2 comments/ 9544 views/ 0 favorites You never know Ch. 01 By: Chebeba I was visiting my old friend Susie for a couple of months, combining a brief overseas business visit with a much needed longer holiday. She has an 8 year old son, which I have been spending lots of time with these weeks. Me and the kid get on really well. Still, I was a bit apprehensive when Susie asked me to take him to the dentist one day, since she had a doctor appointment at the same time as his dentist one. When I was a kid the dentist was a scary place to go to. Painful. Threatening. But the kid didn't seem to mind. He was happy about a chance to go to town, and not at all afraid of pain. So we head for the dentist. It's located in a large office building. The corridor on the 3rd floor has signs for lawyers, therapists and the like. Plus a small private dental clinic. We enter the minimalist reception which has only two cushioned benches for the waiting patients. The girl at the reception is about 20 years old and clearly overweight. As most people in this country, unfortunately. I have totally the wrong taste in women for South America. But I know this since long time. She prepares all the paperwork, and tells us the dentist will be free in about 15 minutes, and that the work should take about 20 minutes. The kid was here for a check-up two days ago, and today's appointment was scheduled to remove one caries that they found then. My usual habit when I'm in "boring waiting" situations is to indulge in sexy fantasies about the women around. But today there are no suitable subjects. So I settle down with the kid, playing some games and in general having fun. A couple of women keep passing between the reception and the two treatment rooms, one on this side where the reception is, and one on the other side of the corridor. I really can't tell if they are dentists or nurses. About my age, but overweight and unattractive as usual. I focus on playing with the kid. The entrance door opens, and a woman that is clearly a nurse enters. Now suddenly life becomes more interesting. Yes, she is pretty. But it's not only that that catches my attention. It's the way she moves. She moves with a deliberate grace that is totally enchanting. Every movement seems calculated, with smooth and soft control. She walks up to the receptionist and looks at some paperwork. I totally loose focus of the game I'm playing with the kid as I watch her beautiful hand turn the pages. They look so soft. Long fingers. Immaculate nails, short and clean with clear polish. Light chocolate brown skin. Her posture is pensive, back slightly arched, head a bit tilted to the side, and the other hand on her hip. A hint of a smile plays on her lips as she lifts her gaze to me and the kid for a few seconds. I have to make an effort not to check her out too obviously as she passes me and leaves the reception again. But I do check her out of course. I have to discount the hair, because it doesn't look so sexy in the compulsory nurses hair net. But I'm sure she has a nice haircut underneath that. Can't really guess which style, though. She's dressed all in white. On top she has a knee length nurses coat. I wonder if that is the clinics standard issue, or if it's a coat she's picked out herself. I guess the latter. The coats manages a really fine balance between staying very correct and modest, and being totally sexy. Well, I guess the reason it is sexy is that she is sexy, and the coat kind of allows that to shine through. It's neither tight nor loose. It just sits very right on her figure, showing it off pretty well without even getting close to being improper. The arms are short, and a little puffed. But only very little. The coats collar is a little low, showing her neck that looks very kissable. But the cotton top that she wears under the coat is not low cut, so the end result is still completely proper. And finally a pair of white slacks are complemented by low suede shoes in off-white with some turquoise pearl trimmings. Her hips are rather narrow, especially if you compare with the average size of the women in this city. As she walks out the reception door I can easily see myself doing nice things to that slim behind. When she has left I wonder how old she was. Kind of hard to estimate. She looked really young, but you have to be about 20 or 21 to be a dentists nurse. At least. Maybe I was fooled by the perky look of her breasts. However, that could be the work of some clever bra. Hard to tell under the coat. Too young for me, my intellectual self tells me. Still, she left me with a warm tingle in my stomach. I go back to playing with the kid for a few minutes, and then the dentist arrives. He asks us to step over to the other treatment room that's located across the corridor. The beautiful nurse is there waiting for us. A very pleasant surprise. I think I will enjoy this visit to the dentist more than I thought. The dentist and his nurse goes to work taking some X-rays of the little guys teeth. She is still working with an exquisite grace. Handling the dentist the films, taking care of them and developing them. And, more importantly, smiling a nice shy smile as she shows me out of and back in to the room