I had known Dave for almost six months before that morning. We would talk a lot whenever he came in to drop off his bi-daily load. It was fun talking with him, learning more about him and his love life as a young 25-year-old married man. Happily, I thought, but as with all things in my life, I guessed wrong.

I loved watching him as he worked, unloaded his pallets of beer and liquor from the backend of his semi-trailer, gazing at the hard rounds of his chest through his thin white delivery shirt, his muscular arms pushing and pulling away on his cart. God I envied his wife, that lucky whore that got to see him bare ass every night, got to feel his rock hard abs, his ass cupped in the palm of her hands, his body, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. I wished so much that he were single.

"Darla," Dave grunted, closing up the back overhead before turning to face me, a small trail of sweat beading down the sides of his face. "Darla... I know this is odd to ask but." He paused again.

"But?" I said, not really catching on to what he had in mind.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked bluntly, walking up to me so that he was only mere inches away from my lips.

"But... I thought you were happy... married," I hissed. I could feel my entire body heating up as I gazed deep into his eyes.

"I thought I was happy too... till I caught that bitch sleeping around last night." He hissed, his eyes growing narrow.

"So... so you just want to kiss me in spite?" I asked not caring in all honesty; after all, it was not as if the thought of him taking me, fucking me on the loading dock one day didn't ever cross my mind. Fact it was a thought, a wish I masturbated too quite often before he stopped in each night.

"It's not... not like that," he hissed, looking away, "Since I met you I've been holding back," he whimpered. "Trying my best to be that loving Husband I was supposed to be and yet all this time, well... you are really hot for your age... you know, that body of your just screams for a man" Dave said, smiling slightly, one side of his mouth cocking upward as he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"I'm only a few years younger than you," I smiled. I could feel my face blushing, my entire body boiling over as I nodded my head only to feel him pressing his lush, wet lips upon mine, taking me passionately. In that moment, that second I got so nervous.

In my mind, he was the perfect male to lose it to and I desired it so bad from him, wanted; needed him to take me, to be my first, to fuck me right there on the loading dock, right there in the back warehouse on one of the wrapped pallets of beer.

"Mmm... yes Dave," I gasped, feeling one of his hands under my shirt where he began caressing my large firm shaped breasts, teasing my nipples with his tips. Caressing them with such passion, such emotion, as if making sure not to go any further, any faster than he thought I was ready for. Such the perfect man, the perfect stud, Dave was waiting for my approval to go further.