be-mother.

The ride to the hotel was great, devoid of any talk of work, pregnancy, or any other potentially stressful topic. Just a couple friends shooting the shit, laughing and getting to know each other better. Precisely what I'd been hoping for, really. We covered the necessary prep for the presentation during dinner, getting it out of the way in about ten minutes so we could get back to more fun conversation. I was pregnancy-exhausted following the meal, excusing myself for the evening around 7 o'clock.

Alone in my room, though, my thoughts incessantly returned to Craig. They weren't romantic in nature, as that still seemed too far-fetched to pursue, but just about how great a time we'd been having together. Already relaxing in my modest, loose maternity pajamas (button-up top, elastic-banded pants, both good and stretchy), I cooked up a presentation-related excuse and knocked on his door.

He opened the door with a beer in his hand, wearing a short-sleeved white undershirt and blue basketball shorts. His body language and posture were looser, more casual than they'd been earlier: he'd had a beer at dinner and I doubted this was the first he was drinking in his room. "Rachel!' he exclaimed, opening the door wide and using his non-beer hand to gesture generously into the room. "Enter, please!" I chuckled and walked in, Craig closing the door behind me. "How may I help you this evening?"

I sat in the cushy chair next to his bed, crossing my legs and clasping my hands together in front of my belly. "I just wanted to make extra sure that we were all set for the presentation. I was just getting a bit nervous about it and wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You seem...fine, I guess?" He laughed and shrugged as he took a seat on the bed. "Yeah, 'fine' pretty well covers it. 'Tipsy' wouldn't offend me, either. But, no, not so nervous. Just a PowerPoint, should be all right, don't you think?" His eyes were squarely locked onto my midsection, and it was not the first time I'd noticed them focused there. I was huge and quite the spectacle, granted, but maybe he had just a bit of extra interest in the pregnant form?

Lost in thought for what may have been an awkward amount of time, I suddenly remembered he'd left off with a question. "Yeah, yeah, you're probably right. I'm sorry to bother you, I just get self-conscious about this shit sometimes. Especially sporting this belly, knowing everyone'll be looking at me in this state..." He shook his head emphatically, eyes still on my bump: I think he was a bit too buzzed to be all that aware of what his eyes were doing, or of the fact that it was obvious to me that he was staring. "Oh, come on now. You must know you look fantastic. People stare because it's awesome to witness, not to shame you or anything. Be proud of your body!"

I smiled and felt my cheeks warm slightly. "You really think I look 'fantastic'...like this?" He nodded slowly and emphatically, eyes meeting mine for the first time in several minutes. "Of course you do. It...pregnancy is very becoming on you, Rachel. I've thought so for..." He stopped, blushing and averting his gaze from me altogether. "I'm...I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have said anything. I've had too much to drink. We've always had fun at work, today's been really fun...I don't know...It'd be stupid of me to fuck it up...Jesus, I'm an idiot, I've gotta stop talking."

I recrossed my legs and leaned back in my chair, seizing an opportunity for control of the situation and feeling a bit hormone-drunk myself. "Finish your thought, Craig," I said softly. He dropped back onto the bed. stare fixed on the blank ceiling before he'd answer me. The erection beneath his shorts became obvious...

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed anything. I've noticed you noticing, Craig. Lingering stares at work, usually multiple times a day? Conspicuously avoiding the little crowds that tend to form around me when I let people feel the baby kicking? We were together at work all the time before I started showing; you were my best work friend, bar none. One of my best friends overall, honestly. But you've been avoiding me...except with your eyes. And, I didn't want to mention it so directly, but...look down at your shorts, Craig..."

He looked down, noted his erection, blushed and covered his face in both hands. "Jesus," he muttered. "I...fuck, I don't know, Rachel. I've been staring, you're right. I'm so sorry, you must think I'm disgusting, I never meant to risk our friendship at all." He thought I was chiding him, apparently; I'd have to straighten out his misconception.

"Craig, it's okay. More than okay, really. I know some people are into pregnancy, and I've been understanding why more and more as I keep swelling and swelling. It's hot; I'm into it, too, Craig. I think I'm sexy, and I don't mind in the slightest if you do, too." His face was beet red, eyes staring somewhere above my head as he processed this new information. It didn't seem like he was going to make the next move, so I pushed forward. From the bottom of my pajama top, I started unbuttoning to reveal my bare belly. To fully bare it I had to unbutton it to just below my breasts, as the belly took up the entirety of my midsection at this point in my pregnancy. Bump exposed, I walked over and sat next to him on the bed.

"You can feel it, Craig. I don't mind at all." He somehow reddened even further, alternating looks between my eyes and my belly. Impatient, I took his hand and placed it firmly against the side of the bump. His eyes widened cartoonishly as he hesitantly rubbed my belly with a tight circular motion. "Wow" escaped his mouth seemingly without his permission. "You've been wanting to get a feel, right? You don't need to be embarrassed about it." Meeting my eyes, he nodded slowly, hand still gently caressing the bump. "Yeah, I have wanted to touch your belly. I just think pregnancy is really fascinating and..." There was a long silence.

"And sexy? And you kind of like me?" I finally blurted. He nodded slowly, eyes on the floor. "Listen," I told him, "I know I'm a mess of complications, what with working together and my being 8 months pregnant. But I've felt the tension between us more times than I can count, and it's obvious that you've become even more interested since I started showing. So...you can just get a nice rub in and I'll go back to my room, or..." I let my suggestion of something more open to his interpretation. He had a hand on either side of my belly now, pushing in on the firmness and staring at the bump, clearly in awe.