a few times, to avoid X-ray exposure. I smile back, and keep eye contact as long as I can, while watching her closely. Yeah. I think she is noticing that I am noticing her. I chat a little with the dentist as the nurse gets busy developing the X-rays in the next room. She reappears. Carefully, almost lovingly drying the last drops of development fluid from the films. After studying them for a few moments the dentists points out a few things to me. A couple of the permanent teeth are risking growing out at bad angles due to the remaining baby teeth. He would like to remove two of the baby ones. A slightly longer operation than what was previewed. At this point in time, I don't mind at all. So I tell him to go for it. They get to work with the local anesthetic. The kid is totally cool, fortunately. He seems to trust the dentist fine. Even when I tell him that the injection will hurt a bit he just says "OK, cool." It's a joy to watch her work. I lean against the wall just behind the dentists chair, so in fact neither he nor the kid can see me. But she is facing me as she prepares injectors and other things on the small table in front of the dentist. I savor every hand movement, every turn of the head and every moving wrinkle of her coat. She is working very deliberately and professionally now. Not paying any attention to me. As the operation of cutting out two teeth moves into the cutting phase there is less work for her in preparing things, so she takes a step back and stands still, putting her hands in the pockets of her coat to watch the dentist work. This is when I catch her looking at me for the first time. She immediately looks back to the dentists work. But I already feel a boundary has been crossed. I know she will look back. I just need to give her the right response. I don't want to come across as a too flirty. I just want her to realize that I appreciate her. I am right. After rearranging some tools on the table, she again steps back to put her hands in her pocket. Not more than 10 seconds later she shoots me another look. This time I hold her gaze, and gives her a small appreciative smile. This produces a hint of a flush on her face, and she lowers her gaze to the floor for a bit. Most seductive. I wonder if she is aware, or just does it naturally. A while later some machinery needs attention on the other side of the chair, so she needs to pass me. As she does, I clearly and respectfully get out of the way. Which doesn't stop me from checking her out thoroughly, of course. I still can't figure if those small firm breasts are real or just a bra. But what a super sexy body she has, anyway. Work goes on, and she returns to her monitoring position. I feel the need to make some kind of decision. Either I leave it like this, just spend the time of the operation to watch and appreciate her. Or I make some slightly bolder move. I really can't make up my mind. I decide to just go with the flow and see what happens. A few minutes later she is back in her observation position, and shoots me another look, this time longer and more relaxed. I jump at the opportunity. I make a small sign, grip my own shirt to show, point at her coat and make the classic thumb-to-longfinger-plus-lips-form-kiss gesture that means "very nice." I am rewarded by a bigger and warmer smile this time. I assume a kind of waiting posture, leaning against the wall. The next time she comes around my side of the chair, she stops, one hand on the backrest of the chair, overlooking the dentists shoulder. This would be a totally natural position for a nurse who is eager to follow the proceedings, but I am hoping she has other motives for this move. She is now only half a meter in front of me, slightly bent forward as she studies the operation. Myself, I am studying her well shaped behind as the coat gets pulled a bit tighter over it. Easy now, I think to myself. Don't rush it. After a while she needs to fetch and arrange some more things on the table, but when done, she comes back to stand in front of me with one hand on the operating chairs backrest. Only this time there is no bending over to see whats going on in the little guys mouth. This is it, it's time to break the physical touch barrier. At first I really don't know how to go about it. What if she gets upset? But as I watch the side of her neck, I see a small vein that runs very close to the skin. It is visibly pulsing with her heart beat. A beat that seems quite a bit too fast for a relaxed day at work. It must be. This girl is teasing me, and it's exciting her. I move closer, slowly. Very carefully leaning a bit forward, so that if she jumps I can pretend to be interested in watching the operation too, over her shoulder. My chest first makes light contact with her back. She doesn't move. She must be feeling this. I allow the touch to become a bit more firm. Now she reacts. Oh God. She moves, ever so little, but still, very clearly she moves a bit closer to me, so that more of our bodies come into contact. I stand still for a while. Now I am having quite a pulse too. And a very noticeable hard-on. Can't let that show just yet. But my hormones are making me bold. I move a bit to her side, so that I can peek over