[FM] A New Experience, Lust and Adventure.

A few years ago, I was working in a hospital in Columbia, SC. Barely 23 and fresh out of a Nursing program, I took whatever in I could get as an introduction to the hospital, and landed myself in the records department. I was kind of halfway between a nurse and a secretary, forced to wear scrubs but not actually participating in anything remotely capable of getting my uniform dirty.

Eric was the maintenance lead at the hospital. He could fix anything. I first met him about 4 months prior, when I first started working. The blood pressure monitor in the main waiting room (shared with the Pharmacy) wasn’t working. The seniors always came in to get their prescriptions filled, then check their BP, and that monitor was constantly breaking (perhaps a little of the blame for that can be laid on me).

That morning was like most other Mondays, I was making my extra strong pot of morning coffee, as I had to be in at 5 to coordinate records transfers that were requested over the weekend. As I was reaching for my hot cup, I clumsily slipped and the hot liquid hit my stomach, making me gasp a bit. Feeling foolish, I sat back down at my desk, and not a second later, Eric rang the bell. I got up and greeted him, wondering why he was down in my dingy corner of the building. My heart skipped just a tiny bit every time I saw him, short brown hair, a stocky build, a few inches taller than I was, but with a radiating warm glow of helpfulness and understanding, someone who could truly make you comfortable in any situation.

“Morning Eric, could I interest you in a fresh cup of coffee?” I smiled brightly and pointed at my midsection, making a joke. He returned my smile, then asked if I had any more. I said that I was brewing another pot right now, if he wanted to stick around. He came back through the side door entrance and into the office.

We talked about nothing important, the weather, the past weekend (I had been lazy all weekend, catching up on my reading). My mind was wandering a bit though, as I watched him measure and pour with his strong forearms. He snapped me back to reality with his huge smile

“Did I lose you there? Do you want some hazelnut creamer?”

I did, so I took the bottle a bit too quickly, feeling a twinge of guilt and feeling the color rising in my cheeks. I had no response so I just shyly smiled. He picked up his cup of coffee and went back out the door, I held his gaze as he closed the door, perhaps a bit too long, but it felt good. He piped up that he’d only be around the corner if I needed any help, and that he was fixing the ‘damn broken vending machine, again’.

I settled back into my Monday morning routine, seeing that there were 78 requests for patient record transfers to three local hospitals. Knowing my day would be absolutely filled with work, I started cracking down, but I really couldn’t focus. I read over the same line at least 7 times before I recognized what it said, and found the record and sent it off. I could feel the blood flowing through my body as I thought about two weekends ago, when we had an employee retreat at a little lake near the city. Eric and I had talked for two hours about nothing, and everything. It had never gone further than that, but I had wanted it to.

I took a bit of a break and pulled up Facebook to see what everyone else had done over the weekend, marveling that my family had somehow managed to turn another supposedly great weekend into a trainwreck. I saw the aftermath photos of my stepsisters wedding and was thankful that I had moved so far away from them. I pulled up Eric’s page, perhaps a bit too eagerly, and saw that this past weekend he had broken up with his girlfriend. Funny, because he really didn’t seem to shaken up about it talking to him this morning. Not even a mention, yet I put it in the back of my mind and kept scrolling. I saw a picture of him out fishing with his college buddies, from a few weeks ago, him holding up a big trophy fish with a little bit of camera angle magic to make it seem bigger than it probably was. I heard footsteps around the corner, and tried to close the window, but the computer momentarily froze.

Eric stepped around the corner again to check in with me, and caught a glimpse of the stupid frozen window before it finally minimized.

“That was a good fish. And a good weekend.” He quipped, knowing I was caught.

“Yeah, it’s been too long since I’ve been fishing” I remarked. My dad had taken me up until I was about 15, when I started playing field hockey in high school and all my time was taken up. I silently judged myself for not continuing field hockey, but, at the same time continued to keep my fitness up. I knew I looked good under my scrubs, but it was hard to express sexiness without being judged by my peers, so I kept it under wraps.

As Eric came over to talk to me, I felt my embarrassment bubble to the surface, trying to boil over and rattle my brain into doing something stupid. I’ll admit that I considered it seriously for a moment, but I still didn’t know if Eric was interested as more than a friend, plus, he had recently broken up and being a rebound girl wasn’t me. Still though, I pondered the moment and stood up to get a 2nd cup of coffee for myself and Eric.

“So, could I take you fishing again? Relive some old times? Maybe somewhere scenic?”

I froze where I was at, trying to process the words that I had sincerely hoped had spilled from his mouth, and turning around to see if he was serious. I saw the look of desire in his eyes, subdued, controlled, but still burning dully behind the protective gaze that every hospital worker acquires. I turned around and continued towards the coffee pot, hoping he’d pursue and follow me just a bit further. He did.

