Pulling night duty was always pretty boring. 2300 to 0730 seem to drag the hours into infinity. Tonight would be no different. Going over my checklist, making sure the supply closet was stocked for the morning shift, I gazed over at the clock. Seem like the hands were just stock-still, I shrugged my shoulders and took my seat behind the desk.
I heard the sound of the doors open and the “click-clack” of heels bouncing off the floor, approaching, louder, as the silence of the night was broken. Looking up at the clock, 0100 hours. Glancing over the desk, I saw her. Upper 30’s, stylish, had to be someone’s wife, I’m sure. Her left hand was caressing her left cheek as she walked toward the desk. I noticed her legs. Lean, muscular, protruding from underneath her skirt, measuring each step cautiously in her summer sandals. I made a mental note of her slender body, breasts that sat high and proud, but something wasn’t right as her posture spoke of pain. I smiled, as she looked down at me with her weary eyes.
“I need to see the doctor.” She spoke softly.
“Good morning. I said, and can I ask the nature of your visit?”
“I feel like I’m having a major migraine”. She continued to massage her left temple.
“Let’s get you checked in, Mrs.?”
“Davis” She replied.
“I’ll call the doctor on duty. Please fill out these forms. You can have a seat over there.” Pointing to the chairs across from the desk, she turned, walked over to the seating area and started filling out the forms necessary for her treatment. I paged the doctor on duty and went to pull her chart.
Several minutes later, she was at the desk with the completed forms and I began the process of getting her into the room and comfortable until the DOD arrived. She didn’t have the usual posture, which a woman of her statue would project, probably cause she was in pain. Adjusting the lights and letting her know I was right outside, I closed the door and waited for the Doctor to arrive.
All was quite again. Then the woooosh of the back door sounded and another set of footprints echoed down the hall. Ahhh… the good doctor shows up. Nodding at Dr. Riley as he rounded the station, I handed him Mrs. Davis’s chart and pointed to exam room #3. I proceed to check off more of tomorrow’s duties, as I sat, waiting for the return of silence, once everyone was gone.
Dr. Riley stepped out of the exam room, handed me the orders for Ms. Davis and bid me good night. Leaving me to administer her injection, monitor her for the next 4 hours and check her out once she was ready to leave. Walking back to the supply room to mix the “standard cocktail” for migraines, I readied myself for the standard watch. Once she received this injection, she would be out for a while and then I would have to check her reflexes and acuity before she could be released. Well, it would be something to do and she wasn’t unpleasant to look at. Thank you for small favors, I silently thought, looking up to the ceiling with a slight smile.
Walking into the room, she was sur-spine with her eyes closed and a slight bow in her brow, significant of a migraine. I reintroduced myself and told her what the doctor had ordered and that I would need her to lower her skirt from her hip so that I could inject the medicine. She looked at me, and I wondered what she thought at that moment? Turning to her side, she slid the left side of her skirt down, revealing smooth taunt skin, slightly bronzed, as the tan line of her bathing suit appeared and the creamy white of her skin glowed in contrast to the thin red string crossing her hip. Just this small glimpse of her moon shaped ass, had me take in a deep breath as I readied the injection and placed my hand on her warm flesh.
“This will pinch and you will feel slightly warm, then a slight stinging as the medicine flows into your muscle. Try to relax. I’ll do my best not to hurt you too much. It’s a slow injection, so remain still.” I spoke softly as I knew noise and lights are the worse for any patient in this situation. She nodded and I could see her body relax as I touched her. Feeling for the muscle to prick, I felt her energy escape into my hands. It was over even before it began. I pulled a sheet over her and handed her a call button, should she need me in the meantime. Smiling, she closed her eyes and began to drift. I took one more look at her silhouetted frame before closing the door.
The light flashed from exam room #3. 0330 hours. Walking into the room, I found her sitting up on the side of the exam table with a stunning smile on her face. Smiling back, I asked what I could do for her?