her shoulder. This way I can give here a smile at the same time as I lean forward to pretend to look at the operation. But what I really focus on is gently gripping the sides of her arms and softly running my fingers up them. She doesn't seem to mind this position. We stand like lovers watching over a sleeping child or a pet, me slightly behind her, holding her arms by the shoulders. We are still behind the chair, so neither the dentist or the kid can see us. Time to move forward. I remain in the watching position, but I let my grip of her arms ease, so that I can softly run my fingers up and down her arms. I can see the small vein in her neck pulsing even quicker now. Her pulse is echoed in my own. Shit, we are close to making out now. Behind the dentists back. This is so sexy. But just I think this, she realizes that there is some work to do too, and slips out of my grip to fetch some chemicals and lay them out on the table. I remain leaning against the wall behind the chair, watching her, now with a little smile playing permanently on my lips. I was expecting her to return to my side after she is done with this bit of work, but instead she backs up to her favorite standby position, on the other side of the table, facing me. But this time she has less focus on the operation. She watches me, with her head slightly bent down, and her hands in the pockets of the coat. I flash her a big smile, and get a slightly smaller back. But she stays there, just watching me. I can't tell what's going through her mind. I'm not looking all that bad. I'm quite fit for my age, and nicely tanned after many months of working out in the sun. I hope she likes what she sees. Suddenly she seems to come to a decision. She moves up to the table to arrange some things laying there, because by now the dentist is far into the teeth-removal operation, and the table is becoming a mess of tools and wipes. It seems to be going well though. The little guy is not complaining. I get a sinking feeling that this was it, she has decided not to go on with this crazy flirt. But instead she comes around the chair, and again stands in front of me with her back towards me. Only this time she is not even close to the chair. She is close to me, however. Very close. She just stands there. I see the little vein pulsing like a beacon. I know I can touch her. I can probably touch her anywhere I want. She's inviting me. The excitement is driving me crazy. I don't even know where to begin. So I raise my fingers to her neck, and trace a line from the end of her hair net down her neck and back, down to her behind, and then back up to her left shoulder. Then down again along the arm, down to that beautiful soft hand that I first saw turn the pages in the reception. Her fingers welcome mine, and we let our hands play with each other for a while. By now my erection is starting to really call for attention. I can't stop myself anymore. I take her left hand in mine, and very slowly and deliberately position it on the front of my shorts. I'm only wearing a pair of thin summer shorts on top of my briefs, so I know she can feel exactly how hard I am. She sways and then freezes. But after a while, ever so gently her hand starts to move on its own, pressing against my pants, determining what the situation is underneath. As soon as that has been asserted, she gives me a few light squeezes through the shorts. I realize now that I shouldn't have done this. This is not giving me satisfaction, it just excites me more. And I know I won't be getting much more. I don't even think I want to get much more at the moment. I mean, we are still in in the middle of dental surgery. Before she has to move away again to do her proper work, I lean my upper body back a bit to look down and enjoy the scene: Her slender arm and pretty hand stretched out behind her, massaging me through my shorts. Centimeters in front of that her pretty behind and slender waist, mine to touch should I want to. But I don't. I know if I do I will be approaching a point where I can't control my actions anymore. The window is open, so the room is not quiet at all, with all the noisy traffic below and an air compressor running nearby. But even so, I don't think we can pull off having sex behind the dentists back. And the kid is having two teeth cut out. He might need the nurse at some point. So next time she needs to attend to the operation I give her a little push ahead of time, telling her to leave me. I'm hoping this small move will make her want more. She is done working again. She starts to walk back to me, but I gesture for her to stay at the opposite side of the table, where we can look at each other. She stands there, all in white and still visibly breathing a bit heavy. She is so pretty and sexy. I consider trying to get her to give me her phone number. But to be honest, I'm not sure she will. We're in the wild-and-crazy-sex-with-a-stranger mode here. Not in the dating game. Plus part of my brain clearly tells me she's to young for me to date. I decide to take a different approach. There is a big clock on the wall. I point at it and gesture: At what time are you finished? It takes her a few seconds to understand. Then she smiles