Offer to go for a walk on the beach?

“Well, why don’t we go for a nice walk on the beach?” I said taking her hand.

“Sounds like a plan.” Holly answered following me as I led her through the overpass and through the trees on the other side.

The pass seemed to be the closest thing to a beach access in the town. Since the highway ran along the coast at this point, and for several miles north it was a safe bet that we could walk north for some time before running out of empty beach. Slowly we headed down the shoreline stopping every so often so that she could catch her breath. As we walked, the beach began to be dotted by large chunks of concrete and rocks that had been part of some long forgotten pier blown apart in a storm. Most of the pieces were ragged and covered with barnacles giving them a fierce look in the moon. From my point of view she was carrying a heavy burden and I didn’t mind stopping. But after walking for almost an hour and a half, I was getting concerned with how she was waddling and holding her belly. So at the next stop, I had to ask if she was okay.

“You okay?” I asked noticing that her large t-shirt had a slight wet sheen under the moonlight.

“Yeah.” She said taking several deep breaths. “Just suddenly really need to pee.”

“Oh, well…” I stammered knowing that there wasn’t a toilet anywhere near us even if we were standing at the car.

“Do, you mind if I just squat right here, or should I go in the water?”

“Whatever makes you more comfortable?” I said with a coy grin.

“It’s a little late for that.” She said lifting up her shirt and popping the buttons on her shorts. “If I wanted comfort I wouldn’t be carrying a bowling ball on top of my already small bladder.” She chuckled as she made a quick motion and squatted using a large rock to support her back.

“How far along are you?” I asked turning my back and trying to not look at her as she began peeing with astounding ****.

“Oh, God!” She moaned with pleasure before answering. “You don’t want to know?” She grunted as the sound of the stream waned.

“Why do you say that?” I asked turning back as I thought she was finished, but was surprised to see her still squatting as she rubbed her side.

“Because.” She grunted trying to get her feet planted as they slid on the sugary sand. “You wouldn’t want to be out her if you knew that.”

“Really, how do you know?”

“Trust me. Besides, you certainty won’t want to do,” She paused for a moment, “What I hope you will want to do if you knew.”

“Is that why you haven’t gotten up?” I asked hoping the answer was yes.

“Actually, I’m just stuck, but it is on my mind.” She said with a tone that told me she may have been blushing.

“Want me to take a look?” I asked moving closer.

“Sure, but I think the problem is right between my ass.” She answered almost laughing.

Slowly I bent down trying to see why she was stuck but was unable due to the week light as the moon seemed to hide behind several thick clouds. Something had caught hold of her shirt and was keeping her from getting up. “Hold on,” I said trying to pull her shirt free. “Let me try to get it from a different angle.”

“As long as you don’t mind getting that close to a loaded pussy.” She laughed pulling up her shirt over her belly.

“Not at all.” I laughed as I slid my hand right under her pussy feeling the slight moisture of her pubic hair. Her pussy was amazingly kept, even for the fact that she could barely see over her massively huge dome of a belly. After feeling around for a bit I found that her shirt had snagged just at the hemline on a sharp rock snag.

“Jesus, finger me anymore and you might as well fuck me here and now.” She said groping my chest as I pulled her shirt free.

“Here let me help you up.” I said getting to my feet and pulling her up as we squeezed together. At once I felt a sudden wetness against my shirt.

“Oh sorry.” She said pulling back realizing what was happening. “I’ve been leaking something fierce over the last few days”

“Really? That’s what it is.” I asked pulling her back.

“Yeah. It’s sort of the reason I took off my bra. I thought not having the pressure on them would slow it down.” She grunted squeezing her breasts and causing each one to glisten in the dim light.

I wanted to pull her back to me again as my dick strained against my shorts from the past few minutes but all I could manage was a perfunctory, “Yeah.”

“But I guess this might help.” She said as she pulled off her shirt revealing her dark but very erect nipples crowing soft white globes of her breasts. “So.” She said turning to me. “You want to swim or have sex?”