0 comments/ 10805 views/ 0 favorites A Chicago Love Story: Revelations By: rightcurve This is the next part in the ACLS series and follow up to 'Impressions'. The story picks up four days after Catherine and Alex met for the first time. A little phone tag has been played between the two that was mentioned in 'Impressions' and will be in this installment as well. Catherine's mood has improved somewhat since her dour beginning at the start of 'The Meeting', and though she will receive more blows to her fragile emotional state, it is her growing interest in the stranger Alex that continues to be her shred of positive reinforcement. This part also features a little bit more sexual content than the first two though I strongly recommend reading those as they laid the groundwork for some of the main themes of this tale. Hope you enjoy. Revelations Chapter 1 "Good morning Stormy." Is the familiar but unexpected early morning greeting from my employer and friend Dr. McDaniels as I pass the always open door of his office while completing my self imposed morning task of turning on all the lights in the patient rooms and making sure they are stocked sufficiently with the necessary equipment. I smile cheerfully at the given nickname for me; he says it is because of the ever changing hue of my hazel eyes depending on my different moods and not the color of my wardrobe at the time. He does not believed that I have split personalities, just that my one personality could undergo very sudden and extremely dramatic shifts in character based on events that occur at any moment in my life, and that the manifestation of those shifts is the color changes of my eyes. Entering the last room in the right corner of the perpendicular 'T' shaped corridor that make up the ten patients rooms, two Offices, restrooms, and break room of the Doctor's Office I chuckle lightly at the memory of the conversation where he first explained the method behind the origin of the cherished moniker. He had stated that the shade of brown represented the open, friendly, easygoing and often times playful Cathy portion of my personality, while the shift to emerald green meant the arrival of the reserved, no nonsense, and very blunt Ms. Sheering part of my persona; then there was the pale grey which signaled the confidant, calm, and outspoken Catherine was present; and finally there was the rare blue tint that he felt usually spelled the arrival of the hurt, angry, and cynical Elizabeth character of my personality. The astute doctor recently informed me in a concerned fatherly tone that he was sad to have seen so much blue this past year. Returning to his office located two doors from the entrance of the main hallway along the west wall; I stand in the doorway looking intently at his aging yet well maintained form seated behind his desk in the center of the room. I am not surprised to see him sitting behind his small Oak desk visually scanning over a couple sheets of paper which appeared to be taken from a small stack of papers on his desk in the moderately spaced room, just that he is sitting there at this early hour. I am usually the first or second person here in the mornings along with our long time Physicians Assistant Mykela Jasmine getting things set up for the day ahead. He usually arrives promptly at 8:30 to start off his day. Now that is not to say that the sight of him here at, a glance at my wrist watch reveals the time to be 7:12a.m., is not a pleasant one being that the man is most often the brightest spot of my whole day. My smile widens as a potent feeling of gratitude and compassion for the person before me flows throughout my chest, and I finally acknowledge his salutation. "Good morning Stewart,' I say with great warmth and genuine affection, though I still receive the mental berating from my stern and respectful upbringing of addressing elders by their surnames proceeded by Mr., Ms. or Mrs. Though he is even against me using his deserved honorific of Dr., instead imploring me to forgo the formalities when alone together and treat him as a friend. At the end of the day, that is exactly what I consider him, my dear friend; he has been one of my most trusted confidants in my topsy turvy life these past couple years. He has truly been my touchtone; and his advice, companionship, and respect have kept me afloat and sane in the face of my constant inner turmoil over the dissolution of my twelve year marriage to my ex husband Jim. In truth, Stewart McDaniels has probably become my best friend in the world without any real effort on my part. It actually frightens me sometimes when I think about how much I have come to depend on him being my sole true male companion. I truly do not know what I would do without him; since he is without a doubt the most important man in my life. "How are we feeling this morning Cathy?" He asks with his gravely voice, head still tilted down staring at the papers in his hands. I always jokingly tell him that the real reason he has so many female patients is because of his sexy older man Sam Elliot voice. "I am actually feeling pretty spry this morning Stu; though am certain I should be asking you that very question, you do know it is 7:15 in the morning don't you?" I say moving further into the room and taking a seat in one the soft leather upholstered chairs opposite his desk. Placing the papers in his hands down onto the desk in front of him in a neat little pile he finally raises his eyes to mine before he speaks next, "Yes ma'am I am quite aware, and I do say I am touched by your maternal concern over my well being." He answers with a twinkle in his eyes and mirth in his voice without an ounce of condescendence in his tone all the while smiling knowingly at me. We both share a brief laugh at our usual flowing banter that perhaps releases some unknown tension from each of us from our own individual issues. I stop short at the thought of Stewart having any issues and stare closely at his face and body language as my mind really goes into mother mode at the inkling of anything stressing this man who always seems so mentally and emotional impervious to negativity, "Is something the matter Stewart, something that may be bothering you; you know you can tell me anything?" He shakes his head at my question as he slowly brings his own chuckle to end. "You are a wonderful and amazing woman Cathy, always remember that, okay?' A short but telling sigh proceeds his next words, "No Cathy, nothing is amiss, at least nothing that warrants our immediate attention. I am merely here at this time in hopes of getting an early start on the day, since today promises to be a busy one.' He says opening a desk drawer to his left he uses for filing personnel files and sliding the papers previously in his hands inside of it before closing it again and rolling his straight back computer desk chair back from his desk and standing to reach for his white Physicians Lab coat hanging on a matching Oak standing coat rack stationed behind his desk between two large file cabinets. "We have eleven new patients scheduled for this morning and afternoon on top of our regular check ups; added to that Sharon and Teresa are not coming in today, so you and Mykela will be tested." He finishes adjusting his coat and helping me to my feet before guiding me out of the office with his hand on the small of my back. Not at all happy with his side stepping my question, since he always has been nothing but open and honest with me, I force my anxiety to recede into the back of my mind as a despised fear of mine attempts to rear its ugly head; that this man who has been my source of strength for so long now could become weakened by an outside cause. If Stewart McDaniels can be broken down, then what hope did I have for surviving this life? Quickly dismissing the thought, I put my game face on in preparation for the presumed hectic day ahead. Chapter 2 The day has indeed turned out to be a chaotic one, which is somewhat welcome as it has assisted in diminishing my worry over whatever it is that Stewart was not telling me. Mykela a twenty six year old kind hearted, and extremely efficient Puerto Rican mother of three beautiful children and myself along with our sole Medical Assistant today Jessica have managed to keep things flowing well enough that no one is complaining and Dr. McDaniels is not overwhelmed. At the current time of 12:56pm we have dispatched seven of our new patients, and two others had called to reschedule. The small amount of walk-ins has certainly helped, and all of our regulars have been good about not needing to be instructed at every point. Placing my head in my hands, I began messaging my temples and release a tired sigh into the still air of the small break room. It has been an insane last few days, what with the newly constant presence of my ex husband Jim in my daily life after willingly being absent from it for so long. I mean the man is calling me three times a day, emailing every morning, and has even come by the house twice since...well that is the other cause for the uptick in my anxiety level. My surprise morning visitor of four days ago has left an incredible imprint on my psyche; and Jim's as well apparently. I know his increased interest in all things Catherine all of a sudden is a direct result to the vagueness, and evasive quality of my responses to his posed questions concerning the young black male he found sitting in my den on that interesting morning. I have decided to put my issues with Jim on hold in favor of dealing with my piqued interest in the man I had only spoken to briefly, while nearly naked inside of my home might I add. Alexander Haden had certainly stirred something formerly dormant inside of me with simply a first impression; and also seemingly single handedly (as I had suspected) upon his exit from my home a few days ago caused a complete 180 degree turnaround from my prior dour outlook on my life. I had worked up the courage to contact him yesterday from the small business card he had given me with his office number on it, only to be greeted by his voicemail. Quickly discarding my prepared speech for him, I nervously mumbled at the machine something about being available for lunch to talk about his genuineness on seeking to hold me to the ad I had foolishly placed so many months ago. Unjustifiably disappointed all of last night at not being able to hear his voice live over the phone, I could not contain my elation at receiving his own left message on my voicemail this morning while driving in to work. He confidently stated with a deep, masculine and incredibly sexy phone voice that he would be working through lunch today in order to make it to a doctor's appointment scheduled after work; so we could possibly meet tomorrow if it was acceptable to me. I blush embarrassingly to myself in the