Author's note: This is the third chapter of Melissa's sexual exploration, each of the stories can stand-alone, but to know Melissa is to follow her entire story. Melissa is a real doctor in the mid-west, and these are her stories and desires. The first two chapters were, "Just what the Doctor Needed," and "Confessing to my Husband."
Nancy approached me the next day, eager to see how I was, and I think she was more than a little curious to see what my latest adventure might have been. I told her about the toys and the masturbating in the car, in my office, on my breaks, and I recognized the desire for satisfying her own passions in her blue eyes. She was still shocked but non-judgmental when I told her about my son. She knew Jason and she listened almost spellbound as I told her about what we had done.
I had worried about her reaction and had been initially hesitant, but she insisted I tell her everything. Once I began describing what happened, the words just flowed from me. The look on her face, the squirming in her chair, and her flushed appearance showed me that I shouldn't have worried.
When I finished, I recognized the signs of arousal and hunger. Before she could really respond, her name was paged to go to admitting and she started to leave. Before leaving not only did she squeeze my hand, but she leaned across the table gave me a quick kiss on the lips. The kiss had only lasted a few seconds, but it managed to communicate heat, desire, passion, and potential all at the same time; it took my breath away.
We had been sitting alone in the doctor's lounge. After she had gone, I had sat for several minutes savoring the feel of her soft lips and wondering why up until just recently I had never been really attracted to her. Increasingly over the past several months, I had thought about Rachel and Kate sexually, but not Nancy. I was making up for it now.
The next several days passed uneventfully as I was so busy at work. I was working extra shifts because Nancy was away on holiday with her family. I am sure she must have told me she was going away but in the craziness of the daily grind and my self-indulgences, I had somehow missed when she was going away. She texted me daily constantly wanting to see if I had any new adventures. Other than texting about my almost constant masturbating like a crazy person, I had nothing much to report. She always wanted as many details as possible and whether I orgasmed or not. Rachel also asked me many of the same questions with the same response.
Finally, towards the end of the week, I had something different to tell them both about. I think it was Thursday when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I had been expecting the call. He warned me first thing in the morning with a text that he would be visiting the hospital today.
"When's your break?"
I was with a patient, so I had to wait for a moment to reply. I waited until Kate was helping the patient complete some paperwork before I responded.
"As soon as I am done with this patient," as much as I had expected the text, I could feel my excitement beginning to rise and my heartbeat increasing in anticipation.
"Okay, text me when you're done, I'll meet you in the same spot, okay?"
"Ok," I replied. I had to force myself to relax, my temperature and moisture levels were both rising. My patient handed me the completed paperwork and after a few more questions, I handed them a routine prescription as they left. I knew I had about twenty minutes... it would be enough if I hurried. I told Kate I was going on break and texted him as I walked towards the administration offices.
"On my way."
One corridor then a second, at finally at the corner of the third, I looked in both directions in anxiously. The corridor was empty in both directions, and I was out of sight of the security camera. We had chosen this spot originally because of we needed something immediate, totally by accident, but we had chosen well and had met here several times since.
I tried the door, and the knob turned easily in my hand. I opened it, smiled, slipped into the darkness, and closed it. It was a large storage room. Enveloped by the darkness, I could sense him, but no words were exchanged. I held my breath for a moment listening carefully. I heard no sounds of footsteps, just his breathing and mine. Then I felt hands on my body.
Nothing needed to be said, I felt the hot breath, detected the faint scent of his cologne, and felt a tongue on my lips, in my mouth, and then it seemed to be halfway down my throat and my scrubs were around my ankles.
Although we had done this before, his speed and ability with his hands always took my breath away.
Within moments I was completely naked, my clothes in a heap, he was still dressed, except his fly was open and his cock was in my hand. His fingers were working my pussy and I could feel the wetness dripping from me. I melted into his embrace.
He was one of the countless vendor reps that called on the hospital administrator every week. He also met with the doctors to distribute samples and update us on what his company was working on. Older, good looking, in very good shape, and with a voice that poise that could make my knees weak, I was especially susceptible to men like him these days.
Before I even had time to start undressing him suddenly his cock was inside me and he pushed all the way in hard with one thrust.
