Romancing Doctors

It was a sort of homecoming for me. Returning to one's alma mater does qualify for the homecoming feel. To add to the excitement was getting back to the labs and departments that one had spent as a student.

It was a sweet surprise when the head of Anatomy Department in the prestigious medical college in Bangalore -- my alma mater - called me and asked if I was interested to take up a short term teaching assignment in his department.

I had recently passed out of my post graduation in anatomy from a premier medical institute in Delhi and had returned to home town for a well deserved vacation. I was planning to migrate to Australia to take up a teaching assignment in a university medical school. There was a gap of six months before I could join there for the next academic session.

The job that was offered in my alma mater was not well paying, it being an ad hoc appointment; nevertheless I agreed as it is always a thrill to go back as a teacher to the place where you were once a student. Rubbing shoulders with your former teachers in the capacity of a colleague is an experience that has a lot of initial hype.

It was also a learning experience to face the students in the classroom and labs. I felt that would give me lot of confidence to show strength and resolve when I reach my new assignment in Australia. I did have enough teaching experience when doing my post graduation. But then those students were very familiar and we had lot of socializing in the campus. I was more of a senior fellow for them than a teacher. I was not much known here, especially for the first year students, whom I would be teaching.

The chief had given me the schedule of academic activity for the next one month. He had carefully scheduled all his evening classes for my name, so that he could leave the place in the afternoon and enjoy an early evening at his club. I was measuring up the activities that I would be doing for the weekend.

My girlfriend was doing her internship in the same college. She was three years junior to me during the undergraduate studies. She was happy that I had joined the same place and we had plans to make the time worthwhile.

I was in that reverie when a sweet voice jolted me "Sir, do we have dissections tomorrow".

Getting addressed as Sir was a new experience. When I turned around, I saw an innocent looking girl with a name badge claiming that her name was Rima. She was an innocent looking girl of average height and seductive looks. For a moment I kept staring at her face. She was quite fair and supple. Her figure was hidden by the loose apron that she was wearing. But the top buttons that were undone revealed that she had a blue T shirt. She was wearing a denim skirt that was spilt at the back. As my eyes travelled below, I could see that she has sports shoes on. Perhaps she was an athlete and that explained the lithe figure that she had.

Getting no reply from me, she repeated "Sir, do we have dissections tomorrow. My batch mates wanted to know because we have been told that you have joined here and would like to know when you start our classes".

I felt embarrassed that I was caught in an awkward moment by a student and the initial impression that I gave her was not too professional.

I hemmed a bit and said 'Yes. As per the schedule I have histology lab for you tomorrow at 3 PM".

It was now her turn to gape at me.

I am quite handsome by all counts -- 6' 1" height, 70 KG body weight, much of which is muscles and no fat. An oval chiseled face that has a pair of keen eyes. The eyebrows meet at the centre just above the root of nose, making a double arch. My thick mop of curly hair is always trimmed short. I dress impeccably in formals, especially when on professional duties. I was not wearing an apron, which gave her a fair view of my body. My half sleeved shirt afforded a good view of my sinewy and hairy arms.

I smiled at her and said "Hello, are you there?"

It was her turn to be embarrassed. She blushed giving her face a crimson tint. She looked glorious under the sunlight that we were standing. She mumbled a thank you and scooted off. I felt a twinge in my heart that she left so soon. I also felt guilty to have such thoughts about a student, especially when my girlfriend was waiting for me in the cafeteria.

I rushed to the cafeteria for lunch where Jyothi, my girlfriend was waiting. She rose up to shake hands with me and asked "How was the first day".

I explained to her the schedule that was given to me. She was a bit disappointed that I would be occupied during the afternoons -- the time that she was relatively free in the hospital. I told her that we can always find privacy in the lab, as there would be no soul during that time -- the attenders would be either busy gossiping in the tea shop or enjoying siesta.

She did not seem enthusiastic about coming back to the histology lab, as she was averse to the anatomy department from the beginning. We made a deal that I would wrap the class early and meet in her house. Her parents were away on a business tour and she was alone for some more time. We sat there sipping coffee and chatting and had no clue how the time passed off. I told her that I will meet her at home by seven and then go out for dinner and left for home.