empty break room at the memory of my immediate and enthusiastic verbal agreement at the voicemail message to his proposition of a Saturday lunch date. Thinking of that, I still have to call him back to actually agree and discuss meeting arrangements with him before the day is over. Reaching for my cellular phone, I bring the display screen up, unlock the phone and am met with an incoming text message from Jim informing me that he plans to stop by the Doctors Office soon to give me something. I groan at the mixed feelings Jim's recent influx of attention is bringing forth in me. For so long after he left I ached with wanting him to return to me, for him to want to know me and spend time with me again; to desire me like he did in the early years of our courtship and marriage. Yet he could not be bothered, having obviously found his true soul mate in a leggy blonde fellow Attorney at his law firm by the name of Deborah. Now here he is all around me, and I cannot help but pitifully hope that it is because he is finally having second thoughts about deserting me, and quitting on our marriage, and wants to come home. I do not know if I would truly even take him back, but I also cannot say that I absolutely would not. He was the man I had promised to spend the rest of my life with after all; I mean I love...loved him; god I do not know what I am gonna do. Searching for some distraction from my inner conflict, I am somewhat relieved by the thought that it is just about time for my lunch break. The next instant finds Mykela strolling into the break room heading toward the refrigerator at the end of the small counter space along the North wall of the room carrying a take out bag from Dos Diablos from over on Hubbard Street and her customary bottle of V8 juice. Placing her items inside of the 'fridge, she turns a smiling face in my direction, "How you doing mama, you look a little tired." She asks pleasantly, though there is an undertone of worry in her voice. Besides Dr. McDaniels, Mykela has been a great inspiration to remain positive during my transition. Her approach is more subtle than Stewart's, but most times equally effective; it is not so much of what she says or does, but instead what she does not say or do. It is little things like the fact that she started not too long after I finally announced my separation from Jim to give me big, friendly hugs when parting at the end of every work day; or how she periodically texts' me funny little anecdotes she finds on the internet. She is a very passionate woman, but she knows how to control her emotions, and I do not know if having children helps but she learned long ago it seems, that sometimes people do not need words from their friends when they are hurting emotionally, sometimes they only need to sit quietly next to them and lend strength. I often wonder if I have shown this incredible woman just how much I appreciate her. Looking at her standing before me now awaiting a response to her question which I apparently have yet to offer, I cannot help but admire her quiet strength of character, and the warmth that she exudes to those she cares about. "Yes 'Kela, I am a little tired; I've had a lot on my mind these past few days, but I am honestly feeling much better than recently." I finally say to her expectant expression. She gives me that knowing look that says 'I know there is more you are not telling me, and there is no use hiding it now, because I will eventually find out.' Though I do not crack under the pressure this time, I merely smile in return and begin gathering my belongings to go to lunch. "Well chica, I guess we will have to discuss the mystery man another time, 'cause I got the next two patients while Dr. McDaniels is in a phone conference. Oh and the chicken is good today at Diablos by the way." She states matter-of-factly while exiting the room with the same briskness she entered it moments before. It takes me a couple seconds before I can close my mouth from my astonishment at Mykela's presumptuous yet partially correct implication that there is some new man in my life inciting such heavy thoughts. Eight minutes later finds me casually walking toward 'Granos de Colombia' a small outdoor Cafe' three blocks up the street from the doctors' office which boasts world renowned coffee. I am feeling a little antsy after receiving a phone call from Jim my ex husband shortly after talking with Mykela. He had stated his impending arrival to my workplace for the lunch hour, so I suggested he meet me at this favored place of mine instead. I spot him immediately only a mere twenty-five feet from the establishment. He is sitting at the one of the small French style umbrella featured Bistro tables placing an order with the waitress. I slow the steps of my approach to allow myself to admire his attractive features before arriving at his side. He still looks dashingly handsome, with his medium length George Clooney like salt-n-pepper hair framing a broad forehead and narrow face, and lightly brushing the tops of the flat to his head ears. Not being able to see the rest of his features from my distance and angle, my sharp memory fills in the blanks for me. I wistfully imagine his strong jaw line sloping down to a cleft chin I used to often bite down on when we would wrestle around in bed on lazy nights. I visualize his thin, straight soft lips that used to kiss me breathless while in his tight embrace standing in the doorway of our house after he had returned from a long case in another city. I recall his long, straight, and pointy nose I would always tease him about, because the openings to his nostrils were decidedly more oval then circular. Jim rises from his chair as I finally arrive before him, "Hello Liz, you look lovely," he says while pulling me into a somewhat awkward hug in greeting. Though being gifted with the unexpected contact from this oh so familiar body, I quickly remove all awkwardness as I return the hug with gusto, wrapping my arms around and holding on to his large, solid form maybe a tad longer than necessary before finally separating from him. "Hey Jim, thanks, and you don't look so shabby yourself." I lamely reply as I am momentarily taken aback by his larger then remembered physical presence. I have to force myself not to openly stare at the amazing breadth of his shoulders on display in the single breasted jacket of his dark grey suit. Glancing up along his 6'3" frame to his cordial yet reserved countenance, I find myself becoming a little aroused remembering what is was like to have those same shoulders sweaty, naked and flexing above me while he drilled his satisfyingly large penis into my quivering sheath. Don't go there Catherine, you have no idea what he is here to give you, and having lusty thoughts about the man who now belongs to someone else will only lead to disappointment when you have been making actual progress. Taking heed to the little angel on my right shoulder, I dispel those thoughts and images as I place my purse on the ground next to my chair and settle into my seat at the table. The waitress, whose name I know to be Sarah from my frequent lunch trips here immediately comes over and asks me if I will have my usual, to which I answer in the positive. "So I take it you come here fairly often then?" Jim asks while retaking his own seat across me at the small round table referring to Sarah's mention of my usual. "For the past six months yeah, I like it; the employees are friendly and no one bothers me." I state as I fold my hands together in my lap and force myself to look confidently at the man who was once my other half. "Oh, I thought you didn't drink coffee, said the caffeine could be deadly after a long period of ingesting." He says nearly quoting verbatim my nervous spiel from our first date. I smile lightly hoping we are both currently sharing the memory of that unforgettable evening all those years ago. "Well, I don't..." I am interrupted by the waitress Sarah arriving at our side and placing a cappuccino and slice of pecan pie down in front of him as well as my 'usual' on the table in front of me followed by her standard line of 'there you go darlings, enjoy' before leaving us alone once again. Jim laughs a little as I gesture to my large blueberry muffin and bottle of Non Pulp orange juice. The sound of his laughter stirs something at the edge of my splintered heart, as I recall how I used to make him laugh so easily and how it always made me feel so close to him. "So, still no coffee right?" He asks, chuckle still present in his voice. "Right." Is my own immediate response as I tear off a piece of my delicious smelling muffin and begin to eat it; savoring the wonderful taste on my tongue as I wait for him to move the conversation along to the reason he is here. "So how have you been Liz, I've been worried about you lately." He says, and I nearly choke on my muffin at the serious tone of his statement, and the genuine concerned look on his face. I wave off his rising form from coming to my aid as I clear my throat and open my juice to take a sip before speaking again. A Chicago Love Story: Revelations "Worried about me Jim, you don't have to worry about me anymore remember. I am no longer your concern right? I mean that seems to be the definition of divorce; no more my problem." I spew bitterly at the man with the nice tan to his face and neck, and gleam in his eye from obvious happiness. All the while I have to mentally list five reasons to get out of bed most mornings. "Liz you know that isn't true. I will always care about you, no matter who you or I are involved with. You just seem to be acting a little strange lately; keeping odd company." He says appearing to honestly believe he is fooling the woman who knows him well enough to be able to read in between his subtle prodding. Swallowing another drink of juice, I lift my hand up to stop him from continuing. I cannot deal with this right now. "I appreciate your concern for my well fare Jim, but you are the one with the great new life and loving fiancée'; I am not nor have I been seeing anyone since you left me. As far as my behavior goes, I highly doubt a couple of conversations over the phone the last few days is hardly sufficient Intel to gauge how am I acting as you put it.' I ramble out in what I know is an hurt, resentful, sarcastic, and aggravated tone, choosing not to even comment on the 'odd company' remark. "But you know what, that is neither here nor there; you said you came here to give me something, I'll take that now, cause I have to get back to work." I say dismissively as I gesture to our waitress for the check and a container for my barely eaten muffin. I lift my purse onto my lap and search inside for my wallet to pay for our lunch. I surprisingly feel his large warm hand settle over my own jittery ones and I lift my eyes