2 comments/ 28942 views/ 1 favorites Nice to Meet You By: flexiblewhore "Damn it!!" I cursed louder than I meant to as I tried to open the window of my new room on the third floor of "the Hamburg University in beautiful downtown Hamburg, Germany." The place was a shit hole. I was studying abroad from America. I wanted to see the world; I wanted to examine other cultures. However, I'm beginning to discover what my mother said was right, "Where ever you go there you are." No matter how far I went I couldn't escape myself. I wasn't adjusting well. For one thing, people were so free and blunt there, I saw a naked person roaming the halls at least once a day. I applauded their bravery, and wished I wasn't a critical American that blushed furiously when said naked person bid me good day. Not only was the whole dorm co-ed, but so were the bathrooms. Now, supposedly there was "girl-time" and "guy-time," but my German sucked, and more often than not I found myself butt naked in a big, hot, wet, room with as many as 20 naked men. (Not always a bad thing, but usually) However, one day I thought I'd beaten the system, by deciding to shower at noon when everyone was at class. I stepped into the bathroom, and to my dismay, was greeted by the sound of running water. I sighed in submission. "The Showers" were no more than a big open room with holes in the wall through which water spurted, either scalding hot or freezing cold. I peeked in, to find an amazing sight. There stood a man with dark brown hair that was slicked back with water. He wasn't excessively muscular, but he looked carved out of stone. Cut. Strong. He had an 8-pack that stood out in the glistening water. Some of the water bounced off his tan skin, but most of trailed down his muscular arms. And as if this wasn't enough to give me something to cream over for the rest of my days he was using those sexy arms to jack of his beautiful cock. I just stood there with my mouth a gape. Without really thinking, I reached into my robe and started to rub my clit. I had to rest my weight on the wall. As I watched the hansom stranger our motions became synchronized. My eyes were glued to his luscious cock. My pussy juice was starting to soak my hand, and any second I was going to come. I closed my eyes, and threw my head back as I felt my cunt contract. As I came I tried pathetically to muffle my whimpers of ecstasy. As I started to come down from my high I opened my eyes to see two chestnut brown eyes staring back at me. I gasped and staggered backwards a few steps. I apparently had done a very bad job of being inconspicuous. I couldn't believe it, but he was even better looking up-front. He had kind eyes and a sweet smile. I was embarrassed of course, but with his gentle gaze upon me I wasn't nearly as embarrassed as you might think. "Verbinden sie mich bitte." I didn't need to know German to know what that meant. It was in his eyes, a deep primal lust, screaming "please join me." I couldn't help the huge grin that popped onto my face. I was filled with a new sense of courage. I boldly stepped out of my robe and into his warm embrace. With a hearty chuckle he lifted me and carried me back over to the shower, which had gone icy cold. In the cold my nips grew hard as rocks. The man just gazed at me with a loving look. Then he bent down and wrapped his warm lips around my nipple. I could feel my cunt grow a little wetter still, and I couldn't help but scream. I reached for his head and caressed it gently. He varied between licking them so tenderly, and sucking rather forcefully. When he pulled of my tit my hands lingered about his head. I slid my hands down his body until they came to rest at his waist. I stared into his eyes, and whispered breathlessly, "Fuck me." He gazed back into my eyes and simply bent down and kissed me with so much intensity and passion that I had to hold his shoulders for support. As we kissed his fingers nimbly descended my form until he reached my cunt. I took a step backward so I could use the wall for support. He grinned devilishly (which was of course still amazingly cute.) and suddenly I felt 2 of his fingers pop into my sopping cunt. He must have felt how wet I was. He threw another finger inside and I had nothing to do but moan. I wished I knew his name so I could tell the whole building what a great job he was doing. With 3 fingers in my messy pussy he stepped closer to me and kissed me with a lifetime's amount of heat. Then he nibbled my ear. I moaned loudly as I smelled his sweet skin. I was taken by surprise when the young stud breathed in my ear, " *pant* What-is-your *pant* name?" I tried, but all I could answer when he was fingering me this good was "I dunno." He laughed and kissed me again. I wanted to repay his Ôkindness'. As his hand left my cunt I fell to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He just grunted low and deep. I started running my mouth up and down his beautiful cock. His pre-cum was all over; I could tell he had been having a good time. I felt his cock touch the back of my throat and I gagged several times. However, he was getting very excited and moaning more and more. I pulled off his cock and he looked down frantically as if I had just severed his oxygen supply. I stared up at him and asked, "what's your name?" A grin plagued his features briefly, then he gently urged my mouth back onto his cock. I could hear him panting loudly, and grunting. I pulled off his cock, and stood up. He looked down just as frantically as before. I smiled sweetly and told him, "My name's Jane." He was still panting, but he calmed himself to get out a clear, "My name's George." "Hi," I replied. "Hi." George laughed at our little joke, but his eyes were dead serious and full of fire. He made a circle in the air with his finger indicating me to turn my back to him. I obeyed. I rested my hands on the cold tiled wall, and a shiver ran down my spine. My breathing was already fast, but when I felt his meat press against my ass it caught in my throat. He bent over me which urged his package into my ass cheeks; I groaned. He pressed up tight against me, and put his big, warm, soft hands on my hips and spread my legs open. His cock rested against my pussy. He was being gentle, a little too gentle. I couldn't take being teased so, I need his cock so bad and he wasn't giving it to me! I continued to wait, then I felt his hand cover my mouth. And for a second I was petrified, then I heard what he had heard... footsteps! I almost cried when he pulled his cock away. He moved fast and was on his way out when he said, "Well? Are you coming?" "Well, I was going to but you left." I replied jokingly. He smiled at me briefly and started to walk away. I scrambled after him, I was barely able to pull my robe on, but I did manage to flick off the bitch that interrupted one of the best moments of my life. I followed George up to his room. He led me through the door It was dark and smelled like incense. I heard a throaty chuckle come from George as he playfully threw me on to the bed. I giggled like a little girl. He was straddling me, and bent down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and explored his mouth with my tongue. I was so busy I barely noticed him parting my legs with one hand. So when I felt his finger graze my clit I was so taken by surprise and ecstasy I arched my back and screamed his name. My lover then swung his leg back over me and snuggled next to me. Then he reached across my body and slid a finger in and out of my juicy cunt. I screamed out, "Oh god!" I tried biting my lip to stifle the screams, but it didn't help much. He then started to nibble my ear, and my body felt like it was on fire. George slipped another finger inside my cunt, leaned in, and said in a husky whisper, "Oh baby I'm so hard. " The image of George stroking his cock from earlier flashed through my brain. I reached over and slipped my hand into the towel he still had wrapped around his waist. And boy was he right! I loved the feel of his cock in my fist! So as I stroked his cock he fingered me. We were both panting like crazy. And every once in a while George would scream for god. Mostly he just grunted with effort. With all our motion my robe opened free, and George's towel had fallen off. I turned my head and took in the thickly muscled arm he was fingering me with, the tight sweaty 8-pack of abs, and his red, mushrooming, pre-cumming cock. My pussy tightened and I started to scream, "Oh god baby, I'm coming!" I was getting loud so George kissed me to muffle my screams. My body shook with the intensity of my orgasm. He kept fingering me until I was nearly spent. He bent over me and whispered breathlessly, "Does she want more?" I could only nod. I expected him to immediately start again, but he actually just cuddled me sweetly until I was ready. I liked feeling his firm body radiate heat upon my naked flesh. He began to circle my nips with his finger, playfully, impatiently, skillfully. When I was ready, I got up and straddled him: it was my turn to make him scream. I bent down to his glorious 8-pack and licked ever so gently and I felt his skin shudder underneath me, then I licked a little harder and a little faster. George's breath became quick and labored. His hand migrated to my head; he didn't push he just stroked my hair gently as my tongue flew faster and faster. Then I sucked on a small bit of skin, and felt his cock rise to meet my body. I moved to a different spot and sucked again, and again, and again. George was starting to scream for god again and his hands were now desperately trying to push my head onto his cock. I finally obliged him, taking a lot in at once. My tongue flew up and down his rock hard dick. He was so close, I could feel his body tensing, I could taste his pre-cum and his hips were bucking wildly. He was pushing my head down and I was