April 19, 2023 11:14 AM
Love
It’d been a week of fantasizing about this moment– her juicy booty bent over in front of me as she leans across my desk. I rub my hands across one cheek and then the other. Notice how the stitching of her scrubs stretches against her curves. Something about scrubs that can make a nice ass look perfect.
And hers was definitely that. Soft yet firm in the palm of my hand. I massaged it as I leaned in, burying my lips against the side of her face.
“Mmmm, doctor,” she purred like a happy, little kitten.
I’m not so self-absorbed that I needed someone to call me by my proper title while I was reaching down the front of their pants. Granted, I worked really hard to put MD on my name but I liked to think of myself as humble. More or less.
Still, the way she said it turned me on. Egged me on. Convinced me to push caution to the wind and escalate what should have been a quick takeout session into another level of pleasure.
“Fuck,” she hissed through grit teeth, trying hee hardest to suppress the sounds she really wanted to make as my fingers plunged inside of her.
She looked over her shoulder as I eased into her depths. Her lips curled up into a satisfied smile as her eyes fluttered to the back of her head.
“You like that,” I asked in a whisper before taking her earlobe between my teeth for a gentle tug.
She answered with this cute, little whimper that made my pussy jump. It was nice to know that I was equally wanted. Not that I was surprised. We’d been professional, sure, but there was definitely an unspoken tension between us since she clocked in for her first shift a few weeks ago. Of course, I was always sneaking peaks of her booty but had no intention in crossing the line.
Unless, she wanted to. And she definitely wanted to. The way she kept looking at me. The way she kept finding excuses for us to be alone in my office.
Next thing I knew, she grabbed my collar and pulled me into a kiss. Now all of a sudden she was spreading her legs and lifting herself up on her tippy toes, happily accepting each stroke of my fingers against her tightness. Feeding into my desires just as much as she fed into my ego.