to his face as he says, "It's okay, I've got it." "Thank you." I say quietly and lower my eyes not wanting to fight about this as well; only wanting to end this conversation so I can find some place solitary to cry. As I fidget with the shoulder strap of my purse, Sarah our waitress comes over and lays the check and a little cubed, clear plastic container on the table without a word before walking away probably sensing the tension between the two of us. Jim sighs heavily at her exit and then begins to say, "Well, I have to apologize for my wording earlier since I seem to have mislead you to believe there was an actually item I had for you." I stare at him waiting for him to then reveal exactly what he has for me. "What I have for you, to give you is a piece of information, news if you will." Again he stops short of the point, but I nervously sit and say nothing as he gathers himself to explain further. After seconds of being the one with the wondering eyes, he finally meets mine with his small intelligent and suddenly pained grey ones and my blood runs cold with a clear certainty that I will definitely not like what he about to say. I tremble as I feel my already broken heart shatter into even further unrecognizable pieces before he even speaks. Another chillingly deep sigh flows from him before he drops the proverbial hammer onto the final nail in the coffin holding my decaying spirit. "Liz...Debbie's pregnant...we're gonna have a baby." Chapter 3 I must have read over this patients' information three times now, yet I still could not even recall their name. I am just trying to get through the last half hour of work so I can go home and break down. I had managed to drag my shaking form back to the doctors office from the Cafe' and Jim before entering the restroom to splash cold water on my face and gather my frayed nerves. Now I just feel numb to everything around me; almost like I am well and truly dead inside. It seems to have been a one up formula from Jim in terms of how to cause the most gut wrenching pain possible to Liz since he first announced his request for a dissolution of our marriage. At the time I could not imagine anything feeling worse than that declaration did. Then came the agony of him actually removing both himself and nearly every single trace of him from the home we had made together. Though his informing me soon after, that he had become involved and fallen in love with a woman from his place of business was like a knife stab in the lungs forcing asphyxiation from my own blood. Then there was this blow to my brittle psyche today. I stupidly thought that this would never happen; that he at least would indirectly stay true to me in this one aspect of our life together. For all those years I denied myself one of my greatest desires out of devotion for the man who slept in between my thighs. I loved him, and therefore was willing to give up anything to be with him. My easy acquiescence to that stipulation has haunted me since I agreed to it and my only solace was that he would always remained unchanged on the subject; that I could believe him in that one promise to me. Now he has taken even that away, there is just nothing left; it is as if the last fifteen years of my life have all been a lie. The bastard has chosen to father a child by another woman. Flashback "My god that is so horrible, I just can't believe some one would or even could do that to a child." I say reading over an article in the Post about the neglect of children in a local daycare center, which parents previously had no clue about. "I know; there are some truly terrible and unfeeling people in the world.' Was Jim's reply standing over by the stove finishing up the final touches of his first homemade dinner for me. "Thankfully I never have to worry about those kinds of things." He continues on in his normal sure of himself tone. "What do you mean by that?" Is my slightly bewildered reply, not totally sure where the conversation is now going, but feeling a little uneasy nevertheless. "Well, I don't want kids; and never really planned on having any, so no worries about mistreatment of them by daycare centers or anyone else, right?" He drops this atomic bomb on my head seemingly unaware of the fallout it creates from the impact. My whole world suddenly shrinks to the size of a walnut, and I am not sure if he is serious or not, but something inside of me is telling me that I have to make a choice here and now concerning this man who I have already given my heart to after a year of dating and the dream I have had since childhood. The realization is clear, the revelation is simple, and my decision is immediate. The Dream does not die here, but I fear it will never recover from this mortal wound. End flashback I guess it never really was that he did not want children; just that he did not want them with me. I apparently was not worthy enough for him; I was not deemed an acceptable bearer of his seed. I have never felt so worthless and undesirable in my entire life. A knock on the open door of patient room 7 where I currently am breaks my temporary trance and I look up to see Jessica the newest member of the staff here, a bright twenty year old MA standing in the doorway looking a little uncomfortable. "Hey Jessica I'm sorry, my mind wandered a little just now; were you saying something?" I say pleasantly forcing a small and hopefully not too pathetic looking smile onto my face in order to put her at ease. "Yes ma'am the next PT is ready to come back now. He was running a little late, and had to finish his paperwork as a new patient. Though he is the last one scheduled today thank goodness, 'cause I am exhausted." She responds in a controlled and professional manner. I laugh at and in agreement with her candor; and I gain a greater level of respect for this young girl who appears to be poised well beyond her years. "Also Dr. McDaniels wanted me to tell you that you would have to handle this one alone as he will be in a phone conference for the next hour or so. I could assist in you'd like of course." She says, sounding a little wishful for some odd reason; though I chalk it up to her drive for knowledge and experience. "No, that is okay I should be alright; thank you for offer. So what are we doing today for Mr...?" I began to scan over the screen of my ASUS Tablet trying to locate the name of this last patient of the day that had eluded me a moment earlier. "Haden," Jessica says before I can finish. "Mr. Alexander Haden, and he is here today for a complete physical. I will bring him back now." She ends her informative sentence and swiftly walks away and towards the front lobby completely oblivious to the load she had just delivered on my overwhelmed emotions. Chapter 4 I am still sitting in the same exact spot moments later as I hear voices coming down the hallway towards me. Retrieving some of my wits, I tamper down my nerves and rise from the chair in the rear left corner of the room in order to appear capable and professional in front of the patient. Even though said patient is the same person I have tenuous lunch plans with tomorrow to discuss me possibly taking on an un-needed roommate. Walking over and standing rigidly to the right of the entrance of the room, I take a deep breath and exhale it slowly in preparation to see him again. It is amazing to me that as terrible, and low I am still feeling from my earlier lunch with Jim, just the prospect of seeing this man Alex for the second time manages to awaken long thought dead emotions within me. Thinking back to me answering my front door early last Monday morning completely naked save for my provocative bath robe and still damp from a pleasure filled, yet interrupted shower. My body shivers even now from the memory of how his dark eyes scanned over my displayed form with obvious appreciation; or the way his large frame just seemed to swallow up all the space around him wherever he was. I actually become a little unbalanced on my feet as I recall the electric current that shot through my entire body at the contact of our contrasting hands. Placing my hand on the doorknob to steady myself I straighten my back, lift my head high and poke out my chin as the two reach to the door. "Here you are Mr. Haden room 7; you will be seeing nurse Sheering today." I hear Jessica's friendly, yet flirtatious voice directing Alex to the place where I am awaiting him; seems she is little smitten by the image he presents. I guess that might explain some of her overt willingness to stand in on the examination of a few moments ago. Suddenly a completely irrational though powerful feeling of possessive jealously storms through my being nearly threatening a violent response toward the supposed interloper on my territory. My goodness, Cathy what in the HELL was THAT? What is going on with you, here you are trying not to slice open the soles of your feet on the shards of your shattered heart, yet you are subconsciously laying claim on a man you have only met once. "Thank you and it was nice meeting you Jessica." Is his buttery reply to young MA right before stepping into the room and stopping before my demure gaze and stilling my heart for a dangerous few seconds with his tall frame and medium brown complexion. "Ah Hi, you must be nurse Sheering." He recovers quicker than me and to my great relief gives nothing of our previous acquaintance away to Jessica before she eventually pulls the door closed and leaves us alone, and standing facing each other. "Sooo, this is a pleasant surprise." He says in a low voice almost as if someone was listening on the other side of the door. I nearly melt on the spot from the sexy timbre of his deep velvety voice. "Ye...yes it is; uhh how are you...it's good to see you again; wow this is really unexpected." I manage to say feeling a little ridiculous at my reaction seeing as I knew I would be meeting him already while he was just hit with the surprise. Sure it was only a minute or so notice, but still that a whole minute or two was more than he had to prepare to stand before one another again. "Ha ha ha, yeah that it is. Well I guess you are a nurse then; good profession, do you enjoy it?" He has apparently regained his composure and is once again the confident person from our first encounter. "Ah yes I do very much, thank you. Please if you will," I am coming quickly out of my stupor and gesture for him to have a seat up on the examination table positioned catty-corner in the rear right corner of the room and angled toward the door. "So it seems you are looking to have a complete physical performed on you today, correct?" I ask wanting to get right down to business as I cast my eyes down on the Tablet and my hands clicking with the pencil like pointer on several boxes on the screen to pull up his uploaded charts from his previous primary