I am happy to share my erotic experiences on this forum because I have come to appreciate and respect it as a place where the freedoms of thought and expression nurture the exchange of sexually thrilling encounters. These are my stories.
You should also know that for the past two years my office nurse has shared my bed and my voracious sexual appetite. She is every man's dream of a partner in intimacy, and she has a fetish for enjoying fantasy-inspired sex like no one I have ever known. There will be stories about her in later chapters. I'll call her Beth (a pseudonym, of course), and I'll begin by describing how 18 months ago she provided the spark that ignited my passion in the office place.
For a long time, Beth and I had shared a private joke about having sex. It was veiled in the innocent expression "be nice," and it always had the unspoken meaning of having sex together. One day, 18 months ago, a very sweet and quite attractive patient of mine shared with Beth her increasing sexual frustration, induced by her husband's total lack of attention to her intimate needs. I had seen this woman numerous times over several years, and she had only once mentioned to me that her libido had been wasted on her husband. As I passed Beth in the hall on my way to the treatment room where Donna (not her real name) awaited me, she pulled me into another room and said I should "be nice" to Donna because she is greatly in need of attention from a man. I just laughed and jokingly said something similar to "she better watch out because I am very horny this morning."
I entered the room and I was stunned by her appearance, especially her smile. She looked great, even in the examination gown that would not flatter a super model. She was 34 years old, about 5'5" tall, weighed 125 lbs, and wore her auburn hair in a short and eye-catching style. I had always thought she was really cute, and that she was likely to be a tigress in bed. She was unusually warm in her greeting to me, maintaining contact with her handshake a little longer than necessary, as if to send a message.
The conversation turned totally clinical while I progressed through the litany of diagnostic questions. When we reached the point of beginning her internal exam, she asked if I would first examine her breasts. Without waiting for my agreement, she laid back onto the examining table, untying the gown and opening it to reveal her breasts as she reclined. I instantly recalled and renewed my past fascination with the beauty of her breasts. They were very average in size, but the symmetry and large, provocative nipples were awesome, and they were profoundly testing my professional demeanor. While lying down, her breasts settled into her chest and I felt the blood beginning to rush to my cock. I made a mental note that my reaction must have resulted from Beth's comments earlier about Donna's needing some attention.
I began with the usual questions about whether or not she had felt any abnormalities or experienced any pain in her breasts. She said the only pain she felt was the neglect of her husband. Her comment was the switch that set me off. I knew then that our session would be far more than the usual, largely impersonal examination.