1 comments/ 25306 views/ 1 favorites Exam Room 11 By: sexyimagination "Your one o'clock is waiting in exam room one." I hear as I walk in to the office. "I didn't know I had an appointment." I say, glancing at my watch. "Or, I would've been here sooner." I sigh and grab the folder off the counter, without even looking at the name. I knock on exam room one and walk in, my head down. "Good morning." I say, mindlessly, but then catch my mistake. "I mean, 'Good afternoon.'" Chuckling, I look up to the patient in the chair. My jaw drops as I recognize that its you. "Oh!" I exclaim as my cheeks turn red. "Its you again." "Yes, its me." You say as you get up from the chair, you grab the papers from my hands and set them down on the exam table next to me. "I just had to see your smile again." Your hand touches my cheek and you lean in to kiss me, ever so gently. I melt into the kiss and my cares fly away. I forget about my bad day. I forget about how frazzled I was. Immediately, I feel heat and pressure building between my legs. "Wait." I command. Your lips break from mine, but your hand doesn't move. Hovering above my lips, breathy, you ask, "Why?" I look at you and smile, a devilish grin. "One second." I grab the folder and slip outside the door, smooth my hair and flip the sign from the equivalent of 'occupied' to 'vacant'. I look down the hall and see that the room on the far end of the hall is empty. I open the door and whisper, "I'll meet you in room 11 in five minutes." I shut the door and make my way to the my personal office. I shut the door behind me and reach into a drawer and pull out an outfit. Five minutes later, I sneak my way to room eleven, slip inside the door, and smile at you. "Sorry. I had to change." I said. "That's fine. I don't mind waiting." You say. You stand up from the chair and kiss me, hard. "I've missed you." You say, between kisses. "You missed me, huh?" I ask? "Mhmm..." I push you onto the exam table. "So what's your problem, patient? What can I help you with?" You lay on your back and I climb on the table on top of you. I rip open the top buttons of my long, white nurses outfit. "Your favorite." I remark. My red, lacy bra is now exposed. "Touch my breasts." I command. You do as you're told and caress my breasts. Unbuttoning the rest of my outfit, you rip it off of me. "Touch me." I say. You do. Your hands run along my arms, giving me goosebumps. You touch my waist and grab my hips. I rock back and forth on your pelvis. I can feel you getting hard. "Take off your shirt." I say. You do. "Good. Take off my bra." As you do, you touch my breasts, squeeze my nipples. I kiss you and my hands feel up your chest. I flip off my heels and climb up the table, move my panties to the side, and sit on your face. "Now, lick me." I order. You do as you're told and lick my already wet pussy. I run my hands through your hair as I grip your head. Pleasure pulses through me. "Mmm!" I moan. You keep licking me, your tongue dancing across my clit. You know just how to please me. I'm so close to cumming and you can tell. Shoving your tongue inside me, you can tell I'm almost there. My thighs squeeze together and I throw my head back in pleasure and the orgasm pulses through me. I stay where I am, unable to move as aftershocks continue to bring me pleasure. Breathing heavily, I move down to unbutton your pants. "Your turn." I say, and I proceed to blow you like never before. Exam Room Bang He sighed. Lt. Veeh's tiny hands had moved to his scalp, where she was doing God knows what. She had moved between his legs and was now so close the smell of her perfume was unbearable. Sitting on the examine room table slightly elevated he couldn't help but glance down at the collar of her scrubs. He saw skin, blue material. That eyebrow was raised inquisitively. He tried his thousand yard stare, looking through her, beyond her, to the closed exam room door. She leaned in closer like she was examining his head wound. One tiny hand came to rest in his thigh, the other still picked at his scalp. "Ma'am, this is not a good idea..." He actually said the words, to a twenty something blondie, no less. And then his eyes rolled back a little when she moved that tiny hand further up his thigh. "Sergeant," she hissed back at him. "You are mistaken." Sgt. Pole rested his hands on her surprisingly tiny waist. Beneath the scrubs he imagined perfect curves. He pulled the hips closer. She didn't pull away. He inhaled her scent, and he agreed he was not mistaken, although he still doubted. His kissed her anyway. Lt. Veeh didn't move a muscle. But she did part her lips and ever so slightly offer her tongue. The Staff Sergeant gripped her hips harder. It was like someone set off a trip flare in the exam room. Disorientation. Heat, and fire, and hotness. And then it faded and Sgt. Pole felt hungry. He had no condom, but he knew what he would do. He kissed her harder and she kissed back. The tiny hand was in his crotch, grabbing a bulge behind his utility trousers. He snaked a hand into her curls and exposed