He could not stop thinking about her.
She was a nurse manager at one of the hospitals he worked at. She had a sweet disposition. Calm, intelligent, kind.
A bit cheeky.
She seemed to view the world through a different lens to everyone else he knew. She was different. Good different.
He had a history of relationships that made him inhibit and suppress his true self. Some times they made him feel reactive and overwhelmed. But when he's with her he doesn't feel like that. She isn't like anyone else he's known.
She makes him feel different.
And let's not overlook the obvious, she's fucking hot.
Blond with green eyes. Small and in perfect proportion. Hourglass shaped, great tits. Hips to lose yourself in, a round juicy ass, shapely sexy strong legs that finish in small delicate ankles, and what he suspects are the most perfect feet he will ever see in his life.
Those fucking legs need to be wrapped around his head, he thinks, lips against lips.
She is seven years older than him. He likes this. She's not dumb and doesn't play games. Not bogged down with small children, or god forbid, wanting more. He's always had a thing for people who have their shit together. She's definitely got it together.
He's got a couple of women on the go at the moment, but this one affects him. Dangerous. She's married, kids in their teens but she had them young. She's made it clear shes interested. He wants to pursue her further.
Since the beginning of the year they've shared a few naughty kisses at work. Recently she surprised him by sucking his dick on a level that was so exhilarating one unplanned afternoon, it almost made him want to make her his one and only. He's got it for her. Bad.
He's in her office at the end of the day to say goodbye at the end of his theatre list. She gets up and shuts the door and turns to him. Her face turned up, pink lips parted showing white teeth, green eyes on his brown ones. She steps closer and puts her arms around his neck and draws his face to hers.
Her lips are pillowy and smooth, her tongue meets his and is wanting. Her breath is hot. Body pressed against the length of him his cock is filled with a rush of blood, and he wants to be inside her.
He's not sure how long this occasional kissing business can go on for.
He wants to get his dick wet and fuck the living daylights out of her, but isn't quite sure how and when. He only sees her once a fortnight and he doesn't want to push her too hard incase he loses his chance.
Their tongues glide over each other, lips joined. One of her hands is on his jaw, the other sliding up his chest over his erect nipple.
He wants to touch her.
He cups one of her gorgeous ass cheeks, and slips his other hand down the waistband of her skirt, down her stockings, and finally into her pants. His fingers are greedy, they want to touch her. He feels her lean back slightly and part her legs giving him access. He slides his hand over her mound, and slips a finger between her pussy lips.
Oh my fucking God! She's so wet!! He's never felt anything like it. Hot and slippery, his erection is absolutely straining in his scrub pants. He slides his fingers down deeper, slipping two in between her folds. They are immediately coated and her legs part further to give him more access as she moves her hips against his soaking hand. Her lips are smooth, slick and oh so hot. He can feel pre-cum leaking from his cock and he's sure he's never had anyone that has felt this wet, this warm and this inviting before in his life.
"Nate" she whispers against his chest, head downcast, eyes closed and hips moving with the rhythm of his fingers, breath beginning to pant, as his fingers slide further and further into her.
"I've got an education course next week in the city. I'm staying there, you should come and visit me."
This is it, he thinks. He looks at the top of her blond head, her eyes closed in ecstasy her body rocking gently to his fingers stroking her. Her dripping, soaked pussy, her desire. His desire.
Yes, he thinks. He must make it happen.
Two weeks later he's driving in his car to her hotel. He feels excited, nervous. Where is this going? Is she going to fuck him? Suck him? Bend over and let him destroy her? Pull out some cards for a night of nothing? He's not sure, but it's worth the gamble.
He arrives at the hotel and she meets him in the lobby. She looks relaxed and calm. She is wearing a tight fitted grey t-shirt and skinny black jeans, her hair is out, she is smiling at him and this makes him feel a little at ease.
He takes her to the bar for a drink to try and settle any nerves and smooth the way for what he hopes is an afternoon of pleasure and desire. They chat, there is an element of tension, maybe a slight awkwardness, he wants her. Will she let him have her? He's hoping she hasn't changed her mind. Doesn't have regrets.
