Alan had been working with Ms. Holtz for a good ten years now. She was quiet; she was efficient, and she was, overall, an excellent worker. However, she was, without a doubt, the most nondescript, nonsexual woman he had ever met. He could say Ms. Holtz was asexual. She was genderless, androgynous. Due to the work and her non-position in his life, this represented no problem. It was an odd observation he had made while he mulled over various things like the meaning of life when sipping a cup of coffee between patients.
Now, after all these years of faithful service, Ms. Holtz had decided to move to another city and would be obliged to quit her job. He was upset as this would represent the enormous problem of trying to find a replacement who would be as efficient as her. Fortunately, an associate had recommended an employment agency which dealt with supplying trained medical personnel to various offices in the city, and this associate had assured him the agency was remarkable in whom they could find.
This morning, at eight am sharp, he expected a candidate to come through his door. This was good news on the one hand, but on the other, it meant he would have to coach this person until they got up to speed on how the office was run. Added to this was the possibility the candidate wouldn’t work out, but the agency on the phone assured him they screened all candidates and guaranteed he would like this one.
Precisely on time, the waiting room door opened and in walked a nurse: smart looking, efficient, no-nonsense. He thought, at least at first glance, this looked to be a promising replacement. He ushered her into his office where he asked her to take a seat and offered a cup of coffee. Ms. Carling or Nurse Carling proved to be intelligent, educated, and with far more experience than he thought possible.
“Dr. Maitland,” she said, handing him a printed set of pages. “If you would look over my résumé, you’ll discover that not only do I have all the usual experience as a nurse, but I have also been trained and worked with several of the more common office systems, both computerized and manual. I’m confident I’ll meet your needs in no time. All of your needs.”
Impressive, he thought. He scanned through the various pages until he arrived at the last one. It was a request from Ms. Carling’s own doctor for a gynecological exam. He absentmindedly stroked his beard as he studied the paper. “Ms. Carling, I’m confused by this last page. You do have your own personal doctor, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” She lowered her eyes. “Unfortunately, he’s away, and he recommended you do this. I realize this is an imposition on my first day.”
“All right,” he said, thinking this was indeed an imposition. This was, in fact, nervy considering this represented a probationary period before she was hired. “We’ll look at today’s schedule and see if there’s anything later. Unfortunately, things are always tight on Mondays as I teach a university course in the evenings.”
“Thank you, sir. I appreciate your consideration.”
From eight until nine o’clock, when the first patient came in, he went over the usual office procedures with Nurse Carling. He covered off the filing system, the computer system, and the system of supplies for the three examination rooms. He discussed his patients in this small family practice and what he provided the community three days a week. This practice was part-time as he held an executive position with the largest teaching hospital in the area, which involved not only his time as an administrator but his time as an advanced instructor for the third year of internship. His family practice was something he loved but unfortunately, being at the peak of his career, he didn’t have as much time to devote to it as he would like.
He continued throughout the day with his usual routine. However, the usual routine was proving to be different with this new nurse. For starters, she smelled nicer. In the ten years with Ms. Holtz, the atmosphere had always been efficient but not sexual. Now, there was a lingering touch of perfume in the hallway which his nose found stimulating. This brought his attention to this new woman in his office. A nurse’s uniform is practical and nondescript, not in the least bit of what society would consider as sexy. But the perfume caused him to sneak a second look at Nurse Carling. Sneak was the operative word here as he was embarrassed by those second looks and was hopeful Ms. Carling remained unaware. Carefully, bit by bit, he checked over the woman. He found her build attractive and glanced periodically at her legs and breasts.
A couple of incidents happened during the day, which opened his eyes to Nurse Carling being something other than what he was expecting. He had no idea Nurse Carling was to prove to be a 9.5 earthquake in his life.
At 11 a.m., Nurse Carling was working at the main desk of the office when Alan walked by studying a chart. “Dr. Maitland?” Marlene said.
“Yes, Ms. Carling?” He stopped and looked up.