gagging, but I didn't care. All I wanted at that point was his cum. Then all at once he forced my head down and I took the entire extent of him in my throat and I felt warm cum flood my mouth. I couldn't swallow so cum just ran down his shaft, my tits, the sheets, but most just ran down my throat. While he came he screamed, "Oh fuck yesssssss!!," but mostly he just whimpered in bliss. I spit out his dick and to my amazement it was still hard and ready for more, He sat up and kissed me deep and passionate. It seemed to exceed words, because all at once he said "thank you," "I love you," and "more please" without saying a word. "Turn around baby," he told me and it was all I needed to hear. I turned and dropped my tits to the bed. Just like back at the showers I felt his warm strong hands grab my hips and his dick sit upon my entrance. He pulled me toward him a bit, and his red-hot member slid inside slowly, pushing apart my pussy and making me scream. I could feel his cock filling every crevice, and stealing my breath. I felt stuffed, full, complete. I grunted and impaled myself on his entire cock. For a sweet instant we stayed just like that. Then he started to rhythmically push me forward and back on his cock. Soon, we were moving as one in and out. I could feel his balls start to slap my clit. The universe was melting away. Soon, it was just him and me, and then it just his cock and my cunt, pulsating and moving. Every muscle, every blood vessel, and every nerve in my body felt like it was going to explode. I heard him scream my name and plunge his dick in as far as it would go. And like a huge explosion the world broke in two as we became one. I could feel cum flood my insides again. I felt my pussy grab his cock, milking it dry. I'm sure I screamed but all I remember is the feeling of cum everywhere: down my legs, in my cunt, down his legs, in the bed... He pulled his limp, spent cock from my ravaged cunt. And grabbed me up in his strong arms and let me rest on his beautiful chest. We were so euphoric and tired it was a while before I could even begin to believe what happened. "Nice to meet you, Jane," said George in awe. "It's nice to meet you too George," I replied. Nice to Meet You This was a new apartment complex and right in the center was a beautiful swimming pool and a large, circular Jacuzzi. About forty or fifty of us had moved in over the past couple weeks, and we had ended up posting a "GET TO KNOW YOU PARTY" on the mailbox bulletin board. So here we were, on a Saturday evening, most of us in shorts or swimsuits, enjoying some great music, and some very cold beers. It was a great way to finish a week. There were several of us who had been hanging out all afternoon, and I had noticed an interesting ratio of about three women to each man in this complex, which I thought was pretty neat. I had learned at m last residence, not to date anyone living in the same building, as it makes life difficult if the relationship doesn't end well. I was seriously considering that maybe I should re-think that rule. This place had some of the best-looking ladies I had ever seen. And every one that I had met so far, was single and foxy. They could double my rent, and I would pay it; the "scenery" here was outstanding. Everyone was chatting, and dancing, and enjoying the beers, getting to know each other. It was a great party- one of those casual gatherings that just works out. After a while, the crowd thinned, as most were heading out to some after-game celebrations, or home to bed. Someone suggested that we hit the Jacuzzi, and several of us headed that direction. They fired up the spa, but couldn't find the pool lights. They flipped on the switch, but apparently, the builder hadn't bothered to put in the light, and no one had used the spa until now. At least the jets were working, and the heater, too. Someone joked about "since there's no light, we ought to go skinny-dipping", and since we'd had several beers, we all thought that was a brilliant idea. As I untied my shorts, and dropped them to the ground, the two gals nearest me let out a long whistle, and one said, "I'm sitting next to him." We laughed and all climbed into the spa. The heat felt great, and the jets were strong, which not only massaged my back, but made for quite a roar, and lots of bubbles. We tried to talk, but the noise of the spa precluded that, so after a few minutes, most of us just sat back and enjoyed the jets, and the buzz from the beer. Although it was after dark, there was still lots of light around the complex, so I could see everyone pretty clearly. I looked around, and counted eight of us in the circle of the spa. There were three of us guys, and five gals. I noticed that the gals weren't shy about flashing us their tits; they were giggling and laughing, and occasionally splashing each other, which gave them an excuse to stick out their nipples, and wiggle their breasts at us. They were all fine, and I was once again thinking that maybe I should make a move on one of them, or two of them. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my cock. I looked up, startled, at the gal on my right, but couldn't tell if it was her. I looked to my left, and couldn't tell if it was her hand either. The spa was very full, roaring, and bubbling- a black pool. I could make out faces, and some shoulders, but that was it. One of these two next to me had a firm hold on my cock, and now she was gently pulling on it. That felt pretty good, and I could feel my prick start to thicken and rise. She was running her fingertips lightly up and down the now-hard shaft, pausing at the tip to swirl around my crown, and then running down the sides again. She would stop completely, and her hand was gone, then it would return, grasp me, and stroke me, starting all over again. My cock was throbbing and bouncing in the bubbles, begging for release. I looked quickly to my right again, and caught her looking. She smiled and squeezed my cock. Then, as though I wasn't even there, she turned and leaned toward the gal on her right, and the two of them were chatting up about something. So, above the surface, it appeared I was just sitting minding my own business, while underwater, her hand was working on my hard cock. She would wrap her fingers around me, pull her hand up the length of my pole, then push down again to the base. She didn't stop, and I was now as hard as granite. She kept it up, and I was beginning to feel my balls growing, too. My cum was building in them, and I knew I was going to have a massive orgasm very soon. She kept stroking, and now I was pushing my cock up in her hand as it came down on me; she picked up the pace, never even glancing my direction. My cock felt huge, and I didn't think I would last much longer. She reached down, cupped by balls, squeezed them tightly, and then grabbed my hard dick and stroked as fast as she could. I immediately started to cum, spewing my jism out into the spa. She kept pumping my cock, and I kept spurting cum with each stroke. Oh man, it was intense. I could hardly breathe, it felt so good. She just kept pulling the crown of my cock, and stroking down firmly, and my balls were shooting out everything they held. She absolutely drained me, milking every drop of cum out of me. When I was completely done, she again cupped my balls, and just gently held them in the palm of her hand. After a few minutes, I was beginning to breathe again. She leaned over to me finally, and gave me a huge smile. "Nice to meet you." she said. Nice to Meet You Alan barely noticed the girl as he headed down the coach aisle. He followed the numbers down to row 14, preoccupied with the fruits of his trip. The 5-day summit for internal martial arts had been precisely what he'd needed to refocus his training, and he was looking forward to getting home and trying a few new things with his sparring partners. When he found the number, he looked up at the letters marked on the armrests. 14B: he had the aisle seat. He stepped aside to let the old woman behind him pass, and this absentminded movement into the slow but steady stream of aisle traffic caused the bear of a man assigned to 16A to bump into him, which caused him to nudge the girl shoving a large carry-on bag into the overhead. Reaching up as she'd been, her balance was easily compromised, and as she righted herself, her bag had begun to slide out of its compartment. His left hand shot up instinctively to secure the luggage, and his right reached out to steady her, catching her hip to feel the unexpected sensation of bare flesh. "Sorry about that," the huge man in front of them rumbled. "No harm done," Alan replied, then turned to make his own apology to the girl. She was half a head shorter than him, with short blonde hair that had a touch of blue at the tips. When their eyes met he noticed that hers were a gorgeous shade of hazel, looking up at him from under heavy, dark lashes. Her lips looked deliciously plump and soft. With a start he realized that his hand was still on her hip. He quickly removed it, and then realized that he hadn't spoken to her yet. "Sorry," he finally said. She said "It's fine" in a voice that made him think of velvet against skin, her smile polite with a glint of amusement, and turned to sit down in seat 14A. Alan shook his head at the little thrill he felt when he realized this girl was going to be sitting next to him. While he was highly appreciative of feminine form, Alan considered it rude to stand around gawking openly at attractive women. Nonetheless, he couldn't seem to help giving her a second, more detailed look as she took her seat. Her purple button-down shirt fit snugly at her chest but wasn't form-fitting, and her jeans rode a bit low, exposing the bit of bare hip he'd felt when he'd caught her, but weren't tight. The somewhat plain clothing couldn't hide that her