"The Boston Baby"

This is both a true story from my life and was first published on
Impregnorium.net. This story involves a lovely housewife from
Maine who gave herself to me completely one weekend in Boston. 
We will call her Kay, which is the only part I will change. Of
course, this is also being told subjectively from my own
perspective and recollections.

Kay I had met many years prior online before I regularly began
traveling worldwide (more on this in later stories...). 
Naturally we talked a lot about sex, and in particular she was
always eager to hear of my desire to have her bare and fertile. 
Kay was mid 30's, married at the time with one child by her
hubby, but made it clear she was neither all that happy nor
having her needs met at home.

I had moved at one point and lost contact with her for about a
year.  When I found her again by chance one day, I decided it was
well past time to seduce and actually meet her.  Naturally we
picked up where we left off immediately, and I pressed to see
her.

I was speaking at a standards meeting in Philadelphia and she was
in Boston with a friend who has some part in this story when she
gave me a number I could call her after chatting with her in my
hotel room.  She had a lovely voice, and she told me her friends
job was to make sure she was safe, in case I were an axe murderer
or such.  She had already decided to meet me and decided her
friend would be her "safe person" with this secret.

I spoke with her friend for a little, and apparently passed the
test of not being an axe murderer, and so I spoke with Kay about
many things, and especially of meeting her.  She touched herself
and came for me on the phone as I told her how I would taste her
and then cum inside her bare.  She told me later her friend
thought it was all very hot and told her she should enjoy herself
and have a good time when we do meet.

Kay would visit Boston to visit her friend and shop on an
irregular basis. We arranged to schedule and meet the next time
she visited Boston, with her friend effectively covering for her
hubby.  Kay was of course very concerned about actually meeting
and the need for it to be safe, for she was not on the pill, and
so we planned and made arrangements for me to fly out and meet
her in Boston some months later during one of her "shopping
trips", and she choose a date when she thought it would be a safe
time.

During those weeks she was especially exciting to talk to, about
what she wanted to feel and do, and yes, about sharing in the
fantasy of having me taking her bare.  However, it also became
clear as the weeks passed that her clock was ticking a little off
schedule.  Indeed, for the weekend we had scheduled to meet, as
it approached, it became clear to her that she would be somewhere
very near mid-cycle.

Since we had already arranged the hotel and air tickets, she
agreed to still meet.  She said she would have to do something
though to be safe, and would get something on the way to meet me,
since it would not be safe for her to get anything or do anything
earlier in case hubby discovered and questioned her.

The whole flight to Boston my heart was pounding wondering of the
possibilities.  Finding her at the airport was not very hard, and
she was trembling when I held her and kissed her at the airport.
It was lovely holding and kissing her slowly those first moments.
And then we went to get her car to goto the hotel as she called
her friend to tell her she found me.

We did not get very far before parking somewhere for a short
while for another round of deep kissing and some exploring.  Her
nipples felt so very stiff, and then she placed my hand down her
belly, and I could feel the heat of her and how wet she already
was.  I told her we needed to get to the hotel, and we resumed
driving there.

We got the bags from the cars, including a large cvs bag she said
she purchased with condoms and sponges and things on the way.  I
got the room settled and we headed upstairs, as I held her again
and slowly tasted her mouth again on the elevator ride up.

Arriving in the room, she put the cvs bag down on a chair near
the bed where it would pretty much remain for the whole weekend.
And then she came back into my arms.  She had lovely silky brown
hair, very fine and soft.  And she was trembling, and moaned
softly as I kissed her slowly on her neck, as I started to
undress her and she started undressing me also.

She did have very lovely nipples, with a large areola around each
one.  It was wonderful covering each one in my mouth, and feel
her nipple stiff against my tongue, while hearing her softly
moan, her heart pounding so hard nearby, my hand over her
panties, rubbing slightly.  I could feel the heat radiating out
from within her, and her panties were soaked. Knowing she was
fertile and clearly so very ready, I was wondering how far this
would actually go before she would reach for the cvs bag and/or
ask to have me condomed.  However, I knew I just had to taste her
first, and I lead her to the bed.

