Hugging Without Tongues

Why don't you just tell me you don't care anymore?

Turn Your Head And Cough

Mmmm, the yearly physical. A truly special event that involves being poked and prodded in places that don't really bear thinking about, on top of the indignities of a urine test, and wrapped with the big shiny bow of, Cough please. At least it's worth the morning off work.

As usual, the clinic in wildly overbooked, with appointments already running late at 1030. Your uniform ensures you some expediency, but still, you sit in an examination room for 10 minutes, staring blankly at the hideously graphic posters adorning the walls, before someone skips in to see you.

'Lieutenant?' A female voice addresses you from the doorway behind you. As you turn, 5"8 of That's What I Want For Christmas enters the room. This appt just got interesting.

'Good morning, Sir,' she addresses you, smiling - my God, those lips! - 'It looks like you've been caught in the usual overbooked and understaffed mess we call medical practice here. I wanted to ask you - are you happy for me get started working thru this medical, or would you like to wait for the doctor?It'll be about...'

She doesn't have time to finish before you jump, 'You'll be fine!'

She laughs, 'Someone's eager to get in and out. Okay then, shirt and trousers off, and I'll be back with the rest of the paperwork.'

You do as she asks, trying not to think to hard about her - there's nowhere to run or hide in just a singlet and jocks.

She returns quickly, snapping on a pair of gloves, and motioning you to stand up. 'I'm going to start with a basic physical examination, looking for any lesions, sun damage or other abnormalities. Is that okay?'

Those hands on your body? Why yes, Nurse, go ahead and then can we talk about marriage. 'Sure.' You manage to sound cool and collected - you're quite impressed.

'Awesome. Singlet off please.'

She starts with your hands, turning them over in her own, before moving up your arm to your shoulder. Pressing lightly on your shoulder blade, she moves higher, slowly examining your neck, and testing for the range of movement. Her fingers on your skin, even in the latex gloves are firm and sure, and the gentle manipulations are pleasant. You're relaxing into the sensation, and are shocked when she addresses you again.

'Just to run thru the usual questions, now: any health issues you've experience or become aware of in the last 12 months?'

You shake your head.

'Any major injuries which have affected your health?'

Another shake.

'Any illness, or exposure to infectious disease without proper innoculation or treatment?'

Wow. Who are these ppl treating? 'No.'

'Fair enough. Now, the everyday questions: healthy balanced diet?'

'Sure, why not?' You laugh. You have frozen vegetables in the freezer, and you drink wine, which is, essentially, fruit juice.

'How many drinks a week?'

You punt. 'Somewhere between 10 and 15?'

She notes this down, before commenting, 'No more than three drinks a day, with 2-3 alcohol free days a week is optimum... Of course, in the real world, as long as you're not passing out regularly, you're pretty safe.'

'Good to know,' you reply.

'Oh, the fun one,' she says, fingers running down your back. 'Do you have a current sexual partner?'

'Uh, no.' You're glad she's standing behind you, and can't see how obvious that is - starved for initmate contact, this physical has gotten you aroused to the point where your cock is straining in your briefs.

'Do you practice any high risk sexual activities such as unprotected sex, anal sex, group sex or homosexual sex?'

Oh my God, did she just run a hand across your arse as she said anal sex? And did your cock just twitch at the sensation?

'No,' you choke out, trying to shift your focus from the fact that nothing has ever felt as good as her hands on your arse and thighs.

She's running a hand over your hip, when she shifts enough to see your immensely hard cock. With slow deliberation, she raises her hand, before spanking you firmly.

'Dirty boy.'

You jumped about 8 foot of the floor, completely taken aback by the situation, but nonetheless still hard enough to cut diamonds with it.

Another slap, and she's massaging the skin to take the sting out of it. 'Are you hard? Do you like being touched by me? Do you like it when I talk about all these dirty, sexy things?'

Your power of speech is not forthcoming, so you simply nod.

In one swift movement, she's pulled your jocks down. You step out of them, and she leads you to the examination table, bending you over it. She's brushing your arse with her breasts as she bends around you for lube.

'Just breathe out, Sir,' she purrs. You hear the tube opening. Relaxation isn't high on your list of things to achieve rite now.

'Come on,' she coaxes, a hand on your hip, 'If you relax, this part of the examination can actually be quite... pleasant...'

Nothing doing, you don't care how attractive she is.

'Would you like me to help?'

Instinctively, you push back against her, the sensation of her uniform on your naked skin further arousing you.

You hear her uniform rustle, and suddenly, her tongue is running across your skin. Holy hell, the feeling is electric.

She's tracing patterns on the skin, moving in ever decreasing circles until, gently pulling your cheeks apart, she's using her tongue to tease your arse.

You gasp, completely taken aback. Part of you is almost revolted by this, but most of you is shocked by the arousal she's inspiring by this act.

Her tongue's moving with dexterity, stimulating you to the point where your cock is aching. You press against the table for some relief.

Realising this, she shifts, and pulls you around, so you're leaning your hip against the table and, on her hands and knees, moves until she's in front of you. Making eye contact for the first time, she takes your cock into her mouth and gently, slowly, slides a finger into your arse.

You're pretty sure you've never been this tense in your entire life.

She laving your cock with her tongue, moving her mouth around you, and sliding up and down your length. The sensation is heightened by her stroking a well-lubed finger gently in your arse, allowing you plenty of time to adjust to the sensation before exploring further. Her other hand is playing with your balls, cupping and massaging them. You feel yourself relaxing, and her finger moves in deeper, just brushing your prostate gland.

You cannot suppress the yelp of pleasure that escapes you. This is one of the most intense sexual experiences you can remember, but you're enjoying it.

She's massages your prostate a little more firmly, while swallowing your cock deep down, and you arch, fucking her mouth as she shamelessly fingers your arse, and teases your cock. Another touch, and you're howling towards a mind-blowing orgasm, you cum shooting hard. She swallows, licks you clean, then stands. Stripping her gloves off, she pushes you onto the table, pulling her skirt up to straddle you.

She slides up your body, and tenderly settles on her heels, allowing your mouth perfect access to her pussy. She's not wearing knickers, and the view is improved further as she pulls her lips apart.

Eagerly, your tongue is on her clit, and it is her turn to moan. Your hands firmly holding her hips, you hold her still as you tease her, sucking and licking, before pulling her harder onto your mouth. She is squirming with pleasure, her fingers teasing her nipples in her lacy bra, and she's moaning as she grinds her pussy against your tongue. This is a girl who likes sitting on a man's face.

Your sliding your tongue into her, lapping up her delicious wetness, before returning to her clit. Sucking and using your tongue on it, you pull her against you firmly, unstopping until you feel that telltale shudder run though her. Her head arches back, and she's moaning, still squeezing her breasts. You continue to tongue her clit.

When she relaxes, her pleasure spent, she wiggles off you. Leaning over the table, she kisses you deeply, both tasting yourselves in the other's mouth. Dirty, sexy, and somehow rite. She rearranges her uniform, murmuring 'I'm happy to declare you fit for all tasks.'

You grab her gently by the wrist as she rebuttons her top. 'How about a couple of those 15 drinks, and we can really get into this physical?'

She leans close to your ear and whispers, 'Why don't you examine me? I like it when you watch...'