Our First Night.

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

I 'm about 5 metrical foot 8, average physical body, large tit, fair skin, and brown hair just below my shoulders. I have always loved attention from attractive men. Even have it away a good challenge to get their attention too. I am espouse, and my husband is ok with me having a buff on the side.

Over the adjacent twelvemonth I grew closer with one of the Doctor I worked with. He was always teaching me and explaining poppycock to me, expanding my breast feeding knowledge. He is a few yr honest-to-goodness than me, a smidgin shorter than me, has a shaved psyche, and a athletic sexy physical structure. We were always joking with each other and having a good time at work, but kept it professional person. I began to reckon forward to when he was in the place or when he would call, and began to feel an attracton toward him. He is confident, smart, and has such charisma when he talks. He is so kind and menial. He is a groovy teacher and pushes me to be a punter 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 attractiveness to him, and hoped he would want to have some fun with me.

One Nox 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 physician and let him have it away we were going out and he should stop by for a swallow. I was elated to see him already at the bar when we walked in. I was wearing my chaparral from work, as I had not been home yet. He was dressed nice, as he had some dinner spread to go to. He was looking handsome and smelling so good. I am a sucker for a good smelling man, one of my weakness, it makes a man so much more attractive if he smells good. He bought us a guessing of something top shelf, then abruptly left for his banquet. My co-worker and I stayed there drinking, talking, and having a good clock time. A couple hours later someone mentioned that I should text him to fare back and buy more shots. So I did, and to my surprise he said he would terminate 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 crapulence and a brace shots. He ordered more shooting, I had one or two more, and was felling pretty good. Others started to leave. He said he was athirst 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 labour, 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 whole way to the restaurant, about cypher specific or personal. Meeting a few friends at the eating house. He sat future to me at the mesa. I wanted to accomplish out and touch him, and kiss him, but we were n't alone, plus I did n't induce the courage to at that time.

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

He would secernate me from meter to fourth dimension to tell him something, something he did n't already live, something interesting about myself. Well this metre I asked him to tell 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 storey with me and trusted me with it.

Then as we pulled up to my truck, he asked me to distinguish him something. I was so aflutter, but the alcohol left in my system gave me some braveness. I told him about the open relationship I have with my husband. That I am allowed to suffer 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 `` soul ''. He insisted again `` who ? ''. I thought wow he 's not gon na devote up and well it 's now or never, so I said `` you ''.

There was an bit of awkward secretiveness. I kind of feel that was the resolution he wanted to get word, but was shocked to actually find out the solvent that it was him. He told me he was flattered, followed by some more awkward silence. 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 eccentric 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 unquiet, relieved, and excited all at the Same metre. I shook my head and nervously yet excitedly said yes. We leaned toward each other and kissed. His lips are so voiced, he kissed me so passionately, have n't been kissed like that in forever. He is a slap-up smiler, I could buss him for hours.

Then his helping hand started to meet my eubstance. He touched my breasts, then between my stage. I touched him, felt that he was hard for me. I could n't conceive this was happening. In the middle of all this I heard people outside the car, so he moved the car to the back of the abandon parking lot. Once parked, everything happened so fast. My arse got leaned back, our clothes came off, and he was on top of me. He entered me, fitting so nicely and feeling so dependable inside me. The unharmed time we never stopped kissing. Our faces touch, our breath on each other 's lips. He told me he could do this all night, and I sure wanted him to. I let him bed 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 respectable, I could feel my body nearing its departure. He filled me with so a good deal heat and pleasure. Before I knew it I was climaxing. Then touching his body, feeling his blotto ass as he thrusted into me, he came too. To my surprise and pleasure he stayed backbreaking and kept on fucking me.

clock time seemed to abide still, we were forgetful to anything else as we were intertwined in each other. His mite and buss were amazing. With him thrusting between my legs, our faces touching, our lips enjoying each others, hands above our heads with our digit 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 back hind end, making elbow room. I climbed to the back, he told me to give suck him back hard. I learned over, grabbed his shaft and took him into my lip. I am not one to love giving head, but I loved sucking, licking, and kissing him. He tasted effective, and I loved the opinion him getting hard in my back talk. I hope to be able to do that again someday. Once he was gruelling I moved to climb 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 lips on my button, then he then stuck his fingers in me, which drove me screwball. 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 leg. He ran his fingers up and down my consistency, 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 battlefront nates. He drove me over to my truck, he kissed me again, and as I got out he told me to keep back this between us, I agreed, and have kept him my front-runner secret ever since.

I got in my hand truck and drive away, heading home. I replayed the death couple hours we spent together in his car, in unbelief. With each thought of him, how he touched me, and how he felt inside me. I got butterflies in my breadbasket, and a tingle between my legs. There is so often Sir Thomas More I want to do with him, and so much more than 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 find him get hard for me, and to watch his case as I go down on him. I want him to touch my body and rag me, to osculate me all over. I want to sit him, for him to take me from behind and pull out my hair, taste my ass, pinch/bite my nipples, maybe choke me a minuscule, tie me up, just fuck me till I ca n't walk no more. Not asking too much ... just hope he wants to have Sir 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 need to persist in having fun with me. Time would secern .