A Life Changing Experience, or, The Day I Met Vivian
From the moment I met Vivian, I knew my life would never be the same.
At 23, I was happy with my life. I owned, and ran a large, very popular fitness center and was making plans to open a second one in a nearby town. The center, along with a few well placed investments, gave me an annual income in the six figure category, allowing me to live a very, very nice lifestyle. All in all, life was good. I dated regularly, though never finding the "right"girl, and had several good friends. I traveled the world, and pretty much did what I wanted. At the time, I did not realize something was missing.
Then I met Vivian.
I was in the juice bar, taking it easy in between the martial art classes I taught at the center, and feeling that life was good. I had a fruit smoothie in my hand, and was leaning back, glancing over a few documents that needed my attention, not paying much attention to what was going on around me.
Then, like a breath of spring air, Vivian came in.
I will never know why I chose that moment to look up, but I am oh so glad I did!
Vivian swayed into the room, the usual pregnant waddle turned into sensual poetry by her swaying hips and amazingly smooth grace. She had wavy blond hair that fell to her shoulders in a shimmer of silk, glowing, smooth, sun kissed skin, and a face that would give wet dreams to a priest. Big, bright blue bedroom eyes gazed about the room from beneath lovely brows and long lashes, and she had a sensually wide, full-lipped mouth that looked like she could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose. And boy was she pregnant!
Vivian looked like she was about ten and a half months pregnant to me. I've never seen a woman so pregnant , with such a big, round, gravid belly. Her breasts were enormous as well, resting on her belly like half-inflated footballs, dark, stiff nipples clearly visible through her outfit. The overall package was amazing! The woman was drop-dead,cum-in-your-pants gorgeous anyway - her face would have looked at home on the cover of any magazine you can name - but oh, was she pregnant! Her belly was magnificent, stupendous, awesome; it pushed the fabric of her red, sleeveless leotard outward until it looked like sheer stocking-material. I could see her popped-out navel clearly through the stretched, distended fabric. Her tits showed over eight inches of luscious cleavage, smooth pillowy tit-meat bulging out of her low-cut leotard like rising dough. To make matters worse, it was clear that she wore no underwear at all - there was no pantyline at her waist or hips,and her big, tight, round ass jiggled freely when she moved.
I tried not to stare, but she was so hot, and so pregnant! Somehow, Vivian felt me staring at her. She turned around, and looked me straight in the eye, letting me know I was busted. At first, I thought I was in big trouble, till I saw the mischevious sparkle in her eyes. She gave me a big smile and headed for the bar, her broad ass working as she slowly walked by.
I was in torture, my mind reeling from the lucious, sensual pregnant beauty before me. My cock was rock hared, and fighting to get loose. I wondered if she knew what kind of effect she was having on me. I looked up at her face, and she winked at me, smiled, then slowly licked her pillowy lips - running her tongue all around her open mouth with a lascivious leer. She knew, all right. She knew.
I watched, awestruck, as she made her way to the bar, slowly seated herself on one of the stools, one slender arm draped over the huge sphere of her belly, and ordered a smoothie.
My mind was racing with questions....was she married? How far along was she? Would she be interested in a date? These thought filled my mind, as did many hot, erotic images involving me, her, and satin sheets. Finally, after staring at her for what seemed like an eternity, and getting several signals from her, I decided to go for it.
I rose to my feet, in what I hoped was a casual motion, and immediately realized that I had a massive erection bulging out of my gi. I glanced up, a bit flushed with emberassment, and realized Vivian was watching me closely, her eyes flicking to the big bulge in my pants. I thought I saw a slight flush cover her cheeks, as well as a new light flash in her eyes, but I was too nervous to really give it much attention.
I made my way over to the bar, took the seat next to her after receiving an inviting smile, and did the best thing I have ever done in my life.
I said 'hello,' and introduced myself.
"My name is Mark Braxer."