It started in the parking lot of IKEA and ended with a special delivery
I had swung by IKEA to pick up some picture frames for a craft project my wife had been working on.
Of course, I grabbed some cinnamon rolls while I was in the checkout area. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been a successful trip to Sweden's most famous landmark.
With both items in hand I exited the store and made my way out to the parking lot.
As I headed down the parking aisle, I noticed a young, very pregnant female struggling to load a couple of flat pack boxes into the back of an older Toyota RAV4. A fit young couple was walking by, and I expected them to offer to help but they kept walking.
I approached my own vehicle, which was parked in the opposite lane, and dropped my purchases on the passenger seat.
I looked up and watched as another male walked by her, stared, but didn't offer to help her. I was surprised, as I would think most men would want to be seen as the knight and shining armor to an attractive girl in her early 20s. But either the premise of actually having to put in work, or the fact she was pregnant, seemed to be a hindrance to them.
Annoyed at humanity, I shut my door and hurried over to her.
"Can I give you a hand with that?"
She looked up exasperated, brushing her shoulder-length wavy platinum locks back from her face. "Oh sweetie, yes you may. You definitely may." she said in a definite Texan accent. "I am not sure these will even fit!"
"Well, I think you will need to fold your rear seat down." I replied as I eyed the long narrow packages.
"You can fold it down??" she asked incredulously. "I didn't even know that was a thing?"
I nodded. "Yup!" I assured her as I stepped to the passenger side and opened the door. It was then I spotted an infant child seat was installed there.
"Oh dear, do I need to take that out? I had to go to the fire department and have them install that because I was scared I was going to do it wrong." she asked.
"No, no, we will just fold the other side instead."
"Wait, you can fold just one side? See I didn't even know that!" she said in awe as she moved to allow me to her pass her pregnant form.
I flipped down the left side of the rear seat, taking the time to show her to do it and how to return it to it's upright position.
I then returned to the rear of the vehicle, reached down and hoisted one of boxes up and slid it into the cargo.
"See, I just needed a big strong man to help me." she teased.
"Nah, they aren't very heavy, just really awkwardly shaped."
She giggled. "Awkwardly shaped... I relate to those boxes right about now."
I lifted the other boxes in, sliding them on top of each other. "Baby furniture?" I asked.
"Yeah, a crib, and a changing table. And a cute chair for the living room that I will be able to use when I am feeding her. I am so late at everything, I've only got a couple of weeks before she is due."
I slammed the hatch shut. "Hey, I can return your cart for you." I offered. "Oh, and do you have a neighbor that can help you unload this? Please don't try to do it all by yourself."
"Oh, I hope so. I guess I can just stand hopelessly by my car until hopefully someone nice comes to rescue me. But first, I need to run to my doctor's appointment."
I nodded. "Well, if all else fails, I can give you my number and you can call me if you need help."
"Really, sweetie, you have already been such a big help! I would feel bad about making you do anything more."
"It wouldn't be a problem..." I assured her.
"Oh, are you sure? Okay, let me get my phone." she said as she went to the driver's seat to retrieve a large purse. She fished in it looking for her phone. "Oh, I am already so disorganized... there it is!" she said as she proudly held it up.
I gave her my number and she entered it. "Thank you so much", she said as she extended her hand to shake mine. "I'm Hannah by the way. I should give you a hug for all the help you have already given me, but again... I am awkwardly shaped." she giggled again as she gestured to her round pregnant belly.
I laughed as we bid our goodbyes. I returned her cart to the front of the store, and by the time I returned to my car, she had left.
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The next day, I was working around the house, just doing some minor chores. My phone chimed, and I saw a message from an unknown number.
"Hey, it is Hannah. I just wanted to thank you for helping me yesterday. It was so sweet of you." the message read.
I replied, "Absolutely no problem. You are welcome. Hopefully you found someone to help you and didn't try to unload them yourself."
A few moments later, another new message chime. "Actually... I feel bad asking, but do you know anyone who could help me?"
"Sure, just give me your address. Once my wife gets home with the kids, I will let her know and head over." I replied.
"Oh! You are married? Sorry I didn't realize that. I know you don't have any bad intentions but I don't want your chivalry to cause issues at home." she responded.
"No, no it is okay. I already had told her about helping you yesterday and she was so annoyed that the people just walked by you. She will be fine with me helping you."
She sent a worried face emoji. "Are you sure??"
"Yes, definitely. I know she is about home because she had called a bit ago and she was in the checkout line. I'll head out as soon as I can."