“I’m having difficulty with the computerized charting system for the last patient. I was wondering if you could explain how I can change the date of the next appointment for the previous patient.”
He leaned over the desk beside her and looked at the screen.
“Right here,” She held a finger to a point on the screen.
He studied the screen and remembered something from the manual. “Well, Ms. Carling—” He turned his head, not realizing how close was to the woman, his face in front of hers. His eyes locked with her gaze, and it seemed like time itself had come to a halt. He breathed in the full force of her perfume. He felt the warmth of her body close to his and his peripheral vision was filled with her face. They said nothing, his previous talk cut off in mid-sentence. Everything was still, nothing else seemed to exist, and all their attention was on each other.
Even though Alan stared into her eyes, he noticed something red at the edge of his view. He tried not to look, but curiosity overcame him, and he looked down. Scant centimeters in front of him were Marlene’s lips. Her lipstick had given them a red hue and a certain moistness, a rich fullness while remaining subtle.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was mesmerized by her mouth. And then, unexpectedly, as he watched, her lips parted. He watched in total fascination as the tip of her tongue stuck out from between the lips and licked the top lip from left to right, leaving a trace of moisture glistening in the overhead office light. It was stunning. He looked back up to Marlene’s eyes. She stared at him. He looked back down and — it was difficult to detect — she had a hint of a smile. This woman is incredible, he thought. She did that on purpose. My God, was she coming on to him?
Alan stood up. “Ms. Carling, I believe the answer to your question is that you must click on the small icon to the right of the date field.” He took a step back, staring at her face. She looked back at him. He was sure she was smiling.
“Thank you, Doctor,” she said.
Jesus, he thought. She had flirted with him.
The second incident took place around two p.m. that afternoon. Alan had completed an examination and was studying up on the next patient. He decided to look in the central files located beside the nurse’s desk at reception. Stooping in front of the cabinet, he pulled out the lowest drawer and rifled through the various hanging folders. “May I be of assistance, Dr. Maitland?” Nurse Carling had swiveled in her chair to turn around and face him. He could see out of the corner of his eye her crossed legs. “Hmmm, I thought I had left documentation about the next patient here.”
He stared at the various folders, mulling over where to look to next. A movement to his right caught his eye. The pair of legs, encased in white nylon, tipped by the usual white nurse’s shoes, uncrossed themselves. He heard the distinctive sound of nylon brushing against nylon and turned his head to look at the legs. Both were planted apart, leaving a substantial gap between them. As his eyes focused, he realized he was starring up Nurse Carling’s dress. Instead of what he expected, pantyhose, she was wearing stockings held up by a garter belt. The tops of her thighs were bare above the nylon, and the exposed skin framed a pair of cream-colored panties, panties that were so close, he could have reached out and touched them.
“I hope you find what you are looking for,” Nurse Carling said. Her voice shook him out of his reverie. How long had he been gazing up her dress? He looked up, and their eyes met. She knew full well he had looked up her dress, and he knew she had done the whole thing on purpose. She was trying to reel him in. It was then that he decided what to do. If something was going to happen between them, he wanted it to be memorable.
***
Alan ushered Nurse Carling into examination room number two. It was the end of the day, and the last patient had been taken care of. He finally had the time to fulfill Ms. Carling’s odd request for her own examination. He sat down at the desk, hunted for a folder and started the process of opening a file on her. As he filled out the usual information, he said, “Ms. Carling, if you would remove your undergarments. I’ll take the usual measurements — height, weight, blood pressure, etc., and have you get up on the table.”
He sat with his back to the woman. Something fell on the chair beside his desk. Without turning his head, he looked down and saw a pair of panties. Nothing unusual — he did ask the woman to remove her undergarments — but as he looked closer, he noticed that there was a spot in the crotch of the panties. He wasn’t sure, but it appeared to be wet. Was the woman incontinent? He didn’t want to embarrass her, but this was something he needed to investigate. How to check this before asking any awkward questions?
Alan turned in the chair and gestured. “Ms. Carling, if you would step over to the scales, let’s measure your weight for the records.”
