Message Sue

I walked toward the back of the car park, phone already in my hand.

Me: Just happened. The pregnant woman from the gym wants me to eat her out in her car. Tinted windows. She’s married. Husband’s away. I’m heading to her car now.

I didn’t even make it to the car before Sue replied.

Sue: Jesus, Ryan.

Sue: Do not take her back to your place. Bad idea with married women. Too much risk if her husband comes home early or she leaves something behind.

Sue: Car is smarter. Keep it there.

Sue: And tell me everything after. I mean it.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket just as I reached Mia’s car — a dark SUV parked in the far corner of the lot, exactly like she said. Tinted windows. Quiet. No one else around at this hour.

I leaned against the side of it and waited.

Two minutes later she appeared, gym bag over her shoulder, still in the black tank top and leggings. Her belly looked even bigger now that she wasn’t working out. She spotted me, didn’t say anything, just clicked her key fob.

The back door unlocked with a soft thunk.

I didn’t waste time.

I opened the back door, took her bag from her and tossed it into the front seat, then guided her inside. She climbed in without hesitation, shifting across the seat until she was leaning back against the door on the far side. The dome light stayed off.

I followed her in and shut the door behind me.

The second it clicked shut, I reached for her.

My hands went straight to the waistband of her leggings. I hooked my fingers under the fabric and yanked them down, along with her underwear, in one rough motion. She lifted her hips to help, breathing already shaky.

Her leggings and panties ended up around one ankle. Her legs spread as much as the space allowed.

And there she was — heavily pregnant, belly rising high and round in the dim light, pussy already glistening between her thick thighs.

I didn’t tease.

I pushed her legs wider, leaned down, and dragged my tongue straight through her folds.

Mia let out a sharp, choked moan, one hand flying to the back of my head while the other gripped the door handle. Her belly shifted with every breath, the tight skin warm against my forehead as I buried my face between her legs.

She tasted clean and slightly sweet from the workout. I licked her slowly at first, then harder, focusing on her clit while two fingers slid inside her. She was already wet — really wet.

“Fuck—” she gasped, hips jerking.

I kept going. One hand stayed on her inner thigh, holding her open, while the other roamed up over the heavy curve of her belly. I stroked it while I sucked on her clit, feeling how tight and full she was.

Mia’s moans got louder, less controlled. Her free hand kept moving between gripping my hair and clutching at her own belly, like she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Please— just like that—”

I didn’t.

I licked and sucked and fucked her with my fingers until her thighs started shaking around my head. Her belly rose and fell rapidly under my palm. When she came, it was sudden and hard — her whole body tightening, a broken moan tearing out of her as her pussy clenched around my fingers and flooded my tongue.

I kept licking her through it, gentler now, until she finally pushed weakly at my head.

“Too much— fuck—”

I pulled back, breathing hard, my face wet. Mia was slumped against the door, one hand still resting on her belly, legs spread, leggings still around one ankle. She looked wrecked in the best way.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the car was our breathing.

Then Mia let out a soft, breathless laugh.

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, eyes half-lidded. “I haven’t come like that in months.”

She looked down at me, still between her spread thighs, and gave me a lazy, satisfied smile.

“I’m fucking starving now.”