I was twenty-two-years-old, not long graduated, and four months pregnant with my first child when my boyfriend decided we were making a huge mistake. He knew it was too late, promising to be a good dad when he left me alone to fend for myself.

I wasn’t devastated by his decision to be honest. There was always an air of inevitable unreliability about him. My parents warned me, but he was a bad boy with bad boy charms. He wasn’t a criminal, just a seriously Hot guy who lived life selfishly to the max. He also had an eye for the ladies. I felt lucky at the time. How foolish of me! The bastard! But I’m not here to slag him off. This is erotica.

It was summer by the time I reached seven months pregnant, alone. We weren’t exactly experiencing a heat wave, but it was Hot enough to visit one of the local beaches.

I’m five-six and half, curvy in all the right places, with a size 12 waist and 34DD bust. I have long brown hair with green eyes. A look I’ve happily maintained since I was eighteen.

During the pregnancy my body remained the same size from behind. I quit smoking and drinking, and managed to stick to a healthy diet. The only really noticeable changes took place at the front. My belly obviously swelled, but it gave me a healthy looking bump. My breasts also swelled from a firm, bouncy 34DD, to a much tender, heavier, and plump 34E. Sadly the E returned to a DD, but im not complaing.

This particular day you’re about to read about was a Wednesday in June. The local schools hadn’t broken up for summer just yet, so the beaches were relatively quiet. Where I lived back then I had the pleasure of choosing from four medium sized beaches.

Two of the them were extremely popular, while another was often busy with lifeguards training. The fourth and quietest option was where I chose to visit.

I had nothing special planned. I packed some sandwiches, fruit and water, and then drove about five miles to the beach. I was wearing a yellow and white polka dot summer dress with a maternity bra underneath, and of course a pair of ordinary matching yellow panties. On top of my head sat a wide brim, yellow straw hat. I had no intention of stripping down to a bikini and sunbathing. All I wanted was to sit in a mixture of sun and shade for a couple of hours while I read a book.

When I arrived at the beach I set up my sun tent and laid a large towel in front of it. The tide was out and I noticed a few dog walkers at the shoreline, some considerable distance from where I set up.

Behind me rose high sand dunes which lined the length of the beach. To the left side of me were all the rocks leading down to the sea. I smiled, remembering the hours of fun I had amongst those rocks, dipping in and out of the rock pools when I was kid. I then glanced around and noticed nobody else was actually sitting on the beach like I was. Perfect.

An hour into my visit I grew tired of reading so put the book down. I was also starting to feel a little Horny. My hormones were all over the place during the pregnancy, and frustratingly the urge would strike at the most inconvenient of times and places. Trying to ignore my stirring arousal, I had a bite to eat and then decided upon a nap inside the tent.

It was no good. The temperature of the sun had increased, along with the temperature between my legs. The temperature inside the tent was also worse, and I felt flushed. My breasts seemed to swell and ache under the heat to, before a risky, Horny thought entered my mind. I tried to ignore it, but the more I did the more it fought to take over me.

Eventually, I gave in and decided to be naughty. Well, naughty by my standards. With the scene on the beach remaining peacefully deserted, I crawled out of the tent and pulled the thin yellow dress straps from my shoulders and down my arms. I then reached round my back and unclasped the maternity bra.

I giggled as the weight of my pregnant, swollen boobs fell Free. I also noticed my nipples had embarrassingly hardened from the excitement of going topless on a local beach. Any beach in fact, as I hoped nobody who knew me would find me like this. I had never gone topless in public before.

With an excited grin on my face, I searched the beach for any newcomers before putting my hat back on and picking up my sun cream. I topped up my legs, arms and shoulders, and then squirted a fresh dollop into the palm of my hand. After one last scan of the beach, I placed my hand over my left boob and rubbed the thick sun cream into my soft flesh. I was seriously turned on by the time I squirted another big dollop into my other palm. I was tingly and sensitive all over when I placed my hand on my right boob. This time I didn’t it rub it in. I massaged it in and enjoyed the attention I was giving myself.

The gap between my legs was on fire. I brought the other hand back to my left boob and gave them equal care and attention.

After creaming them for longer than was necessary, I put my hands under my dress and removed my panties. The slight breeze blew against my waxed Pussy and I shuddered with pleasure. I really wanted to touch and play with myself, but that risk was too high. Getting caught rubbing one out on a beach was one thing, but getting caught whilst pregnant was quite another.