body was an enticing flow of soft curves, but what drew his eye the most was the subtle pout of those full lips; without any conscious prompt, his mind provided a vivid simulation of the touch of those lips against his own. She glanced up at him, and he quickly busied himself putting his backpack under his seat. He was already embarrassed at becoming tongue-tied earlier, and this flight would last a while; the last thing he wanted was to make things awkward between them and then have to stew in that awkwardness for two hours. He settled back, buckled his seatbelt when the stewardesses began their spiel about safety, and tried to reroute his train of thought from the stunning creature seated next to him, running through common attacks, counters, and exercises to practice both. Twenty minutes later, Alan woke to her by him, and opened his eyes to a fantastic view of her from behind as she delicately stepped over his legs to get into the aisle; he marveled at how fantastic an ass could look even in loose pants. When she turned to look at him over her shoulder he quickly averted his gaze, and belatedly pulled his legs back to make it easier for her to pass. She stepped into the aisle and opened the overhead, rummaging around a bit before pulling out an mp3 player and and earbud set. When she passed again to return to her seat Alan made sure his gaze was focused elsewhere, but he turned back and met her eyes when she looked at him. It had to be wishful thinking, but it seemed that now there was a bit more than politeness and amusement to her smile. The girl put the earbuds in and started a song. He could hear it faintly, a woman's vocals with a heavy bassline. Alan picked up a magazine out of the seat-back in front of him and began to flip through it, seeing precious little of interest as he wasn't much of a food critic. The next one seemed more promising, showing on the cover a riverbank in front of a lush jungle, and he scanned through the contents. He had no sooner selected an article and started in on it than he found himself distracted by his peripheral vision. What had started as subtle movements to the song's beat became more and more dynamic as she became engrossed in it, until she was dancing in her seat. He kept scanning the first line of what would at another time be a fascinating documentation of wildlife in and around Amazon river tributaries, without reading a word of it. All of his attention was focused on the corner of his sight where her sinuous, rhythmic movement flowed an arch into her back, lifting her shirt a bit higher on her stomach and thrusting her breasts up and out before the wave receded. The orange light of transition from afternoon to evening spilled in through the windows, across the exposed tops of her breasts – had she always had that many buttons undone? - and inside the gap beneath the last button of her shirt where her navel was hidden and revealed to him in an undulating rhythm. It was very clear that he would not be able to avoid being fascinated by this girl. She turned toward him just as he realized that he'd been staring directly at her. The smirk on her face, he supposed, would indicate that she was aware of the effect she was having on him and didn't mind it, but out of reflex Alan snapped back to his article, determinedly forcing himself to at least process the first sentence. 'Photographing Hoatzin from a moving canoe is harder than it looks.' The girl giggled quietly, and Alan flushed red with embarrassment. It didn't seem possible that this youthful vision of sexuality could have any kind of interest in him; she undoubtedly got dopey looks like the one she'd caught on his face all the time, from all sorts. If anything, she was probably just teasing to see what other faces he could make. He stiffened when he felt a light touch on his arm, and stiffened differently when he felt the touch trace briefly down his bicep. Then again, Alan thought, that might not be so bad. He closed the magazine, replaced it in the seat-back and turned toward the girl. She looked pleased with his decision, and leaned forward for a moment to look past him. Alan briefly followed her eyes across the aisle: the old woman in 14D was asleep, her breath fogging a small part of the window, and 14C was empty. When he turned back to her, she was putting her music player and earphones into her shirt pocket. She began tracing a finger down her collarbone, the followed the curve of her cleavage; the slight pressure of her fingertip made a little dimple in the soft flesh as it passed. She toyed with the highest fastened shirt button, her nonchalant expression betraying a hint of mischief. He watched with rapt attention. It stayed fastened and she continued down over her shirt, watching her own descent along the line of buttons until she passed the last one and skimmed down the little space of bare midriff. She turned her eyes to him as she unfastened her jeans, then began to pull down the zipper. Alan saw only skin where underwear could have been before she stopped and brought the zipper back up. Her grin widened at the expression on his face, and she drew her fingertip back up her stomach, catching on the bottom button and dragging her shirt slowly upward. He took in every inch of smooth, pale skin that she revealed. The cups of a light-green bra came into view, and then the ample cleavage that it contained. The girl cocked her head at Alan, raised a questioning eyebrow. "Glorious," he answered. That quiet laugh again, and then her eyes flicked up the aisle and she smoothly but quickly pulled her shirt back down. Moments later, a stewardess came down the aisle with a refreshments cart. They both waved away the offer of food or drink, but before the stewardess could continue past the girl said, "Actually, could I get a blanket? I'm a little chilly." As the woman in uniform walked off, Alan turned to look at his seatmate, who in turn leaned over again to look at the woman across the row. She had stirred a bit from the passing of the cart, but quickly settled back to sleep. Satisfied, the girl turned so her back was partly towards Alan, raised her shirt again until the clasp of her bra was revealed, and looked back at him expectantly. Alan hesitated, but in that moment he couldn't imagine what else she could mean: he reached over and undid the clasp, with thankfully minimal difficulty. When the straps fell away, he indulged himself and let his knuckles drift lightly down the uninterrupted curve of her back; her skin was even silkier than it looked, and she shivered lightly at his touch. Her shirt had barely dropped back to its normal place when the stewardess returned. The girl thanked her brightly for the blanket, and immediately set to draping it over herself. Alan watched her hands moving methodically down her front under the cloth; after one more check on the sleeper across the row, she reached across his lap to take his left hand and guide it under the blanket. When she brought him to the meeting place of the sides of her shirt, he found that all of the buttons were undone. He moved the fabric out of the way and his palm caressed the slight roundness of her belly, drinking in the feel of her bare skin. When she felt him start to take initiative, she stopped guiding him, but left her hand resting lightly on his. His explorations trended upward, until he reached the cups of her bra. Hooking his index finger in the fabric between the cups, he pulled up; the bra offered minimal resistance, and soon enough he felt her breasts pass by either side of his hand as they bounced free of the garment. Alan brushed his fingertips over the top of her breast at first, then curved underneath. The warm weight of the deliciously soft handful filled his mind with a haze of arousal. She held his eyes with a deceptively innocent expression as she pressed her hand over his gently, and he felt her nipple hardening against the center of his palm. He squeezed and stroked the soft flesh, rubbed up and down, felt the thick, firm tip drag along his skin. Her eyes drifted shut and a smile played at the corner of her mouth as she bit her lip. She guided his hand to her other breast; he felt her other nipple push between his fingers, barely heard her contented sigh as he gave it a gentle tug. Night had just about fallen. A few people in the plane had turned their lights on, but the closest person to them who had was three rows forward. The girl reached out from under the blanket and slid her hand up his thigh, to lightly trace his erection through his pants with one fingernail. It was his turn to close his eyes and let out a deep breath as she idly squeezed his shaft and circled his head with her thumb. She started to guide his hand again, this time downward with agonizing slowness. Alan let her move him at her pace; despite wanting to touch her everywhere at once, he didn't want to ruin whatever it was that he was doing with this woman. He had frankly never been so turned on by someone in his entire life. Alan pulled down the zipper of her still-unbuttoned jeans. She scooted forward and parted her legs as far as she could; he was glad she was wearing loose pants. His hand slid down over the light stubble on her mound, felt thick, damp heat radiating from below. She tilted her hips up when his middle finger grazed her clit on its way to the bottom of her slit. Her eyes fluttered shut as he parted her slick lips with a few gentle strokes, and she let out a shaky moan when he curled underneath her hood and began rolling her swollen bud on the slicked pad of his fingertip. He loved the way her hips twitched in miniature thrusts as he circled her clit. He pressed down on it for a moment and felt her quickened pulse throbbing against his finger, dropped to tease her lips again and felt her lift her butt off the seat in an effort to get his finger inside