Our First Night.

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

I 'm about 5 foot 8, modal form, large breast, just peel, and brown pilus just below my shoulder. I have always loved attention from attractive men. Even love a ripe challenge to get their attention too. I am married, and my husband is ok with me having a devotee 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 noesis. He is a few age senior than me, a smidge shorter than me, has a shaved head, and a acrobatic sexy trunk. We were always joking with each other and having a good sentence at oeuvre, but kept it professional. I began to bet forward to when he was in the office or when he would telephone, and began to sense an attracton toward him. He is confident, wise, and has such personal appeal when he talks. He is so kind and modest. He is a dandy teacher and energy 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 have it off about my attraction to him, and hoped he would want to have some fun with me.

One Nox 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 doctor and let him know we were going out and he should stop by for a drinkable. 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 base yet. He was dressed nice, as he had some dinner banquet to go to. He was looking handsome and smelling so goodness. I am a sucker for a adept smelling man, one of my weaknesses, it makes a man so much more attractive if he smells good. He bought us a injection of something top ledge, then abruptly left for his banquet. My colleague and I stayed there drinking, talking, and having a good prison term. A couple hours later mortal mentioned that I should text him to come back and buy more stroke. 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 drinking and a couple shots. He ordered more shots, I had one or two Thomas 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 condition to drive, I told him he had to drive me where ever we went. This also gave me a little prison term to be alone with him. We talked the hale way to the restaurant, about nada specific or personal. Meeting a few acquaintance at the restaurant. He sat next to me at the table. I wanted to reach out and have-to doe with him, and kiss him, but we were n't alone, plus I did n't ingest the courage to at that time.

It was toward the end of the meal, I was sobering up ... a little. The restaurant was near completion time, and we all started to leave. As we were leaving I was looking forward to being alone with him again. I wanted to utter more with him, to see if I could get a tone 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 tell me from sentence to time to secern him something, something he did n't already do it, something interesting about myself. Well this time I asked him to severalize me something, something no one else knew about him. He told me a very oceanic abyss and personal history. I felt honored that he shared that taradiddle 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 organization gave me some courage. I told him about the open relationship I have with my husband. That I am allowed to consume sex with whom ever I want, and that my married man 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 `` someone ''. He insisted again `` who ? ''. I thought wow he 's not gon na pass on up and swell it 's now or never, so I said `` you ''.

There was an moment of awkward silence. I kind of feel that was the answer he wanted to pick up, but was shocked to actually hear the result 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 jounce 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 kiss me, I could n't believe he asked me that. I had so many emotions going through me. I was skittish, relieved, and excited all at the Lapplander time. I shook my mind 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 great kisser, I could osculate him for hours.

Then his hands started to adjoin my body. He touched my breasts, then between my legs. I touched him, felt that he was hard for me. I could n't trust this was happening. In the centre of all this I heard people outside the car, so he moved the car to the backrest of the empty parking lot. Once parked, everything happened so fast. My posterior got leaned back, our wearing apparel came off, and he was on top of me. He entered me, fitting so nicely and feeling so dear inside me. The whole meter we never stopped kissing. Our faces touching, our hint on each other 's mouth. He told me he could do this all night, and I sure wanted him to. I let him sleep with how full he felt inside me, and he agreed. He kissed my bosom, telling me they were gorgeous. I was so turned on and he felt so good, I could feel my soundbox nearing its release. He filled me with so practically warmth and pleasance. Before I knew it I was climaxing. Then touching his trunk, feeling his tight ass as he thrusted into me, he came too. To my surprisal and delight he stayed hard and kept on fucking me.

Time seemed to remain firm still, we were forgetful to anything else as we were intertwined in each former. His touches and kisses were amazing. With him thrusting between my legs, our faces touching, our lips enjoying each others, hired hand 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 ascendence. He moved to the back seat, making room. I climbed to the dorsum, he told me to give suck him back hard. I learned over, grabbed his pecker and took him into my sassing. I am not one to love giving heading, but I loved sucking, licking, and kissing him. He tasted honest, and I loved the feeling him getting hard in my backtalk. I hope to be able-bodied to do that again someday. Once he was intemperately 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 favour. I turned over and before I knew it he was going down on me. It felt so commodity, his tongue and rim on my clit, then he then stuck his fingerbreadth in me, which drove me crazy. I asked for him to roll in the hay 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 wooden leg. He ran his fingers up and down my body, telling me I had a beautiful body. This man is something else. I felt totally well-heeled with him. I love the way he looks at me and touches me. After a little while we got dressed and back to the presence seats. He drove me over to my truck, he kissed me again, and as I got out he told me to preserve this between us, I agreed, and have kept him my favorite clandestine ever since.

I got in my truck and drove away, heading home. I replayed the final stage couple hours we spent together in his car, in mental rejection. With each sentiment of him, how he touched me, and how he felt inside me. I got butterflies in my stomach, and a shudder between my branch. There is so practically 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 delight him, and myself with him. I want to go down him again, to find him get hard for me, and to watch his face as I go down on him. I want him to touch my organic structure and tease me, to kiss me all over. I want to ride him, for him to take on me from behind and pull my hair, smell my ass, pinch/bite my nipples, maybe choke me a little, tie me up, just fuck me till I ca n't walk no more. Not asking too a good deal ... just promise he wants to have Thomas More fun. I knew things would be dissimilar between us from now on. I hoped he did n't regret it, and that he would need to continue having fun with me. Time would tell .