She replied with the address of her apartment. "Call me when you are almost here so I can move my car as close to my place as possible."
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I pulled into the apartment complex. It was a bit older garden-style setup, but very well kept. Lush trees offered ample shade. I wound my way around the buildings, trying to find Hannah's unit. Then I spotted her, leaned against the fender of her car, waiting for me. I found an empty spot a few spaces away and parked.
"Thank you so much for helping me... again!" she said as I approached.
"Totally not a problem!" I reassured her as I opened the hatch of her RAV4. "Where are we going with these?"
"That building there." she gestured to the closest building. "But... I am on the third floor. I know, terrible idea to get a third floor unit when I am this pregnant , but it was the only one-bedroom they had available. I can help you carry it!"
"You young lady, will do no such thing!" I playfully admonished her. "I am not having you put yourself at risk of falling and being horrifically crushed by an IKEA box."
She giggled and playfully saluted. "Yes sir!"
"You just lead the way, and I will get the boxes."
I hoisted the first box up, working to find a decent grip on it...and followed her. Two flights in, and I was regretting my choices as the box was so cumbersome and unwieldy to try to navigate the turns in the stairs. But, in no way was I going to let her know that.
I followed her into her small, but tidy apartment. "I want to put the crib and changing table in here. I know it's crowded, but I don't have a lot of options", she said as she motioned into the single bedroom. I eyed the room, which was already home to her own full-sized bed.
"Ok, but how about we put this in the living room for now, so there will be enough room to assemble them." I suggested.
"Oh, you are so smart. You are right!" she agreed.
I plunked the first box down and headed out to get the other boxes. She started to follow, but I ordered her to relax.
I made several trips to get the remaining boxes as well as close up her car before returning to her cozy little apartment.
"Thank you so much for helping!" she replied. "I feel bad that you came all the way over here to carry boxes for me."
"Do you want help assembling them?" I offered.
"Oh, you don't have to... but ... if you want..." she replied.
"Yeah, it will go faster if we both work on it." I agreed.
"Plus, you are probably better at following directions and figuring things out than me!" she giggled.
We started with the crib. I unboxed while she tried to make herself comfortable on the floor. "Actually probably a good idea you are here. I am not sure I could get myself up from the floor afterwards." she giggled.
Soon we were busy working on assembling.
"Are you sure your wife is okay with you being here??" she asked as she pounded a wood dowel into one of the holes.
"Yes, very sure." I replied.
A few moments later she asked "Do you have kids at home? I bet you would make a good dad, you are so proactively helpful!"
"Yes, I have two. One from my first marriage and one from this one."
"Oh? So you have been divorced?"
I shook my head. "No, unfortunately my first wife passed away unexpectedly from some health complications."
"Oh, oh my goodness... I am sorry to hear that!"
I nodded, "it was rough, but I found love again with most amazing woman. She is off-the-scale beautiful, loving, caring, super smart, honest... pretty much anything a guy could ever wish for."
"That's amazing, and she must be very trusting to allow you to come over here and help some random girl."
"Well yeah, but there is no jealousy with her. But, how about you? Is your baby's dad in the picture at all?"
Hannah shook her head. "Sweetie, this was an unwanted pregnancy. I don't mean unplanned, but seriously unwanted."
Seeing the look of confusion on my face she continued, "Oh, I mean I have come to terms with it. But ... ok, so I was in college, and played soccer for the college. We were at an away game, and I somehow ended up in my own hotel room, while the other girls had roommates. Well, I am pretty sure that was planned. But, in the middle of the night the coach came into my room while I was sleeping and raped me. I woke up to the most awful feeling of being forced -- and not be some attractive guy, or anything -- but a disgusting muscle head. I tried to push him off me, but I couldn't. Luckily he was quick, but unluckily he finished in me."
"Ohhhhh..." was all I managed to muster in response.
"Yeah, I mean it would have been one thing like if it was a guy I found attractive at all. But he was like the exact opposite. I complained to the assistant couch who was a woman, but she said I had probably been drunk and it was likely me who had made the moves. I think she knew exactly what was going on. I was going to report it to the campus police, but my parents said I couldn't. They said it would mess up my scholarship. I begged for them to let me, but they said no. I wanted to get an abortion -- but that's no allowed in Texas now. I wanted to go out of state to get one, but my parents said it was a sin and that I couldn't. I couldn't keep my mind on anything. I started doing terrible at soccer and my grades -- like became terrible. I was failing all my classes. It was horrible. I finally said screw it, left college without telling my parents, took all of the inheritance money my grandma had left me, and drove to California. I would have kept driving if the ocean hasn't been in the way. Over like the last two months or so, I have finally come to grips with this...that I am going to be a mom." she said, finally taking a deep breath.