Barefoot, she walked to the scales and stepped on them. Since the scales were positioned against the wall, she had to face away, and this afforded him the moment necessary to scoop up the panties and examine them closer.
He held the material and used his thumb on one side and his index finger on the other to touch the wet spot. The liquid was not urine; it was thicker. Could it be? He glanced at the woman. She was still turned away, so he brought the panties up to his nose and sniffed. There was no doubt about it. These panties were wet with vaginal secretions. That perfume, that musk — he felt a stirring in his loins, a natural reaction to the smell of her sex. He sniffed a second time. His head was swimming. He was transported.
Alan looked up. Nurse Carling was still standing on the scales waiting, turned away from him. He was safe. However, a movement caught his attention, and he looked at the wall on the left. There was a mirror hanging on it, and he could see her reflection. She was staring at him. She had seen everything. For the longest time, the two of them regarded each other, saying nothing.
He put the panties back down on the chair. “Ms. Carling, if you would be so kind as to adjust the weights. Let’s determine your weight for a baseline.”
“Yes, Doctor.” She changed the weights on the level bar.
He took two steps to move beside her to read the gauge. As he wrote the figure on the chart, he bent over so that his mouth was almost up against her right ear. He whispered, “Ms. Carling.”
She stiffened.
His voice sounded soothing. “I must examine you carefully. Very, very carefully.” He paused. “It’s important I touch upon all the details.”
Nurse Carling stared straight ahead at the wall. There was a prolonged moment of silence. Her voice came out as a murmur, “Doctor?”
“I want to... I must touch all of your details.” His breath glided over her ear.
They stood side by side, not moving.
Alan straightened and returned to his firm, commanding voice. “Ms. Carling, I would ask you to step over to the table. We will get you into the stirrups so I may begin my examination.” This time Marlene shivered. The tension in the air was palpable.
She walked to the gynecological table and positioned the devices to her size. She pulled up her nurse’s uniform and sat on the table. Releasing the dress, she leaned back on her elbows, raised her legs, and put them in the stirrups. She lay back on the table and stared up at the ceiling.
Alan turned around and caught his breath, taking in the magnificent view of this beautiful woman before him, her naked legs spread apart and raised up, her entire middle section exposed. Alan spoke in a soft voice, “Nurse Carling?”
“Yes?” Her voice shook.
“I’m looking at you. You’re exposed to me on the table. There’s nothing hidden. I can see the intimate center of your being displayed before me.” Alan took a couple of steps and placed himself between her legs, standing over her, looking down into her eyes. Marlene stared back. “I can see your pudendum.” She shifted. He felt a sense of expectation. “I can trace your labia from the top of your pubic mound, down the length of your slit to the opening of your vagina.” He looked down at her mound. The opening of her vagina was moist. “Let’s begin.”
Alan turned and brought over a small stool on wheels. He sat down on it and slid himself up to Marlene between her spread legs.
“I enjoy looking at your pussy,” he said. “I want you to enjoy showing it to me.”
She said nothing.
Alan studied the pubic hair, tracing the coiffed bush. He leaned forward so that his mouth was within inches of her vulva. He inhaled, puckered his lips, and blew over her pussy. Marlene gave a sharp intake of breath and jerked. She tensed, raised her hips to meet the breeze passing over her skin, and then relaxed and exhaled. He moved his mouth to within millimeters of the pubic mound, opened his mouth wide and breathed out, releasing a whisper of hot, moist air. She gasped. “Oh.”
Alan, keeping his face inches from Marlene’s mound, reached up and took a tuft of pubic hair between his index finger and his thumb. He pulled up and let the strands slide through his fingers, tugging on each hair. Then he passed his hand over the pubic area, not touching the skin but brushing the hair. His fingertips wandered across her bush. He enjoyed the sensation of the curly bristles against his skin.