and shows me all the fingers on one hand. Five o'clock. OK, good. This would give me time to bring the little guy back home. So I point first at myself, then out towards the office building corridor, then show five fingers and point to the clock. She looks a bit hesitant at first, then she nods and blushes at the same time. She points her index finger straight up, and then turns it a quarter of a turn. Fine. Quarter past. The rest of the operation is quickly done. The two cut out teeth are put in a small bottle for showing to mum back home. I sign the papers for the medical insurance, give miss sexy nurse a sly smile, shake the dentists hand and say goodbye. Now that I know I will be back I actually want to leave as soon as possible. The desire is too much to bear. The afternoon passes in a haze. Shortly before five I'm back. I have not been able to think about much else than this girl the whole time. Images of her pretty eyes, slender neck, soft skin and firm breasts are all I see. And now she's only a few meters away. I wait outside the elevators on the 3rd floor. People are leaving their offices and taking the elevators down. Just before five I see the couple of women I saw in the reception earlier this morning. They don't recognize me, however. I can tell the receptionist does, as she's waiting for the elevator some minutes later. But she decides it's none of her business why I'm there, so she pretends not to. I realize it could be a bit awkward if the dentist recognizes me too, so I bring out my phone and turn so that I'm facing away from the elevators. I keep an eye out for people arriving from the dentists side of the corridor. A few other people pass by first, and then I see the dentist turn the corner. Before he notices I am busy surfing away on my phone. I'm in his view, but he doesn't notice it's me. Or if he does, he says nothing. Anyway, I'm not looking his way until I'm sure hes gone into the elevator. All clear now, hopefully. With my stomach full of butterflies I start out down the corridor towards the clinic offices. The reception door is locked. I ring the bell anyway, just in case. There is no reply. OK, this leaves only one chance, the door to the treatment room we were in this afternoon. As I approach it, I can already see that it's open. Should I knock or just go in? Hm, better safe than sorry. I knock the door even though it's already ajar. She's there. I see the white of her working uniform through the slit even before she opens. The only change is she has gotten rid of the hair net, reveling a wealth of shoulder length curly black hair. I am actually a bit surprised at this, I had fantasized her hair as being longer and straight. But I don't mind. This suits her too. I have already decided to play a little game, in case she is having second thoughts. "Hi! I was here earlier today, and I believe I might have forgotten my glasses in here?" She looks a little bewildered at first. "Hi... I see. Well, I'm not sure, I would have seen if there was anything left behind." "Can I have a look?" "Yes, of course, come on in." She shows me inside with the same controlled grace as I remember from this morning. So beautiful. Once the door closes behind me I start to feel more confident. I let her pass before me, as if I was expecting her to show me the way. In reality I just want to walk behind her, to look at her slim and lovely figure that I now know for pretty certain I will be fucking in a few minutes. We make a quick tour of the treatment room, looking for glasses. I agree that they are not there. But walking in through the small waiting room between the corridor and the treatment room has given me an idea what I want to do. I make as to leave, and walk out to the waiting room. It has just two low armchairs and a small table. But it also has a full length mirror by the hangers on one of the walls. The girl looks a bit confused now, but she follows me. I stop in front of the mirror and turn to face her. She stops too. I want to get back to the tense silent excitement that we had earlier today, so I say nothing, and make a "hush" gesture with my finger in front of my mouth. I gesture for her to come closer and stand in front of me. She does, with a face full of apprehension. You never know Ch. 01 I pass around to stand behind her, and softly grip her shoulders just as I did during surgery earlier. Looking over her shoulder I can see her image in the mirror, and myself behind her. Copying my earlier actions, I tenderly caress her arms, while I whisper in here ear: "You are so beautiful." She shivers. "Let me look at you." I place a light kiss on the side of her neck. Oh, she smells fantastic. No perfume, just a hint of soap added to her natural smells. I inhale it, and kiss her neck again. In the mirror I can see her eyes, now almost shut, and her head tilted to the side to expose her neck to my mouth. While I continue softly kissing her neck, I let my arms wander to the front of her coat. I have longed oh so much to see what she looks like underneath, so now I start unbuttoning it immediately. Button by button, starting from the bottom and working my way up, all the time kissing her neck and cheek. She stands very