Playing Doctor Pt. 02

"Fall?" I questioned. "You're not falling for me, are you?"

"I am going crazy. It didn't just start four days ago, when I read that story. I think I felt it two weeks ago, when I was doing your physical. Something about they way you sounded so confident when you called me a gorgeous woman. I mean, I have heard that before, but not with such honesty and... and confidence, is the only way to put it."

"Let's sit, can we?" Amy nodded. I lead her to the couch where we sat so we could look directly into each other's eyes. "I have a confession to make," I added as we settled in on the couch. "I have always held an attraction for you. Since the day I first visited you in the clinic. I think you had been there for only three or four months."

"Do you remember what you were there for? No..." Amy shook her head. "It makes no difference."

"No, it makes no difference," I agreed. "But, just the same, I remember that I had a bad cold, and you prescribed me penicillin. I remember talking about how beautiful I thought you were. My wife probably got tired of hearing about you. And in a couple days, I quit talking about you. Until, that is, I was due for my annual physical. Those are the only times I saw you. And I talked endlessly about you for days afterward."

"Do you suppose, that is part of what caused the rift between you and your wife?"

"Not at all. We were doomed long before you started at the clinic." I chuckled a little, then said, "You asked me about the prostate exam last year, I declined to let you prod me. But this year... I decided I would let you, if you felt it necessary. But... alas... it was over all too soon."

"It wasn't for fun. It is actually part of normal physicals for fifty and older males."

"I know."

We talked non-stop till around 6:30, when I suggested, "I think we should order our dinner."

"Yes," Amy agreed. "Prime rib, rare with broccoli. Remember? And if they offer a dinner salad, I would like raspberry vinaigrette on mine."

"Got it," I said. I went to the phone and called it down to the kitchen. While I did that, Amy went to the bathroom. When she came out, I noticed for the first time since she arrived what she was wearing. It nearly took my breath away. She was wearing black yoga pants that left very little to ones imagination. I saw no pantie lines, so assumed she was wearing thongs, a string bikini, or nothing at all. Her top was a simple white knit bicycle shirt that fit her snugly and made her breasts look very nice without a bra. "Oh, my, my, my..."

"What?" she asked with a playful sneer.

"I am sorry, I didn't notice what you were wearing when you came in. You cause certain feelings that I cannot explain... Not in mixed company, anyway."

"You like?" she asked as she struck a model's pose., with her hands on her sexy hips.

"Oh... Yes... I like. Very much. Dinner just might get interrupted."

"Clam yourself, Sampson."

"I'll try, Delilah." I stepped in front of her, took her in my arms and eased in for a much needed kiss.

"Oh... Hello..." she panted. "I have been waiting for that far too long." I was going in for another, hotter kiss when room service knocked on the door. The same young man that helped me with my luggage the day before, pushed in a cart with two large plates covered by stainless steel lids. And two dinner salads covered in shrink wrap finished the set-up. He transferred the plates to the table and set the silverware as it should be.

Amy gave the young man a twenty dollar tip. "You people are so generous. You are staying here for a while, right?"

"Yes, but we aren't eating room service every night," I informed him.

"Oh," he pouted. Then his face brightened quickly. "That's okay. Enjoy your meal. Set the tray outside the door when you are finished, please."

"Thank you," Amy said as she went to the table and stood beside one of the two chairs. The young man left, and I pulled the chair out for Amy. She sat and I pushed her in. She smiled widely at my chivalry. "Such a gentleman."

"Don't expect it all the time," I teased.

"I will take what I can get." We took the covers off our plates and smiled contentedly at the very well arranged food. The meat was cooked perfectly as was the steamed broccoli. We dug in. Amy talked while I chewed and I talked while Amy chewed. We talked about our jobs and what we did to get where we were. We talked about future plans we'd had as of a few days ago. We laughed at how our plans seemed to have changed, abruptly.

When we finished our meals I asked a question I had been meaning to ask all day, "I notice that when we are alone together, or more to the point, away from the clinic, you are a lot less subdued."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"You just seem more open and relaxed when you aren't doing your doctoring thing."

"I like to keep a level of professionalism. We learn about non-transference in medical school. It's impossible to not become personally involved with all of our patients, but believe me, it saves a lot of grief and worry."

"So what happened here? I mean between you and I."

"We do have lives away from the clinic. I like to cut up a little. I have to make up for the seriousness of the job. I love my job, but can't carry it with me all the time. Do you live your job?"

"Oh, hell," chuckled. "I don't even love my job. I barely take it seriously while I am at work. And when the day is over, I leave it at the door. I have the luxury of knowing that what I do today will barely affect what happens tomorrow. Which is just about the same exact thing. I know that what you do every day will affect lives for years down the road. I guess that does require an enormous amount of responsibility and seriousness."

