Anticipation is his
aphrodisiac, recalling
their last encounter.
Just thinking of her slow
disrobing as he pretends
not to watch makes him
hard and he has to be discrete
as he stands to usher out his latest patient.
He dismisses his unsuspecting
nurse, receives her alone
and she never questions it
as if to endorse, certainly
there's no discouragement.
He takes this as her complicity in their liaison.
He fears, in his excitement,
he will one day leave the
door unlocked as she climbs
onto the bed and into the stirrups.
It is the final pump of blood
to the ache in his groin as he
turns to see her waiting for him.
Legs wide as if to embrace,
moisture evidence of her arousal.
She is watching as he unzips
knowing already what's on offer.
No KY needed for this exploration,
she is dripping with desire and
comes as he enters, sucking him in deliciously.
A finger works her brittle clit
he watches the ridged vessel start to glisten,
pulling out her cum, unfolding her labia
restless around his cock. She is coming
again, rising and body-blushing. He likes
that she squeezes him, vice like, before exploding.
In the unromantic room they
root and rut, he grunts, she
squeals behind his muffling hand.
It's clinical, almost cynical, pure lust,
no strings and, afterwards, still
wet from her, he inserts the cold
speculum to explore her there once more.
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