No foreplay, no gradual penetration, he knew what I liked... most of the time. Fortunately for him, I was in the mood for "trashy whore" sex, and he was only too happy to deliver. After so many years of no sex or just "vanilla" missionary sex, something had snapped in me. I wasn't broken, I was literally trying everything, and I knew I was becoming addicted to it and did not want to stop, especially now that Scott had agreed as well.
For the next few minutes, he pounded me with all the finesse of an eighteen-year-old getting lucky for the first time. I was pinned hard against the wall of the storage room, his thrusting like some kind of human jackhammer. The force, my submissiveness, and the sluttiness of all of it combined made me feel so incredibly naughty and erotic. Rachel told me I was starting to make her stories seem tame in comparison to what I was actually living.
Although I had known him just as a familiar face for years, it was only at a recent medical conference that we had actually spoken more than just a few words at a dinner during the presentations. He was handsome in a George Clooney way, funny, and as I would later find out, the master of the subtle, "office quicky."
Several weeks ago, I bumped into him outside this very storage room. He was early for an appointment; I was on a break. We smiled, he was brash and bold, the next thing I knew I was naked and being fucked in this room. He was definitely "old school," very direct, and maybe he just knew how to get what he wanted. I suspect he made a habit of recognizing the desperate desires within me, maybe he knew that many women my age weren't getting the sex they needed at home, whatever it was, we fucked in this closet every time he called on the hospital.
"MMMmmm," were the only sounds I made as I quietly moaned as his large cock stretched me and pushed deep inside me. That and a continuous series of soft whimpers.
His rough fingers pulled and pinched my boobs and his tongue continued to explore my mouth. My boobs had always been incredibly sensitive, and he knew it. His fingers worked magic with my nipples and areola. He said he had never met a woman could cum just from having her nipples teased until he met me. Maybe he does know a little bit about what a woman likes after all, I thought to myself.
I have always been that way and although I really enjoyed having my pussy eaten, I knew he would never do that... "Old School, like my husband, had been, at least until recently," I managed to smile to myself as my knees wobbled with the approach of a delicious orgasm.
I was happy enough though with him playing with my nipples, "God, that feels awesome, I moaned again," I heard him make some kind of sound, but it didn't sound like words, so I just let my eyes roll back in my head, enjoyed the feel of those amazing fingers on my boobs, and a cock that stretched my insides to their limits.
I was just on the very edge of cumming when I felt him shutter. "Fuck," I thought to myself as my hopes of an orgasm evaporated, like Scott usually was, he only fucked me until he came. My disappointment was tempered by the feeling of his hot sticky cum shooting deep inside me.
He held me for a minute, his arms wrapped around me, my head against his chest, a small moment of sharing. I could feel the tremors echoing through his body. He withdrew, leaving a flood of warm cum running down my leg from my very stretched and enflamed pussy.
I sensed he was smiling, he held me for several more moments, slowly kissing me. Then he pulled away and I could hear the zipper being done up on his dress pants.
He slapped my ass and said, "Melissa, you always make me feel great."
I heard him move towards the door, whisper, "Shhh." I knew he was listening, then he paused, I heard the doorknob turn, and then he slipped out quietly. I listened to the sound of his shoes echoing in the empty corridor. Naked and dripping I collapsed onto a chair that had been left in the closet.
"Fuck, I was sooooo close," I said to the uncaring hospital supplies stacked neatly as always in the supply closet. I reached and turned on the light, knowing exactly where the switch was. I slowly got dressed, his cum leaving wet marks on the dark fabric of my scrubs as I pulled them up.
I slowly cupped my breasts before I put my top back on. For a second, I thought of trying to finish myself off before returning, but I knew I had already been gone longer than I was supposed to. We had been lucky so far, no one had seen us or missed us each time, and luckily the supply room was just out of range of the security camera.
I pulled my top over my head and adjusted my hair. Checking myself in the small mirror I had hidden under some long-undisturbed supplies, I straightened my clothes and fluffed my hair and smiled at myself. I loved that "just fucked" feeling as residual electricity seemed to sparkle throughout my body while his cum continued to run down the inside of my legs.
Fully dressed again, I listened and then slipped out of the closet myself.
Walking back to my office I thought to myself, I didn't know when I would see him again... but I knew when I did, we would be back here again and for now, that worked for me.
