I am a shy type of guy. Not in every situation.

I work with the mentally ill, and am passionate about good standards of care.

I need to be quick witted and honest in order to do my job well.

At work I am not a shrinking violet.

I can read the clues, the non-verbals accurately and confidently Outside of work, it?s a different matter. I doubt myself. So it came as a bit of a shock last week when I was leaving work. I had worked with Ingrid, an Aussie nurse for the last twelve hours. She has blonde hair, slim figure and gorgeous blue eyes. I noticed that when she spoke to me she allowed her eyes to maintain contatct just that little bit longer. When I was reading some notes, she would look over my shoulder, and then lean on me. I could feel her small but firm breasts. Contact was made several times that shift, and each time it involved some seemingly accidental brush of my lap, or my arse, or her breasts would accidently brush my hands, or she would brush her soft place against my crotch. You get the drift.

Anyway, as I was leaving work, she asked for a lift. No problem. I ride a motorbike, and I do carry a spare crash helmet. Now I?m outside of work, I?m not so quick. She sits close to me.

Can I feel her nipples? Her crotch is jammed up against me.

Can I feel her soft edges? Through her jeans?? Through My jeans? I stop outside her house.

I have a hard-on.

I have been thinking of my riding. ?I want to play you. Now.

? She said, massaging my imprisoned length. ?What about waiting to go inside?? I suggested She told me to get off the bike. Hey, you know, she seems incharge. She undid her jeans.

Slowly. At first I cant believe it. Then she is standing in front of me in her shirt, her nipples erect, and a white G-string, and an Chips style crash helmet. She is looking straight into my eyes. She folds her jeans, turns away from me, and places her jeans on the ground. Her soft place is perfectly apple shaped, and as firm. As she bends over she slightly parts her legs. I look closely, no sign of pubic hair.

But I can see the outside of her soft edges.

She has no cellulite, and I can see by the damp patch, how excited she is. She seems to have lost something on the ground because she hasn?t yet stood up again. However, I?m not offering to help, the view of this expanse of buttock is great. I want to play her in her cute arse, then I want her to suck me, and then I want a Softness play. My length is hurting. I start to move. ?Stay where you are.? She said sharply, still bent over, ?I want you to do exactly what I say. Do you like what you see?? ?Yes I do. I do.

Very much.

? ?You want to play me in the arse.

I haven?t done it that waybefore.

However, I do want to be shagged in the street. Let me show you what?s on offer.? With that she pulled aside the crotch of her G-string. She kept pulling until the string broke.

I felt the splash on my lips.

She spread her cheeks, so that I could see her closed ring piece. Just below was her nearly shaved cunt.

It was still closed. She toyed her finger and tickled her softness open.

She moved her fingers up and started fingering her ring piece. ?Can I help?? I asked hopefully? ?Soon, ? she said ?Enjoy the view?. After she had inserted her finger, she removed it and stoodup. She undid her blouse and revealed a bra which although skimpy, revealed nothing except the top orbs of her breasts. I could see the bottom of her breasts, the top of her breasts, but not her nipples Although they seemed to be growing.. She slowly undid her bra, and slow slipped the cups over her nipples, which gently wobbled upon their release. Then, walking slowly towards me, she slowly lifted one leg over the saddle of the bike. She paused, looking into my eyes. Her softness now wide open and her ring piece expose. Remember, we are still in the street. There had been no traffic until now, although I think she was a little disappointed! ?Come here? she ordered I was about to say that I though I already had, however I walkedto her. She undid my belt, my fly and my trousers. She slid her hand onto my thingy. I?m not a big man, although she seemed pleasantly surprised. ? Get on the bike behind me? she whispered. As I got on, she leant forward over the tank, and spread herlegs. ?Play me? she moaned. Easing my trousers past my hips, I guided my bell-end intothe warm, damp and tight confines of her cunt. I was beginning to worry about shooting my load, when she pulled off. ?Have you played in the street before?? she asked ?No? I replied truthfully? ?Then for your first street play, play me in the arse. Thenwe can both have a first.? My experience of anal sex is not extensive, but it has alwaysinterested me.

I put the end of my thingy on her warmth. She pushed back, and I pressed forward. She gasped as I pushed slowly in side her. God it was tight.

This took some time, because, I couldn?t go very far until she loosened up. This required a bit of gentle pumping. She moaned, and pushed back. I could feel every inch of her rectum on my thingy. It squeezed hard. Suddenly she pushed back hard. I was noww completely inside her bum. She yelped softly.

Then she grasped my balls and rubbed them on her personal placeoris. Slowly. Then slowly she began to pump, and I began. God this was great. The tip of my manhood was being squeezed and stroked by her strong tight anal muscles. I rammed hard and came deep inside her. She moaned loudly and writhed wildly, pushing back, ramming me deeper and deeper inside. I felt her cervix quiver from the other side. She screamed loudly and gasped. And then went limp. Gently I withdrew. ? Now, lets go for a ride? she said ? I can?t go like this. I?m over dressed!? I said. QuicklyI stripped off. Wearing just our crash helmets, she rode off, with me on the pillion seat. ?Hold on!? she screamed. I held on to the seat. ?My tits, idiot!? I held onto her small, firm tits, with her nipples just between my middle fingers.

My god! We rode down the High Street, around the bypass,and up a couple of back alleys. The look on the faces of the people! Although, I think if you?re very outrageous, people can't comprehend it, and so ignore it.

It's probably easier.

We arrived back at her place, and as she climbed off the bike, I started to tongue her personal place. But that's another story. Suffice to say, we shagged every which way that night.

I can't believe such a gorgeous woman would let me do that to her.

I hope I work with her again soon?.