Doctor Reynauld sits in his office behind a towering pile of paperwork. He should be heading home for the evening, however he spent his day treating patients and has several important reports to finalize. There was no one waiting for him at home anyway. It would be another night of eating take out and watching soccer until he stumbled to bed.
He wasn't an unhappy man. He enjoyed his job, some would say too much, and he liked most of his patients. They all needed his help and deserved his full attention. It was the paperwork he hated. He was not an office worker. He didn't enjoy sitting at his desk and typing reports.
As he was reviewing a file he noticed some inconsistencies in the lab work. He had been into see Mrs. Stewart earlier that day. She was a pleasant older woman who liked to read and continued to drive herself to the library every week. Unfortunately, he did not think she should still be driving and had been in more than one fender bender. She had never been seriously injured though and she was very kind to the nurses and assistants who tended to her when she came in. This stay may be slightly longer than usual as she had broken a rib and had no one to help her at home while she recovered.
There was nothing particularly unusual about breaking a bone. However, Mrs. Stewart had also complained to him of a few intermittent dizzy spells of no particular origin. Before she was discharged, he intended to make sure there was nothing more serious going on with her.
He intercommed his secretary asking her to hold any calls and to please join him in his office.
His secretary was a tall woman with bright red hair that shined and bounced as she walked. He had been enamored with her hair as long as he had known her. He wanted to wrap it around his hand as he fucked her over his desk. Damnit. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about all the women in the hospital. But he did. And she was a sweet thing. She would look so good with her thick thighs wrapped around him.
"Fuck." He muttered under his breath. He pushed his hand against his cock trying to settle it down before she came in his office with her bouncing breasts and bright pink, gloss covered lips.
Dr. Reynauld decides he better sit down behind his desk so she doesn't see his erection poking through his scrubs pants. But his jaw clenches the moment she walks through the door. She has a tight little skirt down to her knees and clinging to those thighs. He could easily sink his fingers into those thighs.
"Ms. Edgington, I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on and do not want to be disturbed for the rest of the day. Put all calls into my voicemail." She nodded her head and turned to leave. He almost let her walk out. Her ass looked so good. But he cleared his throat instead.
"Ms. Edgington?" She paused in her kitten heels and looked at him again like the world revolved around him.
"Yes, doctor?" Her voice sounded breathy. But maybe his imagination was running rampant. His cock throbbed beneath his desk.
"Would you come look at this report for Mrs. Stewart? There is something abnormal Id like your thoughts on."