Turning his head to the left, he looked at Marlene’s thigh in front of his eyes, her leg raised in the stirrup. He leaned forward, puckered his lips and ever so lightly touched them on her skin. She squirmed slightly, trying to stay still but unable to. He brushed his lips across her right thigh and then turned to the right and did the same on her left thigh. This time, however, he didn’t stop but worked his way up between her legs, using his hands to trace patterns over her legs.
Alan arrived at the focal point of his ministrations. He placed a series of light kisses from the thigh to Marlene’s stomach, all while moving both of his hands on the inner expanse of skin of each of Marlene’s legs. She trembled as the kisses traced their way across her stomach above her pubic mound and then came back down toward the cleft between thigh and pelvis. Holding his palms against the top of each of the inner thighs, Alan extended his tongue and marked out a line from the border between stomach and leg downwards along the right-hand side of the pudendum. His saliva left a glistening trail of moisture on the skin. Stopping at her vagina opening, Alan’s tongue flitted over the hole to the opposite side and traced its way upward through the cleft between pelvis and thigh. As he listened, Marlene's breathing got pregressively more ragged.
Alan’s tongue wandered through Marlene’s bush. The slithering appendage played with the strands as it narrowed its focus to its ultimate objective. The tip slid down the left labia and then back up the right.
Alan sat up to adjust his position and leaned in. He glanced at the opening to Marlene’s vagina, and then put his head forward, stuck out his tongue as far as it would go, and plunged it into her hole. She uttered a soft, “Oh!” He got the tip inside her and swirled it around. The circles became greater until the tongue came out and moved around the edge of the opening.
While stroking Marlene’s thighs, Alan slid his tongue up her slit, licking the lips covering her cleft with his saliva. He entered between her inner lips and flicked the tip of his tongue across her clitoris. There was an audible gasp, and Marlene shuddered at his touch. Alan backed away, looked at the pussy, used the thumbs of both hands to pull the lips apart, and moved forward to set his tongue on the clit. He rhythmically ran his tongue over the clitoris, caressing it, massaging it, using the top flat part to stroke the fleshy knob.
As his tongue slid up and down the organ, he placed his entire mouth over the mound, his lips formed into a large O. Hot moisture enveloped the pussy.
Alan took his left and right hands from the thighs and passed them underneath the legs to bring them to the stomach. The left hand remaindered on the stomach, caressing the skin above the pubic mound while the right hand reached up to massage Marlene’s left breast. His hand moved over the fleshy mound and then cupped it, traced several circles before the thumb and index fondled the nipple: caressing, pinching, and twisting. This position, tongue on clitoris, left hand on stomach, right hand on right breast, remained for a minute or so. During this time, her hips began to move. A little at first, they now rotated, marking their involuntary reaction to Alan’s ministrations.
Alan took his hand away from Marlene’s breast and brought it back under her pelvis. Alan moved to his left to provide more area in front of her vaginal opening and then brought his right hand up to the region underneath his mouth. Using his two middle fingers, he moved across the surface of the skin surrounding her hole. He kept up the circular motion while moving closer to the center until the tip of the longer middle dipped into the cavity. The secretions lubricated first the middle finger and then the third, and Alan continued his measured approach to ensure the fingers were well oiled.
Now the tips of both fingers were inside Marlene’s vaginal cavity, swirling around in a circular motion. Now that Alan had gained entrance, he changed strategy and pushed forward, inserting more of the fingers into her belly, all while maintaining the steady rhythm of his tongue on her clitoris. A little in, pull back out, a little more in, pull back out. Alan arrived at having the two middle fingers on his right hand buried right up to the hilt in her pussy, his outer fingers pointing down. He did a few short strokes and then pulled the fingers all the out to their tips, paused, and reinserted them buried to the knuckles.
By now, the entire area surrounding the vaginal opening, the pubic mound was covered in moisture: vaginal secretions, saliva, even beads of sweat, a savory concoction of lubricating mucus. Taking advantage of this, when Alan pulled his fingers out of the hole, he brought his thumb up against his fingers, coating it. With each stroke, he worked his digit from the vagina, across the perineum to the anus. Once there, the well-lubricated thumb moved up and down across the puckered skin.
