Met again with the 18yo preggo gal – due in 2wks!

Three hours, one blowjob, and no intercourse – I never would have anticipated that, and it was just fine! None of that was per her demands, but its just the way it turned out.

I had it in my mind to learn a bit more about her early days as a working girl (she’s been at it for about a year, and yet she’s only been 18 for a few months – scary! – and there are even detailed reviews in print, online, written in great detail by other men who were unknowingly incriminating themselves in the process).

Turns out she had a friend who was in the biz, and that she evolved to tell that friend that she wanted to try it. I asked about her first-ever trick, and she said that it lasted all of five minutes. It seems the guy, as she described it, just wanted "to stick it right in" (her – no foreplay, no nothing). She described herself as having been quite nervous, but with so little time there wasn’t much room for too much nervousness.

She also confided that she was once busted in a police sting operation, and that she told a big lie to her mother upon mom having been presented with a police report which told the seeming truth. There is no clear understanding that her mother knows what the 18-year-old, teenage-mom-to-be has been doing to earn money. Previously I was told that it might be one of those questions to which her mother doesn’t want to know the answer, so mother never asks the question.

The young woman describes alcoholism and substance abuse in her immediate family (no surprise) and mentions a few personal setbacks for which she takes a couple of prescribed medications on a regular basis. I really have a sense of this young woman showing quite the steady and reliable personality and I have been remarkably surprised by her authenticity and non-flightiness at such a young age, and despite such an emotionally-draining line of work.

She tells of like-aged girlfriends who know what she does, but who don’t judge her, even if they themselves do not participate. She also tells of a sister a couple of years older who has been active in prostitution as well.

The evening began yesterday, for her, with a check-in at a cheap motel of the sort which allowed a teenager to check-in without a credit card. Upon my eventual arrival at the appointed time she confessed that after paying for the room she’d had just seven cents in her pocket. I’m so glad that I was reliable, and that she could anticipate my sincerity and reliability. I was even dining nearby an hour before I was to phone her.  (before we got comfortable, I reimbursed her for the room, and made her several hundred dollars more solvent)

She’d been given a ride to the motel by the girlfriends who know of her occupation and who do not participate themselves. They were expected back later in the evening, where perhaps they were to hang out at the motel for a while. I even brought some snacks and juices on the chance that we’d get hungry during our three hour session. We never resorted to them but the young working girl was getting ready to have a bottle of juice upon my departure and I’m sure the friends made good use later of the snacks I brought.

So I telephoned the girl at the appointed time from a spot right down the street. She gave me the room number and I drove to the place, somewhat well aware that we were just a couple of doors down from the office.

We were instantly comfortable in conversation and we caught-up on things that had been stirring in the online review community in addition to some of the other information written above. I also decided to chance the idea of showing her my full driver’s license if she would do the same (no thumb over her last name this time). She bravely trusted me with that exchange.

Soon the room began to get warm, and I slowly began to undress, and then suggested that "maybe we should get more comfortable". At that my young companion undressed to reveal her voluptuously pregnant form with beckoning curves all around and plenty of obvious, reddish stretch-marks which had me alternately cursing and pondering why women are such self-critics.

Those stretch marks are supposed to be there, particularly when a youthful, 18yo body is made to expand to the degree needed for a comfortable pregnancy and delivery. She was just radiant and glowing with a beauty that not everybody could ever hope to duplicate (unless pregnant).

Among the more memorable moments we shared was one where her full, pregnant form was standing in front of the mirror, with me behind her, and my arms reaching around to caress her large ‘bump’. The whole shared evening together didn’t deviate very far from a similar scenario with the exception of a couple of offered rounds of cunnilingus which found her entirely willing and content to share.

The eighteen-year-old is lucky to be considerably orgasmic so young and she continues to gently reach for my hands in a way of bonding as I’m eagerly lapping the sexual climax from deep within her. I adore her pussy, and the scent is predictably wonderful, and my tongue happily goes through the ample exercise that is licking her naughty bits. At one point I thought to remove my fingers, then coated with her juices, and brush them lightly over her considerably stimulated clitoris and she lurched back as the result of having been rendered a bit too sensitive at that point (I didn’t try that again).

