Mrs. Phillips Meets Dr. Max
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I was in my late fifties and my husband of thirty years had been dead for six months. I got over the sadness and ended up with a lot of time on my hands. My three kids were all grown and married and were going on with own their lives. To keep myself occupied I volunteered at the large university-run hospital not far from where I lived. I took a position as what they called a “Pink Lady” because of the color of the uniform. After a few short training sessions, I started going in three days a week for six hours. The nurses took care of the patient’s medical needs, the nurse’s aides looked after all the routine or messy jobs that the nurses were either too busy or too well trained to take care of. We Pink Ladies spent our time running errands for the nurses, escorting patients to in-hospital appointments, and just generally holding patient’s hands or seeing if anybody needed anything other than medical attention that we could get for them or help them with.
One morning before the start of my shift. I was sitting in the cafeteria having coffee. I got into the habit of going in a little early. I enjoyed being around other people. It was crowded and a doctor in scrubs asked if he could sit at my table. He was a tall, rather nice-looking man who appeared to be in his mid-forties, with a slight touch of gray at the temples of his dark hair. I had seen him around the hospital a few times but had never had any dealings with him.
“Of course,” I said, quickly reading his nametag. “…Dr… ah… Gorman.”
“Max, please” he said. “Everyone calls me Dr. Max. And you are…” he paused as he read my nametag, “Mrs. Phillips.”
“Ellen,” I said. “Everyone calls me Ellen.”
He put his coffee on the table and sat down. He began to remove the lid but stopped and put his hands on the table. I couldn’t help but notice that they were shaking. He saw my look of concern and started to make small talk.
“I’ve only seen you a couple of times lately. You haven’t been working here long, have you?” he asked.
No, just a couple of weeks.”
“How do you like it?”
“I love it. I only come in three days a week, but I enjoy it so much I think I am going to ask for more hours.”
I looked at his hands again. They were still shaking. “Are you alright,” I asked putting my hand on his.
“Oh, I’m fine…well, no I’m not.”
“What is it? Maybe I can help.”
“Well, I don’t know. We’ve only just met and I’m not sure…May I speak frankly, in confidence?” His tone was very tentative and he sounded more than a little uncertain.
“Of course,” I said. “Just between us.”
“You see I’m in scrubs. Today is my operating day. I always get a little tense on my surgery days. Generally, I can handle it.” He paused for a moment, seeming to gather his thoughts. “This is a little personal. I hope you understand. Usually on days when I am going to operate, my wife and I have sex in the morning. That relaxes me so I can deal with the surgery.” His words seemed to rush out, not with any embarrassment but more, I think, to just relieve the tension he was feeling.
“And what happened this morning? You and your wife have a spat?” I laughed softly to relieve the strain of the conversation.
“No, no. Nothing like that. She’s out of town visiting her mother.”
“Oh, I see.” I said softly, my eyes looking down at the table. The wheels in my head were turning. I wasn’t sure whether it would be a good idea to express myself so frankly but what did I have to lose, so I said, “Well, maybe I can help you.”
“Really?” he said. This time his hand was on mine.
“Is there somewhere we can go?” I asked.
“I think so. Let’s go find out.”
We both stood up, abandoning our coffee, and I followed him out of the cafeteria and down the hall. He headed for the Examination area and I had to move along just to keep up. He soon realized he was about to outrun me and his pace slowed. When I got beside him, he took my arm, smiling at me as we walked along.
When we got to the Examination area, he paused at the reception desk and said to the nurse at the reception desk, “Stacy, got a room?” Stacy was holding a telephone to her ear. She said nothing but nodded her head and held up two fingers. He turned and went down a short corridor and I followed. Exam Room 2 was the second room on the right. We went in and he locked the door.
“Are you sure you want to do this? he asked.
“Sure,” I said. “I’m a widow with three grown children. I ought to know my own mind. And besides, what have I got to lose. You’re getting no virgin, you know.” He laughed and gave me a hug.
“Well, let’s get to it then. I have to be in surgery soon.” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband on his scrub pants and pulled them down, taking his undershorts with them. He pulled off his shoes and before I knew it he was naked from the waist down. I didn’t have time to undress so I just lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, letting them drop to my ankles and kicking them off. Then I stepped out of my shoes. I had on nylons and a garter belt, (I don’t like pantyhose) but I didn’t bother taking them off.