care physician. "Well in all honesty, whatever passes for standard is good with me.' He begins as I have a seat facing him on the low rolling doctor's stool, ready to begin the medical history portion of the assessment. "I keep myself in pretty good shape, so this check up is merely a requirement of this new Life Insurance policy I have recently taken out. So the absolute minimum assessment should be just fine." Alex concludes in a very self assured northeastern accent. "Very well then, let us start with a few questions about your medical history in order to see just what the minimum should be in your case shall we?" I state politely as I slide closer to him on the stool, and look up at his angled face. "Okay that seems fair enough, ask away." He says in a surprisingly boyish tone as he leans back casually on the exam table, braced by his hands planted on the surface of the table behind his waist. Like in my den the other day he seems able to appear perfectly at home in any environment he is present in. Shaking my head slightly from the comfortable and somewhat giddy feeling I am experiencing from merely his presence. I began to run off the usual family health history concern questions. "Is there any history of mental illness in your family?" "Well I did have an uncle who swore he was a former U.S. president; but I later found out that is was just a ruse to continue to collect a check from the government. Does that count?" He asks with a devilishly sexy smirk on his face from his playful remark. "Well that depends Mr. Haden," I coyly reply intentionally baiting him while purposefully looking down at my Tablet awaiting his response. "Depends on what exactly?" There is a little uncertainty and timidness in his voice possibly from wondering whether or not I am actually partaking in his banter. "On whether or not he supported the woman's movement." Silence permeates the small room for the space of four seconds following my statement before a deep billowy laugh roars up out of his throat through his open mouth as he leans his head back to face the ceiling with his body shaking from the rambunctious laughter. His laugh is masculine in pitch, and I find it to be quite infectious as I too almost immediately begin to laugh as well. The next few minutes are filled by the two of us trying to cease our raucous outbursts and regain control of ourselves. We eventually obtain some success in that regard and the laughter transforms into light chuckles before he next speaks. "No...no I actually don't think he came down on the side of the females on that particular topic, sorry." He spews out in between giggles. "Oh well, then I would have to conclude that your uncle was most certainly insane, but I doubt his form of mental illness can be transferred genetically. It has since been diagnosed I believe, the clinical term for it is Male Chauvinism." I manage in a controlled tone; though my face does not hold up, and before I can continue I am once again besieged by his boisterous laughter; to which I once again quickly join in. Chapter 5 We compose ourselves more swiftly this time; well enough to get through the discussion segment of the assessment, and after a battery of other simple yes or no questions are ready to move on to the next step in the examination. "Well Mr. Haden, you definitely do not have many concerns for hereditary health issues, you also are not currently on any medications for high cholesterol, or blood pressure; and you appear to live a very active lifestyle. So I would say we are off to a very positive start. I at least don't have to use my stern voice on you about eating right and exercising more; 'cause I am really not found of that." I say still somewhat shocked at how relaxed and at ease I am around this man. "No you do not since I try to remain in good health. I played sports in High School; and I liked the way my body felt being fit, so I have always made every effort to stay in shape." He says watching me with acute attentiveness as I slide myself away from him and over to the small counter space. My mind strays back to his decidedly younger appearance and I am tempted to ask him just how long ago High School was for him; but I resist the urge. "Okay well that is good, most people don't realize just how much better they would feel if they were in better physical condition." Is my reply while casting my eyes away from him in an effort not to notice just how good of shape he most definitely is in. A few of minutes later I have given him positive feedback from his optical, oral, nasal, and internal and external ear tests. Now I am desperately trying to remain poised and continue the nurse/patient conversation as my body becomes more hyperaware of his physical presence by the second with his intense dark brown eyes following my every move with what looks like curious excitement. The light and brief touches to his head and shoulder from the senses tests brought forth smaller sparks of the electrical current I had experienced at the clasping of our hands during the introductions the other day at my home. "So now I am going to check your blood pressure and then take some blood to send off to the lab for testing, okay?" "No problem," he answers as I enter the newest information into his file on the Tablet. "So did you get the message I left on your phone yesterday evening?" He springs on me as I have stood from my seat and have my back to him as I am retrieving the Sphygmomanometer in order to perform a blood pressure test on him. "Yes I did in fact, I listened to it this morning; it was my intention to call you back after work." I say turning around and moving toward him with equipment in hand. "Well since we are here, may I ask what you make of my suggestion?" He says rolling the sleeve of his white dress shirt up and holding his left arm out for me already knowing the procedure for this test. "Well, I guess since we are here...," I began to say before I am shocked into silence as my body quietly swoons once I have lightly taken a hold of his massive arm to position the cuff of the blood pressure reader in place. I find myself staring doe eyed at the dark features of his handsome smiling face momentarily stunned by the ridiculously uncalled for twitching I feel deep inside of my heated core from the vibration of power emanating off of the bulging triceps muscle of his left arm. I would swear it was flexing against my palm merely from being so well defined, and not because he was initiating it. Blinking furiously I clear my throat and force my now shaking hands to attach the cuff to his arm and start the inflation process of the device. "Is something the matter?" His voice rings out loudly like rushing waves of ocean water in my ears startling me as I am focusing so hard on the task at hand, I had almost forgotten he was even present in the room. "Umm, no, no, nothing is wrong, I just...," the beeping of the machine saves me from possibly embarrassing myself further and I pull the Velcro apart and remove the cuff from the impressive limb; trying not to touch his heated skin any further. A Chicago Love Story: Revelations "110 over 70, that is excellent Mr. Haden; you are currently not in any danger of developing Hypertension in the near future, so that is good." I remark to him, infinitely glad that my voice appears to be growing stronger following my lapse of vocabulary of a moment ago. "Well so far so good, right?" Alex asks as I return the device back in its designated position in the room, and pick up my hand held computer to enter and update more information. "Yes, that is extremely good news." I say arriving at his seated form with the materials for extracting blood from one of the clearly visible veins in his powerful arms. "So you were saying something about having considered my suggestion for lunch tomorrow." He utters at my lowered head, as I am fiercely concentrating on controlling the reaction of my body to any contact with his imposing one. Taking a minute to focus on my task I am satisfied that my nerves have calmed enough for me to fill three tubes of his blood before I finally respond, "Yes of course, well I had decided that since I didn't have any plans for this Saturday, and being that I still feel bad for how our initial impromptu meeting went, I suppose discussing your offer over lunch would be the least I could do." "Wonderful, I am pleased at your decision; and I can guarantee that you will not regret it." He says cockily as I place the cotton ball and band aid on the inside of his right elbow, and return to the counter to label the tubes for the lab. "Oh I won't huh? You seem pretty sure of yourself Mr. Haden. I mean I might be a hard woman to please." I respond jokingly and quickly avert my gaze from his as I become embarrassed at my unintentionally suggestive comment. "Well, of the two of us, I believe I am more aware of my capabilities in the field of keeping a woman entertained." The statement is absolutely saturated with self confidence, and boy does my still leaking gash seem to revel in it, as the stream of juices seeping from my swampy vagina onto the gusset of my panties begins to run down my inner thighs underneath the pants of my blue scrubs from the overflow. I do not ever remember being this juicy and wet in my life, and I briefly wonder if I may have to excuse myself for the restroom to ring out my dripping thong panties; though I must admit to the arousing factor having this transpiring right in front of Alex without him having any knowledge of it. "Oh really, well mister how about you remove all of your clothing and put on this gown,' I say extending toward him the folded thin light green hospital gown I had just taken down from the cabinet above the counter. "Then let us see if that cocky attitude remains intact while THIS woman measures your height and weight, and performs a check your organs and body functions." I say rather confidently myself as he stands from the table and pulls his tucked dress shirt from his pants and begins undoing the buttons. "No thanks," he says gesturing to the gown in my hand. "I always feel more comfortable without those things; they don't really cover much anyway." He continues, and I am momentarily at a loss on how to proceed. I honestly was not expecting this turn of events; and am suddenly terribly nervous to finish the assessment with him totally exposed. In the condition I am currently in, I could probably orgasm from just the thought of his naked sculpted body alone. "Umm, well in that case you may leave your underwear on for now." "It's no problem; I mean they have to come off at some point right? Might as well get it over with." He demolishes my last ditch effort to stave off the inevitable for a while longer. "Oh, okay, well I will just step outside so you can finish undressing. Give you a few minutes