It’s been [six months since my divorce kicked off, and simultaneously, I fucked and impregnated my 22 year-old coworker](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6d4kj9/mf_if_youre_going_to_blow_up_your_life_might_as/). The fling with my coworker is long past, she moved across country, but still occasionally drunk-snaps me her tits, which is nice. My ex-wife and I are mostly on okay terms, terms are finalized, so that’s behind me.
Anyways, onto the topic at hand. In July, my company relocated offices. I share a small office suite with a few other guys, but we’re all road warriors in some form, so it’s frequently empty. We share a floor with an agency staffed with Drs and nurses who do house calls.
Shortly after we’d settled in, I’m at my desk and I notice someone pull in and park. My attention focused with I saw a woman, early 30s, average height, very blonde, and very fit (judging by her very tight workout attire) step out. I’m usually pretty discrete, but sitting alone in my office, I didn’t really think about the fact that she might be able to see me. So, I gawked, mouth agape, at her as she got out of her car, and walked to the enterance.
A bit later, I get up to go the bathroom, and in the hallway is the woman, now dressed in scrubs and wearing a white coat. She smiles, stops and introduces herself. I’m kind of taken off guard by this, but her reason becomes clear quickly.
“Hey, I’m Dr. Julie!”
“Hello Dr Julie, I’m *thatsgonewrong*, umm, I assume you work across the hall?”
“Yeah, I just started last week, and you work in the office
that faces into the parking lot, right, with the blinds open all the time?”
I’m busted, so I cop to my lingering gaze, and from a place I didn’t know I had in me, make a comment along the line of “well, I was just kind of taken by what I saw, sorry.” She blushed, like, really bright red, and I swear my breath got stuck in my throat, when I saw just how crazy bright blue her eyes were. We chatted for a little bit, and went about our day, a smile on my face as I got back to my office.
From then on, she’d wave to me in my office when she parked, and I’d usually make some kind of smart-ass gesture, like cover my eyes or block my vision with my hand and stare at my computer. We’d chat in the parking lot if we happened to arrive at the same time, that kind of thing.
Anyways, this kind of flirty behavior goes on until last week, Wednesday night, when I was the only one in the office, working late. I hear a knock on the door, and see Dr. Julie standing there. I let her in, and she asks me if I was going to be here for a while, and if I was if I wanted to order some food. I eagerly agree.
We ordered Indian delivery, and get to talking, and I ask her how she’s liking her job, and other small talk. I learn that she moved here for the job, and knew nothing about the town when she took it, doesn’t know anyone, etc… She moved here because her previous relationship ended, badly. He was another Dr., from Pakistan, and wouldn’t commit to her because his family wouldn’t approve, but they had been dating since medical school, lived together for years, etc… He ended it because he was getting too old to be single.
We commiserate over our failed relationships. As the meal finished up, I decided to try to show a little bit of game. I leaned in and put my hand on her hand and said, “I’d love to get together with you again, maybe Friday after work we can meet up?” She nods and says she’d like that.
Friday night comes, I hadn’t seen her at work, so I text her and ask if she’s still up for tonight, but don’t get a response. I head home (I have a condo downtown), and figure she either got cold feet or was distracted. At 10:30 I get a call from Julie. She had a patient issue and she’s just left the University Hospital and was really sorry, etc… I said no problem, but she sounded really stressed. I asked if she was okay, and she said she was just really wound up, had drank too much redbull, etc… I live near the University Hospital, and asked if she wanted to meet for a drink or to talk. I have a bar in the ground floor of my building, and suggest we meet there.
I was standing at the bar when she walked in, still wearing her scrubs. She apologizes profusely for not being able to make it earlier and not telling me, said she was really looking forward to it and that her day was one of the worst she’s had in a long time. She sits on a stool, and orders us a pair of shots, and drink for herself. Long story short, her coworker flaked out so she wound up having to do a double shift, then she found out her ex is engaged (they had been split for less than six months) and she had a patient almost die on her.
We talk more, and we order a second shot and down it, and another round of drinks. I’m listening to her talk about her day, letting her vent and open up. I’m listening as much as I can, and over time just start looking at her with a slight smirk on my face. After a while, she stops, and asks, “what’s wrong, why are you staring at me? I’m sorry I’m talking so much.” I just chuckle, telling her nothing is wrong, I’m just enjoying listening to her and that I was really sorry her day was shit.
**sexy times start here**
She grabs her drink and takes a long pull, then stands from her stool facing me. She leans in and kisses me. Gently at first, but I feel her tongue probe between my lips. I return the kiss and before I realize it, her hand is on my neck and my hand has wrapped around her back pulling her against me. I can feel the warmth of her through her scrubs, and her breasts pushing against me. We continue kissing for a few moments, and I feel her hips push forward against me. I’m certain she could feel my fast growing erection.