"I'm sorry. And sorry for dredging up stuff with my question." I replied.
"It's okay." she replied as she proudly showed me the drawer to the changing table she had finished assembling. "But, can you help me up from the floor. I need to go pee."
"Sure!" I said with a smile. I stood up and held out my hand and carefully pulled her to her feet.
"I'll be right back." she assured me as gingerly navigated between the half assembled furniture and headed. To the bathroom.
A few minutes later she emerged. "When your wife was pregnant, did she have to pee a lot. I swear, I have to pee all... the... time."
I laughed. "Yeah, think that's pretty normal, all that extra weight on the bladder."
She sat down on the floor again, this time closer to me, and picked up the directions. While she had been slowly working on the changing table, I had made more progress on the crib, with it nearly finished.
"You are so quick ...so good at this!" Hannah exclaimed.
"After you have put together a few IKEA things, you find out they are pretty predictable."
We continued working, making small talk while we inserted dowels, turned cam locks, and pounded in little brad nails. Eventually, we had a full assembled crib and changing table and moved onto the chair. It was much more straightforward and as Hannah tackled that, I slowly slid the crib and changing table into her bedroom. I had to be careful not to damage the floor, but I didn't want her to attempt to lift either piece.
As the chair began to take final shape, I gathered up all the packaging and took it down to the dumpster.
By the time I finally returned, Hannah was coming out of the bathroom again. "There you are! I thought you left me. See, I had to pee... yet again!" she sighed. "But anyway, can you see what I did wrong? I don't understand how the cushion attaches to the chair?"
I nodded, and looked at the directions. "Oh, I think I see what happened, you were supposed to slide this loop over this rod here before you attached this side of the chair." I replied as I gestured at the paper and then at the parts in front.
"Oh no, how I told you I wasn't good at this!" she fretted.
"Don't worry, you don't have to undo the whole thing, just these two screws." I reassured her.
Within a couple of minutes I had righted the mistake and within a couple more the whole project was complete.
"My lady, your throne awaits" I said with a playful theatrical flourish.
Hannah giggled and gingerly lowered herself into the chair. "Oohhh this is comfy! I like how it kind of is like a rocking chair, like how it bounces a little."
"That was a good job done. Do you need help with anything else?" I inquired.
"Oh my goodness, you have done so much... " her voice trailed off and she winced. "Owwww... she kicked hard. Careful baby girl!" she scolded her pregnant belly.
"Oooh she is suddenly restless. I guess she doesn't like me sitting still. Look at this..." she said as she unexpectedly lifted her dress up to expose her belly. With her seated and her overhanging belly, it wasn't like I could see anything sensual, but it still surprised me.
Her skin was stretched tight and as her baby moved a ripple was visible. "That is so wild, I still can't believe I have another living thing inside me. Come here, feel it..." she urged. She reached out and grasped my hand, pulling me down to her level. She slid my hand along her skin. She shivered as she felt my touch, but guided it to the area where the baby was making moves.
I could feel the movements under my hand, and nodded. "Yup, she is active all right.".
I was going to pull my hand away, but Hannah kept hers on top of mine guiding it along to follow the baby's movements.
She looked at me intently, and I wasn't sure if she was pondering something or just looking for my reaction.
"It's crazy isn't it? Like how a woman's body can adapt to fit a whole other human? I mean, I definitely am round. I know I am going to have crazy stretch marks afterwards. I mean I also have gotten rounder elsewhere. I used to have a flat pretty much non-existent butt, but now I have actually a really nice booty. I have always had pretty muscular thighs from playing soccer, but now I have the butt to match."
"... and my boobs, I was on the larger side of a B-cup, but now I am pretty much a DD! And they are heavy! Like they are so full of milk already..." she continued quietly. Her voice had a sudden sultry tone to it, and I felt her pulse quickening.
Our eyes were locked on each other, and she nervously bit her lower lip. "Do you want to feel them... feel how heavy they are?"
I instinctively moved closer. I can feel her warm breath against my face.
"I don't know if that's a good idea..." I replied.
"Why not? You said you wife wouldn't be jealous..."
"That's not it. i just don't want you to do something you will regret." I reasoned.
"I won't regret it..." she whispered as she stared into my eyes.
I leaned forward and brought my lips to hers. She trembled and heard a slight gasp as we kissed.