to get settled." I manage to say in a raspy voice out of my suddenly dry throat and parched lips as I replace the gown in the cabinet and turn to exit the room. "Don't leave on my account, I have never been bashful; and I doubt I have anything you haven't seen thousands of times before in your profession." He says while pulling his crisp dress shirt from his powerful arms and uncovering the most delicious looking chest and upper body known to mankind. I gasp softly and begin rapidly blinking my widened eyes at the vision of his broad athletic shoulders, large comic book figure like pectoral muscles and rippled abdomen with the lined six pack. "I doubt that." I say quietly under my breath in regards to his last statement while staring appreciatively at his amazing V-cut physic. "What was that?" Alex asks to my muttered comment as he unfastens the silver buckle of his black leather belt and unbuttons his dark slacks. "Oh nothing, just saying suit yourself. You are right I have performed thousands of these exams, so there is no problem on this end as long as you are comfortable." I ramble on shakily as my eyes zoom in on the long fingers of his massive hands as they spread the opening and lower the zipper of his pants. "Trust me, Miss Sheering, I am not worried at all that you would attempt to take advantage of little ole' me." He says with a suggestive lilt in his voice; though my attention is now entirely focused on the obscenely large bulge contained inside of his grey Ralph Lauren boxer briefs that has been exposed to my sight by the removing of his dress slacks. Regardless of his words, there appears to be absolutely nothing 'little' on him; my god that cannot possibly be his dick in there. Breathing heavily I lower my light headed body once again to the rolling stool and return my attention the trusty Tablet in my hands. I am desperately trying not to seem too interested in his steadily uncovered form as he reaches the last phase of his disrobing. The final barrier between me and his 'full monty' is currently being pushed down his muscular thighs, over his dark kneecaps, and finally past his legs to drop to the floor at his feet. Being bent over for the duration of the removal of this last article of clothing, most of his hard frame was hidden from view. After stepping out of the boxer briefs and picking them up off of the floor however, Alex rises back up and stands erect before me in all of his magnificent glory. I nearly drop the electronic device in my hands as I quickly spin around on the swiveling stool tearing my gaze from what is the most beautiful male specimen I have ever seen. Chapter 6 Clearing my throat I attempt to regain control of the situation that I was unaware until now that I had lost. "So you say you don't have any pain in any area of your body that you would classify as new or unusual?" I ask pretending to look at something on the screen of the small laptop in my hands. "Nothing that you would like me to look at, or make note of for the doctor?" I finish talking and turn once again to the man standing less then ten feet from me without a stitch of clothing on. "No ma'am, none that I can think of at the moment; though you are free to check if you don't believe me." Alex says now openly flirting with me. Only he might as well be speaking another language for all the information I received from his statement. No I am currently preoccupied by the newly revealed and completely mesmerizing appendage dangling in between his toned legs. My goodness look at that thing, it is freakin' huge! My crotch is now completely soaked from the heavy flow of juices springing forth from between my boiling muff at the sight before me; causing the thin triangular patch of material of my thong to stick uncomfortably to the puffy and enflamed outer labia of my leaking slit. My inner voice is screaming at me for the unprofessional nature of my behavior, but for once in my life I completely ignore it as I continue to stare unabashedly at the massive limb hanging heavily from his groin. Visually scanning over every minute detail of the thick slab of cock meat lying against and halfway down his left thigh, I determine it to be the largest penis I have ever had the privilege of observing up close. I have been fortunate enough to have had some pretty descent lovers in my time, and almost all of them were endowed above average in my opinion. They were all well enough equipped in the cock department to satisfy me at the respective times I experienced them, but the two that stood out the most were in fact on the large side. Jeremy was a three month long fling back in my second year of collage at Northwestern studying for my Bachelor's in Biology who introduced me to the pleasure filled world of sex with larger penises. Rather on the thin side as far as girth, Jeremy more than made up for it by masterfully wielding 8 and three-quarter full inches of rock hard beef stick. He would drill me powerfully and so deep on our hook ups that I would for a while there at first experience menstrual like cramps in my stomach for the following couple of days from his deeper then previously felt lunges into my wet core. I mean there were seriously certain positions he and I could not indulge in because of the extreme discomfort caused by his long dong. I also remember the personal self challenge I undertook in trying to deep throat his lengthy rod. As demanding a lover Jeremy was physically, he uncharacteristically always allowed me to set my own pace in my attempts to become more skilled with fellating a longer penis. His patience was much appreciated, and by the end of our affair I made sure to repay him by delivering what I tell myself was the most 'World Class Head' he would ever receive. He had this large mushroom shaped head atop his arrow like cock that used to plug the back of my mouth while blowing him, and would force my gag reflex before he even began to enter my throat. My goodness I used to love to press him up against my dorm room door and pull that long pale tower of flesh out of his jeans and stroke it with both of my hands while telling him exactly what I was about to do to him. Besides all of that though, the most alluring part of encountering a large penis was the aesthetic beauty of the intimidating, though wonderfully arousing image it presented to the eyes. Nothing gets a girl wet like the sight of a big cock. The other exceptional member on my list of sexual partners is my ex husband Jim, who I without a doubt had the most enjoyable sex of my life with. Jim was just right for me in my biased opinion, an absolute perfect fit for my small box. Sporting a mouth wateringly thick 8 inch rod, Jim brought me unspeakable physical pleasure over the years we were together. His width would always spread my vaginal walls to just this side of painful; and all 8 of those inches used to feel every bit as deep in my core as the near 9 inch monster of Jeremy before him; but without the discomfort. Jim also presented a welcome yet different challenge to suck off due to the amazing girth of his wand. While Jeremy had provided the instrument needed for my growth as a deep throat artist; Jim and his fat prick would require more than just ignoring the instinct to dislodge an invader from my throat in order to pleasure him. I had to learn to control the pace of my gyrations on his wide penis; as well as the different angles of head positioning necessary to avoid the tiring of my jaw muscles; and the stroking of my hand on the bottom half of his thick shaft always aided greatly in bringing Jim to climax. All in all I was eventually able to take Jim's entire huge rod down my throat, though I did not do it too often. After experiencing Jeremy, I thought I would never find a bigger cock or better lover. Then I met Jim, and I was certain he would be the last man I ever shared my bed with. It was merely a lovely bonus that he had what I felt was the largest manhood I would ever encounter. Yet here before my unbelieving eyes was a male member that threatens to greatly out shine them both. Appearing to be grown from a well groomed patch of black pubic hair Alex's hanging penis is truly a thing of beauty with the long phallus being a slightly lighter hue of brown in color than the rest of his body, almost mahogany. The shaft is lined with bulging veins running the length down to a large circumcised bell shaped glans. The incredible thickness of the member remains consistent along the whole column of flesh never becoming thinner at any point until you reach the crown, where unlike with Jeremy from my past whose crown was broader than the stem, Alex's dome is cropped neatly and slightly narrower than the wide shaft. Not really an expert with these things, I would guess his length now completely flaccid to be around 7 inches long; and damn if he did not look to be as thick as my wrist in his relaxed state. Recalling briefly how immense Jim used to feel in my dainty little hands, I wonder if I would even be able to fully enclose them around this hulking appendage. Jesus this man is hung; and I briefly wonder just how large he is when fully aroused. Surely he must be larger than Jeremy seeing as he is nearly his length when soft. That last thought causes a sudden tremor to pass through my entire body as I contemplate having something that large shoved inside of my tight cunt. Both Jeremy and Jim often felt nearly too big for me to handle; so by my estimation Alex would definitely not be able to safely fit his oversized prick inside of my narrow clam. Well it is a good thing that is not going to happen young lady now is it; and did we forget the fact that we are at work and this man is an innocent patient seeking only a clean bill of health. You should be ashamed of yourself for sitting here ogling him like a piece of meat and having lusty and inappropriate thoughts about him. You are a professional in a professional environment, so I suggest you start acting like it and get a hold of yourself this instant. My constant companion, my inner conscious comes down rather harshly on the curious part of my mind; and though I do attempt to gather my faculties about me, I fear I am too far gone to fully detach from my aroused state I am so incredibly turned on right now, my body is in disarray at the total about face my senses and emotions have done in the last half hour. Just prior to his arrival in this small patient room, I was at the lowest emotional point of my life, my body numb to nearly all feeling, save for my assured notion of being completely undesirable to any man; yet now here all of a sudden my nerves are sparking like an exposed live wire throughout my taut body. Besides that is the fact that I feel so wanton, enticing and sexy in front this large black man. My body tingles in feminine sensuality from the way his