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

I 'm about 5 foot 8, average material body, large breasts, fairly hide, and Brown hair just below my shoulders. I have always loved attention from attractive men. Even love a dear challenge to get their attention too. I am marry, and my hubby is ok with me having a buff on the side.

Over the next class I grew closer with one of the doctors I worked with. He was always teaching me and explaining stuff and nonsense to me, expanding my nursing knowledge. He is a few years older than me, a smidge shorter than me, has a shaved head, and a gymnastic sexy soundbox. 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 phone, and began to feel an attracton toward him. He is confident, wise, and has such personal appeal when he talks. He is so sort and humble. He is a nifty teacher and button 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 roll in the hay about my attraction to him, and hoped he would need to make some fun with me.

One night a fellow worker was having a going away company at a bar. I was n't planning on going, but another workfellow convinced me to go. I texted the physician and let him know we were going out and he should kibosh by for a deglutition. 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 party feast to go to. He was looking handsome and smelling so good. I am a gull 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 shot of something top shelf, then abruptly left for his banquet. My fellow worker and I stayed there drinking, talking, and having a good time. A couple hours later somebody mentioned that I should text him to number back and buy more shooter. So I did, and to my surprise he said he would block up back by.

It was just about 2 hours later he showed back up. By this metre I was pretty buzzed. I had already had 6 or 7 boozing and a couple gibe. He ordered more shots, I had one or two more, and was felling pretty in force. Others started to pull up stakes. 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 ram me where ever we went. This also gave me a little fourth dimension to be alone with him. We talked the whole way to the eatery, about zippo specific or personal. Meeting a few friends at the eating house. He sat side by side to me at the table. I wanted to achieve out and concern 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 eating place was near closure fourth dimension, and we all started to leave. As we were leaving I was looking forward to being alone with him again. I wanted to verbalise more with him, to see if I could get a smell for if I should say 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 metre to time to severalize him something, something he did n't already know, something interesting about myself. Well this sentence I asked him to assure me something, something no one else knew about him. He told me a very deep and personal storey. 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 system gave me some courage. I told him about the open human 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 aflutter to say it was him, so I said `` someone ''. He insisted again `` who ? ''. I thought wow he 's not gon na give up and swell it 's now or never, so I said `` you ''.

There was an moment of awkward silence. I kind of tactile property that was the answer he wanted to hear, but was shocked to actually get a line the reply that it was him. He told me he was flattered, followed by some more unenviable muteness. We then talked a bit more, I do n't remember what about because I was in stupor 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 conceive he asked me that. I had so many emotions going through me. I was nervous, relieved, and excited all at the same prison term. I shook my head and nervously yet excitedly said yes. We leaned toward each early and kissed. His back talk are so flabby, he kissed me so passionately, have n't been kissed like that in forever. He is a enceinte mug, I could kiss him for hours.

Then his hands started to affect my consistency. He touched my titty, then between my ramification. I touched him, felt that he was hard for me. I could n't consider this was happening. In the middle of all this I heard masses outside the car, so he moved the car to the cover of the empty-bellied parking lot. Once parked, everything happened so fast. My tail 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 entirely time we never stopped kissing. Our faces touching, our breathing space on each other 's lips. He told me he could do this all Nox, and I sure wanted him to. I let him know how trade good 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 eubstance nearing its release. He filled me with so much fondness and pleasure. Before I knew it I was climaxing. Then touching his consistency, feeling his soused ass as he thrusted into me, he came too. To my surprise and delight he stayed hard and kept on fucking me.

Time seemed to resist still, we were oblivious to anything else as we were intertwined in each other. His touch sensation and kisses were amazing. With him thrusting between my stage, our faces touching, our rim enjoying each others, men above our heads with our finger interlocked, he came again. I told him I wanted to get on top and rag him, I love being on top, having control. He moved to the back tail end, making room. I climbed to the backrest, he told me to suck in him back hard. I learned over, grabbed his shaft and took him into my rima oris. I am not one to have a go at it giving head, but I loved sucking, licking, and kissing him. He tasted good, and I loved the spirit 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 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 soundly, his knife and brim on my clit, then he then stuck his finger in me, which drove me mad. 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 legs. He ran his fingers up and down my dead body, telling me I had a beautiful body. This man is something else. I felt totally well-situated with him. I love the way he looks at me and touches me. After a minuscule while we got dressed and back to the nominal head seats. He drove me over to my hand 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 favorite secret ever since.

I got in my truck and force away, heading nursing home. I replayed the last-place 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 butterfly in my stomach, and a tingle between my legs. There is so much 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 physical structure, to find what he likes, shipway to to please him, and myself with him. I want to go down him again, to sense him get hard for me, and to watch his side as I go down on him. I want him to touch my physical structure and tease me, to osculate me all over. I want to sit him, for him to take me from behind and tear my hair, smack my ass, pinch/bite my nipples, maybe choke me a little, tie me up, just fuck me till I ca n't take the air no more. Not asking too much ... just Hope he wants to ingest Thomas More fun. I knew things would be unlike between us from now on. I hoped he did n't regret it, and that he would want to continue having fun with me. meter would order .