“Yes, I’d love to. Just the two of us, making a new memory” I lit up with a smile, which he returned enthusiastically. I handed him his cup and he went back out and around the corner, just before he was out of sight he said back to me:

“This weekend, I’ve got my buddy’s boat while he’s away for work. Let’s go camping in the hills upstate, a beautiful fire, a bottle of wine, maybe a bit of fishing” He said, with a quick wink.
I knew that I was going before I even stopped to consider any repercussions. The trip that I had been waiting for with just the man I had been waiting for. I settled back in for my shift, jittery and filled with butterflies, knowing that things were finally going a bit more right for me.

That weekend finally came, and as Saturday morning dawned, I knew we’d have at least a 4 hour ride to get to any boat launch worth going to. Somewhere remote, undisturbed, private. As Eric rolled up in his rickety truck, towing a little bass boat, again, my heart skipped. I jumped into the passenger side, throwing my bag of stuff into the bed, and gave his hand a little squeeze. He turned to face me, his amazing smile lighting up the cab of that beat up old truck. As we swapped stories on the drive up there, we’d each give each other’s’ hand a bit of pressure, enjoying the feeling of being together.

We got to the boat launch and with the finesse that only years of practice can do, we both set about unhitching the boat, getting it into the water, packing up all our supplies, getting the fishing rods ready. It was nearly 4pm and the sun was starting to get lower in the air, but the midday heat was still in full force. I went to go grab a bottle of water from the cooler on the boat, but before I could get there, Eric already had a bottle opened and outstretched for me. Quite the gentleman, knowing what I wanted seemingly before I did. A bit of foreshadowing for how the night went, I suppose.

Fishing was largely uneventful. I remember being bored as a little girl, but I was quite entertained by how Eric threw long casts with his fishing pole, tensing every muscle from his shoulders to his forearms to throw the maximum distance. He strung in a few small fish, but after an hour and a half, his gaze fixated on me instead. I kind of shambled over the middle of the boat, nearly tripping, to go sit near him and watch, but he just pulled me in for a somewhat expectant kiss. Nothing spectacular, but I was amazed at how natural it felt, not out of place at all and very much welcome. As the spark between us grew, we both knew that we needed to find a campsite.

As we pulled into a protected little cove, we spotted a little sandy beach, probably someone’s secret spot up in these hills. A few footprints, but nothing seemed fresh, we both hopped out and found the perfect little campsite. A fire ring built, a clear and flat spot for our tent, somehow very few bugs (I clearly remember this). Building a small fire in the pit as he set up the tent, we were each stealing glances at each other. I uncorked the bottle of wine I had brought, and started sipping on a glass, as the sun dipped below the horizon. Eric had finished the tent and snuck his way right up behind me, and I felt a hesitant hot breath on my neck, nearly a shudder, and my entire body was covered in goosebumps. I leaned into his kiss and embrace, watching the dying sun while receiving the treatment of a lifetime, someone else entirely focused on me tonight.

I leaned backwards to give him a deeper kiss, a bit more forceful, full of longing and lust. Pressing his hand into the small of my back, he rotated me skillfully around so we were both facing each other. I hadn’t given any indication of the secret I was hiding under my relatively boring t-shirt and shorts, but time would eventually show him that the night was going to be very special. As our deep kissing became more feverish, I could feel the slickness in the cotton between my shorts. He guided his mouth away from mine, kissing my collarbone, inner arm, outer chest, until he took off my shirt. He made a short raspy breath

“Wow.”

That’s all I got. A single word of what he saw that took his breath away (and mine). His calloused hands making their way slowly up the sides of my stomach as his kisses got closer to my breast.

“Ughhh” I groaned, when his mouth finally made it to my nipple. His one hand still working my lower back, the other lightly squeezing my ass. I knew I would come so quickly, with all this attention. As his hand moved down from my back, squeezing my other cheek firmly, with a purpose. The both of his hands slowly moved my shorts down, while his mouth focused on my other nipple.

As the shorts came off, I realized how wet I actually was downstairs. My panties were absolutely soaked, sticky, unwilling to come off of my now engorged pussy.

“Wow, all of this, for me?” Incredulously I spoke, kind of half realizing what I was saying.

“Only for you” Eric said, with both satisfaction and firmness. A small smile, a short break, and he was back at it. Knowing that he meant it, I relaxed even more, making short pips when he found the right spot to touch, moaning softly with every caress and flick of his tongue. His right hand finally found my panties, and he slowly moved them down, as his head left my nipples in a tight pattern of kisses down my chest and stomach. He stopped just past my belly button, making me move my hips a bit, trying to get his amazing mouth a little further south.

“Please, keep going” I groaned, knowing that he was so close to making me come.

He looked up at me with devilish expectancy, moving even more slow, as I started lightly bucking my hips up towards him. When his tongue finally reached the wetness, his fingers quickly parted my hood, and his mouth went down on my clit. Slowly, methodically, in small circles, his tongue danced around my clit, making the tiniest brushes to my most sensitive nerve endings. Every time he lightly touched me with his tongue, I would shudder in pleasure.

