Our showtime Night.

I'm a nursemaid and had just got a new job in a new billet. Everything was going good, I liked the people and the doctors I worked with, and the work I did. Everything was going great in life.

I 'm about 5 groundwork 8, ordinary frame, large boob, fair skin, and dark-brown hair just below my shoulder. I have always loved attention from attractive men. Even have sex a good challenge to get their tending too. I am married, and my husband is ok with me having a lover 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 clobber to me, expanding my nursing knowledge. He is a few years older than me, a whit shorter than me, has a shaved head, and a athletic sexy soundbox. We were always joking with each former and having a good time at work, but kept it professional. I began to look forward to when he was in the federal agency or when he would call, and began to find an attracton toward him. He is confident, overbold, and has such charisma when he talks. He is so kind and low. He is a neat teacher and get-up-and-go me to be a advantageously 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 attractiveness to him, and hoped he would want to have some fun with me.

One night a fellow worker was having a going away political party at a bar. I was n't planning on going, but another co-worker convinced me to go. I texted the physician and let him screw we were going out and he should stop by for a potable. 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 banquet to go to. He was looking handsome and smelling so good. I am a lollipop for a good smelling man, one of my weaknesses, it makes a man so much more attractive if he smells adept. He bought us a shot of something top shelf, then abruptly left for his feast. My fellow worker and I stayed there drinking, talking, and having a good time. A twosome hours later somebody mentioned that I should text him to get back and buy more shots. So I did, and to my surprise he said he would end back by.

It was just about 2 hours later he showed back up. By this clock time I was pretty buzzed. I had already had 6 or 7 potable and a couplet snap. He ordered more injection, I had one or two more, and was felling pretty right. Others started to entrust. 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 precondition to labour, I told him he had to drive me where ever we went. This also gave me a little clip to be alone with him. We talked the whole way to the restaurant, about zippo specific or personal. Meeting a few friend at the eating place. He sat future to me at the table. I wanted to hand out and reach him, and kiss him, but we were n't alone, plus I did n't take the courage to at that time.

It was toward the end of the repast, I was sobering up ... a little. The eating house was near closing time, and we all started to leave. As we were leaving I was looking forward to being alone with him again. I wanted to spill more with him, to see if I could get a look for if I should tell him about my magnet to him. I got in the car with him, and off we drove back to my truck.

He would tell me from time to meter to secernate him something, something he did n't already know, something interesting about myself. Well this time I asked him to assure me something, something no one else knew about him. He told me a very deep and personal history. 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 alcoholic beverage left in my scheme gave me some courageousness. I told him about the assailable relationship I have with my husband. That I am allowed to consume 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 `` somebody ''. 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 feel that was the answer he wanted to hear, but was shocked to actually discover the answer 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 call back what about because I was in shock I told him I wanted to log Z's 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 prison term. I shook my headspring 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 large phiz, I could osculate him for hours.

Then his hands started to adjoin my body. He touched my chest, then between my legs. 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 cover 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 honest inside me. The whole prison term we never stopped kissing. Our faces touching, our breath on each other 's sass. He told me he could do this all night, and I sure wanted him to. I let him make out how dear 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 sense my organic structure nearing its release. He filled me with so much heat and pleasure. Before I knew it I was climaxing. Then touching his body, feeling his tight ass as he thrusted into me, he came too. To my surprise and pleasure he stayed hard and kept on fucking me.

fourth dimension seemed to stand still, we were oblivious to anything else as we were intertwined in each other. His contact and candy kiss were amazing. With him thrusting between my legs, our faces touching, our lips enjoying each others, hands above our heads with our finger interlocked, he came again. I told him I wanted to get on top and ride him, I love being on top, having ascendance. He moved to the back arse, making room. I climbed to the spinal column, he told me to nurse him back hard. I learned over, grabbed his shaft and took him into my back talk. I am not one to love giving head, but I loved sucking, licking, and kissing him. He tasted unspoiled, and I loved the feel him getting hard in my mouth. I hope to be able to do that again someday. Once he was hard I moved to go up 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 lip on my clit, then he then stuck his finger's breadth in me, which drove me gaga. I asked for him to fuck me more, but the backseat did not supply the infinite 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 finger's breadth up and down my dead body, telling me I had a beautiful consistence. This man is something else. I felt totally comfy with him. I love the way he looks at me and tinct me. After a piddling 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 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 thought of him, how he touched me, and how he felt inside me. I got butterflies in my stomach, and a shudder between my legs. There is so much more than I want to do with him, and so much more than fun to be had with him. I want to explore his body, to get what he likes, shipway to to delight him, and myself with him. I want to go down him again, to experience him get hard for me, and to ascertain his face as I go down on him. I want him to stir my soundbox and tease me, to snog me all over. I want to ride him, for him to strike me from behind and deplumate my whisker, smack my ass, pinch/bite my teat, maybe choke me a little, tie me up, just roll in the hay me till I ca n't walk no more. Not asking too much ... just hope he wants to have 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 require to continue having fun with me. Time would differentiate .