dark, intense eyes have bore into my lithe form as I have moved about the room during this entire visit. My greedy little puss is positively creaming right now from being this close to an exposed penis after nearly two years. The fact that said penis looks to be pussy ruining enormous is like a big, juicy double cherry on top of the strawberry cheese cake of this sexual revelation. "So where do you want me?" The sound of Alex speaking snaps me out of my brief trance brought on by his hulking column of cock meat. "What?" I whisper looking up at smirking face. "I said...where would you like me to stand, right here? Or maybe over here?" He drawls out in a sexy low voice as he slowly begins walking toward me. My gaze immediately returns to his dick and watch the heavy shaft sway hypnotically left to right with his every step. I feel my womb clench strongly at every solid slap of his long rod against his flexing wrestlers thighs with each step taken in my direction. My eyes grow wider with every stride that brings him closer to my now panting form. The meaty globes of my confined heaving breasts begin to feel heavy and fuller at his determined approach. The small plumb colored nipples in the center of the large, round dark pink areolas of my soft 32C tits become painfully stiff against the Demi bra that is supporting them. My whole body is now twitching, and being bombarded with all sorts of urges. The Kegel muscles of my dripping cunt are in constant convulsions at this point, anxious it seems to attempt to devour the angry looking cylinder of cervix bashing flesh that is drawing nearer. Also my erected nipples are begging to be released from their satin prison, desiring to be pinched, stroked, pulled, and sucked on. My mouth has drifted open to form a small 'O' as I am rendered speechless and clueless as to exactly what my next move should be. My conscious is screaming at me to put a stop to this quickly escalating situation; yet my body is pleading with me to let it unfold never having experienced this powerful of a reaction to a man before. Then there is my heart, bruised, broken, and untrusting as it is presently, it is oddly ushering me towards this man, and the feeling is his undoubtedly evoking within me; to embrace these emotions my mind is unwilling to give name to that are swirling about inside my chest. I have not reached a decision by the time he halts and stands just over a foot away from me. His massive schlong is dangling eye level before my near hyperventilating face looking absolutely militant in appearance. The huge member appears to be waving hello as it gently swings back and forth. "So Catherine, is this a favorable place for me to stand? Does this give you a better view of my dick that you have been staring at since I took my cloths off?" He says in an aggressive tone that incites an involuntary moan to escape from my throat as well as a blazing heat to flow out from my flaming core. My heart is hammering strongly against my rib cage inside of my chest as I inhale the musky male aroma that is wafting from his huge penis and the heavy looking low slung scrotum tucked behind it. My eyes still fixed on the large organ, and I itch to comb my fingers through the thick mat of curly black pubic hairs surrounding the root of his pecker. I gasp rather loudly when Alex grunts harshly under his breath and flexes his stiffening peter causing it to jump toward me. "Wh..wha...what are you...I don't know wha...excuse me Mr. Haden, I do not believe that this is appropriate beha...," my voice trails off abruptly once my disbelieving eyes are drawn back to his burgeoning shaft. My mouth waters and the forgotten Tablet does finally slip from my loose grasp and falls to floor clanging against the smooth tile as I stare in utter rapture at the thickening of the large spear. There is a wave of heat flowing off of the rising appendage as it incredibly begins to cover the slightly more than a foot distance between my face and his pelvis while it stands at attention. "What do you say nurse Sheering; does everything look okay with it?" Is his cock sure statement that is accompanied by another audible grunt from him as the journey of his rod from flaccid to erect is apparently complete. "My god." I croak out in total immobilizing arousal and fear of the enormous stalk sticking straight out from his groin proud, hard and pointing directly at my full lips. "Well," Alex says with obvious strain in his voice. "What do you think?" "You are...you're so big." Is the fulfilling of my Ms. states-the-obvious statement quota of the day; but dammit he most certainly is, and by gosh I just had to say it. "Yeah, but is it in good order? Maybe you should check it just to be sure." He says in a fake concerned toned as he pretends to be innocent in all this, probably assuming that he has unwavering control of the situation. Well he apparently does because I without words immediately raise my right hand up to the pulsing rod featuring a network of angry looking veins tracing the long shaft. My eyes zero in on the large bell shaped head of his thick pole and another moan streams out of my pursed lips as I witness a large, clear pearl of pre-cum force its way out of the urethral meatus in the center. A Chicago Love Story: Revelations My stomach muscles are doing summersaults as my small hand closes in on the overbearing column of reproductive flesh quivering inches away from my panting face. "Ooh.' Is the only reply I can issue as my brain short circuits when I finally take hold of his warm meaty cock. My body sways dangerously on the small stool as I experience a staggering mini orgasm from the contact. I soon begin to mewl in sexual overload as the unexpected climax launched a gush of pungent pussy juice from my spasming snatch against the crotch of my sopping thong. "Fuck your cock is HUGE!!" I exclaim as I attempt unsuccessfully to grip his throbbing penis in my hand. I was right on with my earlier estimation of his thickness not fitting inside of my hand. Alex's girth is downright scary seeing as I cannot seem to wrap my whole fist around the thick shaft. There is about an inch gap between the thumb and fingers of my right hand that is holding his hefty fuck stick. Thinking back once more on my greatest lovers, I discover that I was also certainly correct in my preliminary assessment of Alex's place among them in the penis department. That place is without question at the top of list and by a considerable margin. The stem currently being stroked roughly in my soft hand is both significantly longer and fatter than both Jeremy and Jim's rods. "My god...I cannot believe how fucking BIG your dick is." I mumble out somewhat stupefied as I marvel at the incredible weight of the large pole in my hand. It feels as though I am doing curls with a fifteen pound dumbbell. Jesus, I doubt if any woman could comfortable absorb this slab of cock meat inside of their pussy without causing some serious damage. Recalling my own pain-filled failed attempts at certain positions with Jeremy's lengthy prick due to his brief yet very uncomfortable contact with my tender cervix, I become light headed thinking that something Alex's length would not merely brush my cervix in some positions; he would obliterate it in ANY position. I still the stroking of my hand momentarily and lift the heavy phallus up and toward the right away from my face, which brings a pleased groan from his tight lipped mouth and causes pleased joy to bounce around inside of my heated form. I soon follow that motion by sliding my fisted hand up to the crown of his long dong and push it vertical to press against his defined abdomen; all the while feeling his intense gaze on my every move. Next I bring my left hand up to fondle and caress his hanging ball sack, and become pleased myself when I feel his shaft pulse strongly in my grip and I see his testicles separate, shrink back and rise upward inside of the thin layer of skin of his scrotum from my touch. The long and thick perineal raphe running the length of the underside of Alex's bulky rod is visibly pulsating before my eyes, and makes his dick look even more menacing as I imagine that hard tube of tissue rubbing against my clitoris while I drag my scalding channel up and down it in reverse cowgirl. He spurts forth a grunt at my rough handling of his swollen manhood once I lower it from his rock hard abs and pull it downward to almost point toward the floor in order to fully view the dorsal side of his beautiful prick. I finally come to a decision while staring at the large prong in my hot hand; and that decision is to perform my own brand of a prostate examination using my hands AND mouth. Having brought my head forward to sniff the masculine scent coming off of the beautiful penis, I lean back as the shaft rises up to a horizontal position as soon as I slide the hard grip of my hand down along the many vibrating inches of his amazing prick to hold the base. I coo weakly while staring at the way my stroking hand pulls the tight skin covering his thick member up and down over the steel like muscle as the veins shift along the throbbing shaft. I have never, not in all my years as a Registered Nurse nor in my own private life, seen or felt a penis get this hard. "Well everything certainly looks good from the visual exam.' Hearing my voice projecting itself strongly is a relief as I begin to speak in mock medical terms, gaining confidence from being in the ultimate position of power for a woman. "Except for this fluid oozing out of the tip here; better take a sample for testing." I say before I swiftly lean in and drag my extended tongue from underneath the glans of his fat helmet up over the crown and passing along the weeping pee slit as I gather up all traces of his pre-cum. "Hmmm," I say swallowing the sweet tasting substance of his life giving seed. "Yes sir all good here as well; tastes like mango." Alex chuckles a little at my playful, though honest statement. The flow of pre-cum begins to drain out of the bulging head at an even heavier volume now. "Oh yeah, well I do enjoy a very organic diet." He says trying to regain his smirk amidst my aggressive stroking of his club. "See, you should be the poster boy for eating well. The slogan could be: 'A healthy diet, delicious sperm'." Laughter follows my comment, though this time it is my own. I am bursting with giddiness and sexual prowess as I become fully vested in what has and is about to occur between us. Figuring the time for teasing is past, I set out to enjoy myself as the High School teenager in me comes out resulting in me taping into the passions from some of the best cocksucking years of my life. I regretfully release Alex's heavy beef stick to lick the palm of my right hand before re-establishing my tight grip on the meaty column by wrapping my