I moved to Guildford two years ago; John was transferred and I had to leave my job as a secretary for Colsons, a wine importer back in Warminster.
I had no real qualifications, but we needed the money from both of us working - and I was getting bored fixing up the new house and window-shopping in the town centre everyday. Eventually John brought up my old nursing qualifications - Itd already occurred to me, but I wasnt sure that it was what I wanted now.
Id drifted into the classes at 16, with nothing else to do, and passed the qualifying exams, then after half-heartedly applying for a couple of local posts -- thrown it all up and worked for Colsons for four stagnant years.
But John thought it was a great idea. "Give them a call tomorrow, love," he said, nestled under my arm as we lay in bed that night. His hands were wandering about in their familiar and welcome pre-sex rounds; I lay back, relaxed as he gently turned me on, stroking the outline of my thighs, the curve of my bottom, my stomach.
I saw him looking at my nipples under my T- shirt - he knows how sensitive they are, what they do to me - and I felt the melting begin in my tummy as he pulled the T shirt up to my shoulders and sucked the nearest erect nipple in between his warm moist lips, tweaking the other between his index and middle fingers.
I lay there passively, letting him do his thing as his suction drove pleasure throughout my body, radiating from my nipples, my breath deepening.
He moved to lay at my side, now, and I could feel the heat of his cock throbbing against the cool skin of my thigh. It felt bigger than its seven inches (Ive measured it for him once.), hot and blunt; I couldnt stop my bottom from shifting in the bed of its own accord to turn and press my thighs against his hardon, my breasts against his lightly-haired chest.
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