Instead, I pulled down my dress to cover my lower half and led back flat on the towel, using my bag as a head rest. My boobs were still on display so I didn’t want to risk falling asleep. But fall asleep I did.

As soon as I closed my eyes my Horny mind took over and I started fantasising. It had been months since I had any real Sex. I started visualising myself in doggy position. I was pregnant in my fantasy and I was facing a mirror watching myself getting a good seeing to from behind. It then turned into a threesome and I was being spit roasted.

Forgetting where I actually was, I started to caress my boobs again. I rolled my nipples and became engrossed in my filthy fantasy. I then swapped my breasts for the hem of my dress and pulled it upwards. Not too much, but enough so I could slide a hand between my legs to touch, tease and rub my clit. So much for not rubbing one out.

I remember reaching an Orgasm and groaning as I withered on the towel. But the next thing I remember was a shadow over my closed eyelids. It moved a few times and gave me a sense of urgency that I needed to wake up and open my eyes. When I did open them I almost went into premature labour.

Close to the bottom of my towel stood a tall, older, athletic man. He had broad shoulders and a flat stomach. He was also only wearing a pair of tight swimming trunks. Was I still dreaming?

My hat fell from my head when I sat up, so I raised my arm across my forehead to block out the sun. My boobs jiggled before coming to their natural resting position, and then I remembered I was topless.

“Hello?” I called out, almost delirious.

“Sorry to startle you,” he spoke. I was heading back to my spot when I noticed you pregnant and alone. I was concerned you might have passed out in the sun.”

I glanced in the direction of where he had pointed to find a bag and a towel, quite far from where we were now.

Oh, uh, thanks,” I stumbled my words. “I think I’m ok,” I then giggled with embarrassment, when I realised he was enjoying a good eyeful of my pregnant, swollen boobs.

I searched for my bra and water. I needed to both cover myself up and get some fluids inside of me. But my bra was inside the tent. To not make my embarrassment any more obvious, I pulled the dress straps up and then moaned. I hadn’t put the lid back on my water properly. Beside my bag lay the fallen, empty bottle.

“Here, have mine,” he smiled, handing me down his bottle of water

“Thanks, but it’s ok,” I told him, not wanting to accept a drink from a stranger, no matter how much I needed it.

“Go on, he insisted. “It’s Hot out here and I’m sure the baby will appreciate it.”

“It has gotten hotter this afternoon, hasn’t it,” I agreed.

“Hotter than I expected, he grinned. “Much hotter.”

As I went to take the bottle I noticed him grinning at something much lower than my eye line, even lower than my boobs, which were still pretty much on show without my bra. I quickly realised my dress was up around my waist and my Pussy was on show. I didn’t mean to come across as rude, but I was growing more embarrassed by the second. I snatched the bottle and quickly pulled my dress down to cover myself. To make matters worse he had a sizeable bulge in his trunks.

“Thanks,” I blushed, before taking a big swig of water.

“Keep it,” he said, when I tried to hand it back to him. “There’s two of you.”

“That’s very kind of you,” I continued blushing.

“If you don’t mind me asking, when’s the baby due? Is it your first?”

I didn’t think I looked old enough to be on more than my first child. “Two months to go,” I smiled proudly.

The man didn’t appear to be in hurry to leave. He remained standing there, talking whilst stealing glances of my boobs. He had a direct down-blouse view and his bulge was still present inside his trunks. Suddenly, I started to feel Horny again. Damn you hormones!

“You and your partner must be excited, I imagine. My two kids have grown up and flown the nest, as they say,”

“I’m a single mum to be, and yes, I’m very excited… and tired. And you don’t look old enough to have fully grown kids!” I didn’t mean to come across as a flirt. I really wasn’t flirting.

We both laughed before he apologised for my being single. He told me he was fifty and that he regularly swam in the sea. He also sympathised how hard it must be for me before he listened with a smile, as I slagged my ex off and insisted on doing it alone. All the while we unashamedly stole glances of each other’s assets. Although, I don’t think stealing was the right word. It was more obvious and welcomed actually.

“I admire your courage, young lady. But if you don’t mind me saying, your ex is an idiot.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I laughed in agreement, relaxing into our conversation.

