Doctor, Doctor

Thank god for hail! Because that’s how this all started. What’s ‘this,’ you ask? Meeting and falling in love with an ER doc… and then our journeys into what a lot of people call kink.

So what did the worst area hailstorm in 15 years have to do with falling in love and discovering that, as a couple, we were total kinksters? It was the beginning. The storm totaled my car, and after buying a replacement I saw one that looked even better. So I put the one I’d just bought up for sale, and got the usual flurry of emails. Some were scammers, some were tire-kickers, and some were serious. One of them actually put it through a pre-purchase inspection, and then declined. Another showed up and offered half of what I was asking – I actually laughed at him. Another was serious, and we were in the process of setting up another pre-purchase inspection, when I got yet another email.

This one was from someone who had been rear-ended and her car totaled, and who needed to find something quickly as she was leaving the country in a few days. I was intrigued. We set up a time and place to meet, and we both showed up, on time. That’s always a good sign.

She was dressed in a lightweight sundress, appropriate for the 96 degree day, and was slim, with curves that suggested a better figure than you might expect at first glance. About average height – say about 5’5″? She was pretty without being drop-dead beautiful, with dark blonde shoulder length hair. Her eyes, once she took off her shades, were medium blue – again, pretty without being gorgeous, even if the sum of the parts was greater than you’d think. Overall, she looked like that classy girl next door that you knew you wanted to fuck.

“Hi! I’m Cece – you’re Bob?”

I nodded and smiled. “Nice to meet you! A good thing the AC works.”

She laughed and she started to look over the car, with me filling in information as she asked. She looked to be about 30 to 35, and as we chatted she explained why she was leaving the country – she’d be working at a medical mission near Syria. She was an ER doctor, and was on the faculty of the state university’s medical school. The Syria trip was fulfilling her desire to do more with her emergency medicine background.

As we talked, we were both aware of the spark between us, which surprised me a little bit, as I was probably a good 10-12 years older than her. There’s no mistaking it – that underlying sexual tension between two people. And as we got into the car to let her drive it, she leaned forward, her sundress opening, her arms pressing her breasts together, enhancing her cleavage, and giving me a great view of the swell of her breasts, and as she leaned forward just a bit more, of her nipple – which was firmly erect. Wow. Yum! It was way too easy to imagine my mouth on her nipple, and I could feel myself stirring even as I willed myself not to.

She sat down on the driver’s seat, and looked for the seat adjuster. I leaned over her, and pointed down to where the controls were. As I did, our arms brushed against each other – lightly – but still touching, and I could feel her breathe inward lightly. We went for a drive, and when we got back she said she’d talk to her brother and get back to me. And as we parted, I thought I saw a shadow on her dress, right where she would have been sitting on it. For my part, as she left I could feel myself relaxing, and wondering what the hell that had been.

The next day, we swapped email about pricing, and once that was agreed upon, the day and time for her to pick it up, which turned out to be the next day. She showed up right on time, apparently having had a friend drop her off – or perhaps an Uber? Anyway, we walked around the car, and then went inside the house. I’d prepared a bill of sale, the title, service records, etc., and had also dug up a cooling bandana that I’d used in the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. She was impressed by the cooling bandana.

That electricity we’d felt Monday was still there, even more amped up. And as we did the paperwork, I went to move around to pick something else up – what, I don’t remember. We were in the dining area, and the kitchen counter stuck out, so there wasn’t a lot of space. So as I moved behind her, I put my hand on her waist, just above her hip, to let her know I was moving behind her. That must have been the silent signal.

As I put my hand on her, and started to move behind her, she moved backwards, putting her ass firmly into my groin and grinding ever so slightly. I squared up behind her and moved my hands around her waist and then upwards until I was cupping her breasts through her halter top, feeling her say “Mmmmmm… ” as much as hearing it. As I cupped her breasts, she ground her ass into my groin more firmly, feeling me stirring, her hands reaching behind her to pull us closer together, her head lolling back on my chest.

Her breasts felt wonderful, but that halter top was in the way… so I moved my hands down, reached inside it, and started to lift it up and over her, feeling her hands leave my sides as she raised them, letting the halter come off of her, her breasts open to the air, nipples fully erect and feeling very firm as my hands and fingers explored and caressed them. I felt her hands reaching behind her, pulling me close again, and then reaching for the waistband of my shorts, finding the button that held them, undoing it, her hands grazing me as she worked the zipper, pushing them down, shorts falling to the floor.

As she worked, one of my hands kept playing with her breasts and nipples, while the other lazily moved down, grazing her groin, moving back up, slipping a finger in the waistband of her shorts, then another, my middle finger reaching to her sex, grazing her clit and making her moan softly, and then her hands reached for my briefs, pushing them down, my cock springing free into her hand, feeling her squeeze me firmly, with a grip I wouldn’t have credited her with.

As she did, I let my finger graze her clit again before firmly pushing her shorts and panties down, feeling them fall off of her, my engorged cock moving between the cheeks of her wonderfully firm ass, and then her hand was back, guiding my cock, moving it between her legs. Her feet shuffled slightly, making a bigger opening between her legs, and then her fingers were moving my cock across her slit, picking up her juices. I could pick up her scent, and if we weren’t both already in overdrive, her scent accelerated it.

Her hand then moved to my cock as I was sliding along her slit, and she bent over the kitchen table, guiding my swollen cock to her entrance, pushing herself back on me, urging me inside. When an amazingly sexy woman invites you in, never say no! So I lined up and slowly fed my cock into her waiting body, feeling her grunt slightly as my tip invaded her, followed by my shaft, as her pussy tightened around me, resisting, uselessly, and then seeming to pull me in, my cock soaking in her juices as I penetrated her.

I bottomed out inside her, feeling my tip just grazing her cervix and feeling her shudder just a little as I did. I stayed there for just a moment, reveling in the feel of her body, and then slowly withdrew almost all of my cock from her before slowly sliding into her again, my tip again just grazing her cervix and feeling her shudder slightly – but, I thought, less than the time before. I repeated the slow withdrawal and penetration, feeling her move her hips slightly, the tip of my cock brushing against her cervix more firmly this time, and feeling a sharp intake of breath from her, followed by what felt like her consciously relaxing.

