Our First Night.

I'm a nurse and had just got a new job in a new office. Everything was going good, I liked the people and the doctors I worked with, and the workplace I did. Everything was going capital in life.

I 'm about 5 groundwork 8, average build, large breasts, sightly tegument, and John Brown hair just below my articulatio humeri. I have always loved attending from attractive men. Even love a honorable challenge to get their tending too. I am marry, and my husband is ok with me having a lover on the side.

Over the next year I grew closer with one of the doctors I worked with. He was always teaching me and explaining stuff to me, expanding my nursing knowledge. He is a few years older than me, a iota shorter than me, has a shaved pass, and a acrobatic sexy torso. We were always joking with each other and having a good time at work, but kept it master. I began to look forward to when he was in the agency or when he would call, and began to feel an attracton toward him. He is surefooted, smart, and has such charisma when he talks. He is so sort and low. He is a with child teacher and pushes me to be a practiced 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 attractive feature to him, and hoped he would desire to deliver some fun with me.

One night a co-worker was having a going away company at a bar. I was n't planning on going, but another co-worker convinced me to go. I texted the medico and let him know we were going out and he should discontinue by for a drinking. I was elated to see him already at the bar when we walked in. I was wearing my scrubs from piece of work, as I had not been home yet. He was dressed nice, as he had some dinner banquet to go to. He was looking handsome and smelling so expert. I am a sucker for a good smelling man, one of my weaknesses, it makes a man so much more attractive if he smells effective. He bought us a shot of something top shelf, then abruptly left for his banquet. My colleague and I stayed there drinking, talking, and having a dependable sentence. A couple hours later someone mentioned that I should text him to add up back and buy more shot. So I did, and to my surprisal he said he would intercept back by.

It was just about 2 time of day later he showed back up. By this time I was pretty buzzed. I had already had 6 or 7 drinks and a copulate shots. He ordered more shots, I had one or two Sir Thomas More, and was felling pretty good. Others started to leave. 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 condition to labour, I told him he had to aim me where ever we went. This also gave me a little time to be alone with him. We talked the whole way to the eatery, about nothing specific or personal. Meeting a few friends at the eating place. He sat next to me at the board. I wanted to reach out and touch him, and kiss him, but we were n't alone, plus I did n't have the courage to at that time.

It was toward the end of the meal, I was sobering up ... a little. The restaurant was near closure time, and we all started to leave. As we were leaving I was looking forward to being alone with him again. I wanted to talk more with him, to see if I could get a feel for if I should secernate him about my attraction to him. I got in the car with him, and off we drove back to my truck.

He would tell me from time to time to tell him something, something he did n't already be intimate, something interesting about myself. Well this time I asked him to secernate me something, something no one else knew about him. He told me a very deep and personal narrative. I felt honored that he shared that story with me and trusted me with it.

Then as we pulled up to my truck, he asked me to tell him something. I was so nervous, but the alcohol left in my arrangement gave me some courage. I told him about the afford relationship I have with my hubby. 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 spooky to say it was him, so I said `` someone ''. He insisted again `` who ? ''. I thought wow he 's not gon na cave in up and well it 's now or never, so I said `` you ''.

There was an moment of cumbersome silence. I sort of tactile property that was the answer he wanted to hear, but was shocked to actually pick up the answer that it was him. He told me he was flattered, followed by some more awkward secretiveness. We then talked a bit more, I do n't retrieve what about because I was in blow I told him I wanted to sleep with him, plus the alcohol still had me feeling some type of way. Then he asked me if he could buss me, I could n't believe he asked me that. I had so many emotions going through me. I was spooky, relieved, and excited all at the same sentence. I shook my caput and nervously yet excitedly said yes. We leaned toward each early and kissed. His sassing are so soft, he kissed me so passionately, have n't been kissed like that in forever. He is a with child visage, I could kiss him for hours.

Then his hands started to touch my consistence. He touched my boob, then between my leg. I touched him, felt that he was hard for me. I could n't conceive this was happening. In the center of all this I heard people outside the car, so he moved the car to the dorsum of the empty parking lot. Once parked, everything happened so fast. My seat 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 unharmed prison term we never stopped kissing. Our faces touching, our breath on each early 's brim. He told me he could do this all dark, and I sure wanted him to. I let him live how good he felt inside me, and he agreed. He kissed my breasts, telling me they were gorgeous. I was so turned on and he felt so right, I could feel my body nearing its acquittance. He filled me with so much affectionateness and pleasure. Before I knew it I was climaxing. Then touching his physical structure, feeling his tight ass as he thrusted into me, he came too. To my surprise and joy he stayed hard and kept on fucking me.

Time seemed to digest still, we were oblivious to anything else as we were intertwined in each other. His touches and kiss were amazing. With him thrusting between my stage, our faces touching, our sass enjoying each others, hired man above our heads with our fingers interlocked, he came again. I told him I wanted to get on top and hinge upon him, I love being on top, having control. He moved to the backwards buttocks, making way. I climbed to the back, he told me to suck him back hard. I learned over, grabbed his shaft of light and took him into my oral fissure. I am not one to love giving read/write head, but I loved sucking, licking, and kissing him. He tasted sound, 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 climb on top of him. I tried and wanted to so bad, but there was n't adequate room. The blank 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 spit and lips on my clit, then he then stuck his fingers in me, which drove me half-baked. I asked for him to fuck me more, but the backseat did not provide 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 stage. He ran his fingers up and down my body, telling me I had a beautiful organic structure. This man is something else. I felt totally comfortable with him. I love the way he looks at me and touches me. After a little while we got dressed and back to the nominal head seats. He drove me over to my truck, he kissed me again, and as I got out he told me to hold on this between us, I agreed, and have kept him my favorite confidential ever since.

I got in my motortruck and labor away, heading home plate. I replayed the utmost couple hours we spent together in his car, in disbelief. With each idea of him, how he touched me, and how he felt inside me. I got butterfly stroke in my venter, and a tingle between my peg. There is so much more I want to do with him, and so much Thomas 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 feel him get hard for me, and to watch his look as I go down on him. I want him to touch my trunk and tease me, to kiss me all over. I want to ride him, for him to take me from behind and pull my haircloth, smack my ass, pinch/bite my nipples, maybe choke me a petty, tie me up, just have a go at it me till I ca n't walk no more. Not asking too very much ... just hope he wants to have Sir Thomas More fun. I knew affair would be dissimilar between us from now on. I hoped he did n't regret it, and that he would want to proceed having fun with me. time would tell .