It had started a few weeks before when he came to work in the hospital. I saw him briefly in the corridor and I just knew he was the one I needed. It had been so long. I'd had the flings, the short term relationships, the lingering holiday romances. Now I just wanted sex, animalistic, naughty, dangerous sex. And I could see in him that he was going to be able to give me what I wanted.
That first day I could feel it deep inside me, gnawing away at me. Longing. I made a detour so I could see him working on his ward before I went home, to fix his face and body in my mind. And I got in my car and started the drive home. It was hot, and the drive takes me down a country lane and through a park. I deliberately work a long way from home, so that my sexual proclivities never impact on work. A doctor needs to be above reproach - and if my patients knew what I was really like...
I had to pull over. The lake was glinting in the evening sun, and I couldn't get him out of my head. I pulled up and started to take my usual route around the lake. I often did this to ease away the tensions of the day and see that life was not just a hospital ward and sick patients. As I wandered I noticed a pick up truck parked on the other side. I moved into the darker shadows and drew closer.
I heard them first, that catching in the throat breathing and guttural moans. Something sounded good. It had been a dreadfully busy day at work and this kind of "light relief" was just what I needed. I moved closer until I could see a tartan rug on the grass beside the car. There were three of them. A woman, about 24, great tits and a generous ass. She was lying on the ground eyes closed, as they were working on her. Two men, both dark and tanned, fully clothed, hands moving over her body intently concentrating on her.
They were dipping and sucking her nipples together while she writhed gently against them, lifting her pelvis towards them as they ignored her moans and lightly caressed her face, her lips, her neck, her breasts. God but they were good at sucking her nipples. Gently flicking their tongues against them, occasionally she moaned louder as one of them grazed her nipple with his teeth. My nipples were hard as hell. My hands drawn to them, a hand inside my blouse gently stroking through the lace of my bra.
My mouth was dry. Heart racing. One of the men sat back kneeling up and staring intently at the other. It seemed to be a sign that they were moving on to other things. He undid his fly and pulled down his jeans, his erect cock was straining against his boxer shorts. She sat up then and stroked his crotch reverentially. Gradually she lifted off his t-shirt and started to suck his nipples as the other man quickly removed all of his clothes revealing a cock that was so impressive in girth that I gasped. He turned in my direction and I stood paralysed in fear that he'd see me. I couldn't believe it - it was him, the man I'd seen at the hospital, the man I wanted.