We kept up that slow rhythm for a few more in and outs, and then we both started to speed up, with her thrusting her ass back towards me as I was sliding into her, making little noises as my cock found her cervix again and again. I was trying to be careful, because I’d heard many times how uncomfortable it could be for a woman to have her cervix banged into, but Cece seemed to enjoy feeling me brush against it.

As we ramped up, Cece wound up with her chest on the table, her breasts flattening as I pounded into her from behind. And while I was in pretty good shape, my legs weren’t going to be able to keep it up as long as I wanted. So I started to lift her off the table, and to turn her in the direction of the hallway that led to the bedrooms, all while managing to keep myself solidly planted inside her. It would have been a hell of a sight if anyone had come to the open door – the two of us having sex and shuffling down the hallway, Cece almost doubled over but managing to shuffle her way there.

We made it to the bedroom, and I guided her to the bed. We managed to stay coupled as we moved on to the bed, and wound up in the classic doggie style position, which I took full advantage of – no longer sliding in slowly, I was now slamming my engorged cock deep into her amazing cunt as fast as I could, and she was thrusting back for maximum penetration. After a few minutes, we were both covered in sweat, and managed to move to the classic missionary position, which also allowed us to actually see each other as we fucked.

The details of the next bit of time are a bit hazy, but I think we broke apart just long enough to 69 each other – she seemed eager to get my cock into her mouth, and sucked me with an amazing amount of skill – she almost made me cum, which is really hard to do orally. For my part, my mouth quickly found her sex and her clit, lapping away at it while resisting the urge to fill her mouth with hot semen. After a while, we moved off each other, and I started to kiss and suck my way up to her nipples, stopping when I reached them to admire how beautifully shaped her breasts were, and how hard and erect her nipples were. Slowly, I tongued them and then took them in my mouth, sucking gently and then harder, feeling her stiffen under me, one of her hands in my hair holding firmly in place, then moving my head to guide me as I sucked one of her breasts into my mouth, rolling it around, biting down ever so gently and hearing her moan “yesssss… ” as I did.

After what seemed like an instant on those gorgeous breasts, she pulled my head to hers and our lips found each other at last. Gently they met, in no hurry at first, we grazed lips, then kissed, just a short, quick one, and then grazed again before kissing again – only this time we didn’t break, our lips parting, tongues exploring, meeting, dancing, all while we rearranged on the bed, Cece pulling me to her, her legs opening, the tip of my cock finding her beautiful flower, effortlessly sliding into her, and then we were kissing and fucking and kissing harder and fucking harder and on and on.

As our bodies merged and crashed into each other, I moved one of her legs over mine, which let me get just a little deeper into her, driving both of just a little more crazy, which we ran with for a while, before I moved our legs again so that we were now sort of scissoring each other, Cece almost on her side, me astride her, allowing for amazingly deep penetration. We took full advantage, Cece’s eyes widening at how deeply we were able to connect, the shaft of my cock rubbing her cervix on each thrust, making her grunt softly each time.

We could both feel the other building and cresting, and Cece’s hand closed on my hip, her trim fingernails digging in, urging me deeper, my body doing its best to oblige, my cock engorged, ramming deep into that amazing feeling body of hers, rubbing her swollen clit as I did, feeling her tip over as her orgasm claimed her and washed over her, that glorious cunt spasming on my cock, trying to pull me in even deeper, sending me, in turn, over the edge.

And as she came, I could feel cum boiling up inside me, racing down my shaft, exploding in jets of hot, white, sticky ropes of semen, painting the inside of Cece’s womb, filling her with my seed, shouting something as I came, her hands pulling me in, holding me deep in her as I pumped semen into her, feeling her milking me for every drop, finally running out, collapsing on top of her, both of us in that daze of orgasm.

I had no idea how long we were there, and we started to recover at about the same time. Somehow she had moved so that she was now on top of me, her beautiful breasts hanging over me, nipples still engorged, elbows supporting her chin.

“Mmmmm. Did that really just happen?”

“Mmmmhmmm. Yep, you really did buy a car from me… ”

She laughed, and came back quickly. “Oh, so the sex was just a dream. Too bad… ”

“A hell of a good dream, if that’s what it was,” I said back.

“I don’t suppose you’re snipped?” she asked with a low chuckle. “Because we sure didn’t stop for anything.”

“Nope. I don’t suppose you’re on anything?” I was still in such a post-orgasmic state I didn’t much care.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t tolerate them well. Guess I should prescribe myself a morning after pill… ” She laughed softly.

“Let me guess – you’re in that fertile zone?” Hey, I had a son, so I knew at least something about it.

Another laugh. “What, you couldn’t tell by how horny I am?”

“Well, we didn’t exactly stop to take the time to talk through it.”

As we were talking – murmuring, really – we were kissing in between. And it was pretty clear that at that instant, she didn’t much care either.

“That’s true… And yeah, this is my most fertile period. Don’t worry – I’ll get the morning after pill later today. Just glad I don’t have to ask a friend to write the script for me,” she said wryly.

She sighed. “Figures. I leave Friday afternoon for three weeks.”

“Free tomorrow night at all?” I’d be down for a repeat – and perhaps a drink and food beforehand.

“Not really.” She sighed, and then smiled. “Oh, fuck it. Yeah – on the late side, though – like 9?”

“Sure. I’m pretty open. Here? Boulder?”

“My house – I’ll have to kick you out early, though – ride to airport will be here at 10, and I’ll have a lot to do in the morning.”

“Easy enough. Meet out, or just at your house?”

“House, definitely. I’ll be running around all day.”

“OK, just text if you’re too wiped out.”

She laughed. “Oh, I’ll be wiped out. But this… this’ll help.”

As we were talking, I could feel drops of our combined juices leaking out of her and running on to me. The sheer sexiness of it had me stirring again, and she felt it, too. Then she looked around for a clock, and found one.

“Oh, shit – it’s 12:30! I have to get going – I have a shit-ton of stuff to get done.” She started getting up, and as she did a trail of fluid ran down her leg. She laughed. “Well, hadn’t counted on that!”

We got up and moving, recovering our clothes and dressing again, Cece refusing my offer of a shower. She gave me a quick kiss as she flew out the door and into what was now her car. She waved out of the window as she drove away, and then was gone.

