Blips On My Life S Sexual Radar Ch 09

Blips on My Life's Sexual Radar - Ch. 9

One last blip, for her.

A/N - Thank you for joining me on this journey of love, lust, romance, and hopefully amazing sex. This series is about Sapphic love.

The true love and romance has never been stronger between our protagonists, Elizabeth and Tracie. I believe that true love can be mixed with a tad bit of lust and desire with others outside of your relationship when mutually agreed upon.

True love always wins! I hope you enjoy this concluding chapter.

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"These two little ones have something to attend to. My pussy is in need of a good licking."

I rolled her to her side and off of me and made my way from the bed. Tracie knelt up spreading her legs, kneeling over top of Emily's mouth. I smiled wide knowing my

wife

was going to enjoy her younger play toy.

"You only get one, come Elana." I spoke looking over my shoulder and walked into the shower.

***End of chapter 8***

Two Years Later

The warmth of the Aruba sun was now a distant memory. Tracie and I had been back for two weeks following our anniversary vacation. She wanted a cruise, I was open to that but the cruise line, the ship, and the destination, coupled with our vacation schedule just didn't work out. I promised her a cruise next year or sooner.

I teased that I would even stay in the gym an extra hour each day getting in shape. If she wanted to make it one of those all natural, or a nude cruises I was fine with that. However, I would need to firm up a few areas, mostly my tummy which had gotten a tiny bit, well you understand, it isn't as firm as it once was.

We lay in bed that Sunday morning as I whispered in her ear that I would dress her and parade her around for all to see my wife, my lover, and my pet. She shivered in my arms pressing her naked ass against my warm body.

"You are wicked Miss and I love it?" She gripped my hand and pulled it, cupping her breast. "Yes please Miss, for you, the world."

Days later, the colder weather of November announced that the dreaded season of winter was upon us. I stepped outside of the warmth of the hospital, heading home. The morning chill was evident as frost covered my windshield. I started my car warming it and had to use my ATM card as a scraper quickly removing the thin coating of frost from my windshield.

God knows where I put the ice scraper.

I sat for a few seconds in the car. It was just after six when I called Tracie I wanted her to know that I was on my way and to see what she wanted to do today. After all, it was supposed to be a decent but chilly Saturday. I caught a little rest last night; surprisingly it wasn't busy at all.

As she answered the phone I heard her crying. "Tracie? Love? What is it?" I begged to know.

"Miss, Emily has decided to leave." She started crying even more.

"I will be right home." My windshield was clean enough, so I headed home to see what was wrong with my wife.

I pulled into the driveway and then into my space in the two car garage. I didn't see Emily's car that was a bad sign. I closed the garage door and made my way into the mud room kicking off my sneakers. I opened the door into the kitchen only to see Tracie standing there. I set my tote bag on the counter and let her wrap her arms around me. She just cried, her tears soaking my three-quarter zip hoodie.

I wrapped her in my arms and bent forward kissing the top of her head. "Hey, it's okay."

She just cried and mumbled. "Elizabeth, she is leaving just like Elana did a year ago. She is moving so far away."

We stood there each wrapped in the other's arms. It was my turn to support her. This time last year when Elana decided to move south and to the warmth of the beach life in Merritt Island, Florida I was sad, I did cry but I supported Elena's decision. It is what lover's do, right?

I kissed the top of her head. "Come on, let's snuggle on the couch. I have you Tracie." I paused, "your Miss has you."

For the next hour, we lay cuddled on the couch just being together. She raised her head up off of my chest and looked me in the eyes.

"I am really going to miss her. She was young, fun, and god," she smiled, "she was so great in bed." She said in between her sniffles.

"I kissed her lightly, "And you loved her. Didn't you?" She blushed and nodded.

"Some, yes, she was my comfort when I was missing you. But when you came home she knew to step back and become the number two in my life." She lowered her head and cried a bit harder.

We sat there, her head on my chest. I did my job, I held my wife. My mind was stirring. There are times she did deserve a play girl when I wasn't here. I needed something for her. We had celebrated her fortieth birthday a few weeks ago and it was a great trip, I needed to find something, well someone special for her when I wasn't here.

How would I pull this off surprising her? I really didn't need to surprise her, if I brought a woman home, at my directive, she would do as I said.