"And that's exactly why I have to cut up when I am not working," she sighed. "I would go crazy if I couldn't vent some steam once in a while. I understand that I don't work in a hospital or even a busy clinic. I do like to have fun too."

"I know that much," I said. "I have seen you in action. I have heard you on the phone doin' things to your girlfriend, that I can only imagine the scene. As much as I like your bedside manner, I love your fun side that much more."

"Hoo, I thought you were going to say, you didn't like my fun side," she laughed. She stood and started cleaning the table. I helped, and in just a few short seconds, the remains of our meal were gathered on the tray and ready to be returned to the kitchen. I set the stray outside the door and turned to rejoin Amy. She was already settled on the couch with a fetching look on her face.

I slid next to her and asked, "What do you want to do now?" She didn't need to say one word. She threw one leg over mine and hopped into my lap. I wrapped her up in my arms and slowly placed a kiss on her beautiful lips. She crossed her arms behind my head and returned the kiss. She probed my mouth with her wet tongue. I sucked it softly as I also let my hands roam her firm sexy body.

Amy broke the kiss, leaned back slightly, and pulled her tight shirt over her head. I was right in assuming she wasn't wearing a bra. Her firm smallish breasts bounced a little as she tossed her top to the other side of the room. She leaned forward once more to kiss me, but I detoured to her small erect nipples . I sucked first the left one then the right, and back and forth. I flicked my tongue over the sensitive flesh. I gently squeezed her free breast and twisted the nipple till it was hard and dark pink. Amy had a firm grip on my head running her fingers through my hair.

I opened my mouth and sucked as much of the small breast into my mouth. Amy moaned her approval. She also began humping my already erect cock through our clothes. I could feel her arousal soaking through the layers of material.

I released my oral grip on her breast and went back to assault her sweet lips. My hands roamed down her smoothed skinned back and to the waistband of her skin tight yoga pants. "Um... Honey... This won't work," she said, squirming about on my lap.

"Should we retire to the bed?" I suggested.

"That was not my dilemma, but it is solved that easily."

"What was it, then?"

"With the way my legs were spread over you lap, I didn't think we could get my pants off."

"Problem solved, hey?"

"Yup," she smile as she jumped off my lap and made her way to the bedroom. Her pants landed in a moist crumpled pile not far from the bedroom door. When she jumped on the bed, she wore nothing but a hot pink G-String. "Oh... look at this bed! There is room for all three of us on this bed!"

"Do you want to call her?" I asked as I made my way to the bed, a trail of clothes behind me.

"Not just yet, Honey. I want you all to myself tonight."

"You're right," I said. "We haven't met yet, anyway."

"And that means what?"

"She may not like me after we meet. Although, she did say she can't wait to meet me."

"Yes," she scowled. "She says you are cute, and if you are good enough for me..."

"Did she really say that?" I asked as I sat on the bed next to Amy. "Now, wait. How does she know what I look like?"

"Yesterday, when I was looking up your story on my iPad, I snapped a picture of you, and sent it to her. I hope you don't mind."

"I will forgive you... If..." Somehow, she knew what I wanted. She pushed me to my back and immediately went to work pleasing my aching penis. She licked and sucked the shaft near the base and when I was sufficiently wet with her saliva, she lowered her mouth over my phallus. She took the entire five inches into her eager throat.

"Mmm," she said as she pulled off momentarily. "Your thick dick is so tasty." She went back to expertly sucking my cock. She stroked the base while she sucked on the head and swirled her tongue around the tip. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and held her head in place. Her hair felt so silky between my fingers. She tilted her face to look at me while she worked my knob. Her eyes made love to my face while her face made love to my organ.

"Sweetheart... I ... MMM... I am about..." She read what I meant before I could say it, and pulled away from my hair triggered dick. "Oh... you are too good. I need to eat you now."

"No. You ate me yesterday. Today is your day. I need you inside me now. But be warned, I am very horny now and I may not last long."

"I just hope I can hold out long enough to get you off. You have me teetering on the edge now."

"I will take it slow with you, if you want." She straddled me and almost slid down my dick, but decided at the last minute she wanted a different position. She threw herself to her back next to me. She spread her legs and ran her fingers over her puffy pussy lips. She pushed a finger into herself. After pushing it in and out for a minute or so, she pulled it out, bringing a good amount of her juice with it. She licked it off, off seductively. "My pussy is so ready for you." I got on my knees and between her legs. I lowered myself until my dick was pushing her slick wet lips apart.