After she left, I cleaned up some, texted the person I was buying my next car from, and marveled at how the universe worked. I’d just spent the morning madly fucking the woman who’d bought my car, someone at least 10 years my junior. We’d fucked without a word, and I’d put what felt like a gallon of semen (yeah, I know, probably 6-7 ml for real, but still… ) deep into her womb without even thinking to ask if she was protected. Curiously, even a few hours afterwards, the knowledge that she could get (be?) pregnant didn’t bother me in the slightest. Probably too soon to be worrying about it. And curiously exciting to think about, even if I’d said I was done with having kids. Weird! Maybe it was just the thought that she was carrying me deep within her.

The rest of that day was a blur – picking up the car I was buying, running through DMV, changing the oil in it, etc. I was meeting my son for dinner, and then was going to just hang out. I wound up meeting a friend of mine later – his plans fell through – so I got to blab about the whole experience. His only question was if she had any friends. I didn’t know, but assumed yes. His suggestion was to go prepared tomorrow night – as in, don’t just take a couple of condoms, but a whole new box. I had to ruefully admit it was a good idea.

The next day dragged, as you’d expect. I’m sure she was crazy busy, but I really wasn’t. So I went on a longish bike ride, worked around the house, and generally just killed time. We swapped a couple of texts – one from her wanted to make sure we were still on – duh – and the next asking if 9 was still OK. Yup.

So a couple of minutes after 9 I knocked on her door, and heard a muffled “Come in!” I walked in and was greeted by a neat and contemporary living room, complete with duffel bags next to the door. I closed the door, and after the click of it closing she entered the room through the hallway that I assumed went to the bath and bedrooms. I hadn’t brought anything, contrary to my friend’s advice, and she came over to me and gave me a big hug.

“Really glad you could make it,” she said. “Been a crazy day, but I think I’m ready,” as she gestured at the duffel bags and backpack by the door. She gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then moved to the kitchen. “Still can’t quite believe yesterday!”

“Me too! Looks like you’re set,” I replied, somewhat impressed by how compactly she’d packed for 3 weeks.

“I am starved, though – did you eat?”

“Yep, but happy to join you – want to go out?”

“God no – do you like Thai? They deliver.”

“Sure, not a big fan of seafood, though.”

She poked at her phone a little bit, and then said, “OK, done – 10-15 minutes. I ordered for you – hope you don’t mind!”

“Thanks – nope, not at all.”

We went through some small talk until the food arrived, and she wasn’t kidding – she was hungry! The food was pretty good, and we just had water with it – which made sense when you knew you were going to be flying for most of the next day. She wolfed it down, sitting on her couch, and drained another glass of water. As we finished, she cleaned up quickly, shrugging off my offer to help, and turned most of the lights off, dimming the rest to create a very charged and romantic setting.

As she returned to the couch, she didn’t sit next to me, but straddled me, her chest almost in my face, and she wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me to her, her lips questing, then finding mine, her tongue gently exploring my lips, her hands in my hair, her breasts rubbing against my chest. I, of course, started to harden immediately, and it took me a second to respond, but I put a hand on the back of her head, holding it softly as we kissed, and my other hand wandered over her body – across her back, up her side, over her chest, back around, and she started to grind against me – which isn’t easy when you’re sitting on a couch!

She knew it too, and moved her hands to lift off my shirt, tossing it aside before returning to kiss me hard, feeling my hands in turn lifting off her t-shirt, revealing her naked breasts with their nipples fully erect, and then she was pushing me down on the couch and reaching for the button on my shorts, ripping it open, tearing the zipper down, pulling them down off of me, stroking my cock through my briefs as she pushed my shorts off, then reaching for the waistband of my briefs, gazing at the bulge my cock was creating in them, then hooking her fingers in them and pulling them down, letting my engorged cock escape, tossing my briefs away with one hand as she took hold of my cock with the other before staring deep into my eyes.

We locked eyes as we kissed, and she broke our lips apart, kissing and licking her way down my body, not hesitating when she got to my groin, taking me in her mouth, her tongue brushing and flicking against the bottom of my head, making me breathe in sharply before she swallowed me, taking me deep into her throat – farther than I would have thought she’d be able to, letting the tip of my cock slide deep into her throat, me expecting a gag reflex from her that never came. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, each time getting me just a little deeper in her throat until I could feel her nose and breath on my pubic bone – she had my entire cock in her mouth and throat. No wonder it had been so hard to not cum the day before!

As she sucked me, our eyes locked together again and again, only breaking off when she had my whole cock in her throat. It was an amazing feeling – but as good as it felt, I didn’t want to cum in her mouth. And she recognized how close I was, and started to back off some, at the same time that her hands came off of me and moved to her own body, pushing her shorts and thong down and off, leaving her gloriously naked in front of me. I started to move, but stopped when she put a hand on my stomach, and she climbed on top of me on the couch – which, luckily, was pretty big.

She slid her body up and down over mine, her hard nipples rubbing my chest, her sex sliding by my aching cock, feeling the heat radiating from her and getting lubricated by her juices. After a few passes, she sat up to straddle me again, and this time lowered herself onto my cock, guiding me with her hand to her entrance, and then lowering herself onto me. The feeling was amazing as her pussy swallowed my soaked cock, feeling her body stiffen and relax as she took my full length into her petite frame, her mouth opening as she took me in, eyes skyward, those beautiful tits hanging right in front of me. Now I could feel that she was at her most fertile, her fluid having that extra-slippery feel and thinner consistency of a woman ovulating.

She rode me on the couch, bobbing up and down on my cock, and then moving side to side and front to back. I could feel myself stirring her inside as she did, and it wasn’t going to take long for me to cum that way. I think she could feel it, because she slowed for a moment before starting up again. In the meantime, I reached for her beautiful tits and started to twirl them, feeling her gasp a little as I did, and felt her pussy tighten on me. So I kept it up as rode me, our pubic bones grinding on each other. I saw her take a deep breath and felt her start to shake from the inside as an exquisite wave of pleasure washed over her, taking her, feeling her squeezing me even harder and tipping me over in turn, both our mouths open in a silent scream as we came, my cum fountaining into her again, her hips slamming down on me to get every last bit of penetration, and I heard her cry out as her orgasm claimed her.

We stayed like that for a while before we came to, her reaching forward and the valley between her breasts deepening as they pushed together, her lips finding mine and kissing me gently before moving to my ear and whispering that we needed to move to her bed. I tried to stand up with her still mounting me and couldn’t. I probably could carry her if I’d already been standing, but no way from sitting. So we had to separate, and a trickle of white fluid started to run down her leg – until she scooped it up with a finger and then sucked it off in her mouth.