That afternoon we went to lunch and strolled around the North End, walking hand in hand. I would watch her eyes and her face for reactions as younger women would walk past. She seemed really out of it, there wasn't even a smile when the prettiest woman would pass us.

As we got in the car to drive home, I kissed her cheek. "I have an idea but it will take some time to come to fruition." She just nodded and half smiled.

Monday morning at 7:00 Tracie left for work; I was scheduled off but had a few things to do. I went for a jog then showered. Yes, I went for a jog, remember the whole firm, the tummy thing? My ass was getting a bit soft as well.

I made a shopping list for what we needed for the week. I left the house but before pulling out of the driveway, I sent a text.

'Might you have a moment or two for an old lover and friend?'

I smiled wide when I saw the reply.

'For my favorite? Of course. Come, come see me!'

I drove to Simmons and found a parking spot in the visitor area. I flipped down the visor and checked myself in the mirror. I was excited, my stomach suddenly churning. I took a deep breath, flipped the visor up, grabbed my purse and made my way out of the car and across the parking lot.

My goodness the campus hadn't changed in the last eleven years, it looked the same. I pulled open the doors and at the end of the short hallway, I turned right. There it was her office. Her name is still on the door, Denise Bentley. Ph.D. God my clit throbbed recalling the times as a young woman I would walk through the door to see my mentor, lover and friend.

I saw a shadow come across the frosted window of the door. I stepped back as it opened. A beautiful younger woman stepped out with a purse slung over one shoulder, a backpack over the other. Her aroma caught my senses, the perfume light, ohh my memories flooded back.

I stepped in the office and paused at the receptionist desk. "Good morning." I smiled. "Dr. Elizabeth Murphy to see Dr. Bentley please, I do not have a scheduled meeting." I smiled.

The thin, brunette, young woman stood explaining she would be right with me. I noticed her blouse, a pale blue, matching her dark blue skirt. Two buttons opened a lace bra underneath firmly keeping her breasts in place. She looked yummy. Her heels, three inches, her skirt, just at the knee, her sheer stockings, glistening, she was beautiful. I wondered if she was wearing panties, a G-string perhaps, depending on Dr. Bentley's mood, there would be none.

I heard the click clack of two sets of heels, they were alternating, the anticipation of seeing her again was exhilarating! She turned the corner with a smile as wide as her aging cheeks would allow.

"Dr. Bentley ma'am, I am so thrilled to see you. I must apologize."

"Nonsense!" She hushed me and opened her arms allowing a professional hug.

"Alice." She addressed the young woman, "I would like to introduce you to Dr. Murphy. She was the MHA student who I have referred to in the part; she is now an amazing physician at Mass General."

I blushed. She continued, "The pride of our program here at Simmons."

"Dr. Bentley, please you embarrass me." I winked. "May we chat in private please? I seek your wisdom."

"Elizabeth, this is Alice Coleman. She is my assistant, and my, well know you were mine once." She smiled. I knew exactly what she meant. "Alice, we will be a few moments in private. Please knock when my next appointment arrives."

She turned and had me follow her to her office. I closed the door behind me and approached her. "May I miss?"

She smiled wide and nodded. I stepped closer to her and took her hands in mind and kissed her lips, softly. "Oh Miss! You still leave me breathless."

I leaned forward kissing her again. This time her hands squeezed mine. Her tongue softly touched my lips. She took command and kissed me with more passion. I was thrilled. I was getting excited, my panties were on fire.

The emotions and memories of pleasing my mentor, lover and professor came rushing back. I moved my arms wrapping around her. She slowed our kiss and pulled back.

"Does Tracie know you are here?"

"No Miss, she doesn't. I am here to seek, to think, and to find one. A gift for her while I am away, her pet moved away, which we both understood could happen."

She turned away from our touch. "Let's sit Elizabeth."

I smiled wide and winked. "Dr. Bentley, Alice is a very pretty woman. You have always had an eye for the best."

She smiled. "She is a dream, and a project. I brought her here just as she turned eighteen. I knew then and now, a short year later, how good she is."

"Hmm that fortunate young woman." I commented.

"Now, about you my dearest."

She moved to the couch and took her normal seat, dead center. For the thirty minutes we chatted like old friends but this was her mentoring me. This was her sharing her thoughts and her suggestions through her subtle ways.

