Sexual tension a[F]ter a long ti[M]e apart. | 2016

He is a tall, strong doctor. His eyes are dark, his hair is black and is skin is a dark brown. He speaks with an accent. His smile melts hearts.

I am a nurse. My hair is long, soft and dark. My skin is pale, smooth. I am curvy but not overweight. My eyes are blue, framed by navy glasses. I am quite, geeky and nerdy. To be frank, im not sure what he saw in me initially, but I am glad he saw it. I think its a librarian fantasy thing.

It started with a movie. It ended with passionate, animalistic sex. Weeks of passionate, animalistic sex. The kind that makes you ache in anticipation, leaves you sweaty, breathless and exhausted. We know every inch of each others body, we have explored and experimented. But then I went away. It has been 6 weeks since I last saw him and I am anxious. Will he still find me attractive? Will he still want me? Do I drive him as crazy as he drives me? I get to find out tonight. The first time I see him since I returned. Its an informal work dinner at a nice restaurant. I am nervous.

I have him in mind as I pick my outfit. I start with underwear, I am optimistic and pick something slutty, black and lacey. Carefully, I pull on my thigh high stockings and clip them into my garter straps. I can feel myself become aroused, my clit longs to be touched and I feel moist. I am excited to see him, and hopefully see his glorious cock again.

I put on a cute dress, which hints at absolutely nothing which lies underneath. It makes me look womanly but innocent. I leave my long hair down and spritz on some feminine perfume.

I make my way to the resturant. I can feel butterflies in my stomach and anticipation grows between my legs. My skin tingles. My clit throbs.

I see a favourite coworker and walk up and start a conversation with him. He is also tall and handsome, I wont deny that there's been a fantasy or two there but that's a story for another time. The doctor isn't here yet, I begin to wonder if he is actually turning up. My heart sinks at the thought that he won't.

I walk over to the bar to order a drink. I'm lost in thought while I wait but then the smell of cologne fills my nostrils and my eyes close. A hand is placed on the middle of my back and a masculine voice says a soft hello. The butterflies in my stomach have turned to birds and I become more nervous. I turn to see his handsome face, that smile is on his face. I am like butter. He could say anything and I would agree. We exchange polite small talk, but it is very formal. Our coworkers dont know what we have been up to, and I am also unsure where we stand after so much time away. He could get anyone he wanted, I assume that he has been.

He sits down at the table, I continue to stand at the bar. A quick shot while noone is watching before walking over to the table, one seat is left. Its on the edge of the table, only one person is next to me. Coincidentally, its him. Hot coworker sits opposite. Who cares where anyone else is. I am nervous, hot and excited. I'm trying to find signals, anything to suggest that he is still interested. I cant read his smile, I dont know what he is thinking. So I create singals for him. I cross my leg over the other, lifting up the hem of my dress ever so slightly. Just enough to show the top of my thigh high stockings. A little higher and the clip of my garter that is holding up the stockings is also exposed. I continue my conversation with hot coworker as if nothing is different. I flick my hair off my shoulder casually. Under the table, I can feel his knee touching my thigh. Just a slight touch but it feels electric. I throb and the butterflies have gone. All I can feel is that I'm beginning to get wet. His hand subtley trails up my leg. We exchange subtle flirty touches throughout the dinner. The dinner feels as though it is going for an eternity. I know I am wet but I still can't read how badly he wants me.

He leaves early. The dinner comes to a close and I am leaving the resturant alone. I feel devistated and insecure until I feel my phone vibrate. It's a text.

"Come over".

A smile spreads across my face and I am throbbing, aching and tingling. My heart is racing.

I am at his front door. My heart skips a beat as I ring the doorbell. Quickly I fix my hair. The door opens, and a warm voice invites me inside. I slip my shoes off and pop my handbag down on top. My hand is grabbed and I am spun around. He gives me a smile that I can read, suddenly I am pushed into a wall. My back is arched and we are locked in a passionate kiss. His body leans into mine and I can feel his cock is hard. I feel my excitement, and wetness, increase. I am longing for his touch to wander below my dress. I push my body harder into his and he gets the message. I unbutton his shirt, running my fingers over his muscular chest. Suddenly my dress is on the floor and his touch becomes rougher after seeing what I was wearing underneath. I undo his belt and drop his pants to the ground. My fingers roam around his cock. I push my back harder against the wall and wrap my legs around his waist. My nails drag over his back. He supports my weight by putting his hands on my curvacious ass and carries me over to the closet thing; the dining table. He sits me down and takes off my bra. My breast spill out, and with them, my pierced nipples. He bites on my nipple, gently at first but he becomes hungry and bites harder, his fingers run under my lacy g-string and he lets out a low growl when he feels how wet I am. Suddenly he has my hands pinned above my head and is making me beg for his hard member. He spits on it before inserting it into my soaking wet pussy. He fucks me hard until I push him off with my legs. I get off the table and turn around. I bend over and he is quick to respond. He spanks me, hard, while taking me from behind. His fingers play with my ass hole before he puts a finger inside. He knows it drives me crazy. A loud moan slips out of my mouth. My hips grind up against his. I want more. He fucks me harder. His hands hold my hips for leverage. My back is arched and my face is against the cold table. My fingernails dig into his thighs. He pulls my hair and I get closer to climax. He knows. His finger find my clit as he pounds me harder. His finger still in my ass. I cum. Hard. He cums all over my ass.

He takes me into the shower to clean up. He is very sweet in the shower. He leaves to go and get towels. I stay in the warm shower, leaning against the wall with the water rushing over my body. My eyes are closed, I dont know that he is watching me. I turn around for the water to run over my back and suddenly there are cold hands, reaching between my thighs and stroking my pussy. I feel his body against mine, his breath on my neck. His hand cups my breast, pulling on my nipple while his other hand flicks and pulls on my clit.

He knows me, he knows my body. I know him, I know what he likes. It's going to be a fun weekend.