Romancing Doctors

She knew, and clearly she wanted. Before I could move toward her, she slipped atop me underneath the covers, her short hair brushing my cheeks and forehead as she kissed me gently, her flesh warm and enticing as her weight pressed me nicely into the mattress.

Warm bed, falling rain, loving girl friend... The combination was more than enough to arouse me. She gently rocked against my growing length, whimpering softly into my mouth in that special way which signaled her own growing arousal. I soon felt her liquid love anointing me as the kiss lingered, deepened...

I held my mouth as wide open as possible, and her tongue dove deep into me. This was an act she seemed to enjoy more, for this was one way in which she could penetrate me, and with her long tongue, she could probe deep into my. I welcomed it because it was such an intimate experience to allow her so deep into my mouth, into my body...

My hold tightened. I squeezed her firmly, enjoying the feel of her breasts pressing against my chest. Her nipples were hard, little point attempting to burrow into my skin. I could feel her heartbeat, steady yet quickening, and I wondered if it would be possible for my heart to leap from my chest into hers...

Lifting her head away, she gazed upon me. With the darkened sky weeping upon the city, the bedroom was relatively dim for early morning on a Saturday. I somewhat wished that there were candles lit throughout the bedroom, or perhaps a fireplace casting its romantic glow, just to add yet another element of perfection to this wonderful morning...

My hand slithered down my Jyothi's back as she breathed warmly upon my face. Her eyes were closed as she focused on my hands. She had stopped rocking upon my solid sex and lifted herself up on stiffened arms. I took the hint, shifting a hand to her chest to gently squeeze a breast as my other hand continued to glide along her curves until finally, reaching over a firm buttock, a single fingertip brushed her moist womanhood.

Her gasp was nearly inaudible, but as I watched her face, her expression changed subtly. I smiled to myself, always enjoying these moments of foreplay, especially when I could tease her for a long time. She mewed softly as I slithered a finger into her body, her sultry sound a nice contrast to the long low rumble tumbling down from the sky. I gently rolled a nipple between my fingers, enjoying her deepening breaths and the loving expression in her half-open eyes.

"Lay on your back," I requested. "Let me just play with you for a while..."

With a small nod, Jyothi took her position on the left side of the bed. I rolled to my side, propping my head on a hand while my dominant hand gently stroked her underneath the covers, focusing between her breasts, touching as closely as I could to her heart. I wished that I could reach inside her, through skin and muscle and bone, to touch her heart directly...

She took my manhood in a small hand and gently stroked with her fingertips, carefully scratching me with her long fingernails. It felt good, and I twitched several times in response. Her smile was even warmer than the bed, drawing my lips closer until we kissed once more.

The rainfall increased in intensity, and another rumble descended from the sky. The wind must have increased in strength or perhaps changed direction, because the rain began to pelt the window, adding a new sound to the wonderful morning being spent with a wonderful woman.

Taking a meandering path, my hand moved slowly from her chest down the length of her torso. She and I both knew the ultimate destination.

"Please," she whispered as her hand wrapped fully around my dripping sex.

"'Please' what?" I teased, trying to hide the smile I felt curling the edges of my lips.

"Please... Inside me, please..."

I kissed her cheek. "Not yet," I said, my hand finally cupping her sex.

She began to move, humping my hand, and I knew that her need was definitely coming to the foreground of her consciousness. She squeezed my erection several times as she moved against my hand, looking at me with desire and knowing that I could watch her like this for a long, long time before finally sliding into her and making love to her.

"Please," she whispered again. "Before the rain stops, please..."

She had a point, for the rain no longer impacted the bedroom window, and its intensity had lessened considerably. But still I wanted to tease her, and dipped a finger into her sweet sex once again, producing a gasp from her which pulled at my heart. As she continued to move against my palm, I penetrated her repeatedly with that single digit, exploring the warmth and the wetness of her body, knowing that soon more than simply a finger would be enjoying the love I felt flowing from her core.

