Jen breathed a sigh of relief as the last of her students exited the lecture hall. The long week of teaching had left her drained, though she was still excited about the evening ahead. Tidying away the last of the books, she scooped her laptop bag onto her shoulder and quickly made for the door. She would have to pick-up some things for dinner at the market on the way home. Jen smiled to herself at the thought of cooking for him and began to feel a renewed vitality stir under her skirt. Walking briskly to her car, she decided, a campus was no place to be having such thoughts.
Simon took a right onto Mercury road, and cruised slowly as he studied the house numbers. He'd been here before, but was still a little unsure of where number 16 was - Jen's new house. All these housing estates look the same, he thought. Mental focus was the last thing he wanted to do after the long shift at the hospital. Going from ward to ward, checking on his patients was as tiring as it was rewarding. He had only pulled into the driveway and switched off the ignition when he had already started to get hard. She would have been in there for a while, pottering about the kitchen, he supposed. Grabbing the merlot from the passenger seat, he slid out of the car, and walked up to the front door, only a little embarrassed by his growing erection. Remembering her message from earlier, he opened the unlocked door.
Passing half empty cardboard boxes, he sensed her somewhere around the top of the hallway. He smelt a welcoming mix of chopped garlic, candles, and wine as he proceeded to the kitchen; She was a good cook. Everyone said so. The room was dimly lit by the candles and a reading lamp turned down low.
"Hey Jen," he said, placing the merlot on the kitchen island.
He couldn't help notice the curves of her petite figure as she stirred a pot. She said nothing as she glanced back at him, before turning back to her work. Simon noticed that she had her brunette hair brushed over one of her shoulders, like women do, flowing over the top apron strap and down along her slender neck. The back strap caressed the small of her back, his gaze continuing down to her naked butt and long lissom legs. The precum was making a dark wet circle in his slacks by now, but he didn't care.
Jen smiled to herself as she heard the thirsty steps coming up behind her. Through his slacks, she felt his manhood press firmly against her bare ass. She pressed back into him invitingly, as his hands crawled up the front of the polka dot cotton apron, caressing her supple breasts and ripe nipples. Surrendering her pose, she spun around to face her doctor. Maybe it was the candles, but small beads of sweat were resting just under the lining of his dark gelled hair. She pressed her lips onto his, and embraced the plunge of his tongue. Her hand dropped down and clutched his still sheathed shaft. She tortured him a little more listening to appealing moans.
"This great man," she whispered, "dedicating his life to saving others. This great man."
