two weeks overdue, on a hike to induce labor and your girlfriend decides to give you head to see if an orgasm would help. it does — it works all too well, and you’re still a mile and a half from the car...
I open the car door and tentatively put one leg outside thevehicle. I’m dubious about this exercise. 2 weeks overdue, massively uncomfortableand heavy. My hips and back have been screaming all day.
Steph comes around to haul me out of the car. I muttervarious expletives as I stand.
“Come on love, I know you’re uncomfortable. But the doctoris going to induce you in two days if the little nugget doesn’t make anappearance. This might help her budge.”
More expletives as my joints continue to protest standing.But she’s right. Grudgingly, I start to trudge forward.
It’s a cool fall day, and Steph has blessedly picked arelatively flat trail. I waddle beside her, trying to will gravity into convincingour daughter to make an appearance.
Steph rubs my back as we make slow progress.
“No, but it doesn’t make me feel any worse.” I grump.
Another half mile passes. I catch Steph stealing glances atmy belly, occasionally rubbing it fondly. As uncomfortable as I am, her touchon my skin feels lovely.
“Are you going to miss me looking like I swallowed a beachball when this is over?”
Steph laughs, her deep throaty laugh making my nervestingle.
“I do like seeing you all full with our daughter, butlooking forward to meeting her even more. Relief for you as well. I know thismonth has been hard on you.”
Can’t deny that, as a fresh wave of pain shoots through myhips.
“Can’t say I won’t miss these though.“ Steph runs her handgently over an engorged breast.
“Hoooooo.” I breathe out a bit as she does. It feels goodand oversensitive at once.
She pulls away. “Did that hurt?”
“No,” I respond “just very sensitive. Needs a real lighttouch right now.”
I guide her hand back. She caresses my left breastcarefully.
I close my eyes, and she leans in for a kiss. I respond inkind, growing in intensity until I need to come up for air.
My panties are soaked in my jeans, and my pussy throbs.Seriously hormones, in public?
Steph is similarly flushed and staring at me hungrily.
“Do you need me to take care of that for you?”
“I mean yes, but what if someone walks by?”
“We can walk off the trail a bit, and we haven’t seen anyoneelse all day.”
I grab her hand and carefully walk off the beaten path. Wefind a spot where no one is likely to see (or hear) us.
With significant help, I get into a seated position leaningagainst a tree.
Deep kisses. Hands on my breasts and belly. Tongue gentlylapping at my nipples. Then, a hand down the front of my jeans.
I am soaked and gasping with need. Aches and pains momentarilyforgotten. Desperate for release.
Steph starts to undo my jeans button and looks at mequestioningly.
I nod. She carefully removes my cumbersome maternity jeans.I spread my legs wide to relieve the pressure and need.
Steph carefully lays on her stomach in front of me.
The first lap of her tongue nearly sends me into orbit. Imanage to keep just the barest control as my mouth opens wide in a moan.
Steph makes quick work of me. Lapping at my pussy, and thenmoving to sucking my clit while curling her fingers against my g-spot.
I don’t last ten minutes before my whole body shudders withorgasm. Steph bring me over some aftershocks, until I finally put my hand onher head. I am spent.
Steph looks at me and laughs, knowing what she did to me.
“Thank you, Steph. I promise I’ll return the favor when Ican see my feet again.”
“You better. Let me help you up.”
Now that the afterglow is starting to fade, I’m becominglightly conscious of the ache in my hips and back again. That dull ache still present.
It takes a few tries, but Steph helps me to my feet. Sortof. Something feels different. Somehow, and I didn’t think this was possible, Ifeel even heavier than before. I take a step, and find myself practicallybowlegged from the urgent pressure in my pelvis.
“Ooof.” I let out. The discomfort is almost unbearable.
“Are you OK?” Steph looks at me with alarm.
“I… I think so? I just feel a lot of pressure.”
I take two steps. The pain that has been in my back all daysuddenly wraps around to my front. The pressure is unbearable. My belly goeshard. I gasp.
“What’s wrong?!” Steph sounds on the edge of panic now.
“I… I think I just had my first contraction.. I…” I trailoff and try to catch my breath as the iron grip on my belly recedes. I’m almostsuccessful, when not 30 seconds later the pain builds again.
“Ooooooooooooohhhhhh” I breathe out. Grabbing Steph with onehand and leaning against the tree with the other.
“OK. OK. We need to get you back to the car.” Says Steph asshe wraps one arm around me to steady me.
Yes, the car. This is my first baby. It will be fine. Wehave time.
The wave builds to its peak.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhunnnnnnnnnngh”
Down. Downdowndowndowndowndowndown screams every molecule inmy body.
I squat inelegantly hanging off Steph. Legs spread. Pressure and as my body tells me to bare down.
“Are you pushing? Don’t push! Let me call for help!”
I half stumble and drag Steph back the few steps toward thetree. I manage to get myself back in that semi sitting position that brought somuch pleasure just a while ago.
“Oh god you are pushing. I don’t have a phone signal. OK.”
Steph quickly gets a towel out of her backpack and places itunder me. She kneels between my open thighs and rubs them gently.
A wave builds again. I can feel pressure. Stretching.Burning. Bulging.
“She’s moving down I think. Your labia are opening when youpush, but I can’t see her yet.”
That motivates me to work harder. I feel the pressure buildand curl around my belly willing my muscles to bear down.
“NNNNNNNNNGGGHHHH ahh, ahh ahhhhhhhh.”
Instinctively I reach my hand down to my opening.
“I can feel her… I can feel her just inside.”
Steph has started to cry. “I know. I know love, I could seejust a bit of her head during that last push.”
So close, and yet so far.
I bear down with every wave. A slow dance, and the baby’shead descends and retreats. Stretching. Burning.
At last, I feel her head stay at my fingertips after a push.
“Oh. I can see her. Properly now! You’re almost done.” Steph’shands join mine on either side of her head. Supporting., ready to catch.
I can barely form coherent thoughts any more as my body takesover. I feel burning, I feel pressure. I feel pain. I feel the amount of headunder my palm grow.
I pant desperately. Her head is in full crown now. MY legsshake as I spread them wider than I ever thought possible to make room.
Slowly. Forehead. Eyes. Nose. Mouth. Full head of hair.
“Her head is out! You’re almost done!”
I can feel the weigh of her between my legs as Stephsupports the head. Warmth on my thigh as her head turns. The urge to bare downagain.
I give a massive grunt, that ends in a scream as the baby’s shoulder’sfill me and then…
And not just Steph’s though she’s crying too.
She puts our wailing daughter on my chest, and covers usboth with her jacket.
“She’s here.” Slightly dazed as I process the weight of thisbeing on my chest, who was just inside of me a few moments ago.
“She is, and she’s perfect.” Responds Steph. “Are you OK?”
“I think so. I think… it’s your turn next time if we givethis little one a sibling.”
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