Dr C

So, as I’ve said in my past journal entries, I work in medical billing for a large dental firm. Yeah, I know, thrilling! The only sex in the work place I’ve had was with that beautiful Cape Vervain woman two years ago and, by the way, we’ve had no contact since they moved away. I’ve always wanted a playmate at work, male or female, just somebody who can understand my desire and need for sex and attention. But, actually, I’m a wallflower and not really social at work. Nobody knows in my office of over sixty people that I’m a total slut, a swinger and polyamorous woman. So, it was spring and we’d finally got some good weather and wore lighter clothes and… well, hormones were raging, especially mine. I was in the cafe room where most people eat lunch or get coffee, when Dr. C asked the room where we went for seafood, in particular clam roll and fried goodness.Everyone had suggestions but I chimed in with, “Right down the street at Salem Willows.”He had no idea about the place, which is somewhere only true locals know. I said I’d show him if he wanted — and he said he’d buy. “You’re on!” I said. I love the friend clam roll there; it’s divine.About an hour later, he asked, “You ready?” and I arranged to meet him in the parking lot. I met him at his car: a BMW SUV X6, very nice, and we headed to the park for fried seafood and stuff, exchanging small talk on the way about food kaçak iddaa and the area. Dr. C is about 5’8”. I wasn’t sure of his nationality at that point but I’d guessed at Persian. His skin, eyes and hair were very dark. Not a looker to most women, I guess, but we’d always been nice to each other. We got out of the car and there wasn’t a line at the window. We both ordered the clam roll plate and lemonade and waited for them to call our number. And, yes, he picked up the tab. I told him about the park and the area and got to know a little more about him. He didn’t have kids, had never been married, and was born in India. He came over for dental school and stayed. He said he was forty-seven years old but he looked younger. They called our number and we walked back to the car. I said, “It’s nice to be out in the world. Let’s drive to where we can see the water and eat there.”I showed him where to park and he was surprised and happy with the scenery. While we ate, he looked over at a car further away. Smoke was coming out. “This must be a great place to smoke weed, I guess,” he said and laughed.“Well, yeah… and other things.” “I can imagine.” I asked if he smoked weed. He had but said it wasn’t something he did too often and he asked me the same question. “I do enjoy wine and weed from time to time and it’s something I’ve done here before.” He laughed and I said, kaçak bahis “You don’t wanna know what I did last time I was here.”He laughed again and said, “Really? Go on, tell me.” “No, you wouldn’t like it.” He promised not to tell and said that he’d bought me a clam roll so… ‘Doh, what the hell,’ I thought and then told him, “The last time I was here I was not only smoking weed but I gave a blow job.”“Is that all?” he said, smiling. “Your husband must have been so happy.”“What makes you think it was my husband?” “Oh, was it a long time ago, then?”“No, it was last fall.”“Nooo,” he said, shaking his head.“Oh, but yes,” I said. “You naughty girl.”I nodded. “That’s me… I’m a naughty girl.”“I never would have expected it.”“Yeah, well I don’t broadcast at work, you know.” He asked who was the lucky guy and I told him it was a friend I met online.“You’re kidding.” “No, I’m not,” I said and told him that we’d chatted and then arranged to meet. Dr. C seemed to be shocked. “Did you know it was gonna happen?” “Well, we pretty much knew. Then he just asked and so I did it.” Now I could see that Dr. C was definitely shocked and I said, “Hey, we’re all adults.” He stared at me. “So, he just asked and you did it?” “Yeah, pretty much,” I said and smiled at him. “Why? Are you gonna ask me?” He gulped. “Why, are you gonna say you will?” “Only if you ask.”“Your are joking, aren’t you?”I illegal bahis shrugged. “Okay…”“No, I mean… how would one just ask?” I laughed and said, “Grow a set of balls and just ask. Simple.” So, he finally said, “I was wondering if it wouldn’t be out of line to ask you for a blow job?” I grinned. “Only if you’re serious.”“I am.” “Okay, well recline a little,” I said and he did. He also helped me unbuckle his pants and I fished out a hardening dark brown uncut cock. It had good girth and a big head and looked around six to seven inches long. I went to work on his cock and he moaned and said that I was beautiful and he always walked by my office to look at me. I felt his hands on my back as I sucked away. I enjoyed sucking his cock; it smelled and tasted different and he responded with a ton of pre-cum. He felt up the back of my shirt and groaned until he twice filled my mouth with huge loads of cum. I swallowed it all. I said, “See, all you had to do was ask.”He was a little out of breath. “Wow,” he gasped, “that was amazing. Thank you.” I said we should get back to work and as he drove I said, “Great, look what you did to me,” and lifted my skirt to show him my wet pussy. He almost died but asked if he could see it again. “You’re my boss. You can ask or tell me anything,” I said, smiling, and we got out of the car and walked into the office. Only one co-worker asked me how things had been. “Little awkward but nice. He was very grateful about everything,” I said.~~~~~~~I got an email from him later that day thanking me for lunch and wondering if I was available for dinner.