There was lot of curiosity at home with my mother wanting to know if everything went of well and how was Jyothi. It was well known at home that we were seeing each other and were serious about settling down once she finished her graduation. Mom had made some special sweets which she packed for Jyothi when I told that I will be visiting her place.

I took bath and changed into comfortable kurta and jeans. I took out my old bike and drove to Jyothi's place that was ten minutes away. She opened the door and received me so warmly and eagerly. She asked me to follow her to the sitting room. There she pointed towards the sofa and asked me to sit down.

Jyothi asked me, "Would you like tea or coffee?"

I suggested tea, as it was easier and faster to make.

"I would like a cup of tea," I told her.

She went to the kitchen, and came back soon with a tray of tea. She put the tray on the table and she sat down beside me on the sofa. She had made tea both for herself and me.

"How did you manage so quickly?" I asked her.

She smiled. "I had already prepared it. Thanks for the sweets. Aunty is surely hell of a cook. I have to take lessons from her before we settle down" she told me.

She wore a white long skirt and a low-necked sleeveless short kamiz and had thrown a red shawl around her shoulders. Her own reddish color was reflected in the latter. It was a surprise that she never used clothes like this at home. She always wore casuals like T shirts and slacks at home.

We continued the small talk for a while till the other friends joined us. I was surprised that she had arranged for a party to celebrate my joining the college. Most of them were her batch mates. I was not too comfortable with this turn of events, as I was in the mood to spending the evening with her alone. And hoping to get a bit lucky as the evening progressed.

The party was at 'The Chimney' a newly opened discotheque in the outskirts of city. It was previously a foundry that was converted as a event management place. We sat there in groups, Jyothi and me together at one table -- thank god for the small mercies. We kept sipping on the chilled beers along with small talk to fill the time.

Her friends were on the dance floor swinging to the fast music. She seemed to be in no rush to head back to her friends. The place was filled with the young revelers from the nearby colleges and the BPO companies. A large group walked past them and one of them bumped into Jyothi. She lost her balance and fell forward. I leaned forward and grabbed her, helping her keep her balance. I couldn't help but look in her Kamiz as she tried to regain her balance but instead fell forward, landing on my lap.

"I'm sorry...." she started to say.

"Nothing to be sorry about. You don't have to get up if you don't want to," I smiled with a naughty wink.

"Are you sure? You are pretty comfortable." she smiled back.

"Go right ahead."

Jyothi straddled completely onto my lap with a big smile. We continued to talk about music and friends and family for another twenty minutes. Jyothi felt the hardening of my cock under her.

"Am I hurting you?" she said shyly. Her eyes glanced down at my crotch under her.

"Not at all. Just between you and me? I kind of like having you on my lap." I joked.

"Well it's good to be here." she responded.

I felt her shift her weight as she sat on my lap. We looked into each other's eyes. Jyothi put her hand on my chest and leaned in, I pulled her close against my chest and kissed her. She responded eagerly with her tongue. The kiss got longer and deeper. I slipped my arm to her leg, stroking her thigh through the skirt. Jyothi moaned as my hand made contact with her bare skin. Her hips rose slowly up and back down on me. She could feel my hard on pressing against her shorts. She started breathing a little heavy as we start to dry hump each other in the middle of the club. Jyothi felt her nipples hardening against the fabric of her short kameez.

Both lost track of time, of space. Neither was sure of how long we had been making out. We had both heard several songs sung behind us, but had lost count of the number and who sang them. But neither stopped. We continued to kiss deeply, feeling each other's body responding. I pulled away.

"Lets go home now."

I whispered, knowing what a chance I was taking. But I had to try. Jyothi had made me so horny that I needed her. Judging by her nipples poking her kameez, I was having the same effect on her. She kissed me again, urgently slipping her tongue into my mouth. A voice in the back of her head might have told her to say no, but her desire won out.

"Let's go." she said.

Jyothi hopped off my lap and extended an arm to me. I stood up on my own and took her by the arm. She glanced over at her friends who were still huddled in the corner. She followed me through the crowds to the exit door.

