I suppose this isn’t really a sexual story, maybe more sensual .. I’ve had a few experiences, some fantastic, but some .. some were just a little emotional, sad ..
I started a new job, and within weeks, I’d caught Neil's eye (name changed). He was very friendly, really nice. He was married. After a few months, he joked that I was his ‘work wife’, and as time went by, I found myself thinking about him a little too often.
It didn’t help that we worked closely together, that we spoke frequently throughout the day. He started calling me on his way home. He would tell me the usual stories that married men say ‘he’s unhappy, they don’t have sex, no intimacy ….’, yet, he wasn’t leaving! He told me that he’d fallen in love with me, and planned to leave but he couldn’t make promises.
One evening, we met for dinner, and I was so excited to see him (remember at this point, I was completely stupid and naive) but I was excited, we sat opposite each other and ate. I could smell his aftershave, and spent the night listening to his voice, looking into his huge blue eyes. After our meal, we walked back to our cars, and he hugged me to say goodbye, the first time we’d actually touched, my heart was thumping, I could hear it pumping inside my chest. Then he kissed me. Oh that kiss. His tongue pushing through to taste mine, our lips locked together, my knees were weak and at that moment, I was completely his.
We met at my house a number of times, we didn’t have sex, but, we would lay on my sofa, his erection pressing against my leg whilst he allowed his fingers to explore me, oh my he was good, his fingers danced around my clit, teasing me, all the while, kissing me passionately, quickly .. our breath shallow and quick. Later this progressed to laying naked together, his cock was huge, and I wondered if I’d be able to manage him inside me. I took his cock in my mouth a couple of times, I absolutely love giving head, I love the feel of a cock in my mouth, I love having that power and control over a man. I love hearing them moan, I love how they tense up underneath me .. he never came in the time we spent together, always held himself back.
I sat astride him one afternoon, I was so wet, I could easily have slipped him inside me, but he refused .. instead, opting to masturbate me instead. Oh I wasn’t complaining at all. And in the long run, it was better off, as he never left his wife. But he did give me some amazing moments to remember.
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