“If you were my lady you’d have a ring on that finger by now. Again, if you don’t mind me saying, you’re beautiful and very radiant,” he flirted. He definitely flirted.

I blushed hard and squeaked a weird kind of groan. I was melting over his compliments and my Pussy was on fire again. But I wasn’t that easy!

“I don’t think your Wife would approve,” I laughed, despite noticing his fingers held no rings

“Divorced ten years. Happily divorced I might add.” It was his turn to laugh, until he stopped and gave me his name. “I’m Reggie by the way, but my friends call me Reg.”

“Bethan, but my friends call me Beth.”

“Which do you prefer? I prefer Bethan, it’s a lovely name.”

“Thanks, but I don’t mind really.”

“Bethan it is then,” he grinned. Well, it was lovely to meet you, Bethan. I could spend all day talking to a beautiful lady such as yourself, but I better leave you alone. You don’t want an old man like me keeping you from sunning yourself.”

I couldn’t believe I said it but I did. Hormones! “You’re welcome to stay and join me if you like.”

“Are you sure?” He seemed more surprised than me.

“Uhhhh,” I struggled, realising what I had just said, but finding myself unable to back down. “Sure.”

Reggie darted off to collect his belongings. I asked myself what the hell I was playing at, but watching his muscle-toned legs and backside had me coming over all giddy. So I decided to enjoy the attention, it wasn’t as if we were going to end up shagging!

He returned a few minutes later and set up his towel next to mine. Despite our age difference the sexual chemistry was undeniable.

“You really don’t mind me joining you?” he checked for the last time.

“Honestly, it’s ok,” I blushed.

“You really are beautiful, Bethan. I hope you’re ok with me saying that. I wouldn’t want you to feel threatened by my compliments.”

I blushed again. “I appreciate the compliments. Most days I feel like shit, so it’s nice to be told I’m beautiful, even if I don’t think it myself.”

“I understand. Pregnancy takes its toll on a woman. So much going on inside your body.”

“Ain’t that the truth!”

“I genuinely was concerned at first though. I thought I’d have to call an ambulance when I saw a pregnant woman flat on the beach.”

“At first?”

“Well yeah. But then as I got closer I urm… well, you looked like you had… everything under control.”

I turned away laughing. We both blushed, me more so.

“Don’t be shy, you made this old fella happy!” he chuckled.

I turned back, shocked that we were talking like this, but also amused. I felt in control. Not in control of Reggie, but in control of myself now.

“I’m not shy,” I giggled.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Bethan.”

“You didn’t,” I lied. “Perhaps a little bit. But no more than how I embarrassed myself. It wasn’t my intention to get lost on the beach.”

“You didn’t look lost to me. Quite the opposite actually. I admire your confidence. My ex-Wife and I used to visit nudist beaches in the south of France. We weren’t swingers or anything like that, but there is something very liberating about being naked on a beach.”

“Would you believe me if I said today is the first time I’ve ever gone topless?”

Reggie looked deep into my eyes, his gaze searching. I felt he was looking into my soul. He was a very handsome older man. His deep, blue eyes made me weak inside.

“If you say it’s the truth then I believe you. And I say welcome to the club.”

“The club? I’m not suddenly going to become a nudist!” I laughed at the thought.

“Be honest with me, Bethan. If I hadn’t disturbed you today, would you still be relaxing as I found you?”

I nodded, no longer blushing or feeling embarrassed. I felt we were pushing past that point. “If the beach was still empty then yes. Yes I would still be… you know.”

Reggie dropped his gaze to my chest and then raised it back up to meet mine. My Pussy twitched and my nipples tingled. He had just given my boobs a clear and obvious acknowledgement.

“I’ll go nude if you do,” he smirked, with a raised eyebrow. “No pressure,” he then chuckled, making light of his suggestion.

“I can’t go nude!” I shrieked, although I wanted to. “If somebody suddenly comes onto the beach I won’t be able to dress quick enough.”

“Well, if my eyes weren’t deceiving me when I found you, and they aren’t deceiving me right now,” he paused and glanced quickly at my heavy, bra-less boobs again. “You’re only wearing that lovely, yellow dress.”

A big grin broke out across my face and I looked down at the sand between my legs, thinking. Wow! How the hell did a relaxing day at the beach, by myself, develop into this crazy situation?

I looked up at Reggie and found him waiting for me to either say something or make the next move. He was right, I was only wearing a dress.