her. In a few minutes the girl's breath came in pants and restrained moans, and Alan was right on the verge of cumming in his boxers; the cloth barrier between her hand and his dick was mattering less and less. The fact that he could hear, but not see, the sliding of his fingers as two moved slowly in and out of her hot, pulsing tunnel, squeezing the digits so tightly that it felt like he could only move inside her because of the small flood of wetness slicking her inner walls, didn't help at all. She kept him perfectly on edge, and he tried to do the same for her. But seeing the look on her face, brow knit in concentration, lip bitten hard to keep from making too much noise, and the way she writhed in her seat, trying to find the best way to fuck his hand... He had to see her cum. He curled his fingers upward, rubbed the front of her walls, and in moments she dropped her head back, clamping her thighs down on his hand. Her breath caught, and then a strained but soft whimper escaped her as one gush of wetness after another flowed onto his hand, soaking the seat below. Soon she relaxed, and directed an appreciative grin at him; he could still feel the occasional tremor through her body as he let one finger trail up and down her slit. She gently guided his hand up away from between her legs and resumed her light touches on his cock. This girl still seemed determined to keep him hovering right before the point of no return. She had stopped stroking him entirely when she came, which was fortunate for him; if that sight of her had accompanied the feeling of her jerking him off, his pants would be a mess right now. Come to think of it, they'd be a mess soon enough if she kept up what she was doing, as each tease was bringing him closer and closer to release. He felt her start to open his zipper, and while part of him eagerly anticipated feeling her soft, cool hands on his bare cock, another part of him was just grateful to avoid the discomfort before he'd be able to change into new boxers. She arched an eyebrow when she saw his dick out in open air, trailing one finger up the underside of the shaft to the tip, tracing the ridge of the crown. The light touches brought him achingly close, and Alan strained upward, head tilted back, almost there... With his eyes closed, the wet warmth of her lips around his shaft came as a shock. It took everything he had to delay his orgasm for another few seconds, which she spent taking him deeper into her mouth. Then she swallowed the first spurt, sucking hard as she slid up and down his shaft, taking his cum down her throat. How much time passed as he came in her mouth, Alan would never know. But eventually her head rose from his lap, and she wiped her mouth before sticking out her hand. "I'm Riley," she said simply. Alan had to laugh, but tried to keep it down since his cock was still out. And still completely hard, he noticed. "Nice to meet you," he finally said, and shook the offered hand. "Alan." "You look like you can handle another round," Riley said, looking at his lap with a grin. "I'd certainly love to try." With that, the fasten seatbelt signs came on, and a stewardess began to talk about descent. The two of them fixed their clothing in a hurry, but a quick glance to their left made it clear that it hadn't been quick enough for the old woman across the row to miss it. Alan shrugged at her with a weak grin. After a moment of shaking her head, Riley leaned over him towards their neighbour and put a finger to her lips. The woman rolled her eyes, but nodded. Riley rested her head on Alan's shoulder as the plane smoothly approached the airport. He kept his arm around her waist, stroking the bit of exposed bare hip with his thumb while her slender fingers traced up and down his thigh just above his knee. That little bit of contact kept him partially hard all the way through their touchdown and taxi into the gate. When the lights came all the way on and the seatbelt signs blinked off again, Alan stood and retrieved Riley's bag from overhead, holding it out to her once she got out to the aisle. She put her mp3 player back into the front pocket, and the line began to crawl forward. Once they had finally filed in to the airport, Alan turned to speak to Riley, unsure of what to say. A few seconds passed just staring at her: the hazel eyes sparking with heat and mischief, the questioning tilt of her head, the hint of a smirk touching a corner of her perfectly-formed mouth... Without a word, he pulled her to him and finally tasted the succulent lips that had been driving him mad. Riley kissed him back eagerly, making a muffled sound of approval when he sucked on her bottom lip and then nibbling on his. He kissed down her neck to just above her collarbone, and she tilted her head and sighed before pushing him gently away. When Alan looked around and sheepishly realized they were very much in public view, he began to apologize. "This place is pretty dead," Riley spoke first. Her bag was slung over one shoulder as she scanned her surroundings. Alan cast a few glances around, and realized she was right: even though it was only around 9:30, the medium-sized airport had precious little traffic flowing through it. While slightly interesting to note, her casual tone made it seem like something of a non-sequitur. "I suppose so, yes." "Gimme your phone - here, this is my number. And... now I've got yours. Okay, wait here for a second." Riley rushed off, leaving Alan to wait and wonder. A text message several minutes later sent a jolt of anticipation through him. "Ladies room near gate f" was all it said. Alan looked up; he was at Gate C. He tried to strike a balance between appearing casual and getting three gates down as fast as humanly possible, and managed to find his destination with no more than a few odd looks. The plane for Gate F had likely just left recently, as there was no one waiting by it. Alan hesitated for only a split second, glancing quickly around before pushing open the restroom door and walking in. Riley was to his left, leaning against one of the sinks; her backpack was underneath it, her green bra discarded on top of it. Her shirt was completely open and her eyes were shut tight. Her right hand was kneading a naked breast, her thick nipples darkened and standing out from being roughly teased. Her other hand was inside her unfastened jeans, and he could hear the distinct sound of a drenched slit being rubbed furiously. When the door closed behind him, Riley's eyes opened and fixed a predatory gaze on Alan. She grabbed something off of the sink and then pushed her pants down her legs, kicking them off as she marched towards him. Alan was transfixed, by the onslaught of visual stimulation and by the openly aggressive approach she made now. Transfixed, and probably harder than he'd ever been. A few steps away from being nose-to-nose with him, she stopped, feet set wide apart and hands on her hips, just barely wearing her dress shirt and naked from the waist down. He could see her the fingers of her left hand were coated with her cream, saw her inner thighs glisten with her juices. Her pussy was flushed a deep pink, with thick, swollen lips; in the quiet moment that passed, he heard the soft pat of a droplet hitting the floor, and realized that she was literally dripping wet. "Take this off," Riley practically growled, tugging at his shirt. Alan lifted his arms and she tore it off of him, tossing it in the general direction of the sink where she'd placed her things. "Put this on," she said, holding up what she'd snatched from the sink. He grabbed the condom and quickly set to undoing his pants. He wound up having to do it blind as she immediately shoved her tongue in his mouth, pushing him against the wall and tracing the muscles of his chest. Once he'd gotten his pants undone, she reached down and pulled his length out for the second time, and he got the wrapper open, got it facing the right way, and rolled the condom onto himself. Nice to Meet You Riley wrapped one leg around him and hoisted herself up, never taking her mouth off of his. Her other leg crossed over the first behind his back, and she reached between them to grab his rod and line it up with her opening. When she sank down onto him, Alan smiled inwardly at the way she sighed, even as he made an inarticulate noise at the heat and pressure that enveloped him. She sounded... relieved, making him think of those times in old cartoons when the cat or dog or what have you jumps into water after burning itself. Then she started to move, and his mind went effectively blank. Alan fell back against the wall as Riley ground her clit against his pelvis, rolled her hips against his, stirred his cock inside her. These undulations had none of the teasing grace of her dance in her seat; there was urgency in her movements that he had to work to keep up with. They came up for air from another passionate kiss, and he watched her bare breasts as they rhythmically thrust toward him. Keeping a hand on the small of her back to support her, Alan cupped her breast and lifted one of her thick nipples to his lips. Her head dropped back and he felt her tighten on him when he sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue from below to press the sensitive tip against his teeth. Using the leverage of her legs, Riley pushed her hips up away from Alan's, letting his shaft slide out of her until it was just about to pop out. She let herself drop, shuddering with the impact and the pleasure of him driving all the way home in one stroke. She lifted up and dropped down again, and came as her clit smashed against him. Alan took his attention away from her nipple to muffle her cries with his mouth as she ground hard on him through her climax. A trickle of her cum traveled down his leg. Before she was finished coming down, Alan turned them around and put her back