We made it to the bed, and started kissing before she stood up.

“Forgot. Water. Be right back.”

She came back with a pair of large water bottles and handed me one, opening her own and taking a deep drink from it. I followed her lead, and set it on the rug next to the bed. She had what looked like a Scandinavian style bed, low to the ground, so it was easy to reach.

Once we were a little more hydrated, we lay back on the bed on our sides, looking at each other. She was very easy to look at – clothed or naked.

She spoke softly. “You’re really handsome.”

“Thank you. I think you’re gorgeous.”

She smiled. “Thank you – I even believe it. Going to be around when I get back?”

I laughed a little. “Are you kidding?”

She didn’t laugh back. “No, seriously – will you want to go out when I get back?”

“I know you may not know me well enough for me to say this, but: duh.”

She cracked a smile. “What else do you like to do? I’ll guess biking from your body. Hike at all?”

“Yes on biking – how can you tell?”

She laughed. “Easy, just looking at and feeling your legs – a lot stronger than your upper body. And you have that look. And I might have seen a bike helmet at your house. But mostly your legs – they look like you’ve been riding a long time.”

“Well, that’s true! Used to ride to get around growing up, and been riding pretty much ever since.” I paused. “I’m fine hiking, but I don’t put myself in the extreme mode some people around here do. I had enough extreme in the Army. 31 miles up Pikes Peak in 10 hours with gear and weapon was plenty. And that’s not mentioning ranger and special forces school.”

Her eyes widened a little. “You hiked up Pikes Peak with all that gear? Wow. Never done it in less than 4 hours – and that’s the longer and easier route.”

“Well, I used to be in really good shape. And I think I was like 25 when we did it. Hurt like hell the next day!”

She’d reached out and started caressing my arm. “Here, lie on your back.”

I rolled to my back and felt her straddle me, feeling the heat and wet of her pussy on my ass, and she started to run her hands over my back, caressing me, drawing a groan from me.

“Ohmygod – that feels incredible!” It did, too – she was lightly grazing my back, which was one of my all time favorites.

“It should. Relax. Enjoy. I want to remember every inch of you.” She gave a short laugh. “Listen to me. Second ‘date’ and I want to remember every inch of your body.” She paused. “And it actually doesn’t make me feel weird.”

“Well, good. It shouldn’t. And if it makes you feel any better, I want the same thing. And then we can compare memories to the real thing when you get back. Why would it make you feel weird?”

Her hands continued moving, her short nails just barely contacting my skin. “Oh, I’ve been married and divorced already – pretty common. And it seems like I jump in with both feet before having a clue if the guy feels the same way. The last guy I hung out with blinked out when I left on my last trip.”

“Dumb on his part. But yeah, I’ll be waiting for when you get back. And is it any worse hearing it from a 45 year old man?”

She spoke softly. “I’d like that. I have no idea where it might go, but I like being with you. And it doesn’t hurt that you’re the best lover I’ve ever had… ” She gave a soft snort and shook her head. “Not that that’s hard. I haven’t exactly set the bar high on that one. Not for lack of trying.”

We moved to lie down next to each other.

I smiled at her, seeing her firm breasts and erect nipples, and felt myself turning on again. “Well, let’s do everything we can to make sure I stay there… ” And I reached to kiss her, seeing her eyes close as our lips made contact and as I caressed her breast and nipple, seeing her smile, letting my hand move down her body, along the curve of her hip, down her leg, back up, inside her thigh and feeling her legs open, reaching over and finding her clit, slowly stroking it as she moaned.

“Oh, that is good,” she murmured, as I continued to stroke her clit. Lightly – but not too lightly. And slowly, picking up a little speed and feeling her react. I added a little more pressure, and felt her moan as I did, adding a little more pressure and then hearing her say, “Perfect – just like that.”

I kept up ‘just like that,’ and Cece started to writhe under my fingers, not wanting to move herself off of them, feeling such intense pleasure. It didn’t take long at all before her body shook in orgasm, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She let out an “uuunnnnnhhhh” sound as she came. I slowed and stopped as she came back down, feeling her body still vibrating. She took a little while to calm down, finally finding my eyes with hers and mouthing “thank you.”

I moved over and snuggled her next to me, her head on my shoulder, one of her legs over mine, and felt her doze off. For my part, I felt strangely contented and… connected. It had been really nice to hear her ask if I’d be there when she got back, and that she’d like it. And that I was her best lover ever. All very flattering, to say the least. And for my part, I felt a lot more connected to her than I would have thought possible. And how random a way to meet someone, right?

We spent the night alternately dozing and creating madly passionate arabesques with our bodies, each making the other orgasm over and over, her urging me to cum in her over and over. And I did. Five times in total if I’m remembering it right. And surprising myself by reveling in the knowledge that there now probably billions of my sperm in her, all mindlessly seeking out just one thing, with a tiny part of me actually hoping one made it. And caught myself – holy shit! Really? And, yeah – really. Not a big part of me, mind you, but a tiny part.

We were both sleeping after our last round of my fountaining into her when an alarm went off – in the living room, where we’d left our phones in our lust. She tried to move, and looked pretty stiff, so I said I’d get it and found I was almost as stiff. I managed to retrieve it and handed it to her, falling back onto the bed. She hit “snooze” and turned to me, her face a little puffy from sleep, a rim of dried sweat around her face. She looked… amazing.

“Damn,” she said softly. “I didn’t want that to end. And I have to get up in a few…”

“I know what you mean… three weeks is going to feel awfully long. But think of how sweet it will be when you get back.”

“True… Damn it! Why do I always meet an interesting man before running off?”

I reached for her face and held it gently. “Hey. I’ll be waiting.”

She looked at me very intently for a moment. “Yeah, I believe you.” She kissed me softly. “OK, now I have to get up. If I can.” As she did, a stream of semen worked its way down her leg, making her laugh.

“Well, you did tell me to cum inside you… ”

She nodded. “I will always tell you that. I love how it feels when you cum – I can feel it get warmer inside and a little more pressure. It’s awesome. Gotta remember to add morning after pill to my list.”

I was curious. “Is that sustainable for you? I mean, you’re the doctor, but is it OK to just keep taking them?”

