Linda rubbed her swollen belly as she sat at her desk, her skin warm, being cooled in the air conditioning of her office. She had popped her blouse, letting her now eight-month pregnant belly spill out, as she looked down at her huge form which continued to get larger every day. She still had a month to go but she looked close to dropping any day she was that enormous. The weight of her belly was heavy and her back hurt, so she spent most of her days now at her desk, high heels off, shirt popped, and always rubbing her swollen dome.
This was a little kick from the child within her as she stroked her skin, prompting her to stop working and reassure her little one. "Not too long to go now," She cooed. She enjoyed being pregnant for the most part, it had been relatively easy up until now, but as she approached the end it was becoming harder and more exhausting. Sleep was taken when she could get it, the child within her always seeming to be active at the worst opportunities. Luckily she had her husband Darren to help her when she was feeling stressed or tired. He was great and she wasn't sure how she had gotten so lucky. This was their first child and he had been ultra-supportive and caring. She owed him big time when this was all over.
There was a knock on the door.
Linda looked up, forgetting about her pregnant belly for a moment. "Hey Kaz! What can I help with?"
"Not much. Just checking if you were going tomorrow night?"
Linda and Karen both worked in the HR department at their work, both sharing offices next to each other in the building. Karen walked in, plumping herself down in a chair on the opposite side of Linda's desk. She was dressed smartly in a business suit, long black hair styled just down to her shoulder's. Both of the women were in their early thirties, but while Linda's body had plumped up under her pregnancy, Karen remained as thin and tight as a model. While Karen was ogled by every man in the office, Linda was a whale who waddled down the halls. Even Linda's hips had swelled wider in preparation for her upcoming bundle of joy to be delivered.
"I don't know yet," Linda replied, hand moving back to her belly. "I haven't talked to Darren. He's got the weekend off but I don't want to burden him." Linda leaned back in her chair, exposing her huge belly to Karen for emphasis.
"Come on, it's one weekend, surely he'll be ok with it? And it's Jacinta's hen's night - you know it's going to be wild."
Linda mulled it over. Jacinta was the young girl who worked with the company in accounting, a junior. She'd been with them for two years now and was close to getting her promotion to permanent. She was only in her early twenties but had apparently found the man of her dreams and agreed to marry him after only dating for a year. The man was rich, nearly forty, and already previously divorced. And Jacinta loved the drama. She was a fine worker but everyone could see the train wreck coming.
She had been planning this hen's for months. Strippers, alcohol, clubbing, hotel rooms - it was the full works and both her and Karen had been invited. Everyone had been talking about it and had been counting down the days. But with Linda's current condition...
Her back ached again and she shifted in her seat, reaching around to rub her sore muscles, but it was nearly impossible. God, she needed a massage.
Wait, that was it!
The thought came to her. She knew how she could make it to the hen's party.
She smiled as she silently congratulated herself. "Karen, I think I'm going to be able to make it."
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Elsewhere,
Megan poured more oil on her hands, rubbing them together, making sure all of her palms and fingers were coated. The oil smelled of lavender, scented with a delightful aroma and the small room was filled with the relaxing smell. Megan had a small bowl of the stuff on the little cabinet next to the massage table, and dipped her hands back in once more to make sure she was adequately ready.
Lying down on the massage table next to her was her client, a naked and very pregnant woman in her late twenties. She was about seven months along, golden skin smooth and moist from already been rubbed down by Megan. She was a thin woman with a long neck, a little hard body whose breasts had clearly filled out to sizeable C cups thanks to pregnancy. Megan doubted she was milking yet, though the firm dark nipples sitting proudly on top of her orbs proved she would be soon. Long dark hair was tied in a pony tail, as the woman lay there waiting for Megan.
Megan was a masseuse who specialized in pregnancy. She was well known across town as the number one in belly massage, relaxing all the aches and pains women went through during their nine months, and was also well known for her discreet professionalism. She had many returning customers over the years, plus she always picked up clients thanks to word of mouth between the women at Lamaze class, or aquarobics or mother's groups. She was not short of business.
She ran her oiled-up hands over the client's thighs, massaging them, dutifully digging her fingers into the flesh. The pregnant woman's name was Sally, one of the many yummy mummies who frequented the high society in this part of the city. Megan herself didn't trade herself as anything but a masseuse for everyone, her prices were very reasonable, but many in those circles swore on her services, so it had become the in thing to come see Megan regularly. As Megan continued to knead Sally's tender thighs, she thought the girl may have been a model at some point, or at least took very good control of her diet and exercise. Her belly was even more pronounced because of her thin frame.
As Megan moved higher up Sally's thighs, her hands slick, gliding over her smooth skin, she saw the familiar wobble of a little kick from inside Sally's belly. Her child was moving about within and Megan always loved to watch. There was another kick on the right side of her stomach, before her navel pressed out a little higher on the top of her dome. Sally continued to lie there, relaxed, used to it now, as Megan continued what she was doing.
Besides her pregnant clientele swearing by her services, and she liked to think a lot of it had to do with her experience and training, there was another huge factor that keep such a repeat client base. A reason not advertised...
Megan rose her hands higher again, past the lovely shape of Sally's thighs, reaching the puffy mound of her pubis. Sally moaned just slightly, a little whimper, her eyes still closed, as Megan glided up her naked shaved slit and up her belly.
Megan provided not only muscle relaxation and exercise, but also relief - in every way. Many of these women were sexually frustrated. They came from homes where their husbands worked all hours, they found their wives unattractive, or in some cases their mistresses were currently servicing all their needs. Which left these women either by themselves or in need of someone else to help, especially in their third trimesters. And that was where Megan came in.
She kept her hands for now on Sally's belly, running up and down the sides, watching it for any signs of movement within but there wasn't any. Instead a smile was on Sally's lips as Megan looked up to her, the woman's eyes still closed but Megan could tell by her body language she was enjoying the feel of her hands stroking her soft skin, the touch of physical contact she was desperate for.
Megan had been obsessed with the pregnant body for as long as she could remember. She had remembered as child watching her mother, pregnant with her youngest sister, standing by the kitchen stove, belly protruding underneath her dress, one arm on her back to support her, stirring the night's dinner in the saucepan. That was the earliest memory she had, and it was burned into brain. Ever since that day she had found pregnant women irresistible, unable to take her eyes off their fecund forms. She wasn't even gay, she found regular women unappealing, but a pregnant woman was entirely another thing. They was something magical about them.
Megan's hands sloped up the top of the dome, fingernails lighting scraping the oil with her voyage across her skin as she tickled Sally's belly. The woman bit her lip, head turning to the side, as goosebumps now stood up across her skin. Megan ran her hands back down her belly, right down the middle, making sure to draw a circle around the protruding little nub of her belly button, before she followed the dark line in the center of Sally's belly, the linea nigra, all the way down.
"Ungh..." Sally groaned a little as Megan's hands now ran down her pubis, making contact with the plump skin of her pussy. This was where Megan's true skills came into play, and why all of her customers returned.
Keeping all of her attention focused on Sally, she let her hands smooth over those swollen lips, rubbing their way up and down that moist slit. It was wet from both her own oils and Sally's juices, and made it very easy for Megan to find another swollen nub hidden at the top of her folds.
Sally took a sharp breath in. "Oh god..."
And with Megan now in complete control of the pregnant woman before her, she curled her fingers with her other hand, and plunged them inside her wet cunt. And she brought her to the first orgasm of her session.
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