Marlene was now rotating her hips with a pronounced movement. Alan held his hand still, and she moved her pussy on and off his fingers. There was a squishy sound as the entire length of his two fingers disappeared between her legs.
Alan’s tongue massaged the clitoris; his mouth formed an O and his lips pressed over the pudendum. His left hand stroked the fur of Marlene’s bush while the forearm slid across her stomach. The two middle fingers of his right hand moved in and out of Marlene’s vagina while the thumb slid up and down over the puckered anus. Alan maintained a steady cadence in these multiple assaults on her senses.
Marlene’s hips bucked. She was getting close. He could feel the movement of the hips change, the rise off the table was becoming pronounced. She was but a moment away.
As a final move, Alan took the fingers inserted into Marlene’s pussy and curved them. He used the joints on the upper part of his fingers to scrap in an even more distinct manner on the top wall of the vagina. He pushed down with his tongue and pushed up with his fingers.
Her hips rose off the table, pushing against his face. Her thighs clenched, and she locked his head in a vise-like, crushing grip. His hearing almost cut off; he was hardly aware of her muffled cries. Her body strained, taut against his mouth, and the moment broke. Her hips bucked first to the right, then to the left. He used his left arm, wrapped around her right thigh and hip to clamp down on her body to not lose his grip.
Alan was enamored. Alan was smitten. He was excited by her excitement and lost in the pleasure of her sex. His body trembled, and his hands shook. His entire consciousness was filled with this woman. He was overwhelmed by the power of this moment between them.
Marlene cried out again. Another spasm and she sank back on the table, gasping. Alan slowed his movements to a gentle massage. His tongue eased its pressure on the clitoris, becoming softer. He inserted his two fingers to the hilt and left them there, unmoving. His tongue stopped and remained against her clitoris. There was a moment of stillness.
He tilted his head against Marlene’s right thigh, his face still close to her pussy. The heat and the humidity of her intimacy radiated onto his skin. Her vagina clamped on his fingers, and he savored both the warmth and the viscosity of her inner sanctum. After a moment, Alan sat upright and looked at Marlene. Her eyes were closed. Was she asleep? Alan smiled at her attractiveness. She was a beautiful woman, and he wanted her. Laid out like this, her legs spread wide in the stirrups, Marlene excited Alan. He looked again at her splayed legs; his hand pressed up against her pussy with his two fingers inserted into her. He shivered with excitement, feeling a close bond with her: They were sharing the most intimate of moments two human beings can have together.
Alan pulled his fingers out and stared at the glistening lubricant covering his skin. He inserted his fingers in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the digits, licking up all traces of her pussy juices. Alan purred, relishing the taste of Marlene before swallowing.
The doctor stood up and pushed back the stool. He took first the left leg and then the right leg out of the stirrups and pulled Marlene forward to get her to stand up. She seemed half asleep. He unbuttoned her uniform down the front and moved it off her shoulders. She didn’t quite react to his actions, barely assisting him in getting the garment off. Alan dropped the uniform on a chair and then reached behind Marlene to undo the clasp of her bra.
Alan put one arm around Marlene’s back, another under her legs by the knees, and lifted her. She was limp. He carried her to the door, turned the knob with one hand, and then took her down the hall to his office where he had a couch. He laid the naked body of Marlene out on a slip-cover and arranged her limbs. Keeping his eyes hungrily fixed on Marlene’s nude figure, he stripped off his clothes, tossing them on a chair.
Alan turned her on her right side and lifted her head, putting a pillow under it. He took her left leg and bent it at the knee, moving it upward, then climbed on the bed and intertwined his legs with hers. He licked the end of the fingers of his right hand and applied a coating of saliva over the head of his penis. Holding his cock in his right hand, he guided its tip to the juncture of her legs. His left hand grabbed her left buttock, and he moved the head around her hole. He thrust forward and pushed the tip of his shaft inside her. He withdrew. He pushed in a little deeper. He withdrew. Alan pushed in and slid the entire length of his shaft into Marlene. He stopped, his pelvis pressed against her hips. He shivered at the sensation of her body enveloping his erection.
