Jamison walked the halls of the sperm bank, headed for the front desk to collect his money. He still couldn't believe what had just happened. He thought his plan had no chance of working when he put on the fake sling and cast. Best case, he assumed he'd be asked to leave and not come back. Worst case, he'd be physically thrown out on his butt, but either way, he'd have a funny story to tell his friends in the future.
He passed a nurse in her late 50s, then another who looked well over 200 pounds. They both looked weathered and angry as they went about their workday. He realized he'd also struck the jackpot with his nurse. Jeanne was the hottest nurse he'd seen here. She was young, sexy, white, and as he learned in their examination room, she was also freaky and eager to please. She'd given him, in his opinion, the most erotic lap dance any man had ever had. She talked dirty, gave him a wildly erotic hand job, then let him finish in her mouth.
They'd done everything except have sex, and they came dangerously close to that, as she bounced on him, with just a thin layer of material between them. Not only that, he was getting paid $50 for having that experience, and they had a date for later, where he was certain they'd take care of that last little piece of business that the fabric of her thong and his sweats had prevented earlier.
He had so desperately wanted to move that fabric aside and go up inside her. Now, he'd have to wait until she finished work at 7:00 to take care of that. He wasn't sure how he'd make it through all those hours today.
As he thought of her bouncing her ass and thinly clad pussy against him, he felt his cock getting rock hard again. There was a men's room in the hallway up ahead, and he quickly ducked in to take care of business, despite just cumming hard in the examination room a few minutes earlier. He stroked his cock in the bathroom stall while thinking of her looking up at him, wide-eyed, his thick black cock in her mouth, as he came over and over again. After a few minutes, he began to spew into the toilet, thinking this was the first of several times he'd be doing this between now and 7:00.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the building, Jeanne was in a bathroom stall having the same thought. She was still angry and embarrassed that he'd tricked her into jerking him off, but the experience was so hot and wild, she wasn't sure how she'd concentrate on her work today. She'd been in a patient room getting someone ready to make his sperm bank deposit when she thought of Jamison's cock, erupting first in her hand, as she collected his sample, then in her mouth. She thought of that first orgasm of his, and how it filled the sample cup to overflowing almost immediately. Then she thought of him spurting over and over again into her throat and mouth. It was powerful, but nothing like that first burst. She tried to imagine what it would be like to catch that first spurt in her mouth and felt her thong getting damp. She quickly finished getting her patient ready and headed for the women's room where she began to wildly finger herself to orgasm. She leaned against the stall wall and panted as she tried to keep from crying out.
She returned to the stall a short time later, after she went back into the examination room Jamison had used. She thought she could still smell their sex in the air as she looked around the room. That was where she'd knelt in front of him. That was the chair where she'd straddled him. She rushed to the restroom and was orgasming almost as soon as she got her panties down. Meanwhile, home now, Jamison was stroking himself at another memory of the same examination room.
The two masturbated their way through the long day, and at last, it was 7:00. Jeanne clocked out, and Jamison was waiting for her in the lobby. They eyed each other with sly smiles. Their date was to go to dinner, but neither of them wanted to eat. They each wanted to get their clothes off and get him inside her as fast as possible. It had been occupying their thoughts all day, and waiting even 20 minutes to eat seemed like an eternity.
In the car, Jeanne said, "I'm still mad at you."
"I'm sorry," he said. "I honestly didn't think it was going to work. It was just supposed to be a joke."
"Yeah, well you lied to me."
"I mean," he said, "I *did* break my arm and dislocate my elbow. That's why I had the sling and cast. It just ... happened a year ago." He smiled sheepishly.
"Don't lie to me again," she said.
He nodded.
They drove to a residential section and pulled into an apartment parking lot. Jeanne looked at him curiously.
"First dates are always stressful," he explained. "You spend the whole night wondering, 'Is she going to kiss me goodnight?' 'Is she going to invite me in?' So, I decided maybe we should get the end of the night out of the way first. Then we'll know, and we can enjoy our dinner."
Jeanne felt her heart leap as he said this. The last thing she wanted to do was sit through dinner. She leaned over and took his face in her hands, giving him a deep kiss, probing his mouth wither her tongue.
"There's your goodnight kiss," she said. "I had a great time."
She then leaned over and kissed him again, just as deeply.
"This is my place," he said, a little out of breath. "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"
"I'd love to."
They entered his apartment and were instantly on each other. He stripped off her scrubs top and bra, as well as her bottoms, leaving her in the same thong she wore in the examination room. She pulled off his shirt and pulled down his pants and boxers as they made out.
She clutched his cock in her hand, feeling the heat and impossible size of it. She began to stroke him and talked dirty in his ear.
