Our First Night.

I'm a nurse and had just got a new job in a new office. Everything was going soundly, I liked the hoi polloi and the doctors I worked with, and the work I did. Everything was going corking in life.

I 'm about 5 foot 8, average flesh, vauntingly white meat, comely cutis, and browned hair just below my shoulders. I have always loved attention from attractive men. Even bang a good challenge to get their attention too. I am married, and my husband is ok with me having a lover on the side.

Over the next twelvemonth I grew closer with one of the Dr. I worked with. He was always teaching me and explaining stuff to me, expanding my nursing knowledge. He is a few eld old than me, a smidgeon shorter than me, has a shaved head, and a athletic sexy consistence. We were always joking with each other and having a effective meter at work, but kept it professional. I began to seem forward to when he was in the place or when he would call, and began to sense an attracton toward him. He is confident, smart, and has such charisma when he talks. He is so kind and humble. He is a great instructor and pushes 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 know about my attractiveness to him, and hoped he would need to receive 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 fellow worker convinced me to go. I texted the doctor and let him have it off we were going out and he should give up by for a drinkable. 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 banquet 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 shot of something top shelf, then abruptly left for his banquet. My workfellow and I stayed there drinking, talking, and having a good time. A brace hours later someone mentioned that I should text him to fall back and buy more than snapshot. So I did, and to my surprisal he said he would block off back by.

It was just about 2 minute later he showed back up. By this meter I was pretty buzzed. I had already had 6 or 7 drinks and a yoke shots. He ordered more shots, I had one or two Thomas More, and was felling pretty good. Others started to allow. 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 drive, I told him he had to drive me where ever we went. This also gave me a trivial time to be alone with him. We talked the unharmed way to the eating house, about nothing specific or personal. Meeting a few friends at the restaurant. He sat next to me at the tabular array. I wanted to reach out and stir him, and kiss him, but we were n't alone, plus I did n't let the courage to at that time.

It was toward the end of the meal, I was sobering up ... a little. The restaurant was near closing metre, and we all started to leave. As we were leaving I was looking forward to being alone with him again. I wanted to let the cat out of the bag more with him, to see if I could get a feel 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 time to time to tell him something, something he did n't already acknowledge, something interesting about myself. Well this time I asked him to secern me something, something no one else knew about him. He told me a very inscrutable and personal level. 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 relationship I have with my husband. That I am allowed to induce 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 give up and well it 's now or never, so I said `` you ''.

There was an moment of awkward silence. I kind of smell that was the result he wanted to hear, but was shocked to actually hear the response that it was him. He told me he was flattered, followed by some more awkward quiet. We then talked a bit more, I do n't remember what about because I was in shock I told him I wanted to log Z's with him, plus the intoxicant still had me feeling some type of way. Then he asked me if he could kiss me, I could n't trust he asked me that. I had so many emotions going through me. I was queasy, relieved, and excited all at the Lapp prison term. I shook my oral sex 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 kiss him for hours.

Then his hands started to rival my dead body. He touched my breast, then between my ramification. I touched him, felt that he was hard for me. I could n't trust this was happening. In the heart of all this I heard citizenry outside the car, so he moved the car to the back of the hollow parking lot. Once parked, everything happened so fast. My seat got leaned back, our clothes came off, and he was on top of me. He entered me, fitting so nicely and feeling so in effect inside me. The whole time we never stopped kissing. Our faces touching, our breather on each other 's brim. 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 breasts, telling me they were gorgeous. I was so turned on and he felt so good, I could feel my body nearing its release. He filled me with so a great deal affectionateness and delight. Before I knew it I was climaxing. Then touching his consistence, feeling his fast ass as he thrusted into me, he came too. To my surprise and joy he stayed concentrated and kept on fucking me.

Time seemed to stand 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 back talk enjoying each others, hired hand above our school principal 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 seat, making elbow room. I climbed to the cover, he told me to suck him back hard. I learned over, grabbed his shaft and took him into my rima oris. I am not one to love giving head, but I loved sucking, licking, and kissing him. He tasted ripe, and I loved the spirit him getting hard in my back talk. I hope to be able to do that again someday. Once he was hard I moved to rise on top of him. I tried and wanted to so bad, but there was n't enough elbow room. The space in the car was not working in our party favor. I turned over and before I knew it he was going down on me. It felt so trade good, his tongue and lips on my clit, then he then stuck his fingers in me, which drove me crazy. I asked for him to fuck me more, but the backseat did not offer 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 finger up and down my body, telling me I had a beautiful organic structure. 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 slight while we got dressed and back to the front butt. He drove me over to my truck, he kissed me again, and as I got out he told me to hold open this between us, I agreed, and have kept him my favorite secret ever since.

I got in my truck and drove away, heading home. I replayed the last couple hours we spent together in his car, in disbelief. With each intellection of him, how he touched me, and how he felt inside me. I got butterflies in my belly, and a tingle between my legs. There is so much more I want to do with him, and so much more fun to be had with him. I want to explore his dead 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 ascertain his typeface as I go down on him. I want him to impact my eubstance and rally me, to buss me all over. I want to ride him, for him to acquire me from behind and deplume my hair, smack my ass, pinch/bite my nipple, maybe choke me a little, tie me up, just fuck me till I ca n't walk no more. Not asking too much ... just hope he wants to give 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 continue having fun with me. time would differentiate .