“I have this ache between my shoulders, do you think its part of the migraine? Looking straight into my eyes. Could you rub it for me?” Again, that small voice and her smile just put a spell over me and I walked behind the exam table, touching her mid back, I began to rub between her shoulders. Leaning into my hands, she suddenly stiffened, turned slightly to connect her eyes with mine.
“Prevention is slightly better than the cure, you know.” Winking at me, she got up from the exam table, crossed her arms, grabbing the bottom of her blouse and lifted it over her head. Her supple breasts, free of a bra, swayed with the movement of her torso. I couldn’t move my eyes from her bold invitation to feast on her body. Somehow I knew this wasn’t going to be a typical night. Crooking her finger, she motioned me from the opposite side of the exam table.
Taking my hands she pressed them against her full bosom. Firm and meaty mounds of flesh warmed the palms of my hands as she released her hands from mine, placing them firmly on my semi-aroused cock. Her experience fingers tracing my young meaty member, responded, jerking against the fabric holding it captive. She kept her gaze locked with mine as she deftly unlatched my belt, unbuttoning, unzipping, breaking into the dark damp den, and releasing my angry throbbing beast into her hands.
Guiding me, stepping sideways, she maneuvered me to the side of the exam table. She continued stroking and kneading my meaty rod, never breaking her eyes away from mine. The silence between us needed no words for I knew she wanted me.
Taking my hand, I placed it on her shoulder, applying pressure to lower her body so that her mouth was level with my pulsing member. Watching as she opened her mouth, lips forming an “O” to engulf the mushroom head, I moaned as she slid her lips down on me.
Her mouth filled with hot liquid, circled around me as her tongue danced under my rim, flickering and licking from inside. I placed both hands on her head, guiding her back and forth on my slippery tool … watching the glistening moisture mix with my pre-cum and her moans vibrated … around my shaft.
Her sucking became louder as she became more excited. Her teeth gently raked over my flesh, her lips griping like fingers massaging my massive vein, pumping me like a water handle, urging the pressure to burst forth in gush. I wanted to … cum. Felt it drawing up from my sac, tingles raced from the back of my head to my lower spine, nerves signaling the eruption was about to happen … I jerked her head back and the suction popped into the air, hanging but for a second.
Pulling her up, I turned her body to the exam table, with one hand on the back of her neck, bent her over the table. My other hand raising her skirt to find her taunt moons exposed between a thin strip of red silk material. Pushing the scantly thong to one side, stepping in-between her legs, my hands spreading her cheeks, giving access into her moist cavern, I pushed into the velvet softness.
She began to raise her upper torso, I applied more pressure; holding her down as I pumped my young thick cock into her tight, wet, mature pussy. Sliding in and out, watching as her plump juicy folds slid across my swelling cock. Locking my hand in her hair, I pulled her against me, watching the arch of her back dip into the slender waist that blossomed into her ripe ass.
Our rhythm increased with each stroke, moans filtered through the air, controlling her with only my hands, her body obeying without resistance, powered me to thrust harder upwards, stroking her g-spot with the rim of my cock. I felt the rush of her cum squirting against me … begging me to fuck harder. Our thighs, drenched by her orgasm, slid nosily against each other as I continued the torrent stride of energy, built up inside me, ragging to spew in waves against her ribbed walls.
Reaching in front of her, my fingers finding her budding clit, I rubbed up and down, spreading her hot juices down to my still thrusting cock. Her body bounced up and down on her toes as she neared another climax. Faster my fingers worked in sync with the pumping of my cock until I felt the withdrawal of my balls and her body started to tremble. I lunged against her protruding ass and grunted loudly as my cum pelted the sides of her pussy, mixing with her orgasm … locking knees against hers, my cock … dancing deep within her hot little hole, muscles squeezing the last drops from me, I fell against her.
Catching our breath, we disengaged, cleaned up and dressed in the shadows from the outside street light. I left her to get her discharge papers so that she could leave the clinic. Smiling she said to me, “Prevention is so worth more then the cure.” Winking, she turned from me. I listened as the sound of her heels faded down the distant hall … leaving me in silence, she closed the door.