Alan took up a slow, rhythmic pumping, gliding his cock in and out of Marlene’s cunt. With his legs intertwined in hers, he ran his hands over her hips, enjoying the silky touch of her skin. He once again brushed her pubic mound and played with her anus. With each stroke, balancing himself at a certain height, Alan let his dangling scrotum skim up and down Marlene’s thigh. He moaned at the sensation, the traces of sensuality radiating throughout his body.
“Please,” Marlene murmured.
Alan looked down at her. God, she was beautiful. She had her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth formed an O. He felt they were going to orgasm together. His urgency was overwhelming. He needed to cum, and he needed to cum now.
He took his hands away from her mid-section and seized both of her shoulders. His forward thrusts had grown so forceful; he was pushing her entire body down the couch.
Alan shut his eyes and gasped. His mouth was open as he panted for air to keep up with this extended effort. His mind was now committed to his release. All his attention was focused on the growing eruption in his mid-section. He felt his penis swell to a steel-like hardness as the first drops of seminal fluid leaked out of the head of his cock.
“Oh God,” Alan cried. “I’m going to...” His face contorted.
Alan heard Marlene groan. There was a blinding flash as his orgasm peaked. He held himself back, then his body spasmed and his entire mid-section contracted. The first spurt of ejaculate shot up the length of his penis and squirted out of the head into her belly. Stroke. Spurt. Stroke. Spurt. Alan huffed as he jammed himself in Marlene, overcome by the need to give himself to her. His desire overwhelmed him, the accumulation of their entire day of sexual tease and innuendo.
His balls drained themselves into Marlene, and the constant pumping of his penis caused his sperm to overflow, dribbling onto her thigh. He slowed as the last contractions of his body squeezed out the remnants of his juices.
With his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, he stopped. He panted, his brow covered in beads of sweat. Her eyes were shut, and she, too, was breathing hard. Alan leaned over Marlene and moved his face close to hers. With a certain lightness, he touched his lips to her cheek. She stirred, turned her head and looked at him. He moved his lips to her other cheek, her forehead, and back to the other cheek. He shifted to her eyes. Marlene closed them, and Alan kissed each of her eyelids. He backed away, and they stared at one another.
“You were magnificent,” Alan whispered to Marlene. She smiled at him. He moved his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. She put her arms around his shoulders as their tongues played a slow sensual dance. This was an incredible moment. She was an incredible woman.
Keeping himself inserted, Alan righted himself, repositioned her legs, and laid out full length against her. He snuggled, wiggling his cock in her pussy. He smiled. “I like to stay inside for as long as I can. I experience a strong connection with you.”
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her head onto his chest. As he pulled the slip-cover over their still sweaty bodies, he kissed her forehead. He caressed the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair.
***
Alan awoke with a start. He looked down at Marlene. She seemed to be sleeping. His penis had become flaccid, but it was still in Marlene. He could sense the warmth of her pussy surrounding his cock. Alan sighed. He loved to languish in that delicious closeness after sex, a prolonged moment of being one with his partner when nothing else in the world existed but the two of them.
He kissed Marlene’s forehead, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, their eyes locked, and they both smiled at one another. Something special had happened. They had connected, bonded; they had become one, even if only for the briefest of moments.
“How are you doing?” Alan asked Marlene, still smiling at her. She was beautiful.
“I think I fell asleep,” she replied.
“We both did,” said Alan. “Hmmm, I see by the clock I need to get going. I have a class to teach in an hour, and I shouldn’t keep my students waiting. Although I’m enjoying where I am.” Alan wiggled his hips against hers.
Marlene giggled. “Oh, you’re welcome. I enjoy having you there.” She wiggled back. “I’m glad you didn’t... you don’t run off. I like having you inside me.” She reached up and kissed him, running her hands over his chest.
Alan kissed and garbled a response. “You’re adorable.”