Brazen as you like, brimming with confidence I had never experienced before, only god knows where it came from, I inhaled a deep breath and reached for my shoulder straps.

Reggie inhaled to, deeply through his nose. He was excited. So was I. Then I casually pulled the straps down my arms to expose my chest to the sun once more.

“Are you joining me, or not?” I smiled, laying flat on my back and pulling my dress up to beneath my baby bump.

“Certainly,” he grinned, hooking his thumbs into the sides of his trunks.

What felt like electric shocks, bolted from the base of my spine and up into my head. I was instantly aroused. I’m lying. I was already aroused. My arousal instantly turned into a serious case of Horny hormones. But we still weren’t going to shag!

Then, I sat up and watched. I couldn’t help it as Reggie pulled down his trunks. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips before my mouth fell open and I was left staring in amazement.

“It’s rude to stare at strangers,” he laughed, revealing a semi-erect cock, that was already more than big enough.

“Sorry,” I blushed, but I didn’t remove my eyes from his length, that was now resting on his thigh as he turned onto his side to face me.

“I’m teasing you. You did say you weren’t shy.”

My blood pressure, heart rate and breathing went up, not to mention my body temperature, which was already feeling the heat from the sun. My nipples hardened and became super sensitive from the rush of blood, which I could also feel pumping into my Pussy lips and clit. I was turned on far more than earlier.

“I’m not shy!” I stood my ground, but the sudden kicking against my swollen tummy told the truth, and my Pussy began to expand and lubricate. I was a hormonal mess.

Reggie, even more brazen than I had been, picked up my sun cream and squirted a generous amount into his hand. Very skilfully, I thought, he managed to squirt a second generous amount into his other hand. My bodily functions went into overdrive as I watched him walk on his knees to go behind me, with his large, cream drenched hands full of intention.

“What are you doing?” I muttered, knowing full well what he was doing.

“Last thing you need is sunburn.”

I bit down on my lower lip and waited for the coldness to reach my skin. Reggie gently applied the cream to my neck and shoulders and I jolted, causing my big boobs to jut forwards. He then gently smoothed his hands down my arms, and turned my breathing into short, sharp gasps in the process.

We didn’t talk in those moments, and Reggie took my silence as a sign to continue. He was experienced enough to know I was enjoying it.

Very gently, he sank his fingers into my shoulders and started to massage them. It was a wonderful, relaxing experience and I closed my eyes. It lasted maybe five minutes before he smoothed his hands down my arms again, before resting them on my hips. Reggie then paused. I opened my eyes and bit down on my lower lip again.

His hands slowly slid up my sides towards my boobs. I waited with increased excitement, but when Reggie reached them, he slid his hands forwards onto my bump. I was stunned, confused. It felt like an invasion of privacy, which was absolutely ridiculous given our state of undress on a public beach.

However, it was my bump. My baby. As I fought with my confusion, Reggie rubbed sun cream into my swollen belly and I began to relax again. He then turned his shoulders inwards and used his arms against my front to gently pull me back against him. Oh boy, he was good!

I went with it until suddenly I was laying back against him at a forty-five degree angle. My legs were lazily flat out on the towel with my toes facing the sea. He had a perfect birds eye view of my boobs.

Suddenly, Reggie stopped and picked up my bottle of sun cream. I kept my eyes closed, hearing the sounds of squirting again. This time he did touch my boobs, massaging the cream into them.

Paying attention to Reggie, for the first time since his ‘massage’ had started, I noticed his breathing had quickened. He was aroused. I then realised I had something hard digging into my back. I giggled. But we still weren’t going to shag!

A slight, welcome breeze came up the beach from the sea, and I relaxed a little deeper. My knees turned outwards and I spread my legs a few inches for comfort. Suddenly that breeze didn’t feel so slight. Just as it did earlier, it rushed between my legs and kissed my Pussy. My lips were so wet it felt cold and soothing.

I was enjoying it so much I preyed for the beach to remain deserted. The kicking in my stomach started again and I opened my eyes. I glanced down without moving my head and watched Reggie’s older, experienced hands squeezing and groping my boobs. He was no longer massaging them.

The kicking baby inside of me was then accompanied with flutters of butterflies, when Reggie leaned right over me and pushed on the insides of my thighs. My legs spread wide, totally exposing my Pussy to the beach and sea.