Our kiss turns into a wide, shared smile, as we open our eyes and she steps back. I’m again taken by how blue her eyes are, and how flushed her face is. I can smell the alcohol on her breath and for the first time really get a dose of her scent. My arm is still holding her.
“That was unexpected,” I say.
“But not unwelcome?” she says.
“No, definitely not.”
“We should finish our drinks and get a cab.”
“Aww, are you going to abandon me?”
“No, dummy, but I’m not about to drive either.”
“Well, I live on the 8th floor of this building,
so we could just take an elevator instead of a cab.”
She smiles and grabs her jacket and my hand, leading me out of the bar. We get in the elevator, and once the door closes I grab her and push her against the wall, pressing my lips against hers, probing her mouth with my tongue, tasting the traces of whiskey still on her breath. My hands slips under her top, feeling the soft warmth of her back, my other hand groping her ass.
We reach my floor, and head into my condo. She pulls me toward my couch and pushes me down onto is, straddles me and we continue making out. I run my hands under her top, feeling her skin and gently holding her hips while we kiss like teenagers. She breaks the kiss and leans back, pulling her scrub top off, dropping it to the floor. She’s wearing a sports bra, the kind that zip in the front. She stands up, and starts to pull down her pants. I don’t need to be told what’s about to happen, so I undo my belt and slip my jeans down, then pull my shirt off, leaving me in my boxer briefs only. She’s wearing underwear that is like a pair of biking shorts. Combined with her sports bra, it’s as far from sexy lingerie as you could imagine, but I kind of love it.
She straddles me again, grinding herself against my now hard cock. She kisses down my chest and reaches into my underwear, stroking me with her hand. I reach up and unzip her bra, and actually stopped after her breasts spill out. They’re shockingly large. My ex-wife wore, usually, a 28-E bra, but she was short, like 5′ 2″. My hands could essentially contain her entire breast, but Julie’s were considerably larger than that. I cupped her breasts and they overflowed in my hands, and were topped with small inverted nipples. I’m definitely a breast man, and started to suck on her nipple while my hands roamed and she moaned.
I lift her off my lap and lead her into my bedroom. I pull my underwear down and she takes the hint and pulls her shorts off. She’s got a relatively thick bush, and she lays back on my unmade bed, and I crawl up her, kissing her body as I move up. We kiss more, and I feel my cock kind of nestle against her pubic mound. Simultaneously I feel her legs wrap around me and pull me toward her.
I force myself to act like an adult, “let me grab a condom” and I hop off the bed and go into my bathroom, returning with a pair of condoms. After the last time I fucked without one, there’s no way I’m taking a chance now. I put the condom on, and line up. Before I can push myself in, she reaches down and puts the head of my cock into her pussy, then I feel her legs squeeze against me, trying to pull me inside. I bury myself inside of her and as I bottom our she lets out a primal grunt. I’d love to say we had crazy exciting acrobatic sex, but we just fucked in a frenzy, racing to climax as fast as we could. I came fast, and while I couldn’t say for certain, she was so loud and enthusiastic, I think she might have come, too.
We rolled apart, and my dick still stood hard. I pulled the condom off, and just after I had, her hand was back on my shaft working me. She smiled and said to give her the other condom. I did, and she opened it and rolled it on. She straddled me and gently lowered herself down onto me. There is really nothing I love more in life than the incredible sensation of being fully buried inside a woman, as her weight presses down onto you.
She quickly started to roll her hips, building her pace until she was aggressively grinding on me. I couldn’t not play with her tits as she rode me. She did everything she could to push herself down against me, trying to rub her clit at the same time as she bucked on me. Her breathing intensified, and eventually she braced herself against my chest, her hands digging into my pecs as she convulsed. She then leaned backward, and the sudden shift in position coupled with her spasming pussy pushed me over. I started to come for a second time, and felt my own hips push up, raising her off the bed. She rolled off me, and I forced myself to get up to discard the condom. I then realized that my groin was very wet. Not like, she squirted-wet, but like she must have had a really strong orgasm and been really wet.
Saturday morning arrived, and I woke before her. In the light I got a good look at her nude body, and she really is gorgeous. She’s a doctor, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that she takes good care of her body, but i guess I’d only seen her one time prior, not in scrubs, and had forgotten just how good of shape she was in.
Plus, I had no idea her tits were so big. Some serious [/r/biggerthanyouthought](https://www.reddit.com/r/BiggerThanYouThought/) class boobs.
I made us coffee, eggs and toast, and after she ran home to get fresh clothes, we spent the day together, saw the new Thor, and got to know each other. She didn’t spend Saturday night at my place, but last night we might have done some naughty Face-timing. We’ll see where things go, but I’m kind of optimistic. Also scared, as I haven’t really had a connection with someone like this since my ex-wife…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ed4m7/mf_long_postdivorce_adventure_with_the_a_hot_dr