I think she was touched by my concern. “Oh, it’ll be fine for now. I’ll talk to my friend before I get back – she’s an ob/gyn – and figure out something. No way do I want to ever have to use a condom with you!” She kissed me.

“Y’know, that’s one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard.”

She laughed. “True, too! OK, let’s find your clothes. It’s a good thing I can sleep on the plane!”

We found all my clothes and I got dressed as she pulled on a robe. She walked me to her door and kissed me passionately.

“I’ll be waiting for you… ”

She smiled and kissed me again. “I know.”

And with that, I was out the door, walking a little slowly and stiffly to my car.

And as I drove home, she texted just to say “See you soon!”

The three weeks went by kind of slowly. We were able to email, but not text, and she was so busy she didn’t have a lot of time. But it was fun staying in touch, and seeing a couple of pictures of her at work, visiting other local doctors, having dinner with people, etc. And one time, she emailed just to say, “Not pregnant. Thought you’d like to know.”

I replied back, “Thanks. Must need more practice.”

She replied, “Definitely more practice… ”

We’d flirt a little bit, but I was mindful of how busy she was, and so didn’t mind the gaps. I also felt a lot more… secure. Like I knew she’d be there, and that she knew I’d be there. And so we counted down the days.

I would have picked her up at the airport, but the group that she was working through had arranged for all transportation. She texted when she landed and just said she’d text when she was home.

She texted a little later. “Can we just say about 7? Gotta go to food store.”

“You bet. See you then.”

So I showed up promptly at 7, and she flung the door open and threw her arms around me.

“Wow is it good to see you!” she said, holding on as tight as it felt like she could.

“And you too. I missed you… ”

She let her arms go and pulled me down to kiss me, hard.

“OK, let’s get inside!”

“So tell me all about it! I know I got some in email, but how was it?”

She sighed. “It was good, but I think I finally realized how… hopeless it is. Tilting at windmills – corrupt government, way too many people to try to treat with barely any supplies, not enough time to actually teach the docs much… I’m supposed to go again in six months, but might not.”

“When would you have to let them know?”

“Oh, about 6 weeks out, so they can get paperwork done. Pretty easy considering what we do.”

“I think what you’re doing is noble. Tilting at windmills is about right… ”

“Thanks. It just felt really futile. And I think more of me missed you than I realized. That was… hard and surprising and wonderful. Bittersweet. Better now – part of me didn’t believe you’d be here.”

“Ha. But I get it – sounds like history hasn’t been on your side.”

She laughed softly. “Yeah, you can say that again. Went out with a guy for a couple of months – not days – before my last round. And never saw him again after I left, even though he’d said he’d wait. And yeah, that one was a month, but still… ”

“Well, sorry that happened, though selfishly I’m happy.”

She grinned. “Well, so far, I’d say it’s worked out for the best. Like a drink?”

I nodded. “Yep – whatever you’re having.”

She laughed a little and bounded into her kitchen, pouring a pair of vodka tonics with lime. Big wedges of lime, in fact.

“Thanks! Welcome home!” I said, and we toasted. And then kissed. And it was… magic. We parted, our eyes still dancing with each other, and I just said, “Wow.” And leaned in to kiss her again.

She kissed me back. “I missed that. Together twice and I missed kissing you the whole time I was there. I feel like I’m back in high school.”

“Kinda fun, isn’t it,” I asked, kissing her again.

“Yeah, it actually is… So. Before we disappear into the bedroom, there’s a ‘welcome back’ party tomorrow night. Like to come with me?”

That was easy. “You bet. Whereabouts?”

“My friend Maggie – she prefers Mags – is having it at her house in Park Hill. It’ll be a lot of people I work with, and some of Mags’ friends too. She’s been kind of a mentor to me so far.”

“Easy. Used to live there. Anyone I should keep on eye on?” meaning ex-boyfriends and the like.

She laughed. “Probably just Mags – she told me if I got tired of you she’d be happy to take over. I told her I’d let her know.”

I laughed. “Well, if I get a vote, tell her not to get hopes up!”

Cece nodded. And then leaned forward to kiss me again, and then stood, her hand extended to me.

“Come on. Let’s get to bed.”

I stood. “OK!”

We went down to her bedroom, and slowly stripped each other, savoring each piece of clothing as it came off, with much kissing and caressing as we did, eventually ending naked before each other. I slowly lowered her to her bed, lying on top of her, propped up on my elbows, and we slowly kissed.

We took our time, which I found somewhat surprising, and when we coupled with our eyes locked on one another it was heavenly. Feeling her take me in, me slowly entering her and feeling her heat and desire and wetness, kissing softly, our eyes locked on each other – it was unbelievably hot and sweet at the same time. She took all of me into her petite body, moaning softly as I bottomed out in her, and we both smiled after she moaned, which had the ironic effect of breaking our kiss.

We started to rock back and forth, still smiling at each other, and I started to slide out before slowly re-entering her, repeating that a few times and loving the feel of her well-lubricated velvet sheath encasing me in her warmth. I think we both wanted it to last forever, which is why we started so slowly, and kept going so slowly for so long. Eventually, though, we started to pick up the pace – I couldn’t tell you if I started speeding up or if she did – until we were fucking madly.

It didn’t take long for our first orgasms to claim us – it had been three weeks, after all – and I think I started to orgasm first, feeling a primal urge to shoot my cum into her. And as she felt me tip over and yell out and then start to shoot jet after jet of my warm semen into her, she cried out and tipped over, exquisite waves of pleasure washing over her and I felt her sheath tighten on me even more, milking me for every last drop of semen she could claim. And with three weeks to make up for (I hadn’t gone out with anyone while Cece had been gone), I had plenty.

We took a while to come back down, and I could feel her legs wrapped around me start to relax and then lower themselves to the bed. I lifted my legs up, and Cece moved her legs together, keeping me inside her as she did. That was a great feeling – and let her legs relax, which turned out to be a good thing.

It wasn’t long before we were back at each other, and this time I managed to move her to lie on her stomach, letting me get just a little bit deeper into her. I admired her leanly muscled back, and really loved her ass – it was wonderfully firm and compact. She seemed to like it as a position as well – I could feel her get even more wet as I rode her, and could hear and feel her moan softly as I thrust inside her and felt her stretching to take all of me. One of the other things I (somewhat selfishly) liked about it was that it made it easy for me to cum – I’d spent so many years working on holding back that it was easier to hold back most of the time than it was to cum.

