The Pregnant Lactating Slut(9)

The following evening Andrea was busy folding some of the baby’s laundry. Mark would be home the next day and she was looking forward to his return, though still unhappy about the lack of sexy lingerie and her bleak sex life. A knock at the door interrupted Andrea and she walked slowly downstairs to answer it. Standing at the door was her neighbor, Ben. Ben was tall and muscular with a head full of dark brown hair that was just aching for you to rake your fingers through it. He had dark green eyes and full lips. His mouth split open into a grin when he saw Andrea.

“How are you holding up?” he questioned nicely.

“Fine,” Andrea replied, “feeling like a house now, and only a few more weeks to go.”

Ben started down at Andrea beneath his dark hair, “You certainly don’t look like a house, Andrea, you look” Ben paused thinking of the right word, “hot.” His stare was dark and penetrating and Andrea got a shiver down her spine as her mind drifted to dirty thoughts of Ben undressing her.

Andrea shook her head to rid the thoughts and smiled, embarrassed “Thanks Ben. What can I do for you?”

Ben stepped aside to reveal a large package on the porch.

“Just thought I would help out by bringing this inside for you. I know that Mark is out of town.”

Andrea stepped aside and admired Ben’s biceps as he hoisted the package up and set it on her floor next to the table. He bent down slowly to pick something off the floor and came back up with a pink striped gift card.

“Doing some shopping?” he asked, smiling wickedly at her.

Andrea flushed and grabbed the Victoria Secret gift card. Ducking her head yet again to hide her embarrassment she answered, “No. But not for lack of trying. Apparently pregnant women aren’t sexy enough to shop there.”

Ben looked her up and down slowly before replying, “I think you’re plenty sexy, Andrea. Even more so now that you’re pregnant.” And then as if remembering he was speaking to his married, pregnant neighbor, Ben quickly looked at the floor and murmured, “I find pregnant women incredibly attractive.” Ben looked up between his dark crop of hair and Andrea gasped at the look of pure lust in his eyes.

Suddenly the room felt 100 degrees hotter and Andrea felt little beads of sweat begin to pool between her breasts. Ben awkwardly cleared his throat and the look was gone from his eyes, but Andrea couldn’t help the tingling sensation she felt between her legs. Damn these horny pregnancy hormones she thought as she shifted her legs hoping to stop the sensation. She tucked the thought of Ben’s lustful stare and seductive comments into the back of her mind for her nightly masturbation session.

“So-um- I should be going. I just wanted to move that package inside of you — I mean — inside for you,” Ben stammered, “Oh shit” he cursed. “Forgive me, Andrea. I clearly find you very attractive in your state and I need to censor my comments.” He turned and walked out the door while waving to his wife, Laura, who was pulling into their driveway.

Andrea stood in her doorway stunned watching Ben stride sexily across her lawn. Oh shit is right, she thought. If only Ben knew how desperate Andrea was for sexual interaction and how horny she felt all the time. Andrea could already feel fluid leaking out into her panties from her arousal. She sighed, another telltale sign of her pregnancy. Andrea left the box where Ben had placed it. She was fairly certain it was the baby swing, and she would leave it for Mark to assemble once he was home. She decided to go back into the nursery to finish folding clothes. She fumed going up the steps, angry again with Mark for withholding sex from her, even if he thought he meant well. Maybe if Mark would just give it to her nice and hard, she wouldn’t be fantasizing about her sexy neighbor having his way with her.

Once in the nursery, Andrea began laying clothes inside drawers. She glanced outside the window at Ben’s long driveway, which ran parallel to her house. Andrea caught a glimpse of Ben grabbing his trashcan and start hauling it up the driveway. The nursery window only faced Ben’s backyard as his house sat further up a hill. Without thinking about what she was doing, Andrea quickly peeled off her camisole letting her engorged breasts fall out heavily onto her belly. 2 soft white nursing pads fell to the floor. Andrea always forgot about these. She had begun leaking last week and had been wearing them ever since. She swiftly turned towards the window and acted as if she was preoccupied with the changing table, allowing Ben a full view of her beautiful breasts. Oh my god, what am I doing, she thought to herself. She took solace in the fact that no one else could see, especially Ben’s wife, Laura, with whom she was friendly. Andrea smiled inwardly at herself. She felt sexy and liberated. Ben probably didn’t even notice as he was heading up the driveway, anyway. Next thing she knew, Andrea heard loud footsteps pounding up the stairs. What the hell, she thought frantically. Mark wasn’t due home till tomorrow. Ben burst through the nursery door, with a wild, lustful look in his eyes. Andrea backed away toward the window.