A light rain was falling as we made our way from the front door to my car in the parking lot. We got half way through the lot when Jyothi stopped me.

"What is it?", I asked.

"I forgot my purse inside. I need to go back and get it." she said as she stopped and turned around.

She pulled me back towards the club. She held my hand tight as we went back inside.

I watched her as we fought through the crowds. The rain had soaked her hair and kameez, pronouncing her breasts even more through her top. I felt so hard staring at her. Jyothi and me retreated to where her friends were before. She found her purse on the ground but her friends no where in sight. She quickly grabbed it and turned back to the door.

Just as we were getting to the door again, I stopped her this time.

"I'll be right back." I said releasing her hand.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back.", I repeated and disappeared down the dark hallway.

Jyothi stood there in the lobby for what seemed like hours. But actually it was only three minutes. She thought maybe she had done something to disappoint me and felt lost. Just then she heard footsteps behind her.

She felt some body grab her hand. At first she was startled until she realized the contour of my hand.

"Where are we going?" she asked as I led her down the darkened hallway.

She stumbled slowly, still feeling the results of her drinking earlier in the night. Some time had passed and her buzz was dying down. For the first time in a few hours, Jyothi could think straight. At least as far as the beers were concerned. She still felt dizzy when it came to me.

Jyothi had no idea where I was taking her. The faint lights above lighted their way. She thought about questioning where she was going but didn't say a word. Finally I stopped and opened a door. Jyothi stepped inside....

It was the men's rest room! Jyothi turned to me to say something in protest but I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply. She accepted my kisses, holding me close to her body.

"Besides I'm in no condition to drive and neither are you," I said.

My voice was still slightly slurred. "I need you so bad," I whispered.

Jyothi looked around and saw it was an empty room. She turned and saw there was a lock on the front door to the men's room. She walked over to the door and locked it. As she walked she could feel the moisture in between her legs grow. The sound of the lock echoed through the room. Jyothi turned to me and gestured for me to come to her.

I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. Our lips found each other's and started deep long kisses. I backed Jyothi up against the wall, holding her there as I moved my hips into her. I started kissing her neck and ears and listened to her moan. Jyothi closed her eyes and focused on my hot breath on her skin.

Her hands played in my hair, driving my lips on her neck. She felt my hands creep from her stomach to her breasts, squeezing through the material of her top. I took a step back and my eyes fell to her cleavage. Quickly she grabbed the bottom of her kameez and raised it up. I reached around her, pulling her in for another kiss as I struggled with the clasp on the back of her bra. Finally I heard the snap. I pulled the bra off and watched as her big breasts fell free. I bent down to capture one between my lips. She sighed happily as I nursed on her breasts. Her nipples stood erect. Her chest raised and lowered as she breathed heavily.

She licked her lips and I knew exactly what she wanted. She helped me out of my shirt, feeling my chest and stomach. She grabbed my cock through my pants, rubbing my hardness as quick as she could. I moaned as she toyed with me. I looked around the room, trying to occupy myself so he didn't cum in my pants. There I saw the mirror in front of the sink.

I guided her towards the mirror and away from the door. I turned her around. Jyothi reached for the sink and grasped it. She felt her shorts being dropped as I rubbed my cock against her backside. She bit her tongue, wanting to feel nothing separating us anymore. Jyothi stepped out of her shorts. Wasting no time, I dropped her panties down her legs. She felt so naughty, butt naked in the men's room and about to be fucked.

I unzipped my shorts and kicked them down my legs, pulling my boxers down with them. I could hear her moaning in anticipation. I watched as she took deep breaths, her back rising and falling. She turned out and gave me a naughty pout. I knew what he needed to do.

With one hand on her hips, and the other on my rock hard cock and drove it in between Jyothi's legs. She leaned back still holding the sink for balance. Finally I was inside her. We both looked forwarded, seeing the image of reflecting in the mirror. Jyothi's tits bounced forward as our bodies synced.