I went back for a second kiss and then a third. Each one was a bit more passionate.
I then leaned back and pulled myself to my feet. I held out my hand to her. She took it and I guided her out of the chair. Holding her hand, I lead her to her bedroom, closing the door behind us.
I pulled her as close to me as I could, her big belly keeping me at a distance.
Her hands immediately slid under my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. Her one hand then plowed through my chest hair, as I leaned to kiss her.
Her other hand went to work unfastening my belt. She then unzipped my shorts. She was quivering with anticipation.
I pushed them down, leaving myself in only my boxers.
I gathered the fabric of dress and pulled it upward, but this time it didn't just reveal her pregnant belly. I pulled it over her head. She flipped her wavy hair back and then reached down to unclasp the front of her black nursing bra. She let it fall back, revealing a glorious set of breasts. Her areola were dark pink and puffy and her nipples were stiff and glistened with leaking milk.
It was my turn to let out a bit of a gasp.
She giggled. "I take it, that you like them?"
I nodded. I reached out to touch one of them, but she playfully swatted my hand away. "Uh uh uh, not yet!"
She sat on the edge of the bed and gingerly shimmied out of her panties, letting them drop to the floor.
She leaned back, supporting herself with one arm as she spread her legs. This revealed a little rosy pink pussy that had been shorn of any signs of pubic hair. She bit her lip again, as her fingers gently spread her outer lips revealing the wet treasure inside.
By now, my cock was raging. An obvious tent had been pitched in the fabric of my boxers.
"Take them off sweetie!" she begged as she squirmed on the bed.
I didn't need a second invitation. I slipped them down and setting my thick member free.
"Ohhhh woah... wow, that's... I was gonna say big, but...more like huge!" she complimented.
I laughed nervously, "Well, I am not sure about all that."
"It is! At least for me." she insisted. "Why don't you come here?" she patted the bed next to her as she laid back.
I lay down next to her.
"Look, I never imagined we would be in this situation. But here we are. Is it okay, if we set some ground rules?" she asked.
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, this can't be a one night stand type of thing. If I am going to let you have this, it's gotta be recurring."
I nodded. "Yes, I agree. I hate one night stands."
"Good, I am glad we are on the same page there. Also, look ... I am obviously not a virgin, but I am pretty close. I have never done anything consensually before. So, be patient with me.
"Of course!" I agreed as I leaned over to kiss her.
"Mmmm ...baby, fuck me." she whispered as our lips parted.
I slid back of the bed and stood at the edge of it. I gently pulled her butt a little closer to the edge. She repositioned herself, propping her pillow behind her head so she couldnl get a better view. She spread her legs and revealed her sweet pussy to me. It glistened with wetness already. There was no doubt that there was no need for foreplay to get her ready.
I grasped my throbbing cock and gently slapped the tip against her clit. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
She nodded. "Never more sure about anything..." she replied.
I carefully pressed the tip of my dick against her slit. Her outer lips eagerly parted wrapped their wetness around the head. Putting a bit of pressure against it, the top slipped inside Hannah's tight Texan twat.
"Ohhhh sweetie, yes...." she groaned.
I gently pushed forward and watched as my cock slowly disappeared inside her wet channel.
She wrapped her legs around me as I slid deeper.
"Fuck, you are thick..." she gasped as I buried myself deep in her.
I slowly pulled back, my shaft wet with her hot juices.
I was being cautious, taking my time with her.
"It's okay, you can go faster sweetie." she reassured me in her Southern drawl.
I picked up the pace a bit. Her tits slapped against her belly in a steady rhythm. It was soon joined by short mews of pleasure escaping her lips.
"Ohhhh baby, ooo, woah woah... " she gasped. "Oooohhh, stop stop for a second."
I slowed and then pulled my throbbing, twitching shaft from her wetness.
"Sorry, I need to change positions. Can you like lie behind me?" she asked.
I nodded and hopped onto the bed as she turned onto her side, carefully guiding her big belly as she did.
I snuggled in behind her, kissing her neck.
"Mmmmm... you are driving me crazy." she groaned as I pulled myself against her.
My cock, soaked with her juices, nestled between her little round butt cheeks.
She giggled and slowly gyrated hips causing it to slide back and forth wettly against her bottom.
"Mmmmmmm that feels good. You are making me have very naughty thoughts..." she sighed.
"Oh, like what?"
She giggled. "Oh, just of something we might do in the future. But right now, I want to feel you back in my pussy."