her neck. If he was a vampire he would have had dinner. Instead he started kissing her from her jawline to her collar bone. She moaned. Her tiny hand was squeezing the bulge like a turkey baster. He could imagine those little fingers wrapped around his hardness, skin against skin. "The door," he said. "Don't worry—" she responded. "The door," he said again and got up from the examining table pushing her backwards. He walked her back until she was pinned against the door. They couldn't lock it. There were no locked doors in a military field hospital, but at least no one would come in without them knowing it. He continued to kiss her, twisting and turning her head with his hands so he could eat one side of her face and then the other. She tasted good. Soft and fresh and clean, maybe...orange. Something sweet he couldn't be sure. He gave up as soon as the tiny hands starting working at his belt buckle. "Sergeant," she commanded, "...get these off." Sgt. Pole was not about to take his pants off, officer or no officer. Not without her being naked first. He found the bottom of the scrub blouse and started pulling it up and over her abs. "I don't think so---" she denied. He thought it was over when the tiny hands came off the bulge and pulled the blouse back down. But then she turned on him and presented her backside and she leaned into the exam door. She rubbed up against him and he started on the buckle himself. He saw white skin just below a tan line, and briefly wondered what kind of underwear hot blonde Navy nurses wore in a combat zone. He leaned over her. "Lieutenant, make sure that door---" "Shut up Marine." He did, and dipped a finger into the front of her pants, while he dropped his trousers behind her. His fingers found her slit, warm and wet under high cut cotton panties. She was bare to his touch, at least that he could tell. Bare and wet and warm. Her clit was a like a little peanut running in circles. The more he tried to touch her the more she pushed her ass into him and squirmed. "Hurry..." He found her button and teased. She moaned, leaned forward, hands outstretch against the door, and arched her back. Head down, head up, hair tossing. She squirmed so he lost the spot, but then reacquired it. "Hurry..." she pleaded again. Lt. Veeh came off the door panting and partially bent over. She started working her scrubs and panties off her hips. Only when they were at her ankles did she have enough leg room. She fell back against the door. Sgt. Pole eyed her bottom, and the bent over blonde nurse. Perfect shape, perfect smooth white skin that ran right up to that tan line at her waist. With one hand on her shoulder and the other on his cock he fished for the entrance to her pussy. It took him just one pass. Maybe it was her height, or the bent over position against the door, but either way Sgt. Pole sunk right into her. "Oh yeah." He started grinding into her. She started pushing back. She was positively gripping him. She should have been gripping the door, except there was nothing to hold onto, so she just kept her palms pressed open against the laminate. Every time he bottomed out in her she gave a soft little grunt and an extra pump back against him. "Oh my God....keep going..." He now had both hands on her shoulders and was forcing himself up into her. Her small frame was arched like a bow, and he was laid into her, drawing in and out of her. He felt the build up and slowed his pace slightly, driving deeper. She mistook it for him backing off, and started wiggling against him on the down stroke. "No—keep—" The second time he drove into her, she realized what he was doing, and she shut her mouth and grunted approval. He started sawing into her sex. She came onto the balls of her feet as he drove into her. Her chanting started. "Oh yea, oh yeah..." He told himself he would wait, because he was a gentleman, but then he remembered she was a Navy nurse and this was Afghanistan, and any second someone could come through the door and... "Oh Jesus, I'm c-cumming..." she hissed. He dug deeper and curled a bicep around her little neck. It was an animal, instinctual maneuver, the Marine coiling around the smaller woman as he drove into her. She was exactly what the doctor ordered. Medicine for eleven months, twenty six days, and seventeen hours on the ground In Country. He felt it building. There was pleasure beginning below his balls, that warming tingling feeling was growing within him now. He knew he was trembling. He couldn't be sure what was happening to her. She was on her toes, and she was tight. That's all he knew. It sounded like she might be choking. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open, like she was frozen in a scream. He was so close. Exam Room #3 had gone silent. There was no noise between either of them. No one breathed. Little Lt. Veeh thrust against him once, twice, and then Sgt. Pole came all over her ass. She spoke first as she slumped against the door. "Holy shit..." He stepped back from her, his dick wet with fluids and surveyed her. She had bent over even further try to grab her clothes. Her forehead was against the door, scrubs and panties at her feet, small pearls laid along her ass crack. She looked spent, confused, while she fumbled for her pants. SSgt Lowe felt exhausted. But thankfully, at least one of his heads had finally stopped hurting. He grinned at her and seeing that out of the corner of her eye, she started to giggle. Just then the door opened and Lt. Veeh took a crack to the head that made even a Marine wince. Exam Room Release Man, I was nervous. How many twenty-two year old guys would be nervous about jerking off? But this was different, I had been prescribed a fertility test by a doctor, and now I was standing in the doctor's office in front of a very attractive mature nurse, trying to tell her in medical terms that I was there to go into one of the back rooms and rub one out, probably while thinking of her. I have always been attracted to older women, younger women too, but older women just have a certain beauty all their own, and I stared at this nurse's beautiful face, with the slightest laugh wrinkles around her big brown eyes, her tan skin showing under the thin nurse's scrubs that curved out with the bulges of her tits... I realized I was staring at them, and my eyes shot back up to hers. She had definitely caught me, but she had a crooked smile on her face that told me she wasn't too offended. "So, yeah, I'm here for... for, uh..." I had totally lost my train of thought. "For the fertility test. Right. Well we need a sperm sample..." She swiveled in the chair and grabbed a few forms and a plastic jar. "...and your name and date of birth. I'll take you to a room." I let her go first, not only because I didn't know where to go, but because I didn't want her to see the stiffy that was rising in my pants after the thoughts I'd had while staring at her body. I trailed behind her, watching her round butt push the panty-lines through her scrubs as her hips swayed back and forth. Jesus, it would be my ultimate fantasy to see under that outfit. In the room I sat on the examining table, and she took a chair, filling in my information. "Ok, so here's the sample cup, just... well... you know. Do you... um... do you need any magazines or something?" I stared. "You have magazines?" "I think so, we used to. I'll go look, you go ahead and get undressed-" "Undressed??" "Yes, sometimes we have to worry about clothing fibers getting in the sample, so we ask that you undress. I'll just crack the door open and slide the magazines to you." She left, and I was left with nothing to do but slip my shirt over my head and kick my shoes off. I was unbuttoning my pants when the door opened. "Oh! I'm sorry!" She didn't sound very apologetic, but I was still PG, so it wasn't like it was too embarrassing. The nurse closed the door behind her. "I'm really sorry, I think we got rid of the magazines! We don't have anything, is that... is that going to be hard for you?" I was already hard, my dick straining against the zipper, so I mumbled something like "It's alright, I can..." "You can think of something?" Her tone made me look up, and she had that same crooked smile on her lips. She moved forward, her delicious breasts coming closer and closer to my face. "I saw the way you were staring at me before," she said, her voice lower than before. "I could practically feel you eye-fucking me. I know we couldn't find any magazines for you, but... " This was not happening. This nurse was not saying these things. Her chest was not inches away from my face, her hands were not taking mine, standing me up... I was speechless, but she just giggled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, her white teeth standing out against her tan skin. "I could show you something real..." Her lips came up to my ear, her teeth gently grabbing my earlobe, shooting twinges down my spine, her whispered voice making my head go blank. "I've always wanted to do this..." Her hands moved skillfully down to my zipper, and in three seconds my pants were at my ankles. She was so close her leg brushed my erection, and I could feel a few drops already coming out of the end of it. She stepped back then, and lifted her shirt off. The way her tits jiggled when she threw her shirt onto the table was incredible, they were big, round, soft, slightly sagging, but not in a bad way, the darker nipples rising in the cold room. "Do you want more?" she asked, her hands brushing down her bulging breasts, her fingers absently playing with the nipples. I just gulped, and she knew what I meant. She turned around, slowly lowering her pants as she bent over. Oh my god, her ass was amazing. I love older women's asses, the round, voluptuous curves, the little crinkles under each cheek. She was wearing boyshorts, which just accentuated every curve, and made my cock stand up even straighter, pushing out against my boxers. "Mmmm, look at you..." She whispered. She reached into the cupboard and pulled out two plastic gloves, and after some searching, a medical looking