His name was Marc and he loved traveling. The 19 year old had visited most of Europe as a child and had been to Eastern Asia several times before. His love for traveling had thrown him this summer into a completely new adventure: Arusha, Tanzania. He knew going there that his trip wasn't going to be easy but he could have never guessed how memorable it was going to be. He was a medical volunteer at a rural clinic. The clinic consisted of 3 rooms painted gray. The roof was made out of red bricks that seemed about to collapse whenever the wind would blow by the place. The windows were not in a much better shape and it seemed like the whole place wasn't made to withstand any sort of worsening weather. The changing rooms were at the end of one of the hallways: one 2 by 2 meter room at one end on which the word "male" was written with chalk and another opposing room of similar dimensions and structure opposed to it. Each room had its own shower. More to come about these showers later on.
Today was a slow day. Marc was spending his time at the lab watching the lab technician there performing blood group typing, malaria smear testing and basic urinalysis. After 3 hours of work, he decided to take a break and to start working on his Swahili language with Arsena. Arsena was supposedly a nurse in that clinic. However, she was more of a jack of all trades than merely the nurse she would have been expected to be in better served hospitals. Her duties involved taking care of the patients from the moment they stepped into the clinic until they were discharged home. Any paperwork, testing, blood withdrawals, urine sample taking and even physical exam maneuvers she would perform by herself. She even performed gynecological exams and digital rectal exams on a more or less regular basis.
Now with the slow flow of patients, she could focus more on teaching Marc some Swahili so that he could have basic communications with patients. After having taught him for the last 2 weeks, Marc has come to realize that he was definitely not as good at languages as he was at Medicine. He always thought of himself as a smart kid and at school he was always told that he was exceptional by his teachers and peers alike. Even at Med School he always ranked among the top students in his class. But there, with Arsena it was different for he couldn't learn a single Swahili sentence to save his life. At first he thought it was the hot weather that was getting into his brain and then he thought maybe he was still jetlagged. But 2 weeks into his stay there he started realizing that it was something completely different.
It was Arsena! The way her ass swayed in her extremely tight scrubs as she went away from him, the way her gigantic boobs dangled through her shirt when she was leaning over the table to write down the meaning of a word for the hundredth time. No wonder he couldn't understand anything. How could he when all the blood that was supposed to flow to his brain was only serving his penis. Arsena kept on noticing her pupil's staring at her breasts instead of the intellectual exercise that was going on. At first she was annoyed by Marc's furtive glances but as days went by she felt flattered by them that she started to show him more and more of them every day. But until today her biggest form of flattery was yet to come!
As Arsena had been leaning down for about 15 minutes now trying as hard as she could to teach Mark how to conjugate verbs in Swahili and at the same time how big, round and voluptuous a pair of breasts can be, she found a huge bulge in her student's scrubs pants. She knew right away that her pupil was having the biggest erection -and to be honest it looked huge from her standing position- of his life. She had never been more flattered. Her modest upbringing however made her to step away instantly: "What is this!?" she said. "Doctor you are being extremely naughty these days I don't think we can continue like this."
"Oh what do you mean dear Arsena?!" Replied Marc while blushing and feeling that he was in big trouble this time.