Removing her panties, and she had a nice trimmed bush.  She had
this lovely scent that made me think of how fertile she was, of
how this place had already felt one life being made and was so
very ready to feel another life conceived.  Her lips were easy to
part, and to press my tongue within her.  A cavity, for certain
she had given birth before, but a so very hot and very wet one,
and to feel and hear her cum, I knew it was time to be within
her.

Moving up her body, my eyes became locked with hers.  She felt me
and placed me bare against her opening, never wavering her eyes
from mine.  The cvs bag seemed gone from her mind, and I was
wondering if this really was happening but choose not to say
anything to break that moment but simply look into her eyes as I
pushed into the heat of her bare.

I was deep within the heat of her, and she was wild and very hot.
She kept moaning, and would loose focus for a moment and then
look again into my eyes. I had to taste her lovely nipple again,
only to have her body jerk and feel her cum as I sucked her
nipple.

I felt myself close to cumming and wondering what to do.  Should
I say something and risk breaking what had become a magic moment?
 Did she truly want to have our child?  So many thoughts, and so
very aware I was moments away from possibly impregnating her, and
yet she gave me no indications of her awareness other than her
eyes locking with mine, her legs wrapped around me, and her
moans.

But my question was whether she was simply aware of and lost in
the passion, letting her pussy do her thinking for her so to
speak, or was she also aware and wanted this to be the moment her
next child would be made, with me?  The bag she brought said one
thing, but her body seemed to say another, and it would not be
the first time I would come to learn that a woman's mind and body
might have rather different goals in mind in such moments.

Naturally I did what my own body decided for me to do.  I drove
myself as deep inside of her as I could, holding her tightly, and
felt myself cum inside her, bare, looking deep into her eyes the
whole time.  I was completely aware of her that moment, more so I
think than anyone else in that moment, of her eyes widening, of
her moan, her loudest moan then, of the rhythmic clenching around
me as my body pumped inside of her.  And I was aware of the
millions of possible lives being spread within her, one of which
might possibly be made.

It was like seeing a white light looking into her eyes that
moment.  And after, holding her, feeling her body, knowing my
life was mixing with hers, and still within her.  Recognition, of
what we may have done, holding her hand with mine over her belly,
as we talked of the lives that would come after us, lives that
could exist and come to be made because of the life we might have
made.  Very soon I was hard within her and we made love once
again.  And once again I would cum deep within her, that second
time knowing she wanted a child to be made of us, the bag
remaining untouched.

That second time she was also more verbal.  With her eyes again
locked with mine, She moaned then that she felt this was it, this
would be the time.  And I came again deep within her, maybe even
harder than the first time trying to make sure it would be.

Afterward she showed me the bag, with all the things she had
bought. Spermicides, condoms of more types than I knew were ever
made.  Sponges. Other contraceptive things I don't even remember
anymore.  Perhaps enough to keep a small high school safe and
conception free!  And then she neatly placed it back into the
bag, all of it to remain unopened and unused.

At night we went to Governor's Court, where there are places held
in shadow. There in a corner I held her and we felt our
heartbeats sync.  And again I was within her, that place, where
if one tried hard, perhaps we could have been seen.

That night I would flood her more with my life.  And in the
morning, we discovered we forgot to place the do-not-disturb sign
on the door.  The room was an l-shaped one, and we did not hear
her knock or come in until that moment, hearing her exclaim
"madre dios", her looking down the room into her rapidly
reddening face, with her looking between Kay's open legs, perhaps
leaking out some of me then.  She left rather quickly.

Epilogue

We continued to make love all weekend long.  She left for me a
note in my suitcase which I still have.  It told of how she had
no regrets for what we shared, whatever may happen after.

Sometime during that long weekend, maybe even that moment she
said it was happening, perhaps while I was holding her, one of my
sperm cells did managed to wiggle its way into her then waiting
egg.  Dissolving within her egg, her genes and mine unwound, and
then mixed together in the dance of life to fuse together in a
new form.  The circle of life was thus continued.

Some three weeks later she told me she was late.  It was a week
after that she told me she could not see me again because she was
going back to her husband.  I did not understand it then, and it
hurt me greatly.  A little over 8 months later she gave birth,
"prematurely", as far as her husband was made aware, to a lovely
brown eyed girl.


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