hand around the broad head and smearing the pre-cum around my palm. I then begin to use it along with my saliva for lubrication to start a hard stroking pattern on the top half of his stalk. The lewd sounds of the sticky fluids of his leaking glans peeling along my fisted hand as I aggressively perform a hand job on his beautiful penis are projecting loudly from the surprisingly good acoustics of the room. Smiling wickedly I raise my smoldering eyes from the wide schlong in my right hand and up to his pussy moistening smirking face before I take my next action. "You have a very beautiful penis Alex. Do you mind if I suck on it for a little bit?" I impishly say to him in the most innocent voice I could muster. Chapter 7 Alex's answer is in the form of raising his left arm to place his warm hand firmly against the back of my head, gripping my long braided chestnut colored pony tail. His message is clear; and I do not hesitate to respond to his unspoken demand as I lift my left hand up to join in grip with and below my right around the base of his member. As we engage in an intense staring contest to see who would blink first, I decide to play a little dirty as I lower my mouth and once again slurp up some of his delicious pre-cum from his bulging tip with my tongue. I quickly receive my desired result as his eyes close and his head rises up and backward as a loud groan ushers forth from his throat. I watch as his pectorals clinch upward on his chest and his lined abdomen twitches from my deliberately arousing action. "SSSSHHHH!' I whisper loud enough to get his attention. "You better control yourself Mister, unless you want this to end too soon." I murmur, now in full control of this encounter from my incredulous position of authority at his waist. I discovered long ago the power woman wield over men when we have their pricks in our hands. "OOHH, just put it in your mo...," before he can finish his groaning plea I lean my head forward and shove the top three inches of his iron hard pole into my open mouth. I mewl in submissive elation as I feel him yank hard on my pony tailed head from the sudden enclosing of his thick manhood inside my moist and warm orifice. I had surprised even myself at the ease with which I was able to slide the large head and meaty shaft inside of my small mouth. Upon having his rock solid rod surrounded by my warm oral cavity I internally celebrate the euphoria of once again having a nice hard cock in between my lips. I absolutely relish performing fellatio on my lovers and my initial fears concerning my ability to consume this huge fuck pole are ignored in the haze of my extreme arousal at the decadence of our dangerous liaison here in this room at my place of business. The incredible girth of Alex's shaft has already completely filled my mouth to bursting and my plump lips have thinned considerably from being so stretched around his thick meat stick. I slowly attempt to push more of his wide dong into my heated mouth in order to meet my grasping hands holding the root of his cock with my straining lips. I am nearly successful before the overwhelming presence of his spongy crown touches the opening of my throat and causes me to gag violently. My watering eyes slam shut and I try breath through my nose and widen my already stretched to the limit lips around his hulking protuberance. I am slightly disappointed at my own rustiness in the field of fellatio as I am forced to pull his dick completely from my mouth with a wet slurping sound. Trying valiantly to gain control of my ragged breathing I begin a back and forth jacking motion of his base with my tight gripped hands as I place a soft chaste kiss on the crown of his saliva covered dick head. I moan as I feel the fingers of his left hand messaging my scalp through my hair while he waits for me to continue. Deciding to change tactics I remove my right hand from the shaft and place it on his left thigh at the same time as I slide my left hand up along the long peter lifting the column upward a few degrees and pulling him toward me while lowering my face to take his left testicle into my salivating mouth. "Ooohh fuck woman, that feels good," his groaned appreciation of my technique further emboldens my effort as I continue to suck first one ball into my moist mouth slobbering on it for a delicious few seconds before suctioning it from my warm cavern and repeating the action on the other one all while slowly and firmly stroking his raised pulsating member with my left hand. "Ummm, you like that Alex?" I moan out after switching from sucking to licking his sack making the large testes inside to bounce and dance around underneath the wrinkled skin of his scrotum from my ministrations. "Ahh, damn what do you think?" He moans out further tightening his grip on my head. "Well I think you are carrying a large amount of cum in these guys." I say referring to his heavy testicles while juggling his ball sack with my right hand taken from his thigh. "Hell yeah, a nice big load just for you." "Oh really, all for me huh? Well I guess I better get to work then." Are my confident words before I place the tip of my straightened tongue on his cock base on the ventral side of his pole while still fondling his balls. Releasing the shaft from my left hand I slide my moistened tongue up along the thick ridge on the underside of his now bouncing staff all the way to the glans where I perform a well practiced maneuver of whipping my head back and around to catch the bobbing crown inside of my mouth and sucking hard on it before releasing it with an audible pop. More determined now, I quickly raise my right hand from his sack and take the vibrating muscle in a hard grip at the mid-point of the rod and began an aggressive stroking motion. I next place my left hand on his oh so firm right ass cheek and take another brief second to stare in rapturous amazement at the huge member before I spit a large glob of saliva onto the head and shaft while continuing to pump the thick pipe using the added moisture to aid in my stroking. After quickly popping my jaw and tucking my teeth behind my lusciously thick lips I guide the pulsing organ into my drooling oral cavity. I begin sucking hard on the head of his monstrous prick while maintaining a steady though light full stroking motion up and down the length of his shaft. I am twirling my tongue all over his crown igniting the taste buds with his natural and exotic flavor as my cheeks hallow out from the suctioning pressure of my mouth. "OOHH yeah Cat', suck that dick...uumm, take it deeper baby." Alex breathes out in between moans in a sexy as hell baritone. Of course I immediately comply by sliding a few more inches into my widening mouth and shiver at feeling the weeping glans slide against the palate of the roof of my mouth. Now bobbing my head along the top third of his pole, I find myself mewling from my throat at the hardness of the solid mass currently filling my orifice. My active tongue continues to sliver along different sides of the thick column at every pass inside of my mouth. I feel my lips flipping in and out on themselves with my back and forth glides along his cock. Alex soon changes his groans to low growls as my teeth begin to scrape along the veins of his hard slab of meat as they are forced from behind my lips by his wide girth. His cock feels amazing in my mouth, and I experience absolutely no shame at the amount of accumulating saliva that is leaking from the corners of my stuffed beak. Lewd slurping sounds echo throughout the room from the leisurely pace I have set while sucking this wonderful piece of man meat, accompanied by his groans and my own barely audible moans. After only a couple of minutes I am pleased to find myself inhaling half of his impressively long cock. My right hand has returned to merely sliding up and down the bottom few inches of his staff while I pull him deeper into my mouth with my left hand on his ass. It is not long when I am forced to pause in my sucking motion once I feel his broad crown begin to make constant contact with my pharynx opening; only this time I am determined not to have to remove him from my heated cavity before proceeding. I grip his prong tightly at the very root and exhale sharply through my nostrils before I slowly pull his dick from my mouth until only the helmet is surrounded by my juicy sucking lips; and taking only a few seconds to gather myself I just as slowly drive the engorged member deep into my mouth. Hearing his moans once again become loud enough to garner unwanted attention from anyone passing by this room in the hallway, I am unwilling to abandon the wonderful sensation of his stiff prick slowly filling my warm mouth cavity to warn him this time. My eyes close and my throat tenses as his beefy stalk reaches the opening of my pharynx once again, yet now I merely squeeze his cock base in my right hand and slide my lips a few inches off of his dick before I proceed back along the pulsing shaft to collide with the back of my oral cavity. This time when the head hits its target, I triumphantly fight off my gag reflex and begin pushing the huge cylinder down into my throat. Bobbing slowly along his fat schlong, I begin moaning pretty noticeably myself at the amazingly light headed elation I receive from having this formidable male member completely fill my mouth and pry open my narrow throat in its attempt to explore my esophagus. I also delight in the unique sensation of his perineal raphe rubbing up and down against my epiglottis. I only manage to push a few thick inches in my pharynx before I am forced to retreat back along the pulsing muscle since I am unable to intake enough oxygen through my nose to remain conscious, and his throbbing prick has blocked my other primary air passage. Focusing and coordinating my breathing and the gyrations of my hand on his dick I settle into a nice sensual in and out rhythm along his rod. My pattern consists of a continuous cycle of me sliding the wide organ into the back of my mouth to tickle my throat and hold it there while my active tongue slivers along the underside of his penis before slipping it from my mouth to gentle suckle on the large glans. This repetitive motion is interrupted on every fifth repetition by me shoving the head and about an inch of cockmeat into my throat and then gently scraping my teeth along the heavy pole as I pull it completely from my mouth. Once removed from my drooling orifice, I spit the thick saliva produced and gathered inside of my mouth from deep-throating him onto the long wet rod and rub it into the dark skin of the shaft like I am applying lotion. After what felt like ten minutes of me slowly and enthusiastically slurping on his now glistening pole, sliding it a little further into my throat on each insertion while continuing the hard