Pregnant Neighbors Hidden Agenda and Unspoken Desires
In the morning, as I walked to the garage, I found Morgan already waiting for me at the door. She was dressed much as she had been the previous evening, in a short skirt and a top. The tight, tanned skin of her swollen belly peeked out of the small gap between her top and waistband of her skirt. The curve of her stomach pushed the waistband down so it sat almost under her bump, as if to support her stomach. As we drove towards the city, we chatted about nothing in particular. Then, out of the blue, she said, "So you like pregnant women? You've been much more chatty since I started to show!" I couldn't be sure whether she was teasing me, or whether she was serious. I felt my face redden slightly, which probably gave the game away. I guess I hadn't been as subtle as I thought with my backyard chats.
Morgan continued, "I know some guys like a pregnant woman. That's one of the reasons I keep wearing my wedding ring, even though I'm getting a divorce." "I'm sorry you getting a divorce," I said, because it seemed the right thing to say. "It's ironic really. I found out I was pregnant after the divorce was filed. Her words surprised me and we drove on in silence for a few minutes. Then, changing tack, Morgan asked, "Do you want to come over for a swim tonight? I think the pool is warm enough now." Definitely teasing this time, she added, "And that way the fence won't interrupt your view!" As soon as I got home that evening I changed into my trunks and went next door. Morgan greeted me at the door, already in her bikini. Her top was tiny – the cups barely covered her nipples.
"I've got quite a bit bigger, since I got pregnant. I don't think I'll be able to wear the top for much longer." Morgan said, apparently able to read my mind. "I guess I'll be even bigger when my milk comes in." "Have you ever tasted breast milk?" she asked, directly. "It's quite nice really. I can understand why babies like it so much. I had a bit of a taste when my sister was breast feeding." An image of Morgan's sister feeding her baby from one breast, while Morgan greedily sucked on the other one, immediately popped into my mind. The possibility of tasting Morgan's milk was something I hadn't even considered, until now. I snapped out of my daydream as Morgan led me down the passage towards the back of the house. "We should have a swim now, before it gets dark," she said.
The warm weather didn't seem to have had much effect on the water temperature, because the water was cold. After we had splashed around for a few minutes, Morgan sat on one of the concrete steps at THE END
Morgan continued, "I know some guys like a pregnant woman. That's one of the reasons I keep wearing my wedding ring, even though I'm getting a divorce." "I'm sorry you getting a divorce," I said, because it seemed the right thing to say. "It's ironic really. I found out I was pregnant after the divorce was filed. Her words surprised me and we drove on in silence for a few minutes. Then, changing tack, Morgan asked, "Do you want to come over for a swim tonight? I think the pool is warm enough now." Definitely teasing this time, she added, "And that way the fence won't interrupt your view!" As soon as I got home that evening I changed into my trunks and went next door. Morgan greeted me at the door, already in her bikini. Her top was tiny – the cups barely covered her nipples.
"I've got quite a bit bigger, since I got pregnant. I don't think I'll be able to wear the top for much longer." Morgan said, apparently able to read my mind. "I guess I'll be even bigger when my milk comes in." "Have you ever tasted breast milk?" she asked, directly. "It's quite nice really. I can understand why babies like it so much. I had a bit of a taste when my sister was breast feeding." An image of Morgan's sister feeding her baby from one breast, while Morgan greedily sucked on the other one, immediately popped into my mind. The possibility of tasting Morgan's milk was something I hadn't even considered, until now. I snapped out of my daydream as Morgan led me down the passage towards the back of the house. "We should have a swim now, before it gets dark," she said.
The warm weather didn't seem to have had much effect on the water temperature, because the water was cold. After we had splashed around for a few minutes, Morgan sat on one of the concrete steps at THE END