There was a soft knock on her door. "Well my dearest pupil, it seems our session has come to an end."

I stood and reached for her hand assisting her. I realized that Mother Nature, along with that bastard, Father Time, was chasing her youth away, that bastard was chasing faster. She embraced me once more than whispered in my ear how I shouldn't be a stranger and that Alice will be in touch soon to schedule something.

I kissed her cheek and graciously thanked her for her time and for her continued love and affection. I walked her to her desk and ensured she was settled. I turned and walked from her office, looking over my shoulder blowing her a kiss.

By this time, Alice had opened the door and escorted me out front. "Dr. Murphy, it was a pleasure to meet you. We all have heard of you and have always wanted to meet you. This was a thrill."

I looked at her curiously, she spoke again. "We all have been compared to you as her mentee, student, and pet." She blushed and lowered her head some. "Miss speaks so highly of your passion for life and love."

"Alice, let me share, Dr. Bentley is the reason I am the woman I am. Never forget her wisdom and always, always, cherish your time with her." I leaned forward and kissed her lips.

When I pulled back I winked at her. I thanked her again and told her I would look forward to hearing from her. I left campus and as I drove towards my errands of the day, I somehow felt part of my past was sadly disappearing, fading away. I needed to reflect on the wisdom which Dr. Bentley shared.

I cursed him, that bastard; Father Time is a cruel, cruel man.

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I continued working two days on and one day off, life as an attending physician was great. I didn't mind the schedule. I loved my job and that is what took precedence. Tracie absolutely understood it was how we lived. She had her role as the ER Nurse Manager for the day shift.

Recently she threatened at one point to step back from being the Nurse Manager and start doing shift work again to try and follow my schedule. Two days after she suggested that, she admitted to me that her bottom was still sore from the spanking I gave her. She also admitted she deserved it and enjoyed the orgasm she achieved during the twenty-five bare-handed swats.

It was a week before Christmas; I was sitting in the cafeteria. I was enjoying one of those late afternoon lunches. Two young women dressed in jeans and blouses walked past. I smiled and actually laughed out loud. Crap these kids are so young looking nowadays. Call it the tedious stress that comes with working in the ER, call it the literal lack of recent time with my wife, or call it pure frustration of aging, but they looked so young.

The redhead smiled at me and nodded. Her friend quickly grabbed her hand pulling her away.

I sent Tracie a text message. '

Ahh the youthful desires. To be young again.'

She responded with a smile emoji. I replied how much I loved her and missed her.

As I stood to leave heading back to the ER, the redhead stood as well. "Pardon me Dr. Murphy?" She spoke softly.

I turned and nodded seeing her hospital identification badge; she was a 'Volunteer'.

"Yes." I hesitated. "You seem to have me at a slight disadvantage. I must hurry back to the Emergency Room. Can I help you?"

The friend spoke, "Yes, Dr. Bentley and Jordan suggested we seek you out for a conversation. So we took a break and went to the ER, they sent us here." The friend with beautiful chestnut hair and beauty untold should she change her style, started to speak but stopped when I interrupted her.

"Oh!" I smiled wide, inside my heart raced a bit. "I will make myself available for you. Come to the ER when you are finished, we can speak there."

I was back in the ER when the two came walking in. Trudy, the older RN asked if she could assist them. When they indicated they were here to see me, Trudy sent them my way. I walked with them to a private conference room adjacent to the ER. As I closed the door, I took a seat. I watched as they both stood there. The redhead had her hands clasped in front of her, almost in a protective posture.

"Have a seat." They looked at each other, the redhead shook her head 'no' indicating they were not to sit.

"Okay, why don't you tell me why Dr. Bentley sent you to seek me out?" I looked up smiling at them.

The one with chestnut hair spoke. "My name is Michelle, Chelle to my friends. I am a third year pre-medicine student at Simmons. My friend is Hope, a third year student as well."

I smiled wide and nodded, as Michelle continued. "Dr. Bentley, as well as Jordan, felt it would be best for us to speak with you as young women interested in a career in emergency medicine." She hesitated.

I looked at the redhead. "And Hope, do you speak? Or is Michelle the spokesperson for the two of you?"

I know, I know! I sound like a smartass and I should be kind but how could Hope consider being an ER physician without a voice. "Your nurses, residents, and patients need to know you can speak Hope." I paused and looked at her.