I slowly lowered myself until I was balls deep in her yielding vagina. I pulled her legs up to rest them on my shoulders. I began to move in and out slowly. "You can put your weight on me. I won't break." I moved down and rested on my elbows and continued to fuck her. I locked me lips to hers and we kissed savagely for the next two minutes. "Uh... Honey... I was wrong. You are a little too heavy for me. We can go back to the way you had it before." I pulled back to my haunches and continued to move in her.

We fucked for another five minutes, about, when I started to feel the tension rise in my loins. But Amy beat me to the point of no return. "Oh... Honey... I am cumming! Oh... You have done it again... Made me cum!" She started to moan and pant. At her peak she even squealed some. Her tight vagina pulled and sucked at my shaft so much that I couldn't hold back anymore. I drilled into her very hard as I shot my benign load into her depths. I grunted and groaned like a caveman as I spilled my goo.

When I was finished and had gone limp, I pulled free of Amy and collapsed by her side. I took her into my arms and we cuddled and kissed for a few minutes. When we had recovered enough to feel the need to go again, Amy suggested, "I think we need to take a selfie and send it to our miss Toni. I think she would enjoy it."

"Good thinking," I said. "What is she doing tonight anyway?"

"She is 'WASHING HER HAIR'," Amy laughed. "I really don't know what she had planned."

"I'll get my phone and snap a couple pictures." I ran to the main room and grabbed my phone. I jumped on the bed next to Amy. We leaned against the headboard with our faces together and snapped a couple photos. One was worthy of sending. I deleted the other. We then snapped a few more with us kissing each other. One of them was particularly good so I saved it to send. The rest were good enough to keep, so I saved them to my library.

I wrote a short memo to Toni and attached two of the photos. The message I typed, read; 'Thinking of you. Wish you were here.' I sent it and two or three minutes later got one back.

'Wishing I was there too. I've cum several times thinking about you two together. Would like some hotter photos... If you don't mind.'

Amy and I worked on couple more sexy photos for Toni's amusement. The first was one of Amy sucking my erect dick. I was surprised she was so enthusiastic about that photo. We hadn't cleaned ourselves after sex. She said, "I know what I taste like and you don't add much to it. I can handle it." The second was a rather tough one to get. We wanted to get a good picture of my penis next to her beautiful pussy. We finally got a couple acceptable photos and sent them to Toni.

We took advantage of my newest erection, and Amy jumped on me and impaled herself on my spear. She lay on me chest and we moved in unison. We kissed all the while, until my phone chimed. Toni was sending another text, 'Very hot you two. I want more. I am almost there, and need just a little more to finish... again.' Amy leaned back so we could get a suitable picture of my dick in her pussy. When she received the two I sent, she replied, 'That was just what I needed. I am cummin' again.'

We read Toni's last text and it motivated us to fuck faster and harder. Since we had great orgasms just minutes before, we were able to keep going for nearly half an hour. I made a bold move and started rubbing my fingertip over her tiny puckered asshole. She opened her mouth and kissed me deep and moaned loudly into my mouth. The sound echoed in my head. 'Oh she liked that,' I thought to myself. I continued to manipulate her bum while hammering her cunny. In a matter of moments, she was cumming hard on my cock one more time. That was all I needed to get my nuts off again. I dumped what little I had inside her hot hole.

When Amy was finished, she collapsed on my chest. I stroked her hair and back as we caught our breath. When we were sufficiently rested, Amy slipped off my chest and we cuddled. Then one thought came to mind, "Are you spending the night with me?"

"Yeah... If you want me to. Oh... Shit..." She shot up to a seated position on the edge of the bed. I moved next to her. "I didn't bring my bag in. I guess I wasn't sure if you would let me stay.

"And you didn't want to appear to be inviting yourself."

"Yes."

"Well just know this. You are welcome to stay any time you are here." She grabbed my face, kissed me hard and ran to gather her clothes.

Amy pulled her shirt on and when she picked up her pants, she held them out as far from herself as she could. "EEW!" she said. "These are nasty." She slid them on anyway, cringing as she pulled the pants tight to her cummy pussy. "Oh... It's cold and wet!" Without bothering to put on shoes or anything, Amy ran to her car to get her bag. When she knocked on the door to be let back in I hesitated. I wanted to make her wait a little longer in her stinky cold yoga pants. She banged the door again, so I let her in. "Dammit, Glen!"

"Sorry, just playing a little. C'mon, let's get in the shower." We went into the shower and cleaned ourselves. We played some while in there, but didn't think we could go again. When we finished we dried each other, and slipped naked under the covers of the bed. A quick glance at the clock told me it was almost ten o'clock. Suddenly, I was feeling sleepy. "Sweetheart, I am really sleepy."

"I understand," Amy said. "Let's get some sleep." We kissed passionately and snuggled next to each other. We were soon both asleep.