Several more times, she softly begged for me to make love to her, and I kept "ignoring" her. But finally, after a kiss to her neck, I lifted myself up and withdrew my hand from her body. Underneath the covers, her legs parted for me, her knees tenting the covers on either side of me as I positioned myself.

Yet I was not yet done teasing her. Instead of entering her, I purposely slid back and forth along her clitoris, sending visible shudders through her body. Her hand upon my hip relayed those tremors back into me, as if completing an electrical circuit.

And still the rain continued to fall upon the city.

"Please stop teasing me..."

That was when I finally pressed into her. Jyothi stopped breathing, her eyes widening, her lips parted, her hands both upon my hips as if helping to guide me into her. It was a wondrous moment for me to feel her body yielding to me, to feel her stretch to accommodate me as I slowly filled her. Without question, it is the moment of lovemaking her acceptance of me into her life, in the same way that she was once again accepting me into her body.

Distant thunder rolled across the sky again, and I feared that the rain would end before we did. I did not exactly set a slow pace, but my girl friend did not seem to mind -- perhaps because she also wanted this to come to completion before the rain stopped.

Last night's session at the club, the pace was fast and hard, my thrusts possessive and her sounds bouncing off the walls. But now, it was respectful and gentle, my thrusts varying in angle and depth to bring a variety of sensations to us both. Her hands were all over me, sometimes pulling me deeper into her body, sometimes feeling my heartbeat, sometimes cradling my face as I dipped my head to kiss her. This was a special moment of connection, enhanced by the morning rainfall and the dimly-lit bedroom and the warmth of the bed. This was more about communicating a mutual desire than about a primal need.

She pulled me flush upon her, my weight naturally pressing her into the mattress. Her gasp past my ear was thrilling, and I lunged into her body once again, faster and harder than before, just so I could hear that glorious sound one more time.

Another band of rain was washing over the city, for the intensity outside had increased. That was good, because I was not ready for this experience to come to an end, not yet. I slowed my pace greatly, grinding firmly against her before slowly backing out and then filling her anew. Her writhing, her scratching, her sweet sounds of delight were my reward, all wonderful benchmarks of her pleasure, and all that had ever truly mattered to me.

I tried to lift myself up, but she pulled me back upon her. Certainly it was hard for her to breathe with my chest pressing into hers as I made love to her, but clearly she did not care. Taking her head in my hands, I continued to move both within her and against her, cheek-to-cheek, my own breath reflected hotly into my face, trying to remain quiet so that I could better hear her soft squeals and her lengthy moans.

"Don't stop!" she breathed past my ear.

I did anyhow, purposefully teasing her yet again, stilling myself deep inside her. Clutching me tightly, she writhed beneath me, part of her certainly enjoying this teasing yet part of her wanting our intimacy to continue.

Before she could beg me to continue, I rolled us both so that I was on my back and Jyothi was upon me once again. The pace of the rain had increased yet again, and for the first time, she threw back the covers and rose to straddle me, allowing me to see her natural beauty for the first time that morning.

I offered her my hands, and she accepted. Stiffening my arms, I enabled her to use my hands as leverage to rise and fall upon me. She would rise slowly and fall quickly, each time with her liquid love sloshing around me and a shrill sound escaping past her lips. Her sex seemed to be perpetually clenched, pleasuring me to the point that I could no longer remain silent, groaning softly as she moved up and down my hearty length.

Even in the dim light, her wetness upon me seemed to glisten whenever she lifted herself up. I watched with great interest, still amazed that this woman had chosen to share her life and her body and her soul with me.

Releasing my hands, Jyothi braced herself upon my chest, her hair and her breasts swaying nicely as she continued to make love to me, quickening the pace. I repositioned my hands to help lift her, and that was when I felt the primal need start to overwhelm me. Yet I tried to hold back, to simply focus on this special moment, on this special woman, on how much she meant to me, on how my life was much better simply for knowing her, on how special she made me feel because of her love for me.

