A Gift in Disguise Ch. 03

She arose and took my hand. I stood, unashamed of the erection. She led me back to her son's room, the supposed guest room, where we had fucked before. As she closed the door behind us, it was as if the doctor had been left in the hallway and I was trapped in the bedroom with the very horny mature woman.

"You'll be much more comfortable if you take off all your clothes." Her voice was thick with desire now. I did as she suggested, commanded really.

That was her signal. "Now, Tommy, lay back on the bed. Mommy wants to show you something."

I assumed she was going to turn on the DVD and play something when she clicked the remote control, but instead, the room lights dimmed and was filled with soft music. I could still see her clearly.

As she had before, she asked, "Do you like my dress?" This time her voice was far more seductive, and she didn't wait for me to answer. "It's a special dress I wore in my younger days teaching dance to the men at the CFNM clubs in Europe. Actually, baby, I didn't wear it teaching. You see, some of the clubs were not where horny women could come to jerk and suck off horny young men. The were clubs where women came to be seduced by other women."

Now she was swaying and moving seductively with the music, lifting her arms above her head so I could clearly see the hair under her arms.

"I'm bisexual, Tommy, but I'm sure you already suspected that. I was one of the young women who danced and did more for those women who preferred sex with women. I was very good at what I did, and I was very selective about the women I fucked and sucked. This dress, or others like it, drove them wild. It's called a 'shrug' dress. Can you guess why it's called a 'shrug' dress, baby?"

I couldn't take my eyes off her sensuously moving body now. The dress teased but revealed very little, yet I could barely restrain myself. Kim had read me perfectly, and just as I reached for my cock to begin stroking it, she gave a shrug of her shoulders and quickly but gracefully and enticingly extended her arms to her sides and then down. In an instant, the dress fell quickly and completely to the floor, revealing her nude body beneath it. The instantaneous transition from fully clothed to nude almost made me cum on the spot.

She continued her sensual dance, just out of the reach of my hands but not my eyes. Her earlier comments about her return to youthfulness echoed in my mind, and I stared unashamedly at her breasts. They were large for a woman her size, and I'd never considered what she referred to as their sagging as being in any way unattractive. Though large, they were perfectly shaped. Her nipples were full and extended and pinkish, pointed ever so slightly upward from her slightly mounded areolas. Yet as I stared, I saw she was right. It was as if the skin around them had tightened and lifted them up.

Though her naked body still had mature fullness, her waistline seemed narrower, her thighs ever so slightly thinner, and her hips a bit higher. She had restored muscle tone and lost matronly fleshiness. It was there, but it appeared perfectly natural.

Now she moved closer to me. My eyes devoured her body with such intensity I could almost feel the hair on her legs, pussy, arms, and pits touching me. And then in an instant she was on top of me, her much smaller frame pinning my body down as she kissed me wildly, wantonly. Her sounds and movements were animal-like, unrestrained, completely hedonistic. Her rubbing, thrusting, and groaning told me she was enveloped in our lust. I allowed and enjoyed her being on top of me since her being in control seemed to excite her. It was almost impossible to imagine that this sexually eager and unrestrained woman on top of me was also such a renowned neurocardiologist.

After allowing her to achieve her own crescendo of excitement, I rolled her off to one side and was unable to resist burying my face in her armpit. She gave a surprised yelp at my own forcefulness and as my left hand reached over and cupped her breast while the right glided down from her navel to her pussy. My own sounds, deep and growling, vibrated through her body like thunderclaps. Her rapid heartbeat drummed through her ribs and against my lips. I pinched and pulled one nipple between a thumb and forefinger while my other hand became deliciously entangled in her black, long pussy hair. Her writhing only intensified both our pleasure. I slipped two fingers into her hot, wet pussy and pushed downward on her clit with the palm of my hand. It was elongated, pronounced, much more than before. She bucked feverishly to encourage my actions and control them as well. Her arms thrashed wildly, slapping against her own body and mine. She tried to speak, but her words came out as unformed sounds punctuated by screams and moans of unbridled pleasure.

I started to roll over on top of her, intending to get into position to fuck her. But as I rolled toward her, she rolled away from me and up onto her knees. With her face buried in the bed, her ass was in the air, begging me to take her from behind.

