Our kickoff Night.

I'm a nurse and had just got a new job in a new office. Everything was going good, I liked the the great unwashed and the doctors I worked with, and the work I did. Everything was going majuscule in life.

I 'm about 5 metrical foot 8, average build, large tit, sightly hide, and Brown hair just below my shoulder joint. I have always loved attention from attractive men. Even eff a proficient challenge to get their attention too. I am married, and my husband is ok with me having a lover on the side.

Over the side by side year I grew closer with one of the doctor I worked with. He was always teaching me and explaining material to me, expanding my nursing knowledge. He is a few years sr. than me, a smidgeon shorter than me, has a shaved headway, and a athletic sexy body. We were always joking with each other and having a thoroughly time at work, but kept it pro. I began to seem forward to when he was in the office or when he would call, and began to feel an attracton toward him. He is confident, overbold, and has such charisma when he talks. He is so kind and mortify. He is a great teacher and get-up-and-go 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 attraction to him, and hoped he would want to have some fun with me.

One night a workfellow was having a going away party at a bar. I was n't planning on going, but another workfellow convinced me to go. I texted the MD and let him sleep with 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 surgical gown from work, as I had not been dwelling house 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 all-day sucker for a good smelling man, one of my weaknesses, 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 clip. A couplet hours later someone mentioned that I should text him to come back and buy More crack. So I did, and to my surprisal he said he would break off back by.

It was just about 2 minute later he showed back up. By this time I was pretty buzzed. I had already had 6 or 7 drunkenness and a span shots. He ordered more dig, I had one or two Thomas More, and was felling pretty good. Others started to leave. 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 stipulation to drive, 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 nothing specific or personal. Meeting a few Friend at the restaurant. He sat future to me at the board. I wanted to reach out and advert him, and kiss him, but we were n't alone, plus I did n't deliver the courageousness to at that time.

It was toward the end of the meal, I was sobering up ... a petty. The eatery was near close prison term, and we all started to leave behind. As we were leaving I was looking forward to being alone with him again. I wanted to talk more with him, to see if I could get a spirit for if I should assure 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 fourth dimension to time to tell him something, something he did n't already know, something interesting about myself. Well this meter I asked him to say me something, something no one else knew about him. He told me a very recondite and personal story. I felt honored that he shared that story with me and trusted me with it.

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

There was an moment of uneasy muteness. I kind of look that was the solvent he wanted to discover, but was shocked to actually hear the resolution that it was him. He told me he was flattered, followed by some more clumsy silence. We then talked a bit more, I do n't think what about because I was in jounce 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 buss 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 Lapp time. I shook my point and nervously yet excitedly said yes. We leaned toward each other and kissed. His sassing are so soft, he kissed me so passionately, have n't been kissed like that in forever. He is a big osculator, I could osculate him for hours.

Then his hands started to touch my consistence. He touched my chest, then between my legs. I touched him, felt that he was hard for me. I could n't trust this was happening. In the midriff of all this I heard hoi polloi outside the car, so he moved the car to the back of the vacate 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 good inside me. The whole time we never stopped kissing. Our faces touching, our breath on each other 's sassing. He told me he could do this all night, and I sure wanted him to. I let him know how sound he felt inside me, and he agreed. He kissed my titty, telling me they were gorgeous. I was so turned on and he felt so full, I could feel my dead body nearing its release. He filled me with so much fondness and joy. 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 heavy and kept on fucking me.

Time seemed to stand still, we were oblivious to anything else as we were intertwined in each other. His touches and kisses were amazing. With him thrusting between my legs, our faces touch, our lips enjoying each others, hands above our straits with our fingers 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 gage fundament, making elbow room. I climbed to the backbone, he told me to fellate him back hard. I learned over, grabbed his shaft and took him into my back talk. I am not one to love giving oral sex, but I loved sucking, licking, and kissing him. He tasted good, and I loved the feeling him getting hard in my mouth. I hope to be able to do that again someday. Once he was severely I moved to climb on top of him. I tried and wanted to so bad, but there was n't enough room. The distance in the car was not working in our party favour. I turned over and before I knew it he was going down on me. It felt so good, his tongue and lips on my clit, then he then stuck his finger in me, which drove me gaga. I asked for him to screw 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 physical structure, telling me I had a beautiful soundbox. This man is something else. I felt totally comfortable with him. I love the way he looks at me and partake me. After a minuscule 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 tug away, heading home. I replayed the live on couple 60 minutes 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 stroke in my tummy, and a shudder between my legs. There is so practically more I want to do with him, and so much to a greater extent fun to be had with him. I want to explore his soundbox, to find what he likes, ways to to delight him, and myself with him. I want to go down him again, to finger him get hard for me, and to ascertain his grimace as I go down on him. I want him to pertain my physical structure and tantalize me, to buss me all over. I want to ride him, for him to take me from behind and pull my hair, smell my ass, pinch/bite my teat, maybe choke me a short, tie me up, just love me till I ca n't walk no more. Not asking too practically ... just Hope he wants to possess more fun. I knew matter would be different between us from now on. I hoped he did n't regret it, and that he would want to preserve having fun with me. clip would severalise .