So I was a little surprised but delighted when I felt her tip over and start to shake from her very core just as I felt myself go. I came hard, and if it wasn’t as intense as our first orgasm together that was OK – a more relaxed and sweet one as I again filled her with my warm white cream, hundreds of millions of tiny sperm on a single-minded one-way mission, her legs squeezed together tightly to help keep me inside her, finally slowly relaxing, my cock slipping out of her, and then she was rolling to her back, legs together, and pulling them toward her chest in the position that was supposed to help sperm stay inside and find the treasure they were seeking.

She stayed like that for a minute or two, and then seemed to realize it, chuckling and lowering her legs back to the bed and turning on her side to face me.

“Ohmygod… you’d think I want you to get me pregnant! Sorry about that – wasn’t even thinking.”

I chuckled. “Gotta admit the thought is sexy as hell… but we should probably go out a little longer before approaching that decision!”

She laughed. “Oh, yeah, I know you’re right. You just make me want it.”

“It’ meaning getting you pregnant? Or meaning sex?”

She paused for a moment. “Honestly, both. And I can’t believe that with a man I’ve been out with three times. But my body wants you even as my brain is shouting out to wait.”

I laughed. “I can relate… and I’d say if it happens, it happens. But it probably would be good if we knew each other better, no matter what our chemistry says. Even if it could already be too late… I’m not sure anyone has made me cum as much as you do.”

She laughed softly and looked pleased. “Well, that’s one of the most… erotic things I’ve ever been told. Good. And no, not too late – modern medicine and all. Meeting my ob/gyn next week to see if there’s anything I can use that won’t throw me out. I’ll let you know. But in the meantime – let’s not change a thing.”

“Sounds good to me, however selfish that is! Incidentally, if you want me to get tested for anything let me know – be happy to.”

She laughed again. “OK, that’s one of the least romantic but nicest things anyone’s said. I suspect you’re as healthy as you look.”

We started to talk from there, both of us sharing some background, families, interests, etc. – the stuff you usually do before deciding to have sex. And it wasn’t long before we got back to sex, her starting us off by sliding onto my chest and then starting to slide up and down, teasing me a little with her literally dripping sex before deciding to slowly take me into her. She took me into her and slowly and gently rode me, her eyes shining as she’d shift move slightly.

It was a great feeling, and different from how we’d usually coupled. She was working to move slowly as she straddled me, impaled on me, and she’d stop moving when she found a particularly good spot and stay. That let me revel in the sensation of my cock being planted in her, and to feel all the little micro-squeezes she was giving me – and getting back in return as my cock would twitch slightly as it felt her micro-squeezes. I put my hands on the top of her thighs and held them there lightly, enjoying this much slower dance.

She shifted slightly, and her face turned crimson as she found a particularly good spot. I could feel her squeeze me a little harder, and felt her get even more wet as she got even more excited. For my part, I was a little surprised to feel myself building as she stayed still, just letting our genitals do everything. And after another slight shift, her breathing quickened and she ground down just a little bit, which made her moan softly and then she quaked a little bit from deep inside.

For my part, I was now breathing hard and trying not to cum – I wanted to badly – trying to let her take all the time she wanted. Once I felt that quake inside her, though, and felt her amazing sheath squeeze me again, I realized I was going to lose it. I think she could tell, because she took my hands from her thighs and gripped them in hers, squeezing them tightly at the same time her core muscles squeezed me again and again.

Without even really being conscious of it, I started to shake as she tipped me over the edge, and I started to involuntarily thrust my hips upwards, trying to get into her even deeper, and feeling myself spurting into her again, crying out as I did, spurting again, thrusting upwards again, feeling her pushing me back down, spurting yet again, feeling the side of her cervix as I unleashed what felt like to me to be a torrent of cum, dimly seeing her smile as she felt that dose of warmth deep in her.

Eventually I stopped, drained, and felt her sitting on top me, keeping me deep in her. And eventually she slowly dismounted me, moving to lie down next to me and to caress my hair with her hand, snuggling against me, her body half on me.

“Mmmmmm… it was SO hot seeing you cum… ” she murmured into my ear.

I was still a little… shellshocked. “Unnnnhhhhhh… you can do that any time… ”

She nuzzled my ear. “Mmmmmm. I will… I could really feel you cumming. Wow… More!”

I had recovered enough to speak. “Oh, you can count on that… ”

“Mmmmm… good,” she murmured, and we drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the night was a mix of dozing off and waking up to have each other again and again. I don’t even remember how many times we’d wake up and couple – sometimes slowly and sweetly, other times animalistically, where I’d be just pounding her beautiful petite frame, each of us fucking the other as hard as we could. We woke up and I think we both realized that we were playing with two kinds of fire – one, getting pregnant, and two, falling in love. Yeah, after three nights together. How crazy was that?

But it didn’t feel crazy – I guess falling in love never does. Both of us woke up stiff and sore, and it took a little bit of work to get moving. We made it to her kitchen, and, laughing at how stiff and sore we both were, managed to get coffee and breakfast (scrambled eggs and pancakes, which made us both howl with laughter when some flour fell and powdered both of us). I’m not sure I’d ever had as a good a time making and eating breakfast as I did that morning.

As we were eating, she stopped at one point and put her hand on mine. “Thanks for being here when I got back. I don’t want to admit it, but I was really hoping you would be, and a lot more scared that you wouldn’t be. And that was new – I kinda had a gut feeling we were done when I left the last time – he was kinda distant, which was different. And I didn’t get that from you at all…”

“Well… I think you’re completely spectacular. And I can only tell you that I want to keep going out with you – yeah, I know we’ve basically been in bed the whole time, but I want to go out out with you. Do stuff. Go places. Meet your friends and you meet mine. And everything else. I know your schedule is nuts – that’s ok. And if you wake up one day and think ‘god, he’s 12 years older than me – what the fuck am I doing?’, just say so. I’d hate it, but I’d get it.”

She’d been looking at me intently during my little speech. “Well, thanks. And I’d say the same. Haven’t been with a guy who’s as thoughtful or caring. And age – you’re gonna get teased a lot tonight on that one! But I just don’t care.”

We made it through breakfast and I helped her clean, which she did amazingly quickly. I ruefully reflected on my own habits – which involved a lot of “I’ll get to it later” – and saw how much flour was still on us. Pretty comical.

