Our offset Night.

I'm a nurse and had just got a new job in a new office. Everything was going skilful, I liked the citizenry and the physician I worked with, and the work I did. Everything was going great in life.

I 'm about 5 foot 8, norm flesh, large breasts, mediocre skin, and chocolate-brown fuzz just below my shoulders. I have always loved attention from attractive men. Even love a skillful challenge to get their attention too. I am married, and my husband is ok with me having a lover on the side.

Over the next year I grew closer with one of the Dr. I worked with. He was always teaching me and explaining stuff to me, expanding my nursing knowledge. He is a few twelvemonth older than me, a smidge shorter than me, has a shaved head, and a athletic sexy body. We were always joking with each other and having a thoroughly time at piece of work, but kept it professional. I began to count forward to when he was in the office or when he would cry, and began to feel an attracton toward him. He is surefooted, bright, and has such charisma when he talks. He is so variety and humble. He is a great teacher and pushes me to be a better nurse, and I love that a lot. Not only is he physically attractive to me, his personality is so attractive too. I knew someday, somehow, I would let him know about my attraction to him, and hoped he would need to experience some fun with me.

One night a colleague was having a going away party at a bar. I was n't planning on going, but another colleague convinced me to go. I texted the Dr. and let him know we were going out and he should stop by for a drink. I was elated to see him already at the bar when we walked in. I was wearing my scrubs from work, as I had not been home yet. He was dressed nice, as he had some dinner party banquet to go to. He was looking handsome and smelling so good. I am a patsy for a good smell man, one of my helplessness, it makes a man so much more attractive if he smells unspoiled. He bought us a gibe of something top shelf, then abruptly left for his banquet. My colleague and I stayed there drinking, talking, and having a estimable time. A yoke 60 minutes later mortal mentioned that I should text him to total back and buy more shots. So I did, and to my surprise he said he would turn back back by.

It was just about 2 hours later he showed back up. By this time I was pretty buzzed. I had already had 6 or 7 drinks and a duet slam. He ordered more jibe, I had one or two more, and was felling pretty good. Others started to will. He said he was hungry and wanted to get something to eat, since it was late the kitchen was closed where we were, and we could n't eat there. It was decided we were going elsewhere to eat, and since I was in no circumstance to repel, I told him he had to drive me where ever we went. This also gave me a little time to be alone with him. We talked the unhurt way to the restaurant, about naught particular or personal. Meeting a few admirer at the eating place. He sat next to me at the table. I wanted to arrive at out and touch him, and kiss him, but we were n't alone, plus I did n't take in the braveness to at that time.

It was toward the end of the meal, I was sobering up ... a short. The eating house was near closing prison term, and we all started to allow. As we were leaving I was looking forward to being alone with him again. I wanted to verbalize more with him, to see if I could get a feel for if I should tell him about my attraction to him. I got in the car with him, and off we drove back to my truck.

He would severalise me from sentence to meter to tell him something, something he did n't already know, something interesting about myself. Well this clip I asked him to order me something, something no one else knew about him. He told me a very deep and personal story. I felt honored that he shared that news report with me and trusted me with it.

Then as we pulled up to my truck, he asked me to order him something. I was so nervous, but the alcohol left in my system gave me some courage. I told him about the open relationship I have with my husband. That I am allowed to have sex with whom ever I want, and that my husband is ok with it. He asked if I had anyone in mind, I said `` yes ''. He said `` who ? ``, I was nervous to say it was him, so I said `` person ''. He insisted again `` who ? ''. I thought wow he 's not gon na sacrifice up and well it 's now or never, so I said `` you ''.

There was an moment of cumbersome silence. I variety of feel that was the solvent he wanted to take heed, but was shocked to actually hear the answer that it was him. He told me he was flattered, followed by some more ungainly secrecy. We then talked a bit more, I do n't remember what about because I was in seismic disturbance I told him I wanted to sleep with him, plus the alcoholic drink still had me feeling some type of way. Then he asked me if he could kiss me, I could n't believe he asked me that. I had so many emotions going through me. I was aflutter, relieved, and excited all at the same meter. I shook my head and nervously yet excitedly said yes. We leaned toward each other and kissed. His lips are so subdued, he kissed me so passionately, have n't been kissed like that in forever. He is a heavy kisser, I could buss him for hours.

Then his bridge player started to touch my body. He touched my white meat, then between my legs. I touched him, felt that he was hard for me. I could n't trust this was happening. In the center of all this I heard masses outside the car, so he moved the car to the back of the empty parking lot. Once parked, everything happened so fast. My rump got leaned back, our dress came off, and he was on top of me. He entered me, fitting so nicely and feeling so good inside me. The whole meter we never stopped kissing. Our faces touching, our breath on each former 's lips. He told me he could do this all dark, and I sure wanted him to. I let him sleep with how good he felt inside me, and he agreed. He kissed my breast, telling me they were gorgeous. I was so turned on and he felt so just, I could feel my consistency nearing its spillage. He filled me with so much lovingness and pleasure. Before I knew it I was climaxing. Then touching his soundbox, feeling his tight ass as he thrusted into me, he came too. To my surprisal and pleasure he stayed intemperately and kept on fucking me.

clock time seemed to stand still, we were unmindful to anything else as we were intertwined in each other. His touches and candy kiss were amazing. With him thrusting between my legs, our faces touch, our lips enjoying each others, hands above our heads with our fingerbreadth interlocked, he came again. I told him I wanted to get on top and ride him, I love being on top, having control. He moved to the vertebral column seat, making elbow room. I climbed to the spine, he told me to suck him back hard. I learned over, grabbed his shaft and took him into my mouth. I am not one to screw giving nous, but I loved sucking, licking, and kissing him. He tasted good, and I loved the feeling him getting hard in my mouth. I hope to be able to do that again someday. Once he was hard I moved to wax on top of him. I tried and wanted to so bad, but there was n't enough room. The space in the car was not working in our favor. I turned over and before I knew it he was going down on me. It felt so good, his tongue and backtalk on my clitoris, then he then stuck his finger in me, which drove me crazy. I asked for him to fuck me more, but the backseat did not put up the space we needed. He told me that this was too be continued ... I hoped it would be.

I laid there across the backseat with him sitting between my leg. He ran his finger up and down my body, telling me I had a beautiful body. This man is something else. I felt totally comfortable with him. I love the way he looks at me and adjoin me. After a short while we got dressed and back to the battlefront seat. He drove me over to my truck, he kissed me again, and as I got out he told me to go on this between us, I agreed, and have kept him my favorite mystery ever since.

I got in my hand truck and drove away, heading home. I replayed the go couple time of day we spent together in his car, in mental rejection. With each persuasion of him, how he touched me, and how he felt inside me. I got butterflies in my venter, and a tingle between my leg. There is so much more I want to do with him, and so much more fun to be had with him. I want to explore his body, to find what he likes, ways to to please him, and myself with him. I want to go down him again, to palpate him get hard for me, and to look on his typeface as I go down on him. I want him to equal my trunk and twit me, to kiss me all over. I want to turn on him, for him to consume me from behind and take out my hair, smack my ass, pinch/bite my nipples, maybe choke me a piddling, tie me up, just have intercourse me till I ca n't walk no more. Not asking too much ... just hope he wants to have more fun. I knew things would be different between us from now on. I hoped he did n't regret it, and that he would desire to remain having fun with me. Time would secernate .