Hi,
Here's that account I promised you.

Saturday May 18th 2002. I was due to meet a colleague from the hospital who 
had a friend who was selling a Mini. I had owned a Mini once before and loved 
it to bits. I was intending to get another because my son is turning 
seventeen and it would be nice for him drive as well. I thought I vaguely 
recognised the name of the person who was selling the car but could not put a 
face to him. He was a radiologist at the Nuffield Hospital and I had met him 
once or twice before. I was due to meet David (the colleague and fellow 
nurse) at 6.30 that evening in order to go to Taunton. Jack was away on 
business otherwise he would have come with me instead of David. However, 
David was asked to cover for someone that was off sick. It was either him or 
me to do the cover as we both had the night off. He said he could rearrange 
the meeting but I said that I would be OK to go alone. When I met Sean Ahern 
(that was his name) I realised that I did know him and had spoken to him many 
times on the phone. I always called him Paddy like everyone else as that was 
how I was first introduced to him. For some unknown reason I thought Sean was 
someone else I had met just once. I didn't realise that 'Paddy' wasn't his 
real name and was a somewhat derogatory name pinned on him in cruel fun. I 
just hoped I hadn't called him Paddy but couldn't remember. I think I just 
said 'hi' when someone said Paddy was on the phone.

I met Sean outside the hospital in the staff car park. I had a good look at 
the vehicle and had a drive. It was lovely. I decided to buy the vehicle and 
he said he deliver it to me the next day and arrange to get a lift back with 
the ambulance crew. We decided to celebrate the deal by having a drink nearby. 
I think we were in the pub for over two hours chatting away. When we got up to 
leave I realised that the drink had gone straight to my head. I hadn't eaten 
for a few and although I hadn't drunk too much I was in no condition to drive home. 
Sean suggested that I had better have something to eat and see if I sobered 
up a bit later on. We walked by the river and it soon became quite dark. 
Fortunately it was a very warm evening and the lights along the banks made 
the experience surreal. I was wearing a short-sleeved white roll-neck jersey 
top. Because it was warm I wasn't wearing a bra. I was wearing a thigh length 
skirt, moderately high-healed shoes, no tights and a skimpy pair of panties. 
Sean was telling me that he was sure he had met me before somewhere and was 
reeling off places that I had never heard of in an attempt to click with me.  

It didn't but I was getting the distinct impression that he was skirting 
around the real reason for knowing me. Call it intuition or sixth sense, I 
don't know but he was alluding to something. I was a little worried that he 
may have seen some of my pictures on the internet or something. Especially as 
he admitting spending a lot of time surfing. Sean has something about him 
that is quite reassuring. A calmness, a gentleness that is in contrast to his 
tall masculinity. I therefore felt safe to suggest he had perhaps seen my 
photograph somewhere, MenNews or somewhere else. He hadn't as it happened. I 
blushed and my nipples were like thimbles under my thin top. I knew this 
because his eyes were constantly darting towards them. He stopped me in my 
tracks and told me he thought I was gorgeous and had thought so when we first 
met at an 'Investment In People' meeting that I had co-ordinated a couple of 
years earlier. I suddenly realised that we had made eye contact several times 
at that meeting and I never did realise who he was at the time.  Of course 
now the MenNews thing was out of the bag. Me and my big mouth. I made it out 
to be a shocking joke to see what his reaction was. I suddenly realised that 
I was sounding like a bit of a naughty girl. At least that was the nature of 
the dialogue for a while before the kiss. The more I tried to be casual about 
posing naked and having no problem with that thought the more I sounded like 
I was suggesting a more intimate relationship. I did like the kiss though. 
The more I responded the more intense the situation became. I had no option 
but to enjoy the closeness…it felt fine. His hand was gently caressing my 
stiffened nipples and soon his hand went inside my top. We found ourselves 
against the wall of a bridge and within the shadows. His hand soon went 
towards my mound and started to massage my crotch. The passion of the moment, 
the excitement filled with terror was an intoxicating combination. I knew him 
and yet I knew nothing about him. I trusted him because I had talked with him 
several times and yet I barely recognised him when I saw him. This was the 
stranger I and others women had fantasised about and yet he was someone I had 
known for sometime and I had put a completely different face to. I was having 
a moral dilemma and my erogenous zones tingled at the same time. My legs 
gently parted as things progressed and a deft finger slipped around my wetted 
knickers and plunged into my warmth. I was ready for anything now. I hungered 
for more exploration as my nipples were sucked and teased. He broke my 
panties, they were my favourites…but somehow that wasn't important. They fell 
to my feet, attached to my one ankle via one slim thread. They would be no 
protection now. That gossamer thin Polly/cotton mix that protected me from 
nakedness was gone. Sean was fumbling with his wallet as he continued to kiss 
by face, lips, and eyes. Then he was in me. He felt so firm and his strokes 
were slow and even. I raised my leg and hooked it around his hips. 
Penetration was deep and exhilarating. His fingers were squeezing and 
flicking my nipples until I could scream with ecstasy. We were so into what 
we were doing that we were oblivious to the people who had walked passed. I 
shuddered as I orgasmed. It was delightful. I could have gone on and on but 
things don't quite happen like that. Sean was a gentleman and had taken the 
precaution of wearing protection. He promised to by me a new pair of panties. 

I didn't want to know if he was married and he didn't ask me. It was as if 
because we didn't ask, it wasn't important. I was sober by the time we had 
finished and prepared to drive home. Sean delivered the car the next day and 
we had sex again on the floor of my sitting room. Full unfettered sex and 
oral stimulation. I orgasmed three times in various positions including on 
the edge of a table with my feet on two chairs. I don't know if we will ever 
do it again but I suppose we would if the situation arises.  

Elle

P.S. I have a few photos in the MenNews archive under Elle2 that may be worth 
a look.