"Doggie-fuck me, Tommy!" she screamed. Her language, so uncharacteristic of the otherwise professional neurocardiologist, excited me into a sexual frenzy.

I reached down and spread her legs a little wider apart. Her pussy was engorged and beckoning, dark red, and wet. Instead of putting my cock into her, I pushed it between her legs then lifted it up against her pussy. I saw her eyes look toward it. From her perspective, it must have looked as if she had grown a fully-erect cock. She pushed her ass hard against me, which gave her the appearance of my cock elongating and extending even further from her. Her movements and sounds told me she liked the effect.

With her right hand, she reached between her legs and began stroking my cock. At the same time, she rotated her pelvis slightly so my cock was at the same time rubbing against her clit. She was masturbating both of us at the same time. In only a few seconds I began to feel the point of pleasurable pain of orgasm forming back in my loins, and I knew that if I allowed her to continue to stroke me, I would cum.

As if she could read my mind, or perhaps our brains were so in synch she, too, was feeling her own orgasm welling up, she moved my cock so the tip was at her hot, wet opening. Then she moved her ass back and guided me into her ... or perhaps impaled herself upon me.

Both of us expected me to start pumping her from behind, but for some unexplained reason, I reached around her with my left arm, placing my left hand over her right breast. I put my right arm around her waist and then while holding her tightly with my arms, and she holding my cock tightly with her cunt muscles, I rolled us both over. I was on my back on the bed, and she was on her back on top of me.

Her cunt muscles tightened even more, holding me as securely in her as my arms were holding her to me.

With my left hand I began gently but firmly pinching and pulling her right nipple. I slid my right hand down to her pussy. I scissored her lips, filled with my cock, between my index and middle finger so my palm was on her clit and her cock-filled pussy lips were compressed between my fingers.

She shrieked in a combination of surprise and pre-orgasm urges. I felt the first onset of her orgasm as her cunt muscles began milking my cock, pulling me deeper inside her. Almost at once my own unrestrained orgasm released a stream of cum inside her. An instant later, her body first began its orgasmic palsy, and then it went rigid on top of me. A second later, the palsy changed to a prolonged vibration of her entire body as if every cell in it were in fully synchronized orgasm. Her pussy muscles, though, kept demanding my cock for more.

I heaved my body up, lifting her upward as well. I could not feel her weight on top of me, only the clasp of her womanly sex muscles around my cock, unrelenting.

Finally, as if on some unheard cue, our bodies began to relax. Occasionally we both would give a slight twitch as some lingering vestige of sexual desire surfaced again. After a few more seconds, Kim completely relaxed on top of me. Once again, I used my arms to steady her as I gently now rolled to one side, allowing her to slip off of me. With what appeared to be a great effort, she rolled onto her right side so she was now facing me. Her eyes were open but appeared unseeing. He face, the red of sexual release escaping, was completely relaxed now. After a few more seconds, her eyes blinked as recognition returned. She moved her lips as if to say something, but no sound came out. Then, her eyelids fluttered as if she was fighting sleep, a fight she lost only two or three seconds later. Her gentle, rhythmic breathing told me she was in the after-fuck sleep I'd seen before, a sleep that could last for hours.

I lay there a few more minutes just looking at her. It was as if her youth had returned before my eyes. Finally, I arose and covered her. Then I took my clothes into the adjoining bathroom and showered. After showering, I dressed and returned to the bedroom. She had not moved. I bent over and kissed her gently on her cheek, then left for home.

Far from being drowsy on my drive home, I was fully awake, my mind energized at the thought of Kim's CT scan the next day. Wasn't a man supposed to be fully satiated after fucking as hard as Kim and I had? Yet my cock began to harden below the steering wheel as I contemplated her scan on Saturday. But as quickly as the lingering tingle of our sex had aroused me, I became apprehensive. The CT scan was not a sexual setting but a sterile, laboratory test setting. It had been one thing to become aroused when I was the one lying on the scan table and Kim was digitally manipulating me, but tomorrow the tables would be turned. She would be the one with expectations, the need to be aroused and brought to orgasm. Would my "gift" somehow manifest itself in a way that she would cum, or would I simply be going through the motions of sexual arousal without fulfilling her? It was that doubt that kept me from getting the good night's sleep I sought, and it continued on my drive back to the CT scan facility on Saturday.