still, but doesn't stop me. When the last button comes undone, I slide the coat back and off her arms. I almost explode from lust at the sight of her. Under the coat she is wearing a tight armless cotton top. She is not wearing a bra. Her breasts are not big, but very nicely shaped and I can tell by the way they push the tight top out that they are really firm. The nipples are clearly visible, pointing slightly upwards and stretching the material of the top even tighter. The white slacks are rather wide, in some synthetic non-wrinkle material. They flow nice and straight over her slim legs. I throw the nurses coat on one of the armchairs, and return to softly kissing her neck and caressing her arms and back. But this time I push my body lightly against hers, to let her feel my erection against her behind. I lightly rub myself against her a few times, and then step back slightly. She takes the queue, just as I hoped, and passes her hand behind her back and starts to feel for me. Now I stop kissing and rest my cheek on her shoulder, seeking her gaze in the mirror. When our eye meet I stay still for a while, eye to eye in the mirror while her hand does a soft massage of my now very hard erection. Still looking her in the eyes I bring my hands slowly and very purposefully up to her breasts, to circle each nipple with my index fingers. At this point she closes her eyes, which suits me very well, because now I can watch my own hands as they eagerly caress her breasts. First very lightly, then more and more firmly. I marvel at the feel of her breasts under the top. So perfect. The nipples are almost as hard as my erection, and the small moan that escapes her lips as I squeeze them between my fingers is most enticing. I let my fingers roam. So delicate shoulders. One hand moves up to caress her face, the other down over her stomach, exploring the gap between the top and her pants. One hand letting a finger pass softly over her lips, while the other finds its way in under the top, and starts gently moving upwards, uncovering more of her flat and firm stomach. The finger on her lips now very gently coaxing them apart, working its way into her mouth, while the other hand reaches up between her breasts, touching their sides but not yet covering them. She is panting now, mouth half open as my finger applies some saliva from her mouth to her lips, making them wet and rubbing them softly. I still have not touched her below the waist, even though she has been massaging my erection for a while already. But now I shift my attention to her pants, unbuttoning them. They fall easily to her feet, and she steps quickly out of them and the shoes at the same time. She is now dressed only in top and panties. The panties are white too, of course, and of this modern thin stretchy material without seams that make them practically invisible from the outside. I think back to this morning when I was mentally stripping her in the reception. Here I am now, stripping her down in real life, and finding it ever so much more satisfying. As soon as she has stepped out of her trousers her other hand finds its way behind her back too, and she starts undoing my pants. They soon join hers on the floor. My hands are now roaming all over the front of her body, while I keep kissing her neck. I pause a little to pull my shirt over my head. I long for more body contact now. The sun is going down outside. The waiting room is no longer as bright as it was. In the dusk, the shape of her body becomes even more beautiful, with the shadows accentuating her forms. I can't wait any longer, I need to see her naked. I grab the top, and start working it upwards. She is suddenly shy of her image in the mirror, which we are still facing, but I force her to remain in place while I pull the top over her head. I pause to check the image as the top is halfway over her head and arms, which she has lifted over her head. With the arms lifted like that her naked breasts are high and round. I hold the top in place, effectively trapping her arms lifted above her head, and spin her around 180 degrees. She is caught by surprise, but regains her balance, only to almost loose it again as I swiftly lower my mouth onto her exposed breasts. It's pure ecstasy to suck her nipple, feel its firmness in my mouth and hear her moan as I suck it. She frees her arms from the top and tosses it on the sofa. I stand up, catch my breath a bit and look her in the eyes. Our lips meet for the first time. First very gently, then more and more hungrily. I feel her hands tugging at my briefs, and let her slide them down. My erection, finally free, comes to rest against her stomach as we continue to kiss. She bends down, in what I think is the start of a movement to suck me. But I don't want that. I want to be inside her. I want her wanting me inside her. So I shake my head slightly, pick her up to standing, and lead her over to one of the armchairs. I make her sit down on the armrest, with her legs to the side of the chair, then push her backwards so she lies down sideways over the chair, with her hips pushed high by the armrest. I stand like this, looking down on her, while she looks back up at me in anticipation. I place my right