Shopping for my pregnant wife

I had been sent to the mall once again for something else for my wife. I am not sure why I should buy these things since she does not want to wear anything that I pick out on my own. I have been given a piece of paper with three things on it. She said this would be all I needed so just hand it to the cashier and they will do the rest. The only thing was with the dress which was the third thing on the list I needed to make sure it was the right size. She gave me a piece of string that I was to use to measure it from side to side without stretching it. And If the string fit on the inside of the dress then it would be the right size and buy it. I felt stupid with a piece of string so there was no fucking way I was doing that.

Just the general attitude of the day had been pretty shitty so I was not happy to be out running errands. I got to the mall and it was not crowded. Thank goodness for that. Getting a parking spot up front was a nice bit of icing on a shit cake of a day so far.

I made it to the maternity store and there was no one in there as per usual really. I walked in and was greeted with a very pleasant “Hello sir, welcome and if there is anything I can do for you don’t hesitate to let me know.”

“Thank you.” I said as I worked my way to where I thought I needed to be.

Pretty much right off the bat I saw that I had no idea where anything was, and I was going to have to get help. I hate asking for help when it is something like this. I like to do things myself. I eat my pride for a second and walk over to the cash register.

As I approach the cashier and I meet eyes. She is probably in her mid 20’s and about 5 foot 5. Very dark long hair, that curls around her face. A small but toned body that I could only see down to her breasts, which were at least small D’s. She was a smaller framed girl so even C’s would have looked pretty impressive. Her eyes were green and (the best way I can describe them is) sharp. They commanded your attention and seduced you right away.

“Hello sir. Can I help you with anything?” she said as smiling.

“Uh, yeah, My…….. Uh, I need some things and I was given a list.” I handed her the list and said, “Can you find these things for me?” I said it in a way that I was very busy and did not have time for this.

She without any attitude looked at the list and smiled and said, “Absolutely sir. You just wait right here, and I will go get these for you.” She turned to her right and started walking out from behind the counted. She made it to the edge of the counter, and I saw that she was pregnant. From what I could see of her from the cleavage up maybe 5 seconds ago you would not have guessed in a thousand years that she was pregnant but now I see that she was at least 7 or 8 months pregnant.

For some reason this turned me on. My wife was at home 8 months pregnant right now and she was not getting it going downstairs as they say, but this woman just walked out and I was rising to the occasion to the fullest. I saw her belly and my pants started to get tight right away, to the point that I knew it was time to start finding new ways to stand or find a reason to readjust.

“Oh, how far along are you?” I said as if the question came out without me telling it to.

“8 months, and I am so excited.” She said as she locked my eyes and smiled so big. I had never seen that glow as people say as much as I was seeing right now.

“You look amazing.” I said as if someone was inside me running my speech function without my permission.