to the wall. He took the initiative, working himself in and out of her tight, spasming hole, and she bit his shoulder as she tried to meet each of his thrusts with one of her own. Grabbing a handful of her ass in each hand, he drove hard into her again and again, felt her tense up and clamp down as the movement of her hips became short and erratic with another orgasm. He fucked her right through it, and she quickly came again. It became hard to tell when she was cumming after that. Her moans and cries, interspersed with mindless profanity and appeals to a god, had peaks and lows, and there were times when she fucked back against him and times when she simply clung to him tightly, hot breath in his ear pleading and demanding. She left red crescent marks on his back and shoulders where her nails dug into him, and a dark patch on his pants, which had dropped around his ankles, marked where her juices had pooled after traveling down his leg. A sheen of sweat covered both of them. Even accounting for the condom and having cum half an hour ago, Alan had no idea how he'd managed to last this long; he'd suppose later that martial arts discipline had a few fringe benefits. Regardless, the frenzied state she'd reached riding him, just as much as the sensations of her hard nipples scraping his chest, her fingers clawing at his back, and the gripping, milking motion of her slick, hot interior on his shaft was rapidly drawing something powerful from him. He was panting, unable to fully form a coherent thought, let alone a word. It started in his extremities, in his toes and fingertips and at the base of his skull, gathering, tensing, focusing at his base and then surging forward. He pinned her to the wall with a growl as he came, and she drew blood from his back as she felt him pulsing inside her. Riley climbed down from him, leaning against the wall to support herself. She rested the back of her head on the wall with a glazed-over, satiated expression, and let the shirt she'd barely been wearing slip off of her shoulders. Alan placed his forehead on the cool tile next to her head, trying to breathe normally, hands still drifting over her nude form. "Fuck, I needed that," Riley said after a moment. She looked at Alan with half-lidded eyes. "Those're some strong legs you've got." "Thanks," he answered as airport security burst in. Nice to Meet You After weeks of flirting, we decide to meet. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (9 min/mp3) * * * * * Nice to Meet You, Doc I woke up this morning knowing it was going to be a day I just wanted to get through and forget about. No, it wasn't going to be a bad day at work. It wasn't to be a day at work at all. It was all about that time of year again, time for my annual physical. I wasn't dreading going to see the doctor as I made my way through heavier than normal traffic. I never really had dreaded doctor visits, mostly because I had been fairly healthy all my life. I am probably one of the more fit men of my age and I rarely went to my doctor more than a couple times a year. But that was just it, my age this year. I am turning fifty in two months and I knew what that meant. It was time for that dreaded procedure, a colonoscopy. I kept telling myself all week I wasn't having it done today. Dr. Morton was only going to schedule it for me sometime after my 50th birthday when my insurance would cover it. Still, it was getting too close for comfort. So here I am shifting uncomfortably in my car as I turn into the parking lot of the medical office. As I drive by the entrance I feel my backside pucker up at the thought of that scope penetrating nearly virgin territory. I suddenly have this amusing thought of all the years that orifice has been assaulted by my doctors digitally. Dr. Morton has had the dubious pleasure for almost five years now. I squirm again in my seat as I pull into a parking place and imagine the feeling of that thick meaty finger of his stabbing up my butt. I for once actually smile about it, not out of pleasure but out of relief that for today it will only be a finger and not something else. I walk on into the office and up to the counter. I am greeted by a bright smiling face of a new receptionist. "Good morning, sir. Do you have an appointment with us today?" Along with the bright smile comes a very brightly toned voice. Now I am one of these people that likes to be very personable and use names when I talk to someone. I just feel it's more of a social etiquette to do so and besides in a service environment it sometimes has proved to serve me well. So I would usually look right down at the young woman's name tag and expect in this case to read a 'Beth' or 'Susie' or something along those lines and come back with a response of, 'Hi Beth, yes I sure do and aren't we a very positive person to start my day.' Instead, my eyes don't make it down and over to her name tag. My eyes go down alright, but they freeze in place on two of the largest breasts and deepest formed cleavage I have seen in real life. I can feel my tongue and something else further down swell. At that moment I am so glad I am standing behind a waist high counter. As this so far unmanned woman types away on her computer her breasts jiggle and the gold heart dangling on a long gold chain slips further into the cavernous cleft of her bosom. "Sir, do you have an appointment?" I hear the voice and come out of my trance. "Uh, what, I uh..." I finally pull my lustful eyes away long enough to look over a couple of inches and see 'Carol' printed across her gold name tag. "Oh, yes Carol, I do." "Great, with whom?" She asks as she reaches for her computer mouse. That small movement must separate her massive breasts just enough for that cut gold heart to finally fall off the precipice of and disappear between those two mounds of desired womanhood. That small display causes me to swallow hard and as my hips involuntarily ease forward I feel the lump in my khakis bump against the counter. What is happening with me? I've never reacted this much for a woman out in public. I haven't had sex in over week, not even at the use of my left hand, but all this morning sex has been the furthest thing from my mind. But here I am sporting a real live hard-on. "I, uh, am with Dr. Morton." I finally spit out. "Oh my, I'm sorry." Carol replies. The tone in her voice goes from very bright to very somber in barely a heartbeat. I find my surprising erection deflating just about as fast. "Is there a problem?" I ask. "Well, yes, we have to reschedule appointments for his patients. He was in a car accident this morning and is still in the hospital. He's doing well, but obviously he won't be seeing patients today." "Oh wow, at least he's okay. He's a fine doctor." "So, can I reschedule you for another day? We expect him back in a few of days, but he is already booked for about three weeks out. I can try and find you one for then." Carol goes to tapping on her keyboard once more and the jiggling breasts are apparent again. The rise in my khakis also begins to return. Where am I getting off being this horny? I feel the head of my cock creep back down my thigh in my boxers. Then my fat head, the one on my shoulders takes control again for a second. I realize I can't schedule a day in the next three or four weeks or even a month after that. I have a swing of business trips lined up for almost two solid months. At first I think it's a good excuse to put off an unpleasant experience, but its just going to be the same pain coming on down the road. "Hmmm, I let myself bump up too close to a travel schedule so it would tough to plan anything in that time frame. I originally made the appointment for today just for that reason." I tell Carol. Carol continues to tap away on her computer and although her generous bosom still is giving me fits of lusty thoughts, the thought of my scheduling conflict overpowers it and my hard-on dwindles away again. "Well, I could book you to see different doctor that is available today. Dr. Benson has an opening this morning. A late cancellation. Would that be alright?" Carol looks up at me and I am sure she purses her lips, those red lips with a glossy shine. Okay Steve, get a hold of yourself! No not literally I tell my left hand as it brushes by the front of my khakis. I feel the blood fill my manhood still again. "That's a good idea. Why not?" I say to Carol. "What time?" "The appointment is in twenty minutes. Will that be okay?" "Sure, thanks Carol. I'll take it.'" "Alright then, let me just do a little work here." She starts tapping away, but in mid-stroke of her sexy fingers on the keys she pauses long enough to reach up and pull that relatively tiny gold heart out from between her comparatively enormous breasts. It flops down on the slope of smooth skin of her left one. As I watch and she types away it starts that slow journey back toward her cavernous cleavage. I gulp and feel my hard-on bump the side of the counter between us. "Okay you are scheduled. Dr. Benson will see you at 9:30. Have a seat and fill out this form and the nurse will call you shortly." Carol hands me a clip board with the pen attached by one of those plastic spiral wires. "And thank you, sir, for being so understanding." "Thank you so much Carol." I say as I start to walk away, knowing she has no idea just how much I thank her for what she has done for me this morning. Then I realize my reaction to her sexiness has not yet subsided this last time and I'm pointing the way to the chairs with my erection. Luckily I have the clipboard so I hold it down low, hoping not to be too obvious. I take the first seat I come to. As soon as sit I lay the clip board in my lap a little too abruptly and it bangs against the boner in my pants. I flinch at the slight pain, but at least it's out of view. My mind turns to filling out the form on my personal and family medical history. I always totally love these things as it taxes my brain trying to remember dates for shots and surgeries and what ailments my family members have had over the years. I am always fascinated they can't have most of this printed out already from what's been written in my medical records from all my visits before. I check boxes and fill in the spaces. "Mr. Jenkins. Stephen Jenkins." I hear the voice behind me. I look around and see a nurse. I stand and as I do I stop in my tracks forgetting about the hard-on I had brought with me just minutes ago. To my relief it has completely subsided. So I walk on toward the nurse. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, uh Cheryl." I greet this woman more appropriately as I look at her gold name tag. Not that Cheryl isn't pretty enough to distract me but unlike Carol she isn't showing the same incredible cleavage and I've been distracted enough now with the questions I had to answer on the form. "Good morning, Mr. Jenkins. I'll take that." She reaches out and takes the clipboard with the form. "Please follow me." And Cheryl my nurse turns to head down the hallway. Okay, now I know something is wrong with me this morning. Instead of robotically following the nurse like any other visit to this doctor's office, I am for some reason drawn to Cheryl's backside. As I walk behind her I am enamored with the motion of her bottom as it rocks to and fro in those nice snug cream colored nurse pants of hers. I actually find myself fantasizing as to what kind of underwear she is wearing. Just as conjure up a picture of a nice thin lacy thong stretched taught between what must be very lovely cheeks, she stops abruptly. I catch myself quick just in time so as not to bump into her. She's short enough that the erection that has boomeranged back inside my pants would not hit her in that cute backside but more like the middle of her back. Unlucky for me though I now have nothing to hold in front of my bulging crotch. She has my clipboard. This is going to get very embarrassing very quickly. "Okay, stand up on the scale and let me get your weight." She says without looking in my direction and scribbles something on my form. I step up on the platform but hold my hands crossed down in front of me. My thumb grazes the fly of my khakis and then over to the bulge on the right side. It's not huge, but it must still be noticeable if I can feel it. I just look straight ahead and see the digital numbers finally settle to "194.7". "Okay, got that, now how tall are you?" Cheryl then asks looking from the readout up on the wall then back down to my paperwork. I don't think she could have seen my bulge in the profile with my shielding hands. I hope not anyway. "Uh, I'm six foot two." I reply, my thumb grazing back across the pleat over my hard-on. It is subsiding once again luckily for me. "Okay, let's take your temp and we'll be done." Cheryl finally does turn to face me and holds the thermometer up. She holds it in my mouth high enough I don't have the opportunity to look down at her body for a moment. Good for us both at this point, I think. The electronic contraption beeps and she removes the thermometer from between my lips. "Okay, Mr. Jenkins, follow me and you can wait for Dr. Benson." Cheryl turns and walks on further down the hallway. I try not to look at her back side again, but the temptation gets a hold of me. There it is swaying as sexily as ever. I feel the blood flowing to my crotch for what must be the tenth time this morning. Cheryl stops and turns toward an examining room and then looks up at me. I avert my eyes hopefully soon enough that she doesn't notice. "Mr. Jenkins, you can wait in here." She says as I walk by her into the room. "Go ahead and get undressed down to your underwear and put that gown on." She points to the neatly folded cloth gown lying on the examining table. "Dr. Benson should be in shortly." "Thank you Cheryl." I say as she closes the door behind her. I find myself trying to get one more glimpse at her backside but the door closes too fast. What a morning Stevie boy! First the downer of having to get this physical done, then to find out my doctor has had a car accident and now I get to see a doctor I've never met before. On the up side of course, is getting to see such beautiful sights as far as Carol's incredible bosom and Cheryl's lovely backside. I still can't figure for the life of me why I am so easily turned on today. Like I say, it has been over a week since I've made love to my wife, but that isn't all that unusual for us these past few years. I also may not have had a good jerk of the old pecker over some good erotica of my own or on Literotica in a day or two, but that has not had me sporting a woody for every pretty woman I encounter out in public in the past. The good thing at the moment is that all this analysis of my near fifty year old libido is distracting me enough to lose the erection Cheryl's bottom had most recently built up. I undress and strip down to my boxers. Then I pick up the white hospital gown and look at it. I can never remember how the hell to wear one of these things from year to year. I flash back to the movies I've seen where they make a joke out of how it opens in the back as you walk down the hall of a hospital. You know, where your big backside hangs out in front of everyone. I always start to put it on that way and change my mind at the last second and put it on like a robe, with the opening in the front. Turns out this one has no strings to tie it shut, so I just wrap it around me and hold it closed with my arms crossed in front of me. I stand here for at least five minutes before I decide I may as well sit down. So I hop up on the examining table. The gown flaps wide open of course, so I pull it back around me and try to tuck them over my legs to cover my boxers. I know it's rather silly as the doc will be looking at me head to toe in just a few minutes and the boxers will be the least of my worries. I guess I always have this last twinge of modesty even though Dr. Morton and the other doctors I've seen over the years seem to take it all in stride. I'm sure they see a hundred swaying penises a week. It's just a little feeling today seeing a new doctor today and thinking of him handling my privates when I've never met him before. I'm sure he'll take it nonchalantly just like my old Dr. Morton. As I have that thought, there is a knock on the door, a pause and then it opens. In walks a woman, obviously another nurse. "Good morning." She pleasantly greets me with a wonderful smile. A very pretty face indeed framed by rather nice long brown hair. "Good morning." I reply, as I remember I haven't had my blood pressure taken or my blood drawn. A nurse usually does that before Dr. Morton examines me. So as I settle back realizing this nurse is here to do just that I do my usual looking for a name tag when I realize this woman is not wearing the same cream colored pants and top as Cheryl my other nurse. This woman is wearing a white lab coat. I then focus on her left breast pocket and see script print instead of a name tag and it reads, "Dr. Robin Benson." Dr. Benson is a woman! "So, Mr. Jenkins, first let me apologize for you having to see a different doctor this morning. I'm sure you have heard about Dr. Morton's accident." She looks at me with my chart pressing up to her chest, her arms folded over it. "Yes, I uh, I did hear. I hope he is well soon." I look at this new doctor; new to me anyway. She isn't hopefully too new to the practice although she looks much younger than Dr. Morton who is likely pushing sixty. But she isn't nearly as young as Carol the receptionist who might be just out of college. "Yes, we do, too. It doesn't sound serious but I'm sure he'll be out of commission for at least a few days. Oh I'm sorry, I am Dr. Robin Benson." She takes a step forward and extends her hand. As I reach out my hand I gaze at her light blue blouse and then the gaping caused by her leaning toward me. She also doesn't have the chest of Carol the receptionist and the blouse she is wearing is not as revealing but it still allows me to view a little cleavage. She has a cute little ornament on a gold chain, too. She looks sexy in her own right and suddenly I feel that slight familiar stir in my boxers. I release Dr. Benson's hand soft hand reluctantly and she turns toward the desk. I look down to below the white coat, and see the dark print skirt she is wearing. It comes to about upper calf-length. For some crazy reason I find myself getting even more excited looking at those smooth but very strong looking calves from behind. My stir now becomes a stretch. "Let me just take a look at few things in your record to get caught up and I'll be ready for the exam." My new doctor says as she takes a seat on the stool in front of the desk. I watch as she tucks her left leg up under her before she sits. Doing this causes her lab coat to fall back which allows me to see another very fine feature of the skirt of hers. It is slit to mid-thigh! I only get a moment's peek at the revealed tanned skin of her leg before she tugs that lower part of her skirt back up, covering herself, before she goes back to reading my chart. I almost give out an audible sigh of disgust not getting to look upon that bare thigh longer. But I bite my lip and try to look around the room to distract my mind and let the semi-hard reaction I am having subside. I look up at a chart that describes the benefits of routine exercise and I am almost engrossed when I hear a barely discernable groan coming from the doctor. "Hmmm." I hear and I immediately look back in her direction and see her lean up over the desk just a bit more which in turn causes her body to lift just a fraction off the stool. The slight motion is enough to let the skirt flap slowly fall back down. From