She called my name, and then her orgasm surged through her and around me. Her fingernails curled deep into my skin, and I groaned from the erotic pain. It was the pain which made me lose my internal battle. No longer could I hold back, my groan increasing in volume as I injected this wonderful woman with my love.

When at last she collapsed upon me, still shuddering and whimpering, I reached down to draw the covers over us once again. I held her close, bonding with her, comforting her, cherishing her, our combined love tricking from her body and onto mine. As the rain continued to grace us with its romantic patter, I caressed her back, and listened intently to her breaths as she calmed and ultimately slipped back into a peaceful slumber...

The next day was a Sunday and I had some chores waiting for me at home. As my brother was to arrive from Malaysia to settle back in India in a software firm, I had to get his quarter in the house organized and cleaned. He was elder to me by four years, had already married but childless so far. His wife was a homemaker from a small village. But after a stint at KL for two years, she had bloomed as a svelte socialite. But more of that some other time.

To make the story short, I was occupied the whole of Sunday with mundane affairs. That Jyothi too was posted for a community posting for screening the school children of a nearby slum for anemia made things easy for me.

The next day was my first working day at the college. I reached there by 8.45 AM. The college timing was from 9 AM to 4 PM from Monday to Friday. As I reached the Chief's office, I was greeted by my new colleagues, some of who were my teachers. I was particularly interested in a teacher, who was my favorite -- Dr. Coelho. She was a young recruit for our batch for teaching histology. That she was newly married, gave we boys lot of stuff to fantasize.

My thoughts flashed back to the days that I was in the anatomy class as student. Dr. Coelho, my favorite teacher was the youngest among the faculty and certainly was a hot piece. She was on every boy's wet dreams. She had a particular soft corner for me because I used to show up well in time for the class or lab and would always complete my assignments in time.

I would often sit in my lectures or labs dreaming and fantasizing about my lecturer. She's, to my estimation is about thirty years of age but no normal thirty-year-old. She's about 5,9"; the longest sexiest legs that are always topped off with luscious stockings that she repeatedly flashes just to check were all still awake. Her breasts are massive, topped off with the roundest, firmest buttocks a man could wish for in a women, also her long flowing locks of natural dark hair which curl round a face that makes me melt on the floor every time she looks at me.

One particular morning after the night before, I was in her lab class, which, I never missed because she was the basis of its appeal. She was looking radiantly fresh that morning like a lady who God had just put on this earth to make every man jealous that they couldn't have her or so I thought. She was wearing an outfit that looked as though she'd been poured into it.

Sitting there in my seat trying not to be sick as she reamed off facts about a person's anatomy. She went to stand up to go to the blackboard and as she did I caught a glimpse off her silk panties as she opened those long legs. With the event that I had just witnessed I let out a smile that could only have been described as that of a Cheshire cat, just as I did she made eye contact with me and could see only too plainly that I was pitching trouser tents in my combats. She seemed at first a little embarrassed but let out a smile to me that suggested completely the opposite and then got back on with her teachings about the anatomy.

After the lab had ended we were asked to sign the register for the class. I deliberately waited to be the last to sign it, so that I would then be able to go up to her desk and give the register back. I and a lot of my friends think I act like I'm jack the lad, so when I was walking up towards her desk I put on the best strut not knowing exactly what I was going to achieve by this but thought it might make me look cool in her eyes.

Setting it on her desk I looked at her and she said "you looked very interested in today's lab" sarcastically and laughed "if only my lesson was on biology, it might have had more appeal to you"

I just looked back trying to work out what she had meant and then the penny dropped. She stood up and walked over to the door shutting it and then proceeded to lock it in the process.

She then walked over towards me and with one swift movement at which I was completely at her mercy she kissed me fully on lips, a kiss that was filled with desire and such passion. Pulling away from me to see what my reaction was, one look at me and she new I was completely under her love spell that mesmerized me with wild abandon.

Slowly like a surgeon operating on a patient she slipped off her shirt which would reveal a sight that could only be described as legendary. Her breasts even larger and more perk than I could have originally anticipated. Her erect nipples were in direct competition with the bulge that had appeared in my combats. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground without any hesitation revealing a full set of matching lingerie that nearly made my pulsating member explode in my pants.