She could feel the sweat all over our bodies as she stared at the hypnotic image in the mirror. She watched as my body shoved forward into hers. The room echoed with the sounds of flesh on flesh, slapping together. There was nothing soft about us coming together. I moved my mouth, licking her neck and ears as I kept pumping into her.

I watched as Jyothi gazed at us in the mirror.

"You like watching yourself getting fucked, don't you?" I whispered in her ear.

"Uh Huh." Jyothi replied.

"You look so sexy when you're getting fucked, do you know that? Look at that beautiful body," I said. As I did, my hand slipped from around her waist to squeeze her bouncing right breast. I listened as she groaned the feeling of my hand on her breast sent shockwaves through her body.

"Fuck me," she mouthed.

"Yeah, baby," My thrusts became longer and deeper, sliding all the way inside her before pulling out.

I began to bite down on her neck. Jyothi reached back and grabbed my head and pulled it against her skin, her eyes never leaving the mirror. She held onto the sink tighter, feeling her knees get weak.

Her pussy leaked all over my crotch as we moved in unison. Finally, she came and she came hard. Jyothi's eyes rolled in the back of her head as she screamed out in pleasure.

I pulled out from her as I felt my cock coated by her wetness. She turned around and was about to say something. But I picked her up by the under the arms and put it on the sink. She reached for me, pulling me into her with a wet sloppy kiss. My cock slipped back into her.

Jyothi fell back against the mirror which just minutes ago displayed the most erotic scene of her life. She dug her heels into my back, guiding me into her. We kissed deeply, our tongues rolling deep into each other's mouths. I felt her hard nipples slapping against my chest. Jyothi's nails dug into my back as she kissed me, pulling my body into hers.

"It feels so good inside you," Jyothi's hands dropped to my ass, forcing me deeper inside her. I started moaning as I plunged deep into Jyothi.

"Such a hard cock inside me. Fuck me with it," I began ramming faster, the sweat covering my body. Jyothi tilted her head back, giving me access to her neck and ears.

I kissed licked nibbled sucked all that I could.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I was on the verge of erupting. I fucked her faster, grabbing her ass as I pushed into her. I bent forward and captured one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking the nipple hard. I slowed my pace as I licked her tit.

Just when it felt like I could take no more of her body, I erupted deep inside her womb. Jyothi shivered as she felt the hot blast inside her. She moaned as she received every drop into her pussy.

I held her there, still pressing my sweaty body against hers, feeling myself soften inside her. I eased out of her and smiled. She smiled back and jumped down off the sink. Her knees wobbled as she stood.

We looked at each other, not knowing exactly what to say. We wound up in a hot embrace again, holding each other as we struggled to regain our breath. Jyothi moaned as she held my body against hers.

"You were incredible," I whispered into her ear.

It sent shivers down her spine. She smiled and kissed me softly. We remained holding onto each other for another moment before gathering our clothes and dressing.

"Shall we go to your house now?" I asked as we made our way to the parking lot. She reached down and grabbed my hand.

"I thought you'd never ask." she responded. I steered her in the direction of my car.

The drive back home was quiet, as each of us was contemplating what happened in the club. The suddenness and the intensity of our passion was a shocker to both of us. In the five years of dating, much of which was long distance, we had not felt this strong urge or rather lust.

The rain had mellowed down to a drizzle, symbolizing our own emotions that had become quieter. Perhaps we were scared to admit the passion in the serenity of our emotions. We reached her house, which anyway was empty, as her parents were on a business tour. The servants too had taken off.

We both reached her bedroom and like mature lovers fell into each other's arms savoring the warmth of our feelings. I slowly eased her onto the bed and lay down beside her. The exhaustion of our love making and the lateness of night engulfed us into a blissful sleep.

The morning broke with the promise of a rainy day. Rains are always welcome in the tropical regions as they afford a coolness that refreshes body and mind. More so there is something special about the sound of rain in the morning. Something about it added an additional significance to holding Jyothi close under the covers. Something about it added a stronger desire to make love to her.

So when I awoke in the morning and heard the rain falling somewhat hard and fast upon the roof, I instinctively turned to Jyothi to find she was already awake, watching me with half-open eyes, a sweet smile upon her face.