hand over her sex, covering it completely with a firm pressure. My thumb is resting directly over her entrance, and I let it start a small back and forth rubbing movement. She starts to emit a series of small squeaks with each rub. I rub harder, bringing the thin fabric of her panties back and forth with my finger. After a while I let my whole hand join in the movement, so that my hand is rubbing the top parts of her sex and the clitoris, and the thumb continues to press and rub her pussy lips. I can feel the panties getting moist now, as I rub her juices into the fabric. She's so wet. I stop the rubbing and hook both index fingers under her panties. She obediently lifts her hips even higher, so I can pull the panties off. I leave them at her knees. She has a very small patch of thin pubic hair. Most girls over here are shaved, as far as rumor has it. I wonder if she shaves too, or she only has this little? It's very sexy, anyway. I reach my right hand towards her mouth, and place my longest finger on her lips. As she opens her mouth I slide my finger into it, letting her saliva moisturize it. At the same time I let my left long finger play with her pussy, doing some shallow finger fucking, poking it just a few millimeters into her wetness. I let both fingers find a common rhythm, one in her mouth and one in her sex. Her hips are twisting now, the moans and squeaks coming in rhythm with my fingers. I can tell she is close to climax. The need to be inside her is building in me, but not in this uncomfortable position. I want to be able to fondle her beautiful sexy breast while I fuck her. So I slip my fingers out of her, and offer her both hands to lift her up from the chair. Her disappointment is obvious. She wanted that orgasm. I give her a quick kiss as we stand in front of each other, then turn her around to face the wall. She puts her hands on the wall as I lift her right knee up and place it on the armrest. Now this is better. Her behind is perfect. And very exposed in this position. I rest my erection for a while between her buttocks, while I turn her head around to kiss her. Then I back off a short distance, to admire her behind, and caress it for a few seconds, before I guide myself to her entrance. I stay there for a while, just lightly pushing so it doesn't even go in. My hands massage her back, and directs her to arch it more, so that her behind is thrust out towards me. Then I reach around to find her breasts, one nipple between each thumb and index finger, and as I thrust myself into her I squeeze her nipples hard. This has the desired effect. She spasms hard for a few seconds as she comes, but then quickly comes back as she realizes I am now fully inside her, hard as a rock. I give her just a few seconds to recover, then I start to move slowly. She begins to follow and find my rhythm. She feels magnificent. I make thrusts in slightly different angles and directions, letting my tip explore the different textures inside her. I lean back and watch myself move in and out of that perfect body. Again I think back to this morning, and the image of her coat pulled tight around her behind as she flipped the papers comes back to me. Now seeing myself totally fucking this perfect woman becomes to much, and I start to come. At the climax I again reach for her breasts and squeeze them hard, and she comes with me, her back arched and her head bent down between the arms that are stretched towards the wall. I just stand there for a while, gently caressing her back, feeling her buttocks clench now and then, and the thrill of my now extremely sensitive tip slowly sliding out of her. The moment it slides out sends a such a shiver through my body I almost lose my balance. She stands up and faces me, now all of a sudden shyly trying to cover her breasts with one arm. I grab her check and kiss her lightly. "Did you like that?" I ask. "Did I like that? Wow. That was fantastic." "Yes it was, baby." The fact that she is still trying to cover her breast is making me excited again. I can play this game! I let my hand run from her cheek down, and try to caress the parts of her breasts that she is not succeeding in covering. She moves her arm up a bit, which of course then exposes the nicely rounded undersides. My hand quickly moves around to cup one of those and squeeze it softly. A small squeak escapes her, and she tries to cover herself again with both hands now. My advances are causing her to back up a little bit, and soon she finds herself with her back against the wall. I continue my assault, fingers quickly moving around trying to find access to her breasts at every exposed spot. She giggles and squirms trying to block me. Finally I grab her wrists and pin them to the wall above her head. Now she is exposed all right. Panting, eyes dark with lust, meeting mine. Nipples firm, erect and proud pointing at my chest. I'm hard again, and I let her feel it, rubbing against her stomach while I kiss her. I'm going to make her show those perfect breasts to me in all their glory. Letting go of one of her hands, I lead her with the other to one of the armchairs where I sit down and lay back, drawing her to me. It is dark outside now, but there is plenty