She certainly climaxes (per her admission, last time, even when I hadn’t outwardly asked or seemed to care) but she’s another female who just doesn’t send up obvious flares when orgasm is reached, leaving me wishing I could know more. To ask directly seems to place too much pressure or emphasis on her sexual satisfaction. Mind you, I am that interested, and that desirous of her experiencing sexual climax, but it just seems that I shouldn’t make a big deal out of it in this case, just because any perceived pressure might alter the ambiance.

It does feel quite rewarding when her young hands search for mine as she is climbing the ladder toward sexual satisfaction, and I’m sure she does that habitually, after perhaps doing so with past partners, both paid and unpaid.  I’m also hopeful that, as with many women, whether they go over-the-top with orgasm or not, the pleasure derived from the sincere and thorough effort at orally pleasing her pussy is quite substantial no matter whether climax is the end result.

Once she softly cooed: "okay" (from which I was supposed to get: "okay, I’ve had quite enough pleasure, and I’m getting tender"), and we lay there in partial celebration of her first orgasm of the session, she soon sat indian-style on the bed beside me, and reached for a condom to apply to my arousal. She then leaned forward ever so gently and comfortably (I can barely figure out how – with her big tummy so prominent) to place her full and shapely lips around my hardened member. She went up and down the shaft quite gently while I marveled at the view of her pretty mouth going down on me. She looked and seemed so content when positioned comfortably and slowly sucking my cock. Occasionally she would draw her head back and straighten her neck while alternately stroking me with her hand. It was an expertly-offered blowjob and my hands joyed in further exploring her beck

oning breasts while building to my only climax of the evening.

Soon I could foresee my orgasm and I repeated that it wouldn’t be long now. Taking a cue from that, my eighteen-year-old sexual companion applied her succulent lips to my erection and let me build right up to the point where my seed was filling the condom housed between those lips. Then she lay back down beside me as I caught my breath.

After cleaning up and disposing of the condom I returned to her side and we just talked for a while. Soon I mentioned that I wouldn’t mind giving her a perhaps-much-needed/appreciated massage, if only I knew of a position that would be comfortable (for an extremely pregnant woman). We had to settle for the awkward angle of her on her side, and me alternating from being on my side, to being on my knees on the floor, but I gently massaged the back of this now-8.5-months-pregnant lass as she told of having considered getting a true massage from a licensed professional, yet not knowing whether they have special tables to accommodate pregnant bellies.

The young woman looked so feminine, and so desirable, while doing no more than laying there on her side, ample ass and extremely prominent belly catching the eye most obviously.

I could have so easily cuddled up behind her all night in that position but I’d been keeping steady track of time and didn’t have it in me to try to push too far over the line of that for which I had paid. Maybe I should have just mentioned that I’d have loved to stay there, cuddled, for as long as she would have me. (that would have perhaps brought forth an obvious decline, so maybe that was partly why I didn’t chance it)

Upon her standing up, I, as usual, could not resist approaching and holding her close while almost clutching her to me. She is in such a rare, and desirable state right now, and she looks so deliciously vulnerable as the sort of a vision that inspires genuine males to just want to reach out and help her somehow.

I lingered for a long while… and then unwrapped my arms from her motherly curves. She reached for her bra, and soon my arms were back around her, just enjoying the fleeting moments left in this fleeting pregnancy. Once we dressed, we further went over her evening plans, just so I could know for sure that others would be there to pick her up, and to share in the unused snacks that I had provided.

We hugged goodbye (while fully dressed), and I think that she has somehow been reassured about there being some good and authentic guys among the customer base she has known during a year in the biz. I’m quite certain that nothing I have ever said to her didn’t fit completely with any of my actions while either planning to be, or actually in her presence.

She’s a very promising mother-to-be, and I sort of have enough appreciation for her to prefer a repeat encounter with her to most any other sample of the flesh for sale or rent in my area. I just can’t see why I should pass-up a previously demonstrated example of just what I want to experience, for the next, new, random hottie whose ad lands on Craigslist. It is certainly great fun to grope and caress each new representation of femininity I see, but it is the added capability of being comfortable and vulnerable in my presence that separates the fully desirable women from those who won’t quite let themselves reach that point.

I don’t mind stories of working girls whose offerings vary entirely on how the client conducts himself during the session, but I do want to be recognized and responded to as one of those who gently appreciates anyone he gets to visit. I guess I have more at stake than did the above-mentioned three-minute man who just wanted to stick it in and get off. For that I’m quite glad.