I work in the emergency room in a small hospital. I have always been a very horny girl. My friends always tease me because there are few things in life I enjoy more than fucking.
There's this guy that works in the ER as a tech. He's a medic. He's soooo hot. He has a sexy smile, great ass, and one hell of a flirt. He's the kind of guy that makes you want to wear the extra perfume....wear the sexy bra....wear the scrubs with the snaps down the front just in case that once in a lifetime opportunity presents itself.
I go to work every day hoping the situation will play itself out exactly like that. I'm 5'8" tall, brunette, 36B tits. The boys have always liked when I wear my hair in pony tails. They call them my handle bars, which is exactly why I wear my hair that way. I LOVE having my hair pulled. There's nothing more of a turn on than that primal instinct of being dominated like that- having someone else having that kind of passionate control over you. It makes me wet just thinking about it.
So in my mind the scenario plays out like this.... I go to work like any other day. I work with John, the hot medic. We spend the day flirting shamelessly and getting each other all hot and bothered. We make dirty little comments to one another all day long. When will the teasing end, I wonder? That's when things finally take the turn I've been waiting for. I go into the utility room to get supplies for a patient. I didn't notice that John was right behind me. The door closes behind us. He leans in close and startles me by pressing me into the wall. "So are you just a big tease?" he asks. "Or is this actually going to go anywhere?"
I laugh nervously and tell him, "I'm no tease." We lock eye contact. He pushes his body up against mine and leans in as if he is going to kiss me. I start to close my eyes in anticipation of the kiss to come and nothing happens. I open my eyes to see him smiling devilishly at me.
"Waiting for something," he says? I sigh in frustration and embarrassment starting to explain myself when he pushes his soft lips against mine and my head into the wall. I can't escape the kiss, nor do I want to. For a moment I melt into his mouth, welcoming his tongue as it explores my mouth. My breathing quickens. I can feel my heart racing. I notice his hand starting to find its way up my abdomen toward my breasts. And then a brief moment of sanity hits. This is wrong.
"Not here," I say. He tries to kiss me again. I press my hands against his chest to stop the kiss. He sighs.
"What's wrong," he says. "We both want this." I agree, but point out that anyone could walk through the door at any time and we could lose our jobs. He realizes I have a point, but I then realize the bulge in his scrubs. There's another point to be considered here. I sneak in a quick kiss.
"Downstairs," I say.
"When," he says?
"5 minutes," I reply breathlessly. I can feel the wetness between my legs and that all too familiar pulsing of my aching pussy knowing that it's soooooo close. He gives me a flirty wink.
"5 minutes," he says. "Where downstairs?" he whines impatiently.
"The storage room. Call maintenance and tell them you need to be let into one of the storage rooms to get decorations for the ER. I'll meet you down there in 5 minutes. I'll make it soooo worth your while," I say as I grab his big cock through his scrubs and plant a passionate kiss on his lips.
He eagerly leaves the room to page maintenance.
I head to my locker to spray a bit of cologne on and check my makeup. It's got to be perfect.
Who knew 5 minutes could feel like such an eternity?!
I tell the others I'm going to the cafeteria and I head for the basement. I head to the storage room and open the door. It's dark in the room and for a moment I think John may have chickened out. Just as I reached for the light switch, a hand grabs my arm and pulls me close. I started to scream and a hand covers my mouth, and I hear a reassuring,