this angle I am now treated to even a barer, tanned thigh. My eyes glue to the scenic view and I find myself growing again within my boxers. This is almost getting ridiculous. I really can't be this hard up, can I? I quickly stuff my hands in my lap and try to bunch the gown over it. About that time Dr. Benson stands. "Okay, let's get you blood pressure." She goes to the wall by the examining table and takes the pressure cuff off the hook. "Hold you arm out nice and straight." Uh-oh. I hesitate but shift my right hand further over my crotch before I raise my left for her. She takes it and rests my forearm on her hip as she slips the cuff up toward my bicep. I know I'm not touching skin, but I swear I can feel her body heat through that skirt and lab coat. It only makes the fight to keep my hard-on under wraps that much more difficult. "My, looks like you still work out a lot for a man of your age." She says as she pumps the little bulb and the cuff fills with air, stiffening and tightening around my arm. The stiffening also continues in my boxers. "I, uh, do try to work out some everyday." I almost struggle to say as calmly as I can as I do struggle with something else. "Yes, good forearm muscles. And lucky for me nice veins, that will make it much easier drawing blood when we are done." She releases the pressure on the cuff. "Hmmm, it seems your pressure is up some today. Maybe it's what we like to call 'white coat' syndrome. Do you usually get nervous before you come to see Dr. Morton?" Dr. Benson asks as she slips the cuff back off my arm and my hand slips off her hip and white lab coat. "Uh, well, maybe. I guess." I lie, knowing it never has before and knowing full well why my blood pressure is high. Of course, as much as I feel the blood rushing to my manhood down below it's a wonder there is any left to measure in my arm. The thing is not fully extended as yet but it's getting there. My one hand is still bunching up the gown in front of me. "Tell you what, we'll take it again once I've finished the exam and you have had time to relax." With that she proceeds to get the light contraption from the wall and checks my ears and eyes. The touch of her fingers on my skin only adds to the heat I feel from Dr. Benson, whether real or just imagined in my lustful brain at the moment. Luckily I have two free hands again to force back down the steel rod growing in my shorts. "Okay, eyes and ears look fine. Any complaints at all in the last few months? Any physical ailments you want to discuss?" Other than the one painful ailment I have right now trying to work its way out of my boxers, Doc? Nice to Meet You, Doc "Uh no, I've had a pretty good year I suppose." I answer as loosely and calmly as I am able. "Okay, let's check out the chest and the heart." She affixes the stethoscope to her ears and applies the metal end to my chest. "Okay, deep breathes." And she hops around all over my chest and then to my back. Usually I get a jolt out of the first few placements of that cold metal piece to my skin from Dr. Morton. Today however, I don't flinch. Either she warmed it up with out me seeing or I'm way too warmed up already to notice. "All fine there, too." She wraps the stethoscope back over her neck. "Okay, I need you to lie back as I need to feel around your torso a bit." What? No way? Not in this condition. Dr. Benson waits for me to lay back and I pause too long. I look up at her. That pretty face is looking back at me. I swear those eyes are burning into mine. They are very clear blue eyes. "Is there something wrong?" She asks. Yes, I have one hell of a problem! A raging hard-on in my boxers that is about to embarrass the crap out of me. "No, I guess not." With my hands still covering the gown bunched over my crotch I lay back on the table and on the medical sanitary paper that runs up the middle crinkles under my back. I'm hoping she just thinks I'm a very modest man my keeping myself so purposefully covered. "Okay, I just need to feel around for lumps or any tenderness. Tell me if my pressing anywhere is painful or uncomfortable." Her hands start at my neck and she presses her fingers to both sides and then before she makes her way down my chest she parts the upper part of my gown. My whole body stiffens now. "Are my hands cold?" She asks at my reaction. I take a huge breath. "No, no it's fine." She works her way to my sides and then over my stomach. Her soft hands glide over my skin and her strong fingers work their way over my muscles. I know I tense more than I should each time she touches me, but it's only more stimulating still. I've never had a body massage in my life, but I swear it can't be any more erotic than what Dr. Robin Benson is doing to me right now. I know she will want to move lower down stomach. I also know my arms are in her way, but I surely can't move them and reveal my predicament. "Mr. Jenkins, please, I sense you must be a little nervous about having a woman doctor in place of your usual doctor. However, I promise I am very professional. Besides for now you still have your underwear on. Please I need to complete the exam." With that she pushes my right arm aside and then the left. The monster is released! I feel my erection immediately spring up and tent the front of my boxers. "Oh!" I hear Dr. Benson gasp. I look up at the startled look on her face. "I'm sorry. I am really sorry." I start to sit up but the paper slips under my back side causing me to fall back with a thud against the table. "Umph!" It nearly knocks the air out of me. "I, I, well..." Now it's Dr. Benson's turn to have a little difficulty speaking. "I am not, well, not uncomfortable about this, really. It's not the first time I've seen a reaction to my procedure somewhat similar to that." "No. You're kidding right?" I said still laying on my back but now trying to cover myself back up. Only even in my embarrassment I'm not succeeding in losing any momentum on the huge erection still growing in my boxers. In fact, my holding myself like I am only adds to the stimulation. I can feel myself throbbing in my hands as if I am home masturbating to another good hot story on Lit. "Actually, I have had more than a couple of men get aroused during the procedure, but dare I say not that aroused." She nods down between my legs. "And usually by now the discovery usually wilted the, uh, moment." There is no wilting going on in my boxers. In fact, as I adjust my hands I can feel a warm ooze of pre-cum leak from the tip of my cock. I feel it soak and smear into the material of my boxers and spread over the whole swollen head. I scramble to work my way back up to a sitting position. My hands remain over my crotch. "I really, truly am sorry. This is very embarrassing. And almost ridiculous. It won't go down." I lower my head and don't look at Dr. Benson this time. But I see her and those sexy calves of hers walk by me. I also feel another moist warmth ooze out and spread over the crotch of my boxers. "Well, one good thing about that, uh condition. At least I don't have to ask you whether you have any erectile dysfunction as some men of your age start to have." She lets out a chuckle at that and I look up to see her reaching toward a small box on the wall and she retrieves a couple of blue latex gloves. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist that one. Forgive me that was not very professional." The professional she still is though sits back on the stool and writes a few words in my chart almost as if nothing has happened. She turns back to me and starts to pull those gloves onto both hands. With a 'Snap!' of the one on her left hand she rolls the stool over to the front of the examining table before me. "Okay, let's get passed this and let me finish the exam and you can go home and have your wife take care of that for you." She smiles up at my face, snapping the second glove on and then stares back down at my crotch. "If you can last that long anyway." The smile broadens across her lips. I can't believe this. This woman doctor is not offended by what is happening. In fact, she is not only taking it all in stride, she is literally joking about it. What's worse, the whole time my cock stays just as hard as ever. What is going on with me? "Now step down here and drop those boxers." She orders, but doesn't look me in the eye; she just looks forward to where my hands still cover my crotch. "I don't know maybe I better leave right now." I say in all honesty, but feel another squirt of precum exit that little hole on the end of my stubborn hard-on. I realize this condition is not going away by wishing it to be so. I feel I can cum in an instant with the right added physical stimulation. I drift off for a moment in my mind and suddenly see myself standing in front of my computer desk at home. I am reading an exceptionally hot Lit story and busting a huge load all over the tissues laid out between me and the monitor. I can see all that cum blasted out in globs of white trailing to the words on the screen. "Come on get down here." Dr. Benson says as she reaches out and tugs on my knee. I nearly jump out of my skin at her touch, but find myself easing up off the examining table. I don't believe she is reaching up and grabs the legs of my boxers to yank them down my hips. Of course, even without looking -- and I'm scared to death to look down at all anyway -- I know what is going to happen. The waistband grabs hold of my hard cock and before I can reach out and free it, it comes free on its own. With as hard as I am it slaps right up against my belly with a very audible 'Smack!'