Lorraine and Kim had both urged that I must be on time for Kim's scan, so I made it a point to arrive about ten minutes early. I hit the buzzer button at the facility's locked front door. Lorraine greeted me warmly.

"Thank you for being early, Tom. It will give us a few minutes to talk," she said as she led me to a dressing room area. Anyone who has been to a hospital for an x-ray has experienced the usually closet-like areas where clothing can be removed to be replaced by a flimsy tie-it-in-back-if-you're-a-contortionist gown. This room was maybe one step above that. In addition to the hook for hanging the removed clothing, a board bench just wide enough to sit on to remove shoes, and a neatly folded cotton gown, this room had a couple of straight-back, metal frame, plastic seat chairs. There was another closed door, probably going into the CT scan room, and there was a whiteboard on the wall next to the door.

Lorraine motioned for me to sit in the chair.

"Jamie picked Kim up at her house and will drive her home after the scan. Kim said she told you how she will appear when you go in to be with her. Kim has been here for about an hour, and she's been on the scan table for about half an hour. She was concerned, rightly, that she was very sexually aroused when she awakened this morning, so she wanted to come down, if she could, to a normal state before you had any contact with her. She was afraid that her already being aroused would skew the test results. Remember, Tom, that when you go in to be with Kim, no one will be able to hear either of you, and only Jamie and I will be able to see both of you on the overhead camera. Also, remember that the scan is already being run on Kim. It will be running as you enter the room.

Do you have any questions?"

I looked at the gown neatly folded on the bench, then asked, "Am I supposed to wear that, or can I wear what I'm wearing?"

"It's completely up to you, Tom. I couldn't help but notice you're wearing fairly tight jeans today, so ... well, like I said, it's completely up to you."

I decided to pass on the gown. "Lorraine, I'm concerned that I might not be able to cause Kim to cum today." I explained the thoughts and concerns I'd had the night before.

I was grateful Lorraine was so understanding. She neither smiled nor laughed, only said, "Tom, I can assure you that will not be a problem. Like I said, Kim was exceptionally aroused when she arrive, and we had to let her lie quietly to try and bring her down before the scan. Still, I'm concerned she may orgasm so quickly when you touch her that her scans may be too brief. And you can be certain that you will become aroused, too, when you see Kim. That's why I think you should reconsider wearing the gown, and only the gown, and you should tie it in front, not in back."

Looking at Lorraine's face, watching her eyes drift to my obvious erection, I could hardly tell if her advice was clinical or from lustful wishful thinking.

"Regardless, Tom, I'd suggest you prepare yourself and then go in to be with Kim. I'll leave now. Go through that door whenever you're ready. As I said, the scan is already running on Kim." Lorraine got up and left.

Lorraine's words and encouragement to wear the gown had the effect of bolstering my confidence. I stripped and donned it, leaving the straight opening in the front and tying the two ties, loosely. Though my erection was not popping through the opening, it was obviously tenting the gown in front.

I walked into the scan room and was jolted by what awaited me. Even though Kim had told me she would be naked and restrained, what I saw even in the presence of the medical scanning equipment, or maybe because of the sterile institutional environment its presence created, was unbelievably erotic. The scanning table on which she lay was quite low, so her prone body was at the level of my pelvis.

Kim was nude, lying spread-eagle on her back, her legs spread just slightly more than shoulder width so it was not uncomfortable. Her arms were horizontal and straight out from her body. There were padded medical restraints securing her ankles and also her knees to keep them from bending. Likewise, her wrists were loosely restrained. She could rotate her wrists, changing her hand position inside the restraint, but she could not pull her hand out or lift it off the table. There was a well-padded restraint just below her breasts holding her torso against the table. This had the effect of pushing her breasts slightly upward, making them even more prominent. And of course, her head was immobilized in the scanner. She could speak but not move too much.

I stopped in rather stunned silence just after entering the room and closing the door behind me.

