Author's Notes:
Warning, this story contains themes of non-con and pregnancy.
This is probably not the sequel to Maternity Hall Pass everyone was expecting, but it was a small something I had imagined. The
750 Word Project 2024
gave me the opportunity to put it out there in a small format. I do plan to make another full-size sequel with Liam, this story is not necessary to continue with that one, it stands alone in a way.
Would love to know what everyone thinks in the commends!
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Tessa's Window to the World - 750 Words
"Okay, Tessa, life is short, you're already doing this for one neighbor, what's another?"
Peeking out the window of her apartment, the pregnant Tessa recalled her words of self-motivation a month ago. Back then, an insatiable sexual drive had brought her to this window, nude, to show off in a tantalizing sexual dance of exhibition for her boy-toy next door. Today, scanning the balconies facing hers, she wondered who else had seen.
The boy-next-door, Liam, was on holiday seeing relatives. As for her soon-to-be ex-husband, Daniel, she told him to get lost upon his return from that fateful work trip. Now she was alone, and horny.
These were the proclivities that drove her to slide her curtains open once again. Standing there, pregnant and nude, bare belly the size of a modest watermelon, she tarried. Her breasts ached as she rubbed them, Liam had not been there to drain them in several days.
Despite her conscience, that attention-seeking is why she returned to the window. Who else was out there?
So, she did it again, bending, spreading, rubbing, her hands all over her body as she ensured she was as close to the glass as possible. This was the only relief she could obtain, the intensity and insecurity of whether she was being watched driving her lust overboard. Her forehead rested against the pane as she rubbed her swollen clit.
Tessa saw no one, just as before. Falling back on the bed, she reached around her pregnant bump to slip her fingers inside, while the others danced along her hood. Her legs spread wide for her elusive audience, her moans loud, as she cried out alone.
She didn't hear the apartment door open.