. "Oh my God!" Her words break the silence. I can't help but look down now worrying something is wrong. I find the doctor staring at the hard pole of mine just inches from her chin. That chin drops completely; her mouth wide open and her eyes seemingly bugging out of her head. "What? Something wrong?" I ask in abject concern. "Uh, no, not hardly." She continues to stare. "Not at all, as I said before, and I can truly see for myself now plain as day. I'd say we can rule out any erectile problems anytime in your near future. My God, he is hard." "Really, I'm sorry. Maybe we ought to st..." I tried to concede. "Let me finish my work and then you can get on to finishing this off." Dr. Benson interrupts my words and grabs hold of my extended member to push it off to the left as her other hand feels my right testicle. I nearly jump out of my skin one more time! Then she pushes my cock back to the right and does the same inspection of my left ball. I suck in a deep breath and am so afraid I am going to lose it all right now. I grit my teeth and try to squeeze myself off from within. "No, obvious lumps here, well except the expected heaviness of an impending load of ejaculate." She says as she lets go of my erection. It snaps back to staring her straight in that beautiful face of hers. I swear she licks her lips as she stares back at me, at my leaking cock. "I do have to say, Stephen, I do hope I can call you that after what is happening here. I have to say I've never had a male patient get this erect for me let alone stay this erect throughout my examination. I feel rather flattered actually." With that she turns back to her desk and pulls out a gauze pad and lays it on her desk then she reaches over into another drawer and pulls out a tube of something. She proceeds to squirt a huge glob of clear gel from the tube onto the middle of the gauze. "Let's just see how that stiff appendage of yours reacts to the next part of the exam though." I watch as she takes her right index finger and rolls it in the gel and liberally coats it. Oh crap! I forgot about this. "Okay, turn around and assume the position." She says as she holds up that gooey blue gloved finger. I know my eyes bug out this time, but I can't seem to bring myself to comment. I close my eyes and slowly turn around. When I do I smack my hard-on into the metal side of the exam table. "Damn!" It hurts for only a second. But then I try to bend up over the table and I stab the head of my cock into the not so soft cushion of the table. "Damn!" "Here, let me give you a hand with that." Dr. Benson says from behind me. Next thing I know her other gloved hand reaches around and grabs my cock just below the swollen head. No sooner than she does and the most generous flow of precum runs out the crown. She slowly slides those blue latex covered fingers up over the tip and using my own moisture she glides her whole hand smoothly back down my length. The sensation not only hardens my cock that much more but my whole body stiffens as she leans into me from behind. I can feel her warmth pressed to me through lab coat and all. She strokes me very slowly with my cock at least now comfortably pointed up over the edge of the table. "Just how hard do you get Steve?" She says as she continues to fully run her fingers up and down my length. "I, uh, I don't know, but if you don't stop..." I grit my teeth feeling the balls of mine she rolled in her palm a few moments ago about ready to blow. "We don't want you walking out of here in this condition now do we? I don't want to be responsible for all the nurses and those young women in the front office going crazy over the guy with huge boner." She is down to a whisper now as she rubs her body up against my backside as I stand up against the exam table. "No, I mean yes, I, oh..." I grunt as she squeezes me hard eliciting another emission of precum. I look down to see her hand slide up and that blue thumb rub across my cock head and smear the clear liquid over my now almost purplish crown. She palms me there and then slides her lubricated fingers back down my entire length. "Nor would we want you making a mess in those nice pants of yours on the way out, now would we?" Then before I can respond her hand begins a piston-like motion up and down my cock. I'm going crazy. I can feel the cum boiling up in my balls. I know I can't stop this if I want to now. It's too late, even if she lets go at this point I'm gone, I am so ready to cum. And here it is... "Oh shit! I'm cumming." I almost yell as I feel the warm cum set to go. "Oh no not just yet, one more part of the exam still to go." With those words I feel her ease back from me and then feel a long thin finger penetrates my anus. My body stiffens like it never has. "Ohhh, noooo." I groan as the first volley of ejaculate fires off. She has me pointed up over the crinkled paper on the exam table and I watch with squinted eyes as it lands in a long stream maybe halfway up the table. But just as I my first cum splashes on the paper I feel Dr. Benson's finger spin inside me and then go deeper. I literally lose it all. The next shot soars further up the table, splattering up the paper. Then a third cum shot explodes out of the end of my cock and this time it's like a long thin white rope extending nearly up to the head of the table. It makes the most incredible splashing sound as it strikes the paper leaving a wet trail from one end of the table to the other. Dr. Benson's finger continues its assault in my butt and I fire off another three rounds of cum, each decreasing in distance and splashing noise up and onto the waiting crinkly paper. As she pulls her finger from my backside she continues to squeeze out the last few dribbles of my thick and shakes my cock letting the cum splash onto the white paper in a puddle. With one last pull on my cock the very last drop of my cum runs down her blue latex covered fingers. "Okay, I think that completes our exam. Wow, does it ever." She says as she walks passed me and to the side of the table looking down at the long trails of my cum. "I have to say this is a first in a lot ways, Mr. Stephen Jenkins. I've never given a patient a hand job before and I've certainly never seen that much cum come out of any man I have ever been with. Makes me hopeful there might still be a man out there for me that can do something like this." Then she proceeds to run her fingers through my cum, drawing little nonsense patterns with the largest globs of the thick white cream. All I can do is breath heavy and come back to my feet when I realize I have risen up on my tip toes during this whole episode. I don't know if it was because of the finger up my butt or the truly intense orgasm that rocked me. "Okay, why don't you get dressed while I clean this up?" She says as she pulls her latex gloves off and tosses them onto the middle of the cum covered paper. Then she rips the paper on the one end and balls it all up and tosses it in the trash can. "Oh, I do still want to get that other blood pressure reading. But from the look of you right now," she looks down my front and I follow her gaze to see my once stubbornly hard cock finally pulsing down to its normal calm size, "I don't think it would help much. We need that reading and blood drawn though before you leave. Tell you what, I'll give you time to dress and catch your breath, then I'll send Cheryl back in to do those." I finally gain enough frame of mind to reach down for my boxers and pull them up. I look back and see Dr. Benson bent over her desk writing a few more notes. I can't see her backside through the lab coat but even in my near exhaustion I have one last glimmer of lust thinking how I'd love to see that part of her. I walk over to the chair where the rest of my clothes lay and grab my khaki's. "Mr. Jenkins, I don't know what to say. I hope you took this the right way and understand I don't do this with other patients. I am usually very professional. However, in this case I can truly say this was a professional courtesy. From what I saw you weren't going to make it much longer anyway before you had to take care of that thing yourself or you'd be trying to walk out of here in a very awkward position as it were or making a rather huge mess in those pants of yours. We couldn't have had that." "I, well, I think..." I stammer to say something coherent. "No, don't say a word. Let's just call this a day and consider your exam complete except for what Cheryl will need to complete. But from what I saw I think you are one of the healthiest men I have ever met at your age. What ever you are doing keep it up." She chuckled. "Well, maybe don't keep IT up so easily." She smiles and turns toward the door. "One last thing, Mr. Jenkins. I think this should be the last time I act as your doctor. This day will be between just you and me. You should go back to Dr. Morton for all future appointments and especially physicals." With that she opens the door and leaves. I stand there holding my khakis in my right hand staring at the door. What has just happened? It has to have been a dream right? Dr. Robin Benson was just a fantasy. I am still at home on my computer reading a story about getting off at the doctor's office. I didn't just cum on that exam table over there, the one with the fresh new sanitary paper over it. Knock! "Mr. Jenkins?" I hear the voice and the door open right after. It's Cheryl the nurse. She looks at me standing there in my boxers. "Oh!' She exclaims and holds the clipboard in front of her face. "I thought sure Dr. Benson said you were already dressed. I'm sorry. I'll be back in a couple minutes." And Cheryl backs back out of the room. I really wonder if Cheryl misunderstood or had Dr. Robin Benson made the comment I was already dressed on purpose. A smile finally creeps across my face after all this time. Dr. Benson is a sly one, sexy one at that too. I let the preceding moments wash back over my mind and my body. It's as if I have a subsequent orgasm as I enjoy the thought of what Robin Benson, my doctor for the day had done for me. Dr. Morton sorry for your accident this morning but damn I do love you for it!