Hello, my name is Nikki and I'd like to share a short but true story that happened to me a couple of years ago. My husband gets extremely turned on when I tell him stories of my past sexual encounters. He can't seem to get enough and I enjoy doing anything that turns him on. Plus the sex is always really great after! This one is a favorite of his and never fails to turn him on.
I was your typical twenty-four year old female at the time, fairly sexually experienced but nothing that could be considered too "slutty." I am 5'10" with perky 36C breasts, shoulder length brown hair, and a pretty face. I am not supermodel thin, but I'm definitely not fat. I like to keep in shape and have been told I have a great ass and sexy legs.
I had met Marty about a week prior to the events of this story through a mutual friend at a small house party. He was a little younger than me having barely turned twenty-two (I was pushing twenty-five). He was good-looking and friendly enough and we wound up talking for quite a while. As the time came to go home, he asked me if he could call sometime. I had enjoyed our time together that evening and I was looking for some male companionship. I had just gone through a very ugly breakup and was beginning to feel a little lonely. I smiled and told him that I'd like that.
True to his word, he called me a few days later and we arranged to go out to dinner and a movie. Nothing special or exiting happened. We had a good time together though and I was beginning to look forward to the next time. I was also looking forward to seeing what else Marty had to offer. The night ended on a tame note though, we kissed for a few minutes outside my front door and he left, promising to call me again.
A few more days passed until Marty called. He apologized but said he had been very busy with work and school (he's a student at the local university). He then asked if I'd be willing to go out that night for a few drinks. I told him I had to work late (I work at a hospital) and then early again the next day and that I wouldn't have time to go home to change and get ready so I suggested another time. He was persistent though, saying he would come and get me right from work and that he wouldn't keep me out too late. He told me he just really wanted to see me. In reality, I did want to go out with him so finally I relented. I just hoped he wouldn't be too turned off by my hospital clothes (scrubs) and my physical state after a hard ten hour shift.