back and forth stroking motion with my right as well as the constant squeezing of his hard buttocks I finally feel his cock begin to swell and pulsate strongly inside of my mouth. I cannot see myself at this moment but my mind paints a very indecent picture for me by taking stock of the physical evidence covering me. In the image I see a passionate woman of forty-two sitting on a small swiveling stool in an small room with white walls deliberately bobbing her chestnut colored head along a massive penis whose darker tone contrasts glaringly with her pale complexion. I see her small hand gripping and stroking the bottom section of the thick shaft that she has yet to force into her inviting throat. I see her juicy heart shaped lips reddened and stretched thin from the rough and constant task of rubbing along the meaty member; as well as streams of the light touch of dark grey eyeliner applied after lunch running down the high set cheek bones of her face. I also see dark wet splotches covering both the shirt and pants of her baby blue scrubs from the abundance of moisture that has fallen from her open mouth while she has vivaciously sucked on the hulking tower of cock meat. The mental image alone causes my body to enter into pre orgasmic mode and I become astounded at the prospect of having my second climax in the last however long without the assistance of some form of stimulation of my nether region. The very idea that I could do something like orgasm from giving head alone only intensifies the convulsions inside of my core. I eventually pull his throbbing and wet club from my gasping mouth with a loud slurping sound capped by an echoing pop as I squeeze my lips hard around the swollen crown as it exits. Glancing up at his now determined countenance staring directly at me I decide to help him over the edge. "I thought you had a nice big load for me in those balls huh? Well I am ready to collect now; where would you like me to take it?" I whisper sexily while I begin speedily jacking his swelling rod having brought my left hand from his ass to once again join the right one in my effort to get him off. "Ahhhh goddammit, keep stroking just like that, fuck I'm gonna' nut baby." He groans out through ragged breaths. "I will, but you better tell me where you want me to put all that cum." I say knowing where I want to receive his offering but desperately for some reason needing him to concur with me. "Oohh shit, in your mouth, ohh here it comes, swallow that cum baby!" He yells in a growl and answering my unspoken wish and desire, so I quickly slip the large head of his dick in between my sore lips and suck hard on the glans. He detonates almost immediately after entering my cavern and I mewl loudly as the first powerful propulsion of ejaculate fires into the back of my throat, nearly choking me with both the volume and force of it. I lower my right hand to his now tightened scrotum and lightly take it in my grasp while I firmly suck on his squirting dome and my left hand performs long, slow, and hard strokes along his entire shaft evoking more streams of cum to shoot up through the throbbing stalk from his heavy testicles. Then the unthinkable happens as I experience an absolute mind melting orgasm after about the fourth launch of his hot semen into my open throat. A Chicago Love Story: Revelations "Mmmrrpphh," is the unintelligible squeak that exits my stuffed mouth as I attempt to quickly swallow the rapidly expelling cum from his cannon. My climax shudders through my heated form like a tornado; loud, swift, powerful, and leaving visible carnage in its wake. His ball sack is released from my grasp with his left thigh being the recipient of a gouging right hand as my twitching body jerks toward his own trembling frame, inadvertently forcing his firing piston deeper into mouth. The convulsion of my body allows his still spurting penis to spray his warm essence directly down my gullet as his head is now plugged in the opening of my pharynx. My left hand takes his bulky shaft in a near death grip, and my moans increase in pitch once again as I continue to swallow his thick and rich load, all the while my neglected channel spasms around air and my womb seizes deep in my inner core. I feel a heavy warm gush of fluids issue forth from my engorged flowering outer labia further soaking the saturated gusset of my flimsy panties; and most likely noticeably seeping through the thin material of my scrubs bottoms as a result of powerful climax. I feel my whole body become lax as the tremors of both of our climaxes begin to subside, leaving his pee slit dribbling the last vestiges of seed into my accepting mouth, and my buzzing pussy twitching anxiously for more of something. Weakened physically I finally release his still hard cock from my hand and allow it to slip from mouth worn out oral cavity before I lean back on the physicians stool against the counter behind me. "Hhmmmm, that was fucking amazing." I utter once I am able to form thoughts and words. My closed eyes snap open after a moment at the sound of his large hands slamming against the hard surface of the counter top on either side of my head. He apparently could no longer sustain his body weight on his wobbly legs and thus fell forward to brace himself up with the counter. Staring up at his intimidating form leaned over me, I suddenly feel so small and dainty beneath this handsome man. "Yes it most definitely was. That might have been the greatest blowjob I have ever received; and I can't believe you swallowed all of my cum." He says in a tired voice, and I give myself a pretty hearty mental pat on the back at being solely responsible for his state of fatigue. "Might have huh?' I respond with false offense in my voice and try my best to look miffed at him. Alex merely laughs at my pretended hurt feelings over his perceived slight of my abilities. "Well regardless, I stand by my earlier statement that your cum tastes absolutely delicious going down; and is warm and filling in my belly. Thank you kind sir." I remark finishing my panted reply to his compliment. "You are most welcome mi lady." He chuckles out while attempting horribly to perform a bow in his already bent over position. "So," I begin after a few quiet and tense moments of heavy breathing, tearing my heavy-lidded eyes from his slightly sweating smiling face and finally encountering the awkwardness of our current predicament once the haze of sexual fulfillment fades. I fight down the rising panic I begin to feel at just how irresponsible I have been. This is so totally out of character for me, and I honestly cannot believe how I now find myself in this stupidly compromising position. How could you be so foolish and reckless, you idiot? How could let yourself be tempted enough by this man to behave in the manner of a slut and take this ridiculous risk with your livelihood. You stupid, stupid woman, you do not even know this man and yet here you are with a stomach full of his cum and looking like a cheap hooker. I could very well lose my job, my license, hell my career over this foolish and impulsive act if found out. My god the man uncovers his undoubtedly huge penis during a physical examination and the next thing I know said penis is halfway down my throat and then I am swallowing a surprisingly large load of cum from this guy who I do not even really know. What if someone heard us in here? What if we were already discovered and reported to Dr. McDaniels by Jessica? He might summon me to office the moment I walk out of this room in order to give me my walking papers and to tell me he would be filing a grievance against me with the State for my actions. This is bad, really really really bad Catherine. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Nurse Sheering, Dr. McDaniels is finished with his phone conference and wanted to know if you required his assistance." Is Jessica's unsuspicious and light voice from the other side of the door. Clearing my throat and pushing Alex's pliant body away from I control my voice when answering, "Tell him no thank you for me Jess; I am just about through with the assessment now." "Alright nurse Sheering; all other patients have been seen and Mykela is finishing up her paperwork, so I will start closing shop now." Jessica says her voice lowering as she begins walking away from the closed door. I stand on shaky legs and turn to the sink inset in the counter to grab some paper towels from the dispenser. I take a couple minutes to wipe away the traces of saliva and semen from off of my chin from around the swollen lips of my mouth. I hear shuffling from behind me as I next attempt to disguise the dark splotches of moisture from my scrubs. After about five minutes of pregnant silence in the room, I work up the courage to turn to my partner in crime. I am both grateful and foolishly saddened to see his once again fully dressed form standing before me buttoning the sleeves of his unwrinkled dress shirt. "So how about we just say that you are in great health on your chart, and if you would like a more thorough examination, you schedule another appointment with Dr. McDaniels?" I offer in what is left of my professionalism and hope he accepts without comment so I may escape his irresistible presence without any further damage to my emotions. "Sure, as I said I wasn't really concerned, this was merely a formality for my Insurance provider." He says finally securing his belt buckle and looking up at my slightly disheveled appearance. "So...we never did come to any terms on the arrangements for tomorrow." He tosses out there managing to look innocently embarrassed as to exactly why we did not get around to making any decisions on our tenuously scheduled meeting. "Be at my house at seven in the evening, we can talk over dinner." I say tersely though incredibly shocked inside from my ability to remain cosigned to meeting with this gorgeous man in light of what has recently taken place between us in the room. I cannot explain the almost imperceptive inner voice of my head that is telling me to that this man is somehow important to the next phase of my life. I feel as if I should know him; that answers to questions I have not even thought to ask are floating at the edge of my conscious mind. So in order to obtain them, I have to get close Alex. Plus I really am anxious to know how he deciphered my personal ad. "Don't be late Alex. Oh and don't be too early either; you wouldn't want to catch me unprepared again would you?' I seductively remark as I walk to the door having retrieved my computer Tablet from the floor. "You may leave when you are done, and make sure you check with Jessica up front before you go." I say over my shoulder after opening the door and exiting the room; leaving what I hope is a dumbfounded Alex Haden staring after my retreating form.