After escaping the clutches of the Accountant and the Teacher and having a great one night stand with the Actress, I found myself starting to date a nurse, lets call her Louise (not of course her real name).
We met on an internet dating site, exchanged emails and text messages and spent sometimes up to a couple of a hours at a time just talking to each other on the telephone. She was so sweet and fun and quite a refreshing change from the more stuffy professionals I had to deal with on a day to day basis.
By this time I was 38 and Louise was just 30, the youngest woman I had dated since my divorce.
After a few weeks of chatting and getting to know each other we decided to meet up for a drink. As Louise was working nights at the time we met during my lunch hour in a bar quite close to my office.
I was surprised when we met as a Louise was a little bit larger than I'd guessed from her photos and the webcam video I'd seen of her. She was about my height, around 5 foot 8, but she was carrying more weight. Now, I have no hang-ups about weight one way or the other and my own had gone up and down over the years, though as a rugby player I've never been exactly thin. I have no prejudices and do not judge people just because they may be a size 16 (UK) and not a waif-like size 8!
Anyway, Louise had the loveliest face, pale skin, piercing green eyes and bleached blonde hair cut in a short, smart bob. Her smile and laughter were infectious and I couldn't help hugging her as soon as we both spoke and made sure we had the right person.
The hour we spent together passed really quickly and we hit it off right away, though this is perhaps not surprising as we'd spent so much time talking and enjoying each other's company before this meeting.
We parted when I had to return to the office. It was a hot June day. The sun was out and the sky was a brilliant blue and I would rather have found to a nice beer garden to spend a few more hours with Louise over a nice bottle of wine than return to the drudge of work.
The only consolation was that on parting I got a little kiss on the lips from Louise and we agreed to meet again and that we would speak the following day.
When we did speak the next day Louise told me she was off work for a couple of days and asked me if I wanted to come round to her house that evening.
I was a little surprised, despite my recent experiences, that someone I'd met once was happy to invite me in to her home. With hindsight perhaps my demeanour puts women at ease with me. My profession allows people to trust me and I under-estimated the fact that there seem to be women out there who are searching so hard to find someone to be with that they let their guard down very quickly. On the other hand, every woman I met since my divorce knew where I worked and what I did for a living and perhaps it wasn't very likely that I would or could have any negative intentions that would jeopardize my career.
It was a little short notice for me but I agreed I would visit at 8pm and that would give me time to go home, shower and change clothes and then drive the 40 miles from my house to Louise's house.
When I pulled up in my car Louise was looking out for me from her living room window. I parked up and she opened the door to greet me wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She immediately made me welcome, had prepared some food and offered me a glass of wine.
"I can't have a drink," I explained, "as I'm driving."
"You can stay here tonight if you like," Louise offered.
I was again surprised by this development that had come so early in the evening. However, it allowed me to relax and have a drink without the worry of having to get home. In any event, I'd booked the following day off work myself and there was nothing to rush home for.
After a couple of glasses of wine we watched a little television together and Louise told me to make myself at home and that I could put my feet up on her large leather sofa. I'd discarded my shoes when I came in to the house. The weather had turned very wet outside and the house was carpeted with light cream carpets in the entrance hall and stairs and the wooden floor the in living had a cream rug down, not a good match for wet outdoor shoes!
Anyway, I did make myself comfortable and Louise immediately snuggled up to me, putting her arms around me and cuddling in. It wasn't long before we found ourselves ignoring the television and filling each other's mouths with probing tongues.
I took a great deal of enjoyment from this exchange and we spent the next hour with bouts of necking interspersed with small talk.
It was very warm and a combination of a long day at work, the heat and the wine had me yawning a little by 10pm.
"Do you want to go up?" Louise asked, a slight look of mischief playing across her face.
"It's been a long day," I said, stifling another yawn.
Louise got up.
"I'll just rinse these glasses. You go up; it's the first door you come to at the top of the stairs."
I did as Louise suggested and found myself in her bedroom. A nice double bed dominated the neat and tidy room. I found and used the bathroom then stripped down to my shorts and hopped under the duvet, surprised at my own forwardness.
Louise soon came upstairs, used the bathroom and went to spare room which looked like it was kept as a walk-in dressing room. Moments later she came in to the bedroom wearing a short but not very flattering night dress. It was practical rather than alluring, though I didn't need much stimulation as I was about to be joined in bed by a woman whose body was new to me, where the chance for sensual and sexual exploration brought all the excitement I needed.
It was almost dark outside and Louise turned off the bed side lamp, leaving the room quite dark. We each were laid on our backs staring at the ceiling when Louise sighed.
"I'm not really tired," she said.
"Me neither," I replied. The room was relatively cool compared to the living room and this, along with site of Louise climbing in to bed next to me, had revived me from my weariness. In fact, it had done more than that as I now had an erection.
We turned to face each other at the same time and began to kiss again and as Louise moved closer to me my swollen cock dug in to her thigh.