"Yes Miss." she whispered.

Wow!

That came out of left field.

I stood quickly to see what control I needed to take, already completing my assessment. I took a step closer, almost invading her personal space. Then it dawned on me, Dr. Bentley

and

Jordan sent them to see me. Hmm, I pondered this then spoke.

"Wait!" I whispered slightly slower. "Hope, did you just say Miss? As in Mistress type of Miss? Because if you did, we will need to take this conversation in a totally different direction." Her eyes were wide. I watched her jaw flex, I watched her eyes move quickly towards Michelle.

She had very beautiful red hair, it was a bit dark but she was a beautiful redhead. There was a bit of curl and her smile was near perfection.

"No no! You speak; this isn't Michelle's turn to speak." She paused. "Or if you meant Dr. and said Miss instead? I sort of understand."

I pressed harder and took a half step forward, really invading her personal space. "We can have a class on professional etiquette if we need Hope." I waited.

I could see the stress and nervousness build. "Breathe Hope. I do not need a Condition C in the ER due to my questions and tone."

"Dr. Murphy." Michelle started to speak. I quickly turned and looked at her, pressing my finger to her lips.

"This one needs a voice and will answer me or this chat will end soon and I will assure you Dr. Bentley, Jordan and Dr. McMannis are made aware, my dearest young Michelle."

I turned to Hope. "Well?"

She whispered. "We are to see you about mentoring at the assignment of Dr. Bentley. Jordan is very busy with medical students and current interns." Hope lowered her head, "Both Miss, both as a doctor and a Miss."

I smiled wide. "And you thought that you would shadow me as a physician and see if this line of work is what you truly sought out?" I looked between the two of them. They both nodded.

I was surprised when Hope spoke again. "And as a..." she paused.

"As a Mistress Dr. Murphy, as a woman, Dr. Murphy." Michelle spoke again. "We have been..."

I looked at Michelle. "Others have felt the wrath of my hand on their bare bottom for a whole lot less of an infraction than you have just acquired. You, young Michelle, must know when to quiet your mouth and shall learn that you speak only when spoken to and specifically asked a direct question. You will do better to listen and hold that tongue, young lady."

I turned back to Hope. "It seems you are not ready to speak and to admit what you seek. I am going back to the physician's desk and when you feel you are ready to speak to me without the use of your interpreter, come see me." I stood and walked to the door then paused before opening it.

"Thirty Michelle. Should you decide this is what you really want; thirty swats on your bare bottom will be your punishment. Three warnings equal thirty swats."

I opened the door and walked back to the physicians' desk following up with the resident and patients.

I felt them both standing near me. I turned while sitting at the physician's desk in the ER. "Yes Hope?"

"Dr. Murphy, ma'am. I would appreciate the opportunity to meet with you formally to discuss more details."

I turned and looked at Michelle. "And you?"

"Dr. Murphy, Miss, I also wish to speak with you and ask for..."

Her voice was suddenly hushed. I turned to see Hope was looking at her; there was a gleam in her eyes. I call these shooting daggers at the enemy.

I smiled. "It seems I now know how to silence you Michelle. However, that will come with more training." I pulled my phone from my pocket. I unlocked it and went to hand it to Hope. I paused, pulling it back some.

"Enter your first name and phone number. I do not want your last name, just an initial. I will text you when I look at our schedules." I smiled.

"Schedules Dr. Murphy?" Hope asked quietly.

I pulled my phone back. "Maybe this is a mistake."

"No! Please Dr. Murphy." Hope was very quiet to reply.

I handed her my phone, "Yes our schedules, my wife's and mine. I will send instructions."

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I knew Tracie would go to bed around 10:30. Her television program was over at 10:00 and would watch a bit of the early news on the CW channel. At 11:00, I sent her a text as she had the day off tomorrow.

'I can't wait to see you in the morning. I would like the master bath set up for you to care for me, my dear pet. Afterwards your Miss wants to spend the morning in bed with you tomorrow. Dress in lace.'

At 6:40, I pulled into the garage after two straight days at the hospital. I pressed the remote closing the garage door, the mud room door opened. Tracie stood there smiling. I got out of the car and smiled walking towards her with my tote bag in my hands.