As his tongue was now firmly on me, his fingers slid down, one at first, but a second quickly joining. After a few short pulses, with his tongue circling around, I knew it was merely seconds now. I felt the build of an intense orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum” I quietly shuddered, looking down into his glowing eyes. His smile visible even though I couldn’t clearly see it. I thrashed forward, barely able to control myself, clutching at his hair and pushing his face as hard as I could between my legs, shaking. It continued for another 2 seconds or so, that felt like 5 minutes. Wow. That felt amazing, and as Eric’s face came up towards me, I bent in to give him a passionate kiss, tasting a bit of myself as I moved my hands down towards his crotch.

He bucked slightly at my touch, as I had slid under his belt and into his boxers. I lightly gripped him in my hand, moving up and down slowly as I gave him a deep kiss. His tongue backed away with my light touch, and I made my move to undo his belt and pants. He pulled off his shirt as I was doing that. Moving my head down, slipping him into my mouth, I realized he wasn’t gigantic. Nothing you hear of in stories, but nothing to complain about either, really the perfect size. I could fit him mostly in my mouth, and, swirling my tongue around him, I’m sure he felt he was the perfect size too. He lightly touched my chin, pulling me upwards for another deep kiss. He hadn’t even gotten close, I could tell. I was slightly upset that he had stopped me so early, until:

“Lexi, this night is about you, not me. We’re here because you want to make a memory, and I’m here to make it the best of your life” – He wasn’t kidding about that either, it really was.

As he pulled away from my face, his hands traced similar lines on my body, however, I could feel his erection on my thigh, as he slowly positioned himself to enter me. I was dripping again, of course, as his magic fingers and tongue worked on me.

I let out a small gasp as he entered me, his tongue still working its magic on my left nipple, his left hand on my ass, lifting me slightly, and his right hand slowly rubbing my throbbing clit. I could feel myself building towards another intense orgasm, this one slightly different, something I had never felt before. I’m sure he could sense it too, as his penis hardened into diamond inside of me. After several more slow strokes, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled his head towards mine, locking lips with him so deeply I felt like I was tongue-fucking him. As I arched my hips to bring him full hilt into me, I felt him start to spurt, in tandem with my orgasmic contractions, milking every drop from him.

He let out a deep growl, primal, as he tried to devour me back, just as hard as I was trying a second ago. The light from the dimming campfire behind me, I saw the small flames dancing in his wild eyes. We both collapsed on top of each other, staring into each others eyes in the afterglow, knowing how perfect this moment was as the sun finally set. I looked up and saw stars, both literally and figuratively. Apparently though, Eric wasn’t done with me yet.

I felt him growing again inside of me, as he kissed my neck while I lay draped, spent, on his chest. I knew I could go for another one, but I didn’t feel any energy left inside me to sustain it.

“It’s okay” Eric mused, sensing what I was feeling. “I’ll do all the work on this one too” with a sly grin on his face.

As he started slowly pumping into me again, his hand drawing small circles on my clit, his other hand moving up my body. I was on top of him, typically a dominant position, but in that moment, I was completely at his control. His tongue drawing small circles around my nipples again, I was in heaven. Completely consumed my lust, I was barely even awake. Just looking up at the stars, watching them swirl around as I was taken care of completely. Completely letting go of the world, shifting nearly into a dreamlike state, I heard myself moaning stronger, louder than before. Eric responded in kind, thrusting harder and faster to make my moans and grunts even more ragged, as I felt myself drawing near for the third time of the night. As I let the convulsions consume me, I felt Eric erupt inside of me for the second time of the night, painting me with white.

I could barely move before, but this time I was truly gone. Completely at the whim of this man, as he laid beside me, lightly twirling my hair and tracing a finger down my naked side. I felt so comfortable, content. In ecstasy, but for more than one reason. Watching the moon rise over the lake, I heard Eric’s breathing get shallower and shallower. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep too, a little love-puddle dripping out below me. But I didn’t care. The moment was perfect, the trip was perfect. The experience was perfect.

**Thanks for reading! Trying my hand at literary writing style. First experience conveyed into words so far. Hope you enjoy!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6fjbnm/fm_a_new_experience_lust_and_adventure

5 comments on “[FM] A New Experience, Lust and Adventure.

  1. Wow!! That was incredible! I hope you keep exploring this type of writing.

  2. Great story! I live in Cola now and would love to hear more about your adventures

  3. What is it with nurse’s and description of muscles. My wife is a Nurse and she will literally just stop mid sentence if she see a muscle of mine twitch or flex with my movements, then she will come out of her little mini orgasm to try and find what she was saying.

    Don’t get me wrong it is very cute and I might add I do enjoy the way she looks at me when that happens.

    But every nurse I have met has done something very similar when muscles are in motion.

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