“Listen,” I said. “I haven’t had sex in more than six months so I am going to need some warming up and I may be a little dry.” I sat on the end of the examining table and leaned back on my elbows.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of that.” I raised and opened my legs, putting my heels in the stirrups. He went down on his knees at the end of the exam table and buried his face in my pussy. With skilled fingers he spread my cunt lips and ran his tongue up and down my labia. At the upper end of my slit, the tip of his tongue touched my clit. I drew a short breath at the thrill of it. He must have realized what he had done because he came back to it on each upward stroke. It didn’t take much of his expert cunt licking to make my slot dripping wet. He stood up and began to guide the swollen head of his cock up and down my pussy lips, pressing a little harder with each stroke until h e found the opening of my vagina. He pushed his cock head in and paused.
“Is that alright? Are you OK?”
“Yes,” I said in a hoarse whisper. “Go in slowly.”
He pushed some more of his swollen cock into my cunt hole. When his cock was in me what felt like a couple of inches, I drew a deep breath, not because it hurt but because it felt so good. He began fucking me with short slow strokes, going deeper with each inward push. When he had all of his cock inside my cunt hole he paused and asked again if was OK. I gave out a short sigh of delight, which I think he took to mean yes, and he began his fucking strokes again. This time they were longer and faster. Before I realized it, I was coming. Not a big body shaking orgasm, just a few short jerks but it felt good. He didn’t seem to notice and kept up his stroking, getting more and more energetic all the time. It didn’t take much of this kind of fucking to bring me off again. This time it was more intense. My hips jerked sharply, and I had a strong series of spasms. I’m sure he noticed but he didn’t slow down. That was OK with me. I like being fucked through my orgasm. By this time he was well on his way to getting his rocks off. His forearms were hooked under and around my legs and, with a strong grip on my thighs, he pulled my ass against his thrusting hips. Our bodies slapped together as he drove to his climax. I couldn’t do anything else so I was just held on and let him have his way. He leaned his upper body forward over me and I felt him shoot a powerful load of cum into the depths of my cunt. His eyes were closed and he had this beautiful soft smile on his lips. Once his squirting stopped, he gave out a long sigh and straightened up.
“Thanks,” he said. “That was just what I needed.” He took a step back and his rapidly deflating cock slipped out of my pussy. I took my heels out of the stirrups, lowered my legs, and sat up. He reached over to the side table and picked up a box of tissues. After taking a couple for himself, he handed me the box. I pulled out a few and quickly wiped my cunt, catching his cum as it started to drip out.
“Well, I’m due in surgery in a few minutes,” he said, as he pulled up his scrub pants and stepped into his shoes. I stood up and he put his arms around me and gave me a hug. I noticed that his hands were not shaking any more.
“I’m sure we’ll see each other around the hospital again,” he said as he turned toward the door.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure we will.” With that, he was gone. I put on my shoes, straightened my skirt, and looked in the mirror to make sure my hair was in place. I walked out of the examination room and past the reception desk, smiling at Stacy as I went by. She smiled back.
I still had some time before I had to check in for work, so I went back to the cafeteria and got another cup of coffee. I was sitting there thinking over what had just happened when I heard the announcement over the hospital loudspeaker.
“Mrs. Phillips to Examination, Mrs. Phillips to Examination, please.”
A flash of panic ran through me. What could that possibly be? Did someone see us or hear us? I willed a feeling of calm over myself and got up and went to the Examination area. Nurse Stacy was still at the reception desk. She said nothing. She just smiled in recognition and slowly reached under her desk. She came up with a small bag and handed it to me. I looked at her quizzically and then looked inside the bag. My panties. I felt my face flush and I started to turn away when Stacy said, “Dr. Max is quite a guy.” Now I was really embarrassed and rushed away down the hall. I hadn’t gone more than a dozen steps and I stopped in mid-stride when the realization hit me. I had been had. ‘Well, I’ll be damned,’ I thought. ‘I fell for his line just like some naive high school girl.’ I stood for a moment, letting it all sink in and then started walking slowly back to the cafeteria. Over my coffee, which was now cold, I went back over the whole encounter and decided that it wasn’t so bad after all. Sure, Dr. Max took me in, but I did volunteer, and I did get a pretty good fuck out of it. I smiled and looked around, beginning to wonder when I would see Dr. Max again.