She then beckoned me to sit down on her seat, as I did so she leant over and started to straddle me. Then with ease unzipped the fly of my combats to release what was now a bulge that at any moment could have punctured a gapping whole in my combats. Like a bird sweeping in on its prey she started giving me head that could be summed up as heavenly. Stopping every now and then to glance at the expression on my face. I reached over her shoulder and tried unclipped the clasps that were holding in those perfectly formed breasts.

After a while of embarrassingly fumbling around the clasps freed themselves and released breasts that dreams are made from. As her breasts fell out of the bra cups her erect nipples brushed my thighs, that sent shivers of excitement up my spine and immediately delivered wad after wad of ropy jisim into her mouth. She mopped up every drop off cum of my shaft being careful that she hadn't missed a drop. Then she slowly pleasurably wanked me straight back to stiffness again.

Standing up and like a scene out of the hit film American Pie she teasing slipped off those silky thoroughly wet panties off. My eyes could have popped out of their sockets as I say how beautifully made up her snatch was. With just a slight tuff of hair shaped like a triangle just above her creamy slit it was too perfect for belief. I could feel how erect her clitoris was as I slipped my fingers in and out of her soaked honeypot. As I continued my nubbin rubbin to moans and grunts of pleasure I could tell she wanted to feel me deep inside her.

But I wasn't giving into her that easily and just as she had previously teased me I would now get my own back. Getting off the chair and kneeling in front of her I ushered one of her sexy legs up onto the chair that I had previously been sitting in. I started to tongue her gentle at first but slowly but surely worked into a rhythm until I was tongue fucking her.

She tasted so! Good as I worked my tongue in and out of her slit making sure that with each stroke my nose rubbed her love bud. She came flooding my face and tongue with love juice as with her I lapped it up as though I'd been in the desert for weeks and was only getting my first drink again. Her orgasm was earth shuddering sending waves of pleasure through her entire body from head to toe for what seemed like hours.

I got up from my kneeling position just in time watch what I could only describe ninth wonder of the world bend over her desk and beckon me to insert what was still my very hard love tool into her from behind. Her pussy was so wet still, that I slipped into her like a warm knife through butter. She said to me "I want it really hard" that suited me cause I was always a great fan of rampant animal sex.

This was even more intense than I could have imagined. Her moans of pleasure were drowned out by my grunts as I thrust in and out like a wild bull. She bucked backwards just as hard as I was screwing forwards, the momentum was nearly too much for me as I struggled at points to keep on gravity's good side. With one last jolting thrust like my life depended on it,

I felt her pussy tighten it's strangle hold it had around my shaft. We both came together with such a noise that our hard pounding session could have been mistaken for a space shuttle launch. Finally slipping out of her saturated pussy my once fully erect monster dwindled away to the only size that could have been called normality after a marathon session like that.

I got dressed and walked out of the lab after two hours of that extremely rewarding extra curricular activity. Embarrassed we both were when I reappeared for her class later on in the week both it didn't stop us smiling as we remembered fondly the memories of that day's wild passion.

I was brought out of the reverie by the applause that my colleagues gave as a welcome note. I was shown into the cubicle that I would use for the duration of my stay there. It was at the far corner of the histology lab. A thoroughly forsaken place as none would venture thus far except to take a shot cut from the rear to the lab from the main building.

Because much of the time it remained closed, none would take the risk of making a detour when they see that the gate was almost permanently shut. I settled comfortably there arranging in my mind the sequence of my lecture later in the day.

It was almost lunch time and so far there was no one to bother me. Not even Jyothy, who had not completed her school screening assignment.

"May I come in Sir?"

It was the same sweet voice of the innocent Rima. I turned around to see her. She was in a skirt and a sleeveless blouse. I could see the traces of her bra through the tight blouse that she was wearing, as there was no apron today to hinder the view. I told her to come in and be comfortable in the chair across the table on my right side.