bottle of lube. She pulled the gloves on, winking at me. "We still have to be clean... Look at you, you're so hard for me. Mm that's sexy, such a tight young body..." Her hands were running down my chest, closer and closer to my boxers. Then they were on the floor, and she was on her knees, her eyes level with my standing cock. "Oh, if I could take you in my mouth I would... I wish I could... But don't worry, I'll make you feel just as good..." Her husky voice was so sexy, every word was dripping with desire. I was so turned on, so hard, the muscles in my crotch pumping to make me as swollen and throbbing as I'd ever been. She stood up, popped the lube bottle open, and poured out a generous portion onto one hand. The other set the cup on the table behind me. "Turn around... I'm going to stroke you right into the cup." I was so in shock that she had to take me by the shoulders and turn me herself. She pressed her body into mine, her nipples tracing along my back, her hips pushing into mine. Her skin was hot against mine, its softness caressing against the muscles of my back. Her hands came around me and she slowly wrapped them around my cock, looking over my shoulder and whispering in my ear. "Ohhh, you're so hard. Oh my god, I can't believe how hard that is. Mmm, is that good? Ohhh, yeah, let me stroke you, let me make you cum..." she was holding my hard-on with both hands, the lube letting her twist and stroke with a sloppy, noisy sound that got faster and faster as she increased her momentum. Her hips were pushing into mine with every stroke, guiding me and grinding me into her hands like they were a pussy, and they felt so good, so wet, so soft that it could've been, for all I could tell. She tightened her grip until it almost hurt, the pain blending with the pleasure of the squeezing, twisting motions. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, come on, let me stroke you, let me make you feel good!" Her words were so hot, so sexy that all I could do was throw my head back and moan. "Not yet, baby, not yet, we need to let you build up a good cum!" She stopped stroking with both hands and instead pushed the fingers of one into the base of my shaft, massaging just slightly, trapping the blood in my cock so that it changed from a crimson red to a purple color. Her other hand slid to my tip, so wet and tight, and made short, twisting jerks on my already sensitive head. I gasped, and bucked my hips back in protest. She giggled, loving what she was doing to me, and pushed me right back into place with her hips, never stopping her hand from its rubbing, circular jacking. Every time her tight fingers slid over the ridge around the head of my cock a wave of pleasure exploded in my head and my groin tightened like it wanted to spew my sperm all the way across the room. I was in ecstasy and agony, grabbing the table and groaning, my fingers digging into the padding. Her hands finally stopped, and the one resumed its long, slow stroke while the other played with my balls, which were drawn tight up against me, ready to explode. "Do you like that, baby? Am I making you feel so, so good? Are you going to come for me? Can I make you come?" I groaned the closest thing I could to a yes, and she released me. I was about to protest, I couldn't stand the thought of her hands leaving my cock before I could release, but I shouldn't have worried, she just lubed them up and wrapped them right back around my shaft. "Hold the cup!" she ordered. Her slick, gloved hands slid up and down, up and down on my cock, her hips behind me shoving me into them with each thrust, her arms holding my torso in place as I felt my orgasm rising, my cock throbbing, swelling, and then that final moment of no return as she shouted, "Oh yes! yes! come for me baby! give me all of it, come on, come hard!!!" I gave one big bellow and thrust my cock through her soft, lubed hands up to the hilt, the cum streaming out of my hard, purple dick in thick bursts, half into the cup, half over her hands. I was shuddering, shaking, my knees could barely support my weight, and she was milking the last drops out of me with smooth, strong strokes that made me shiver and shake, each stroke bringing more drops of cum into the cup, and sending shocks from the tip of my cock to the roots of my hair. She made a sound of contentment, her arms still wrapped around me, her hands holding my still-raging hard-on. I came back to myself as she reached for a towel to clean me up, and screwed the cap onto the cup. She held it up, and I was amazed to see that I had managed to fill almost the the whole thing with my sticky white cum. I leaned against the table, breathing heavily, as she pulled her pants and shirt back on, and gathered up the papers. "That was so good, I love making a guy feel good like that. I need to take this in the back..." She scribbled her number on a pad of paper , "but take this, and if you ever need a release again...." She winked, and left, and I was left alone in the room, my head swimming, my knees shaking....