Rendezvous with a doc

Greetings to all the dedicated horny readers of this wonderful site who find solace in reading various instances of other horny readers. After a lot of thinking, I told myself that it is just unfair if you read other experiences and not share mine. So here I am, penning down one of my experiences.
This happened in 2015 when I was 37 (& 5’11) & she was 23 (& 5’7).
So in 2015, there was one social media app that I used (chatting with strangers was ‘free’ then.) Based on the geolocation filter, I started chatting with a female. After almost 2 months of chatting, I got busy and logged out (but didn’t delete my account).
But my hormones couldn’t hold me back. So I logged in again, with NO expectations to come across her again. But as luck would have it, I saw a green dot against her name. It means she, too, didn’t change her ID. We started chatting again.
She initially questioned me about the reason for my absence. I, being married, with no intention of having a long-term relationship, told her my reason for using the app. She was glad I said the truth and appreciated it too.
We now started sending voice messages through the app. It relieved me a lot, as she wasn’t a person who was playing around.
Being employed in the service industry, who would have thought I would be interacting with a Doctor? Yep, amigos, she was a doctor in a hospital near my house. She even mentioned the name. Eventually, we decided to meet in the parking of her hospital on Friday evening.
She mentioned coming around 9 pm. That was the time her shift used to get over. Since it was near, I agreed and took my Vespa and reached. As we agreed just for a meet, I wore my Jeans and shirt and reached. The parking was dark, and many cars were parked.
Eventually, at 9.05 pm, she appears. Not only was she tall (5’7), but she also had a cute face. A normal body with the right amount of fat in the right places. We confirmed our identities and did a friendly hug, and started chatting there only.
After a few minutes, she mentioned being exhausted. She requested that I could accompany her for a ride. Who would refuse, right? Surprisingly, upon my confirmation, she told me to sit in her (WagonR) car so we could talk. (Btw, I love females who ride, pun intended.)
She, too, dressed the same way (jeans and shirt). She kept her white overall, having the hospital logo in the back seat, and we started leaving the parking.
We were holding hands while she was driving. At a junction, she had to let go of it due to a change of gears. I couldn’t control it and instinctively kept my right hand on her thigh. She giggled and jerked her leg as she wasn’t expecting this on the road.
I kept on pressing her soft thighs till we reached the parking place of a famous sandwich place. I pushed my hand further in and kept it on her crotch. Again, being unexpected for her, she giggled aloud and complimented me for my long fingers.
I didn’t want to ruin the moment and opportunity. So I let it be there for a while and started talking about our fantasies, work, likes, etc. It was already 30 minutes since we met, and she had to reach home by 10.15 pm.
So we started driving back to her hospital’s parking. I couldn’t help raising my hand to feel her handful boobs. Having worn a shirt, feeling them and scrubbing the nipple area with the thumb was getting exciting. Within 10 minutes, we reached the parking and started planning for the next meeting.
As it was dark while talking, I took my right hand under her shirt and felt her slightly chubby waist. I started raising my hands from inside the shirt. She couldn’t control it and tight-lipped her lips and started breathing heavily.
To avoid taking any risk, she slid back her seat and bent forward as if resting on the steering wheel while facing me. It didn’t take long for me to understand. I immediately inserted the thumb under her sporty inner and pushed it up to release her left boob.
Oh my! The feeling was surreal. All married men here would understand the feeling and excitement of touching a fresh pair of boobs of a woman who’s more than a decade younger.
Of course, I didn’t see them, as the shirt was still in place. But that didn’t stop me from feeling and gently pinching her soft nipple. I started feeling them and pressing the nipples every time I pressed them (as if I was trying to milk them).
I requested if I could see the colour of her nip. Being night and her hospital’s parking, she immediately turned back to check if the security wasn’t coming on his round. She swiftly raised her shirt and turned on her phone’s torch behind her steering wheel.
Watching the light brown rounded tip nip was just too tempting. I thanked her, kissed her on her left hand and sucked her thumbs. I assured her about the wonders my tongue could do. She said she could get that idea from how I sucked her thumb. She even felt the way my tongue went around her nail.
She told me that I had 2 minutes. And within a second, she tilted her back seat, lay flat, and pulled me to have our first kiss. The soft kiss immediately turned into a full-on smooching session with tongue-fighting acts.
My left hand invariably got hold of her boob from under her shirt. I started crushing it while we were busy exchanging our salivas. She immediately pulls up her shirt. Getting the idea, I break the smooch.
I start mauling the other boob with two hands and start sucking and pulling the nipples with my lips. I again repeat the same over and over and make the area shine with my licks and slurps. She pulls my right hand and starts sucking my fingers.
I, too, shifted my left hand from there and put it between her legs. This ignited her, and she started pressing her thighs as if she wanted to crush my left palm. I, too, started squeezing her pussy from over the jeans while she started raising herself to make me squeeze harder.
The situation took more turn when on one side, she mentioned having to leave in 5 minutes. But on the other, she took her left hand and placed it on my hard-on from over the jeans.
Were we able to do anything more? Did we meet again? Let me judge from your comments on support@kissewasnaake.com
Open to chats for all and possible meets, too, if the female reader is from Ahmedabad.
Next Part: Rendezvous with a doc – Part 2

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