This is the second part of a story about a nurse and a doctor. It may be advisable to read Part 1 first, but that's not essential for this stands alone as a story.
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The next couple of weeks were wonderful, frustrating and worrying for both Mike and Sammi.
The more she was with him, the more she wanted him and the more inevitable she felt sex with him was becoming. At the same time, the more determined she became not to break her vows about having sex with an attached man.
She didn't know his partner or marital circumstances in detail and her subtle questioning of a couple of the other nurses failed to give her any specific. There was no way that she felt she could ask Mike, but equally there was no way that she could consider doing anything with him if he was married or had a long-term partner, she had some standards, not very high where tasty older men were required, but some..
In his mind Mike fucked Sammi nearly every day and certainly every night. Most days as he asked his patients the probing questions and they both listened to the often sex ridden answers, he mentally undressed Sammi. Sometimes he had her completely naked as she sat in her designated chair behind the patient, sometimes she simply had the white coat open at the top and wasn't wearing a bra and sometimes the top was buttoned up but the rest of the coat was bunched around her.
At home when he fucked Claire, it was Sammi who was in his mind. And it was Sammi who was in his mind as he sat in the modern, black leather chair behind the glass topped desk that evening after his Consultant Assistant had left for home at just after nine. It was the blonde haired nurse who had captured his mind as he laid back, as he ran his hand over the lump in his trousers, as he undid his belt and pulled the zip down on his Saville Row hand tailored suit. It was Sammi in her erotic white uniform, it was Sammi taking it off, it was Sammi in her skimpy underwear and it was the naked Sammi that was in his mind as he pushed his trousers and CK boxers down in one go. It was her tits and ass that were in his mind as he grabbed his erection and it was her naked body that consumed him as he began to masturbate. And it was everything about her that made him pump his cock so fast and hard that he was spurting onto the glass top of the desk within a minute or two of starting.
Cleaning himself up, he tried to recall the last time his sexual urges had been so strong to make him wank in his office; he couldn't recall when that was. Smiling, he termed it the Sammi syndrome!
*
He's a bit of closed book," Cal said slipping his arm round her waist as they walked to the tube.
"Yes he seems to be," Sammi replied wiggling away.
They turned into a, quiet, dimly lit street near Goodge Street station. It was lined with offices and shops most of which were dark and seemed deserted, even though it was only eleven.
"Anyway why do you want to know?" He asked taking hold of her hand, she pulled that free.
Cal had decided to leave. The early, for him, starts two or three times a week at seven just didn't suit his club world, late night lifestyle and he didn't need the money so what was the point of it, he conjectured?
"Do you fancy him?" He went on adding, "Why waste your time with an old boy like Stevens?"
"You mean," Sammi said. "When I could have a young boy like you instead?"
"Exactly," Cal replied completely missing the sarcasm in Sammi's comment. He slipped his arm round her waist again. This time she didn't pull away, she knew he was harmless. "I dunno how serious it is, but he's brought a bird with big knockers to a company of dos at the clinic. She told me she was a barrister."
"What you chatted to her?"
"Of course, I like big birds, especially if they have big tits as she did."
"Let's me off then," Sammi quipped quite liking the easy banter and the feel of his hand on her hip; she leaned her weight against his chest a little.
"Oh no, I like smaller birds too."
"What about their tits."
"You mean your tits?" He asked.
The leaving do had been in the basement of the Spaghetti House near the old Middlesex Hospital where Sammi had spent much of her training. There had been plenty to drink and there was dancing. Cal had made a beeline for Sammi and they had flirted with each other. He was quite handsome, was lots of fun and was really the only friend she had made at the clinic. As they danced, with both of them a little tipsy, she had begun thinking, why not? It had been some time she had made love to Paul and it was on offer in a very no strings attached way with the handsome, Anglicised Pakistani.
He pulled her into a deep doorway.
"I think they're great," he went on cupping Sammi's left breast. She pulled his hand away.
"So what do you think then?" Cal said putting both arms round her.
"About what?"
"Us."
"Us what."
He pulled her against him.
"Well getting it on."
He was hard. He pressed it firmly against her. He badly wanted the blonde girl, he adored blondes, but they were few and far between, at least as visitors to his bed.
"Come on Cal, don't be daft," Sammi said, starting to struggle.
"It's not daft, you know that, I've seen you looking."
"Looking and doing anything are different," she said as he pressed his erection against her from the front and grabbed her arse from behind.
"What about when we were dancing earlier, you were up for it then weren't you?" He went on, his hand slipping from the cheek of her bum, down onto the back of her thighs then up under the denim micro skirt Sammi was wearing, without tights or stockings.
"God her arse is fantastic," Cal thought wiggling his fingers against the masses of bare skin left free from the thong.