of street light coming in through the window. The barren waiting room now has an almost cinematic light to it, in which I watch in awe while this amazing girl spreads her legs and puts her knees on the edge of the chair. Taking my erection in one hand and caressing it, she slides her body further up on the chair until her pussy is directly over the tip. As if she knows exactly what I want, she then leans back and puts her other hand on her own leg. This forces her to sit up straight and arch her back, pushing her breasts out towards me. I reach up to cup them, and gently grip each nipple between thumb and index finger. Our eyes lock. I roll her now very stiff nipples between my finger as she lowers her body over me. Not breaking eye contact, she starts to move her body on top of me, while I do my best to stimulate every nerve in her breasts. They are so perfectly firm and soft. I run the back of my fingers against the smooth skin, making circles around her nipples with the same rhythm as her hips are making circles over mine. The slow circular movement she makes is not enough to satisfy. It's more of a tease for me. I feel the need for more stimulation, so I reach round and slightly roughly grab her behind, using my hands to force her into an up down movement instead. For a while I just focus on my own pleasure, instead of hers. My hands move her up and down at exactly the right pace for maximum pleasure. She takes my cues obediently, bouncing faster and faster on my lap. My eyes are fixed on her breasts, which now bounce up and down enticingly just in front of me. When I sense my orgasm start to build I pull her down hard on me, and change her movement to be back and forward instead of up and down. This gives me much less stimulation, but I rubs her clitoris firmly against the pubic hair above my sex. One of my earlier lovers told me this was a sure way to make her come with me. This works very well. She throws her head back and starts to moan loudly, one hand still behind her and the other one on my chest. The sight of her orgasm is enough to send me over the top as well, and with a last couple of almost violent jerks I pull her hard towards me as we come. She collapses on top of me, with my erection still deep inside of her. I wrap my arms around her, and we lay like this for a few minutes while our breathing settles. After a while I become limp and slip out, and she straightens her legs, but stays on top of me. We are quite relaxed now. I really enjoy feeling her weight on top of me. All the way from her neck, which is on my shoulder, over our chests pressed together, down to her knees. Her feet are actually sticking out in the air from my knees, so they are the only part of her body I can't feel. I shall never forget this moment, or the hour or so preceding it. But of course it has to end somehow. Finally she lifts herself up on her elbows and look into my eyes. I smile, and she returns my smile and shakes her head as in disbelief. I give her a quick peck on the mouth. "Get up, baby." I quickly scoop up all the clothes scattered around the room, and hand her hers. I have a plan in this too. I don't want to leave her in a mess in her own office, I figure this will make her feel bad. We need to get back to normal quickly, before afterthought sets in. I'm quick to put on my underwear, so I can watch her get dressed. She stands there holding her clothes, looking at me. "Get dressed, beautiful. You look just as nice with clothes on!" She puts down the other clothes and starts putting her panties on. Somehow it's almost sexier to watch her dress than to undress. Because now I know exactly what body is hiding under those clothes. She doesn't put her coat on, but folds it up nicely. I finish dressing and put the dislocated chairs back in place. "I like you better without clothes", she says. I smile. So now we are dressed and the atmosphere is still quite good. We haven't said many words, and won't say many more either. We both know this was a wild and crazy one time thing. But as she steps in front of the mirror and starts to put her hair up in a knot I can't resist stepping behind her and pop my head on her shoulder. "Do you want to do this again?" Her eyes widen a bit as she looks at me. "Maybe... I like you." This simple statement causes my heart to skip a beat. "I don't live here. I'm just visiting." "OK." She shrugs her shoulders and smiles. Part of me knows I shouldn't be doing this, I should leave it as a one time thing. But anyway, I walk into the operation room where I know there is a desk with pen and paper. I tear off a small corner of a paper and jot my email address down. I hand it to her. "You never know." "You never know", she responds with a smile. I grab her hands and give her a small kiss, then step back while holding her hands and look at her. Now she's not the modest nurse in coat and hair-net anymore. Now she's a sexy girl in a tight top and a nicely freshly fucked tousled hairdo. Still very attractive. "I will never forget you, beautiful." "Thanks", she says, and I know she refers to all of what we did, not what I just said. I open the door and leave without closing it. We still have not told each other our names.