"Now," I responded?
"Sure," he said, as he motioned toward the door.
"Okay," I said as I reached for a couple of Styrofoam cups from the coffee bar. I was afraid it would be an issue if we walked around the hospital with stemmed wine glasses.
With my fob, I walked him through almost the entire hospital. As we reached the fifth floor of the southwest wing, my heart raced as I knew this floor of the entire wing was vacant -- we could take any room we wanted, and no one would ever know.
I used my fob to open the door to the floor and said, "This wing is currently just being used for overflow. All the rooms are ready for patients. If we had any, that is -- any overflow, I mean." I was still so nervous; I couldn't put two intelligent sentences together. Luckily for me, I'm pretty sure he thought it was cute as he kept smiling and never corrected me.
I allowed the hallway door to close behind us and listened for the electronic latch to close. I then lead Phillip past two or three empty rooms before motioning for him to enter one. I followed him in and pushed the room door closed behind us. Then walking over to the window, I said, "See, the view isn't so bad from here."
The only reason it was any better than the room across the hall was that it wasn't facing a parking garage, but other than that, it was still pretty boring. The point in having him look out the window was to have him cornered between the bed and the wall, allowing me to stand close enough to touch him. As he stood next to me, gazing out the characterless window, I set my Styrofoam cup down on the windowsill and took his hand. He did nothing to resist.
After a few seconds, I made my move. Standing on tiptoes, I brought my lips to Phillip's and kissed him. He didn't immediately kiss me back, but again he didn't resist either. I stepped back to see what his reaction was. He had a massive smile on his face, and his eyes were fixated on mine. Slowly he placed his impromptu wine glass on the windowsill next to mine, took one step toward me, and wrapping me up in his arms, kissed me as I had never been kissed before.
My heart was racing, my stomach was in knots, and my groin was tingling as if there was a vibrator in my panties. I reached for Phillip's crotch, and yes, he was hard -- oh my God was he hard. I was so incredibly turned on -- I wanted to see it, I wanted to touch it, I wanted to taste it -- oh my God, I wanted to suck this man's dick. That was all I could think about -- and I couldn't stop thinking about it until I did it!
I broke his kiss and slowly sank to my knees, dragging my hands down his chest to his belt line. The floor was hard and cold on my knees, but I didn't care. I nervously unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Then gripping the waistband of his dress slacks, I yanked them to his knees along with his boxers.
There it was -- the most amazing, the most beautiful penis I had ever seen in my life. Oh, I'd seen hundreds, maybe thousands of penises in my professional life, but other than John's, I'd never seen one fully erect and ready for action. It was so perfect, long, straight, and with the hardness, shine, and color of polished mahogany -- not all pinky pale like John's.
He was probably twice the size of John, and he instinctively flinched as I wrapped both of my cool hands around it. Using both hands, I slowly stroked it several times, and to my amazement, it only got harder. I could not believe what I was about to do, but I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and ever so lightly licked it.
I then licked it again and again, with each sensual trip my tongue took from his ball sack to the glandular head, being longer and slower than the one before. After maybe the third or fourth trip, I circled the head several times with my tongue and then pulled back to take in one more glorious look.
A glistening drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip, and I realized that must have been for me. I ceremoniously licked it off and looked up at Phillip's face for his approval. Our eyes met in a lustful embrace -- mine seeking his consent to proceed and his urging me on. I pursed my lips together, placed them lightly on the tip, and slowly sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could take. I then began slowly and deliciously drawing my head back and then sucking him back in; repeatedly over and over.
I had no idea if I was doing it correctly or not, but based on his moans and groans, I must have been doing something right. He was way too big for me to suck his entire member into my mouth, so I gently maintained my grip with one hand around his shaft and softly stroked the lower half as I engulfed as much of the top half as I could get my lips around. After three or four minutes, I cupped his balls in my free hand and gently began massaging them, especially the area just below the end of his penis. He must have really liked that, for it was only a dozen or so more nods of my head when he signaled his orgasm was near.
I think it was a gentlemanly warning in case I wanted to take precautions. In my twenty years of nursing, I had dealt with almost every form of bodily fluids; blood, sweat, urine, vomit, and feces -- but never semen -- at least not as I was about to experience it. However, I was fully committed at this point, and I was willing to take whatever consequences came my way. I had already been breathing through my nose, and I was just hoping I wouldn't choke or gag when he unloaded. I was actually wearing a blue dress, and I didn't want to repeat any of Monica Lewinski's errors. And besides, if we accidentally left any telltale evidence of our encounter in the room, it could have been my job.
When the time came, I was prepared to swallow it all and swallow it, I did. Phillip came in gushing waves of fluid, but at the actual moment of arrival, my head was buried deep into his crotch, and his dick was well down my throat. All I had to do was to swallow hard and remember to breathe through my nose.
I couldn't really taste him at first, as his dick head must have been well past my tongue. But the sensation was incredible. I could feel the hot liquid rushing down the back of my throat, and it felt like warm honey as it bathed my tonsils and headed down my gullet. The thought that came to mind was this must be ambrosia, food of the gods -- or in my case, food of the goddess.
And though I don't remember tasting or smelling his semen, I could certainly smell the aromatic bloom from his groin. I normally don't like the smell of the human crotch, not even mine, as I just think it smells unhygienic, but in this case, it was the most fragrant bouquet to ever fill my nostrils. I was more sexually aroused than I had ever been in my life. My palms were sweating, my stomach was in knots, and though I wasn't positive, I was pretty sure I had just soaked my panties.
I continued sucking and swallowing until he finally pulled himself from my mouth. He was breathing like a racehorse, and with his pants down around his ankles, he was having a hard time standing. "Oh my God, Velma -- oh my God; that was incredible," he gasped.
He helped me to my feet, and as he pulled up his pants, he said, "Velma, I owe you. I owe you big time." And with that, he patted the hospital bed next to us.
Looking at the bed, with its perfect hospital corners, my medical career flashed before my eyes; I slowly shook my head no.
"My hotel room," he then offered.
I hesitated for a second, but soon I was nodding yes.
"Thirty minutes," he added.
With a sheepish smile on my face, I eagerly nodded yes again.
"Great," he said, "I'm staying at the Holiday Inn -- room 209; I'll meet you there in thirty minutes, okay?"
"Yes," I repeated. "I'll meet you there in thirty minutes -- room 209."
With that, he kissed my semen-soaked lips, and after pulling up his pants and straightening his tie, dashed for the door. I waited until I heard the hallway door open and close, and then I checked the room for any tale tail signs of our lascivious behavior.
As soon as I was sure he had gone down the elevator, I hurried to the nurse's lounge. I quickly undressed and jumped into the shower. I'd worked all day, and I had no idea if I was appropriately clean for the activity I was about to partake in. I quickly scrubbed the usual suspects -- pits, tits, coochie, and of course derrière. The rest just got a quick rinse.
After drying off, I realized I didn't have any clean underwear. The bra was just going to have to work, but my panties actually were wet, so I decided to go without. If I was on a clandestine mission, I might as well go commando. I threw the blue dress back on as that was all I had and headed for the nurses' station.
