Our First Night.

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

I 'm about 5 foot 8, average flesh, enceinte breasts, clean skin, and brown hair just below my shoulder joint. I have always loved tending from attractive men. Even love a good challenge to get their attention too. I am splice, and my husband is ok with me having a fan on the side.

Over the succeeding year I grew closer with one of the doctors I worked with. He was always teaching me and explaining stuff to me, expanding my breast feeding knowledge. He is a few years aged than me, a smidge shorter than me, has a shaved head, and a athletic sexy consistence. We were always joking with each other and having a good time at employment, but kept it professional. I began to await forward to when he was in the office or when he would scream, and began to experience an attracton toward him. He is confident, smart, and has such charisma when he talks. He is so sort and humble. He is a great teacher and pushes me to be a better nursemaid, 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 want to have some fun with me.

One dark a workfellow was having a going away company at a bar. I was n't planning on going, but another colleague convinced me to go. I texted the MD and let him know we were going out and he should end 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 feast to go to. He was looking handsome and smelling so just. I am a soft touch for a good smell man, one of my failing, it makes a man so much more attractive if he smells good. He bought us a gibe of something top ledge, then abruptly left for his banquet. My co-worker and I stayed there drinking, talking, and having a salutary time. A duad hours later someone mentioned that I should text him to add up back and buy to a greater extent guessing. So I did, and to my surprisal he said he would block 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 drink and a duo scene. He ordered more shooter, I had one or two more, and was felling pretty good. Others started to result. 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 drive me where ever we went. This also gave me a little meter to be alone with him. We talked the whole way to the restaurant, about nothing specific or personal. Meeting a few friends at the restaurant. He sat next to me at the board. I wanted to reach out and come to 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 picayune. The restaurant was near shutdown clock time, and we all started to pass on. As we were leaving I was looking forward to being alone with him again. I wanted to mouth more with him, to see if I could get a feel for if I should evidence 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 fourth dimension to clock time to tell him something, something he did n't already love, something interesting about myself. Well this time I asked him to tell me something, something no one else knew about him. He told me a very deep and personal write up. I felt honored that he shared that report 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 flighty, but the alcohol left in my system gave me some courage. I told him about the spread 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 idea, I said `` yes ''. He said `` who ? ``, I was anxious to say it was him, so I said `` mortal ''. He insisted again `` who ? ''. I thought wow he 's not gon na give up and well it 's now or never, so I said `` you ''.

There was an minute of awkward muteness. I kind of feel that was the answer he wanted to hear, but was shocked to actually hear the reply that it was him. He told me he was flattered, followed by some more awkward muteness. We then talked a bit more, I do n't remember what about because I was in shock I told him I wanted to kip with him, plus the alcohol 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 nervous, relieved, and excited all at the same time. I shook my head and nervously yet excitedly said yes. We leaned toward each other and kissed. His lips are so soft, he kissed me so passionately, have n't been kissed like that in forever. He is a peachy kisser, I could kiss him for hours.

Then his manpower started to bear upon my soundbox. He touched my chest, then between my leg. I touched him, felt that he was hard for me. I could n't believe this was happening. In the center of all this I heard people outside the car, so he moved the car to the back of the empty parking lot. Once parked, everything happened so fast. My behind got leaned back, our clothes came off, and he was on top of me. He entered me, fitting so nicely and feeling so good inside me. The hale time we never stopped kissing. Our faces touching, our breathing spell on each other 's lips. He told me he could do this all night, and I sure wanted him to. I let him know how good he felt inside me, and he agreed. He kissed my boob, telling me they were gorgeous. I was so turned on and he felt so good, I could palpate my dead body nearing its loss. He filled me with so lots lovingness and joy. Before I knew it I was climaxing. Then touching his body, feeling his smashed ass as he thrusted into me, he came too. To my surprisal and pleasure he stayed hard and kept on fucking me.

Time seemed to remain firm still, we were unmindful to anything else as we were intertwined in each former. His touches and kisses were amazing. With him thrusting between my peg, our faces touching, our lips enjoying each others, hands above our top dog with our fingers 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 binding ass, making way. I climbed to the binding, he told me to suck him back hard. I learned over, grabbed his peter and took him into my oral fissure. I am not one to get laid giving head, but I loved sucking, licking, and kissing him. He tasted just, and I loved the smell 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 enough room. The infinite in the car was not working in our party favour. I turned over and before I knew it he was going down on me. It felt so good, his tongue and mouth on my clit, then he then stuck his finger's breadth in me, which drove me crazy. I asked for him to bed me more, but the backseat did not provide the outer 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 legs. He ran his fingerbreadth up and down my consistence, 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 touches me. After a little while we got dressed and back to the front seats. He drove me over to my truck, he kissed me again, and as I got out he told me to keep this between us, I agreed, and have kept him my deary hole-and-corner ever since.

I got in my truck and force away, heading home. I replayed the last couple hours we spent together in his car, in skepticism. With each view of him, how he touched me, and how he felt inside me. I got butterflies in my venter, and a tingle between my peg. There is so a great deal more I want to do with him, and so much more fun to be had with him. I want to research his organic structure, to find what he likes, ways to to delight him, and myself with him. I want to go down him again, to find him get hard for me, and to watch his look as I go down on him. I want him to touch my body and tease me, to osculate me all over. I want to ride him, for him to take me from behind and deplumate my pilus, taste my ass, pinch/bite my nipples, maybe choke me a fiddling, tie me up, just fuck me till I ca n't walk no more. Not asking too practically ... just hope he wants to have Thomas 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 want to go along having fun with me. Time would tell .