“Shower?”

She looked at me, and then down at herself and laughed. “Yeah, I’d say that’s a good idea!” She led off back to her bedroom and into the master bath, pulling out a couple of towels – apparently she’d put all of them away for her trip. She started the water and waited until it warmed up, and then took my hand and put it in the stream so I could check temperature. “OK?” she asked.

“Nice! Let’s go.”

She had a oversized shower, which was really nice because we could both fit in and had room to move. I moved to lather her up, and she reached up and gave me a passionate kiss before breaking away to let me caress her with soap. And, once done, she did the same, before breaking off to shampoo her hair as I stepped out and toweled off. She followed after a few minutes, and I got to admire her naked body as she dried herself off and we got dressed.

“OK, can I drive to your house and then you drive down to the party? Supposed to start at 6, and I have a ton of stuff to get done.”

“You bet. I kinda figured you’d have a lot to do after being away.” I thought for a minute. Can you get to my house about 5 or 5:15? Should take about 40 minutes to get there, right?”

She nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” We’d been moving to her door as we coordinated, and as we reached it she pulled me to her and gave me a soft kiss. “I’m really glad you waited… ”

I kissed her back, and said “Same!”

And with that, I was out the door and driving home. I actually took a nap when I got there – I was tired, even if exhilarated. I went for a bike ride, exercised my stereo (which means playing it very loudly) and then showered and shaved and dressed.

Cece showed up about 5:10, and looked great and tired at the same time. She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a navy blouse.

“Hey there,” she said. “I’m glad you’re driving – I’m kinda tired.” She smiled. “Definitely worth it,” she added.

“You bet. You look great, by the way. What time do you want to head back? Should we set up a signal so I know to start getting you out of there?”

She laughed. “I don’t re time – play it by ear. And tell you the truth, Mags will probably know before I do, and she’ll probably put an arm around your waist and tell you to take me home, and then give your ass a squeeze – she’s a little jealous. Her boyfriend broke up with her not too long ago – haven’t heard the story yet. Anyway, I’ll let you know. I assume it’s ok to stay at your place?”

I nodded. “Always. Don’t think me rude if I ask if it’s time to go – that’ll just mean I think you look ready to go.”

“Thanks. I think I know you well enough to know you’re not rude.” She paused. “It’s nice – having someone who is actually trying to look out for me. Not used to that.”

“Well, good. And yeah – I just don’t want you to think I’m trying to ‘control’ you.”

She laughed hard at that. “Yeah – no. Not a vibe I get from you at all. I have experience with that sort of guy – my ex-husband and one of my ex-boyfriends tried that.”

We were on the road, heading down to Mags’ house. Traffic was pretty normal for an early Saturday evening, and we got there a few minutes early. We had to park a block away – there were already a lot of people there. As we walked up to Mags’ big brick Victorian styled home, there was a knot of people out front and a big sign above the door that said “Welcome Back Cece!”

Even better, as we walked along the sidewalk and then up Mags’ walkway, Cece took and held my hand, and as we made it part way up the walkway the knot of people started to cheer. And as they were cheering for Cece, a striking looking woman emerged from the knot and wrapped Cece up in her arms, giving her a huge hug and “welcome back!”

I think Cece was a little surprised at her reception – she hugged Mags back and then she started introductions. The striking looking woman was indeed Maggie, who preferred “Mags.” There were a number of other people from work, who I was introduced to, Cece consistently introducing me as “Dr.” even though I had a PhD and JD as opposed to a MD. I was struck by how attractive a group it was – men included. And most everyone was either a MD or had a PhD, so titles were omitted.

It turned out to be a great time – Mags had had it catered, and the food was terrific. I limited myself to a single drink, and could see Cece flower and then start to yawn and then catch herself. She caught my eye and nodded – yes, time to start heading out. Everyone had pumped her for details about her time there and her thoughts, and she wound up giving a little speech of thanks and encouraging everyone else to volunteer to do something similar – to give back to the world. She was very good – she’d have made a terrific lawyer.

For her part, Mags had managed to corner me at one point, and, as Cece had predicted, put an arm around my waist. She leaned in so I could hear her – the party was in full swing – and said, “Cece’s crazy about you. Please be good to her – she deserves it.”

I just nodded. “I will.”

Mags laughed a little. “I know – I can tell. Glad you found each other, even if part of me wishes it were me.” She gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then said, “Come on – time to think about getting her home. She’s had a LONG couple of days from what I hear.”

I nodded. “Where’d she go?”

Mags led the way to the backyard, which was where the catered food and bar had been set up. Cece was deep in talk with a small group of people when Mags brought us to the group, and said, “Well, been a long few days for our chief of emergency medicine, and I think she could use some downtime. When are you back?”

“Wednesday,” Cece replied. “Thank you again – this was great.” She gave Mags a hug, and turned to the group she’d been talking with. “Thanks, all – see you back at work.”

And so amidst a chorus of good-byes, we made our way back to my car.

“So did Mags do what I predicted?” was Cece’s first question as we walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand.

“Well, she pulled me aside, and had her arm around me, and basically said to be good to you.”

She laughed. “Yeah, that’s Mags. Did she squeeze your ass?”

My turn to laugh. “Actually, no – gave me a quick peck on the lips.”

She chuckled back. “Yeah, that sounds about right too. Surprised she didn’t try more!”

“She wouldn’t have gotten very far if she had,” I replied.

Cece laughed again, her fatigue coming through. “Oh, come on – you gotta admit she’s gorgeous.”

“Oh, sure – she’s attractive. But I’m kinda enjoying time with another doctor.”

She smiled. “Yeah, me too. Glad you at least said she’s attractive. I think if I were a man I’d really want her.”

We reached the car, and I opened the door for her, drawing a “thanks!” as she sat in it.

I sat in the driver’s seat and started up, and Cece reached over and gave me a quick kiss. “Thank you – I’m really glad you were there.”

I kissed her back. “I am too!”

And we drove back to my house, Cece just about asleep. We made it in, and I pointed out bathroom, towels, etc. She just shrugged her clothes off and climbed into my bed, nestling herself into the sheet. I did the same and joined her, spooning with her and feeling her reach for my hand, closing it over her breast and holding it there. And pretty much the instant she felt my hand cupping her breast, she was asleep. I wasn’t far behind her, either.