His hands gently caressing me just felt right, encouraging me to go further with things. I let him rub for a solid four or five minutes, then leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It surprised him since his eyes were so firmly plastered on my midsection; he jumped slightly at my approach and we both laughed. An awkward silence followed the laughter, our eyes met, and I leaned in again. This time, he reciprocated my kiss, and we were making out as his hands continued to massage my belly. He was still visibly hard, unsurprisingly, and after a minute or so of kissing I reached over and put my hand on his thigh, slowly inching my way toward his crotch.

I gently grabbed his erection through his shorts. He smiled, stopped rubbing my belly and met my eyes. "All right, fuck it. Let's get undressed, Rachel." I was probably wet before this, but now I could actually feel the moisture in my crotch. Holy shit, we were doing this. I unbuttoned the rest of my pajama top as he quickly pulled off his shirt and shorts. Once I removed my pajama bottoms, it became clear that between us we were wearing zero undergarments. His eyes darted between my milk-swollen, dark-nippled breasts and my unkempt forest of pubic hair. My eyes were glued to his cock, which was well over average size in both girth and length.

I couldn't help myself. I reached out and got a grip on his dick, which was about as hard as I've ever experienced in a penis. Intimate touching now on the table, he reached over and got a hand on one of my tits and the other between the bottom of my belly and my pubic hair. I firmly stroked his cock exactly four times before he shot his load all over my hand. He reddened again. "Jesus Christ," he muttered. "I'm...shit. I'm sorry. That was not the first time someone's touched me there, though I'm sure you would've guessed otherwise." I laughed. "It's flattering, Craig. You clearly find me attractive, which is really nice. And we can get you off again in a few minutes; don't even worry about it." He smiled. "Thank you for being so cool. Nonetheless, I'm quite embarrassed."

With his cum still on my hand, I started rubbing my belly, producing a sticky, opalescent mess. "Cum is one of my favorite moisturizers," I purred. I don't think his eyes could've gone any wider. "Let me just clean this up real quick."

I stood up and went into his bathroom, returning with a clean belly and a tiny bottle of hand lotion. "Let's make the most of your refractory period! You can lotion my bump for me. Sound good?" He nodded, wide-eyed and silent. He rubbed the lotion over every square inch of my belly, enthusiastically yet tenderly. I loved having my baby bump rubbed: it was both relaxing and arousing. After about five minutes of massaging, my skin had pretty thoroughly absorbed every bit of the lotion. "Is your milk in?" he asked. I nodded. "May I play with your breasts?" he asked. I nodded again.

"Tell me if I'm too rough?" he requested as he grabbed my severely swollen left breast with both hands. He caressed, then squeezed from the perimeter of my areola down to the tip of my nipple. Milk sprayed out several feet across the room and he laughed. "That's fucking amazing! It doesn't hurt?" I shook my head. "No, no it doesn't hurt. My nipples are a bit sensitive if I play with them too much, but as long as we're relatively gentle with them we can have some harmless fun. Let me check something..."

I angled my right breast toward his crotch and squeezed until milk had sprayed all over his flaccid penis. I leaned over and got my mouth around his dick, sucking my milk off him. Pretty forward of me, but he didn't seem to mind one bit. He hardened pretty much instantly in my mouth, refractory period apparently over. "Lay down, I'll take care of you first," he instructed. I laid down, belly shooting straight up into the air. He spread my legs and got his head right into my crotch, mouth straight to my clit. Gently teasing with his tongue and nibbling with his teeth, he got me off two times in as many minutes. Impressive cunnilingus technique on this guy, apparently.

"Let's 69!" I exclaimed, eager for him to continue going down on me but also wanting that cock in my mouth again. I pushed him on his back and rotated myself into position on top of him. My belly rested heavily on his chest; he had to really stretch his neck to reach my pussy, given the pregnant belly's keeping us apart by a solid foot. He got me off three more times while I very slowly sucked his dick, not wanting to get him off before I got that dick inside a more intimate part of me.

I felt him getting dangerously close to orgasm in my mouth and disengaged. I repositioned myself in a reverse cowgirl position, his hard cock slipping easily into my wet pussy. I was teasing him a bit, I think, by facing my beautiful belly away from him for a few minutes. I rode very, very slowly, still not willing to finish him off just yet. He moaned frequently and increasingly loudly, my pussy game clearly on point.

Feeling a slight twitch of his near-orgasm cock inside me, I did a 180 and sat on his cock facing him. His hands instantly gripped my bump: he had indeed missed the belly when I faced away from him. I bounced on his cock more quickly now, holding a tit in each hand to avoid painful bouncing. He lasted significantly longer than his four-pump initial orgasm. I rode for six or seven minutes before he asked if it was okay if he came in me. "Be my guest!" I said happily, always down for a consequence-free creampie (already preggo, after all!). I felt his cock spasming in me and got off simultaneously myself.

We both rolled on our backs, post-coitally blissed out and exhausted. "Shower?" I suggested. He nodded vigorously and proceeded to clean me about as thoroughly as I've ever been cleaned in my life. He left neither nook nor cranny untouched, and it all felt fantastic. I returned the favor, of course, giving special attention to his flaccid (but still fun to play with!) cock. Afterward, he spooned me on the bed under the blanket, hands cradling my bump and gently caressing me.

We fell asleep like that, his phone alarm waking us up at 6 in the morning. Our presentation was delivered three hours later; we'd never before been so perfectly in sync.