They broke their embrace. Alan looked at her and said, “I need to take a shower and get ready for my class. Take a shower with me.” He untangled his one leg and backed away. His penis popped out. Marlene frowned and said, “Boo.” They both chuckled and then Alan leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I’ll be back.”
They got up, and Alan led her to a bathroom. Still holding her hand, he turned on the shower and pulled her into the stall. Alan washed Marlene, kneeling to wash her feet and legs, kissing her pussy in the process, and then standing to continue while spending extra attention to her breasts. They had made love, and this was a shower, but the sexual element was still in the forefront. Marlene did the same, kneeling to wash his feet and legs and sucking his cock at the same time. They laughed together like two kids exploring each other’s body.
Alan turned off the water, and they stepped out of the shower. He took a towel and dried her, then kneeled and wiped each leg and foot, having her raise one leg and balance on the other. Holding her hips, he turned her around and dried her thighs and then her pelvis.
“Bend over,” Alan said.
She did so and presented him with her derriere full in the face. Alan examined her pussy, fascinated by the tuft of hair between her legs. He reached up and touched it and then ran his fingers over it. Placing his hands on her buttocks, Alan spread her cheeks. He looked at her puckered anus then with his middle finger of one hand, ran the end of the digit up her crack, tracing a line over the hole. Marlene shivered. He put his face forward, opened his mouth and then swirled his tongue around her anus. Marlene trembled. She chuckled at his attentions, then wiggled her ass at him. He stopped, backed away and laughed. He tapped her buttock.
Alan stood and passed her the towel. Marlene kneeled, but before she could start, Alan grabbed his penis and presented it to her. She took it in her mouth and toweled him off without losing her hold. At one point, when Alan raised a leg to offer a foot, he lost his balance and stepped to one side. She moved with him and kept his penis in her mouth. Alan laughed. “Very good!” When she stood, he kissed her again, full on the mouth.
Alan and Marlene left the office, and Alan locked the door. They both walked to the parking lot and stood facing each other, the last moment before they got in their respective cars and drove off.
“Well, Ms. Carling,” Alan said.
“Yes, Dr. Maitland?” Marlene replied.
“I would like to see you back at the office tomorrow morning at eight sharp. I think we can dispense with the probationary period. You’re hired.”
Marlene smiled at Alan. “Thank you, Doctor. I know you won’t be disappointed.”
Alan offered his hand, and they shook. While still holding her hand, he took a step as if to leave. She turned likewise, but Alan pulled her arm and swung her back until she was once again face to face with him, her body flush up against his chest. For a breathless moment, Alan stood there staring into Marlene’s eyes. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers, not a kiss, but a caress. He stopped, looked again into her eyes, and whispered, “À demain.” He walked to his car.
***
Alan had been teaching part-time for the university for several years. It was only one class a week, but it allowed him to keep his hand in the more fundamental aspects of his profession and to give something back by passing his experience on to the next generation.
“Ladies and gentlemen.” Alan spoke into a microphone with an authoritative voice before his audience of seventy-five students. “We’ll dim the lights and look at the following slide presentation about the materials which can be found in chapter nine of your textbooks.” He turned down the lights, flicked on the projector, and the screen lit up with information he had assembled on the weekend. In the darkness, no one could see him off to one side, controlling the slides and giving his lecture.
Alan coughed, and he held up his hand to cover his mouth. “Excuse me.” He smelled something. What could it be? A smile formed on his face as he recognized what it was. In the darkness, he cupped his hand over his mouth, the palm covering his chin with his fingers over his mouth and nose. Alan inhaled. What a beautiful perfume, what a remembrance of his time with Marlene.
Alan’s beard and mustache had become soaked with Marlene’s pussy juices. During his session of oral love, her vaginal secretions had bathed his face and saturated every strand of hair with the musky scent of Marlene’s most intimate self. He could relive the moment with this souvenir he carried with him of their glorious session of lovemaking. For the rest of his class, he would inhale several more times this heady fragrance of Marlene’s beauty. In fact, Alan would inhale this aroma before he went to bed when memories of the day sparked his imagination and inspired him to touch himself.
END
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