I don’t think she moved the whole night – I woke up at 2:30 to use the bathroom, and when I returned she was in the same spot. I slipped back into bed, and snaked my hand back to cup her breast again, drawing no reaction. I slept until 7, and she was still out. I watched her sleep for a few minutes, just enjoying seeing her be so peaceful, and then slipped out of bed to the kitchen, making some coffee and an English muffin and read the news on my iPad. I moved to the couch and sprawled out on it, noodling on the web, and wondering if I should wake her to ask if she needed to do anything, and decided against it. She’d have set an alarm or said something.

It was 8:30 before I heard a sigh and the rustling of covers, followed by her feet landing on the floor and her padding down to the kitchen. I got up and smiled at her – her eyes still a little puffy from sleep, and she smiled as she saw me. I took her into my arms and hugged her close, feeling her arms go around me and squeeze me back.

“I didn’t know if I should have woken you up or not – and finally figured you needed the sleep. And it is Sunday… ” I said softly into her hair.

She nodded her head. “I was tired… thanks for thinking of it. Would you mind making more coffee? I think I just want to sit down. I must have been exhausted to not take advantage of you!”

I chuckled. “You bet – want anything to eat? I have eggs, sourdough english muffins, coffee, etc.”

“Would you mind doing scrambled eggs and a muffin?”

“Sure. Sit. Relax. It’s been a big few days.”

She gave me an appreciative look. “Thanks. Not used to it.”

“You bet. A great pity you’re not used to it… ”

With that, I started coffee, english muffins, and eggs, making enough for both of us. I put plates together and took one over to her, along with coffee.

She put her plate on the table and took my hands. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Happy to do it.”

She smiled and started eating – obviously hungry. She cleared her plate pretty quickly, and got up to get something the counter – a banana, which she ate between sips of coffee.

“That was great. Thanks. So… what should we do tonight?”

I chuckled. “I SO wanted to ask you that, but didn’t know if you had plans already, needed a night to yourself, whatever. Love to be with you – what sounds good to you?”

“I didn’t know if that’d be too presumptive. And I’ll take Tuesday by myself. Steak sounds good to me – you?”

“Sounds great. Text for time?”

She nodded. “That sounds good. Can we just sit for a minute?”

“That I can do.” So we sat on the couch, her nestled against me, and snuggled for a few minutes. She finally turned around, kissed me softly, and said she should get going.

She stood, and I walked her to the door. She looked a LOT more rested. “Thanks again,” she said softly, before giving me a soft kiss on my lips. “See you later.”

She headed for home, and I quickly did the dishes. It was the first night we’d spent together where we woke up more rested than when we started – we’d spent most – hell, almost all – of our time together fucking. Sometimes hard, sometimes tenderly. And while I missed it, I had to admit it had been incredibly sweet to sleep and wake up next to her. It felt like we’d been together a lot longer than we had been so far.

One thing that was sobering was my realization that she likely made more than I did – and probably a lot more. I did a combination of appellate consulting, which was pretty lucrative, and some consulting with the government on the Middle East and SW Asia – Iraq and Afghanistan, specifically, having served in both. I also occasionally guest taught at the Army War College and a couple of similar places. I wondered if the income disparity would bother her. It didn’t bother me, just struck me as an interesting piece of data.

Another element that I wondered about was our age difference. I was 12 years older, and while there were plenty of people in our area with similar or greater age differences, it always boiled down to the two people involved. I wasn’t worried – just curious. And I’d had to bet, I’d have bet she’d say something to the effect that a lot of the men her age were still growing up, or something similar. We’d see!

So we went out for steak that night, and spent the night at her house. It was a mix of torrid sex and hard sleeping – we were trying to find a happy medium. It was the same the next night, and she did indeed take that Tuesday to herself to get ready for her first day back at work. And once she was back at work, we developed a routine where we’d usually get together every other day or so – gave us both time to ourselves and time to recharge.

For my part, I marveled at how insatiable she was – and she even commented on our attraction. “I’ve never been with someone I wanted so much,” she said one time. “Or who wanted me as much.”

I’d chuckled. “Kinda wonderful, isn’t it?” She’d just nodded – and then proceeded to mount and ride me, a devilish grin on her face.

We went on like that for a few months, and got to the point where we just assumed we’d be together. We also figured out how to better balance our attraction to each other and love of sex with each other with sleep – that took some effort. And we finally said the obvious – “I love you” – to each other. And that added a couple of new layers – it seemed like we could fuck with even more abandon, and make love even hotter and more sweetly.

Along the way, we went to a number of social events from her work (being independent, I didn’t have them, and kinda missed them), and she’d glance at someone and then ask me what I thought. She worked with some very attractive people – male and female – and she’d hinted at an interest in some fun kinks – being watched, threesomes, etc., but we’d never moved on any of them. Probably smart – mixing sex and work could be challenging and fraught with peril.

We’d also played with the usual sex stuff – tying down, blindfolding, a few toys (which Cece said, laughingly, were good to get rid of), different places after christening every room in both houses, and some cosplay.

So I wasn’t totally surprised when, after another powerful orgasm for both of us, she brought the subject up.

“So… what would you think about having someone watch us? I know I’ve hinted, and you’ve made… encouraging noises, but is that something you’d be willing to try?”

“You bet – I’d love it. Sorry if that wasn’t clear. The obvious question, though – who? Someone we know? A random person we meet off the web? Would you want a man or woman? Couple? And would you want them to join in?”

“You would? Really? Oh, good!” She was genuinely excited. “I’d probably feel better with a woman – and probably one we don’t know. How do we start? Just put a listing on the web? ‘Wanted – attractive woman to watch couple fuck madly?”

I laughed. “Actually, that’s about it. Want to post one when you’re back from work?”

She pondered for a moment, and then jumped out of bed, walked over to her office, a trickle of cum running down her leg, and brought her laptop back.

“How about now?”

I chuckled. “Sure!”

She pulled up a blank Word doc. “Hmmmmm… Something like ‘Couple seeks attractive woman to watch?”

“Sounds like a good title… How specific do you want to be?”

Cece pondered a moment, and then started typing. “Attractive couple seeks attractive woman to watch and possibly join. 34F/46M. Professional, educated, discreet; seeks similar.”

She showed it to me. “What do you think?”

“Looks good – maybe add ‘HWP’ and ‘DDF.”

“Good idea.” She added them in. “Oh – ‘Boulder area.”