"Tom, is that you?" she asked. Her voice was easy, comfortable, unstrained.

"Wow!" was the only thing I said.

I could see the smile cross her face, reflecting her pleasure at my verbal response.

"Are we alone?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"Good. Then please come closer. I want to feel your hands on my body. Are you wearing anything?"

"Only a hospital gown. Nothing else," I replied.

I walked to her side and stood over her so she could see me to the extent the scanning apparatus didn't obscure her peripheral vision.

"Touch me, baby," she whispered. "Sex mommy up and make me cum just like you always do."

I put both my hands on her waist, and then ...

"Tom? Can you hear me, Tom?"

I sensed that I was lying on my back on a soft surface. I could hear the voice -- it sounded like Lorraine -- but my vision would not focus. Neither would my mind.

"Tom? Wake up, Tom," that voice again. It was soft, no particular alarm or urgency, but still a bit forceful.

"Mmmm, huh?" I heard the sound come from within me. I knew my eyes were open, but I couldn't see anything other than a vague shape, and the sound didn't seem to be my voice.

"Okay, Tom. I'm here. You go ahead and rest some more."

The next time I opened my eyes, the shape near me was better defined and more recognizable. Lorraine.

"H'lo," I mumbled. This time I knew it was me talking.

"Hello yourself," she replied softly. "How are you feeling now?"

"Not awake," I responded. But even as I said it, I felt my senses coming back to me.

"I'm not surprised," she said. "But you're fine. So's Kim."

Kim. Hearing her name removed more of my mental cobwebs and clarified where I was and why I was there. I blinked my eyes a few times, and my vision completely cleared. My memory was another story, however.

"What happened?" I asked, realizing that I was no longer in the scanning room with Kim.

"First, Tom, let me ask you a few questions. What day is it?"

I recognized what Lorraine was doing, so I decided to try and shortcut her questions so I could get mine answered.

"It's Saturday. We're at the CT scan place. Kim was getting a scan, and I was supposed to make her orgasm during the scan. You and Jamie were watching from the room with the technician. I went into the room with Kim, talked a little with her, then touched her. The next thing is I woke up here. What's going on?" I didn't even try to conceal my irritation.

"Don't get upset, Tom. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. Clearly you are. But obviously you don't remember anything after first putting your hands on Kim's waist. Apparently something blocked out your memory of what you did to make her orgasm. You were more successful than either you or she probably expected you would be. In less than five minutes she experienced a super orgasm that lasted just over two minutes. It was so intense that she nearly ripped her wrist loose from one of the padded nylon medical restraints. Fortunately, her head remained restrained so we got an excellent scan.

She slept for quite a while afterwards. Once she was ambulatory again, Jamie took her home. I doubt Kim will feel like analyzing the scan images and video tomorrow, Sunday, but I'm fairly certain she will be looking at them early next week. Jamie's comment was that when you caused Kim to orgasm, it 'looked like a Fourth of July fireworks display' on the CT image screen. Even the CT tech thought something had gone wrong with her equipment. She told Jamie she'd never seen anything like it before. Of course, the CT tech couldn't see what you and Kim did on the video.

Just between you and me, Tom, while I was watching you doing what you were doing to Kim, it was all I could do to keep from going to the restroom and masturbating. I suspect Jamie felt the same.

Anyway, after Kim's orgasm had subsided, I came into the room and got you. I gather you don't remember that. Once I got you back into the prep room, it was pretty clear you were unable to function and focus. Jamie and I brought you into this room to recover. Then Jamie went back to the control room. They continued the scan on Kim until it was clear there were no remnants of the orgasm and no serious after-effects. Then they took her into a room like this one where she rested for about an hour before Jamie took her home.

You've been out of it for about two hours, but you seem to be getting back to normal now."

"So Kim's okay?" I asked with genuine concern.

"Yes, she really is okay. Even though her body's in great shape, she's going to have some muscular stiffness and soreness tomorrow from fighting the restraints during her orgasms. She actually had several in rapid succession. You continued to stimulate her, but it seemed to us at some point there was some sort of communication between the two of you, and you stopped stimulating her. After a few minutes had passed, I came and got you."