flirting with me, Mr. Strauss?” This really can’t be happening!
“Would it offend you if I were?” Mr. Super-Sexy is flirting with me!
Suddenly my pager buzzed. Unclipping it from my scrubs, I responded, “It’s the clinic. I better get going.” We both stood and he grabbed my elbow from behind, stopping me in my tracks. Electricity sang through my veins at his touch.
“Let me walk with you,” he growled sexily into my ear.
****
Back at the clinic, work was in full swing.
“Can you order labs for this patient please?” Dr. Jeffery Petersen asked as he handed me a patient’s chart.
“Sure thing,” I responded, taking the chart from him as he walked away. We had been dating on-and-off for a few months, but I didn’t think it was serious. Jeffrey never spoke in “long term” language. He was also a heavy flirt. I felt my phone buzz in the pocket of my scrubs. I looked around ensuring my ultra control-freak boss wasn’t watching. The screen read: “Text message – Dr. Jefferson Petersen.” I slid my finger across the screen to open it.
“What are you doing tonight?” it read.
“I have to stay late to help Mr. Strauss,” I replied, hoping he wouldn't question me further.
“Help him with what?” was his reply.
“Nursing contracts,” I responded.
“I really don’t like the way he looks at you.”
“There ain’t no ring on it!” I laughed, while hitting send for the final time.
I found myself frequently blushing whenever Mr. Strauss came to the nurse’s station or called on me for some reason. Fantasies ran rapidly through my mind as I tried to concentrate on my work. Images of the gorgeous man pounding my flesh from behind engrossed my mind and heated my skin at the thought of his mouth on my mine. What would he feel like deep inside of me? Was he a good kisser? I knew I would never be able to answer these questions, but, oh! The thought…yummy!
I finished up the last patient of the day and locked the door to the office. I called a local Chinese restaurant and placed our dinner order. “Be ready in 45 minutes,” the voice spoke with a heavy accent on the other end. I hung up the phone and suddenly felt him behind me.
“Ms. Saul, I would love to get you out of these scrubs,” his voice was deep, dripping with sex. “The way you blush around me is very flattering.” He smoothed his hand over my waist and down my thigh. I liquefied at his touch. What the hell was happening? “You are a very sexy young woman, Ms. Saul.” He slid his hand down in my scrubs and kissed the back of my neck. He nipped at my ear and tugged at my panties. I melted under his touch as I felt the stiff erection at my behind. “Sir I...,” I moaned as I leaned into him offering myself. My head buzzed as passion gripped at my brain, squeezing it into the gray state of haze. His confidence was a potent aphrodisiac as he reached around to my front and slid two fingers beyond my lust-soaked panties and into my hot moist folds.
“You’re so damn wet, baby. I feel how badly you want me.” His fingers slid back out and over the small bundle of nerves that begged for his touch. He rubbed me back and forth as my body pleaded for sweet release. “That’s it baby. Good girl. You wanna come for me?” Before his silky words were out, I toppled over the edge. I moaned loudly, as he held me close. He whispered in my ear, “That was fucking amazing. You are very responsive, Ms. Saul.”
Holy shit! This has to be a dream! Someone please pinch me. My head, full of lustful clouds, began to clear as I realized I wasn't dreaming. I stood up straight and tried to regain my composure. As lust turned to shame, I tried to flee. He grabbed my hand and turned me toward him.
“Not so fast beautiful. I think it's my turn.”
Two
He led me to an office at the back of the clinic then backed me into the wall, kissing me hard. He pulled at the strings holding up my scrubs and they fell, leaving me vulnerable to his
“Would it offend you if I were?” Mr. Super-Sexy is flirting with me!
Suddenly my pager buzzed. Unclipping it from my scrubs, I responded, “It’s the clinic. I better get going.” We both stood and he grabbed my elbow from behind, stopping me in my tracks. Electricity sang through my veins at his touch.
“Let me walk with you,” he growled sexily into my ear.
****
Back at the clinic, work was in full swing.
“Can you order labs for this patient please?” Dr. Jeffery Petersen asked as he handed me a patient’s chart.
“Sure thing,” I responded, taking the chart from him as he walked away. We had been dating on-and-off for a few months, but I didn’t think it was serious. Jeffrey never spoke in “long term” language. He was also a heavy flirt. I felt my phone buzz in the pocket of my scrubs. I looked around ensuring my ultra control-freak boss wasn’t watching. The screen read: “Text message – Dr. Jefferson Petersen.” I slid my finger across the screen to open it.
“What are you doing tonight?” it read.
“I have to stay late to help Mr. Strauss,” I replied, hoping he wouldn't question me further.
“Help him with what?” was his reply.
“Nursing contracts,” I responded.
“I really don’t like the way he looks at you.”
“There ain’t no ring on it!” I laughed, while hitting send for the final time.
I found myself frequently blushing whenever Mr. Strauss came to the nurse’s station or called on me for some reason. Fantasies ran rapidly through my mind as I tried to concentrate on my work. Images of the gorgeous man pounding my flesh from behind engrossed my mind and heated my skin at the thought of his mouth on my mine. What would he feel like deep inside of me? Was he a good kisser? I knew I would never be able to answer these questions, but, oh! The thought…yummy!
I finished up the last patient of the day and locked the door to the office. I called a local Chinese restaurant and placed our dinner order. “Be ready in 45 minutes,” the voice spoke with a heavy accent on the other end. I hung up the phone and suddenly felt him behind me.
“Ms. Saul, I would love to get you out of these scrubs,” his voice was deep, dripping with sex. “The way you blush around me is very flattering.” He smoothed his hand over my waist and down my thigh. I liquefied at his touch. What the hell was happening? “You are a very sexy young woman, Ms. Saul.” He slid his hand down in my scrubs and kissed the back of my neck. He nipped at my ear and tugged at my panties. I melted under his touch as I felt the stiff erection at my behind. “Sir I...,” I moaned as I leaned into him offering myself. My head buzzed as passion gripped at my brain, squeezing it into the gray state of haze. His confidence was a potent aphrodisiac as he reached around to my front and slid two fingers beyond my lust-soaked panties and into my hot moist folds.
“You’re so damn wet, baby. I feel how badly you want me.” His fingers slid back out and over the small bundle of nerves that begged for his touch. He rubbed me back and forth as my body pleaded for sweet release. “That’s it baby. Good girl. You wanna come for me?” Before his silky words were out, I toppled over the edge. I moaned loudly, as he held me close. He whispered in my ear, “That was fucking amazing. You are very responsive, Ms. Saul.”
Holy shit! This has to be a dream! Someone please pinch me. My head, full of lustful clouds, began to clear as I realized I wasn't dreaming. I stood up straight and tried to regain my composure. As lust turned to shame, I tried to flee. He grabbed my hand and turned me toward him.
“Not so fast beautiful. I think it's my turn.”
Two
He led me to an office at the back of the clinic then backed me into the wall, kissing me hard. He pulled at the strings holding up my scrubs and they fell, leaving me vulnerable to his
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