I reached down and guided my cock to her wet slit, this time entering her from behind. She rocked her hips back and forth, driving my cock deeper into her.
I cupped my hand around her one full breast and slowly massaged it.
"Mmmm, don't stop anything you are doing..." she moaned.
I thrust firmly against her as she clawed at the sheets.
I felt her spasm tightly on my cock as she moaned out.
I kept thrusting. The angle was keeping full friction on my cock the whole time. I knew I was not going to last.
Hannah seem to know this... "Mmmm, mmmm come on, cum for me. Put your cum all over inside me. Fill me up... mmmmm..."
I was trying to make it last, but there was just too much pressure. I squeezed her breast as I thrust forward. She moaned and tensed. She knew what was coming. Her pussy spasmed hard on my cock.
I grunted loudly as I began to orgasm. A thick, creamy blast exploded from my throbbing dick and she squealed out loudly. "Yes..." My hips bucked as I repeatedly emptied myself into her pregnant womb.
"Mmmmm, baby... that so good." she moaned.
I nuzzled in and kissed her neck. She shivered in response. "Mmmm baby, I didn't cum yet. Can we go just a little longer, I am so close."
"Definitely..." but hurry, before I get soft?
"Can I get on top?" she said as she moved forward. My cock slipped from her and my cum spilled from between her lips.
She didn't wait for an answer. She knew what it would be. She unsteadily straddled me. I grabbed my cock, pumped it a few times and then watched as she lowered herself on top of me.
She slowly gyrated her hips, slowly picking up speed. "Mmmm... fuck ... you put so much cum in me!! It so slippery now!"
I took a hold of her hips and steadied her as she bounced.
She cupped her big tits in her hands, and massaged their bouncing forms. Her fingers moved to her puffy moist nipples and she squeezed them alternating back and forth. Almost immediately, I saw the creamy milk begin dribbling from the nipples.
Her moans became louder and her breathing became more labored. Her big tummy bouncing wildly as my still very much erect cock buried itself deep in her.
The milk turned from dripping to spurts. I looked on hungrily. I wanted to taste it, but I knew she was chasing an orgasm and I wasn't about to interrupt her.
I felt her pussy spasm, and new she was about to lose control. Her pussy was now dripping with my cum mixed with her juices.
"Mmmmmmmmm fuuuuckkkkk" she groaned. She lost her balance, catching herself but not before my cock slipped from her wet pussy. Her back arched. "fuccccck!" she cursed as her wet pussy spurted a burst of juices, splattering across my chest.
Her face was flushed from exertion as she collapsed on the bed. "Holy fuck sweetie..." she gasped. "You just made me squirt!!!"
I laughingly teased "Yes, you were spring leaks everywhere."
She giggled and cupped her breasts, "Oh, you mean here too?"
I nodded.
"Mmmm... do you want taste?" she asked.
I leaned over and kissed one of them. It was a bit sweaty from her "workout", slightly salty on my lips. I kissed down to her swollen nipple and pulled it into my mouth. She immediately put her hand on the back of my head and held me close. As I suckled the milk coursed across my tongue. The saltiness was replaced with sweetness. She moaned softly as I fulfilled my hunger.
She shuddered suddenly. "Oh, why does my pussy keep quivering... what are you doing to me? Fuck, I don't want to but maybe we need to take a bit of a breather and relax, I feel a little weird. I guess just over stimulated by your sexiness."
We laid there for a while, our naked bodies just cuddling. She seemed restless and struggled to find a comfortable position with her big pregnant belly. But eventually, I heard gentle snoring. I guess I had worn her out.
I stayed for a bit longer, before I carefully got out of bed and got dressed. I gently kissed her cheek and pulled the sheets over her nude body. I let myself out and locked the door behind me.
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I awoke in my bed the next morning to the ecstacy of my wife's mouth pleasuring me.
"Good morning sunshine" she giggled as she slide her perfect body up. Reaching down to guide my fully erect cock to her tightness, she smiled lovingly down at me.
"Your phone was blowing up this morning, I think one of your girls was trying to reach you." she said handing me the phone. "You can read the message, but you aren't calling her back until I am done with you. And that may be a while..."
I looked at my phone and I saw a series of missed calls from Hannah, going back to a little after midnight. But then there was a text message from just a few minutes ago. "I guess you stimulated something, because I went into full blown labor last night and someone arrived early." There was a picture attached of Hannah, holding a tiny baby girl. "Meet Isabella Marie... but you can call her Bella. I can't wait for you to meet her for real. And I can't wait to see you again!"