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Call Room
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I was in the shower when the pager went off. I hate that.
Reaching out of the steaming water, I grabbed the small black
device that so often rules my life and pushed the button.
"Damn," I grunted. It was an emergency page from the ICU.
I shut the water off, grabbed my scrubs and pulled them on. I
slid into my clogs and darted from the shower to the room in the
ICU.
"Sorry, Dr. Johnson," Becky said. "Mr. Calenda just had a
12 beat run of pvcs and his pressure dropped from 140 to 80. I
was getting the paddles ready when he converted."
Mr. Calenda had just had a big surgery, much bigger than his
aged heart should have been put through. Weary from the long
operation, I had been soaking in the hot water trying to revive
my own tired body.
"No previous runs?" I asked.
"None."
"Any since?"
"All quiet," she said. I was grateful that Becky was taking
care of him. She's very bright, confident, and keeps her head in
tense situations. She's also damn sexy. She's in her early
forties, but has retained a playful attitude despite her ICU
nursing stresses. She has a lithe body that moves easily around
the patients and often moves me too. I could feel her radiance
filling the room.
"Let's give him 100 mg of Lidocaine and start a drip at 2 mg
an hour."
"I already gave him the bolus," she said. "The pharmacy is
mixing the drip now."
"Damn, Becky. What'd you call me for?"
"I thought you should know," she replied. A sly smile
crossed her lips. "No time to dry off?"
"No," I replied without thinking.
"I think you should go find some dry clothes before you
become pornographic," she said, now openly smiling.
I looked down and saw that my scrubs were plastered to my
body. The excitement of the emergency page must have been more
than I had expected. My cock, fully engorged and erect, was
straining at my pants, the wet cloth draping it perfectly like a
wet T-shirt. I felt the blood rush to my face.
"Yes," I said. "I guess I better." I turned to leave.
"Michael?" she called.
"Yes?" I replied, turning back.
"Thanks for coming, it was a treat," she said, smiling.
I took the back way to the call room, avoiding the nursing
station and the waiting room. Closing the door behind me, I
searched for a towel. I took the wet shirt off and dried off. I
was reaching for the drawstring on the pants when there was a
quiet knock on the door. I turned and opened it a crack.
"Yes?" I said from behind the door. The door pushed open
slightly and Becky eased quickly into the small room, shutting
the door quietly behind her.
I stood there, shirtless, towel in hand, eyebrows knit,
trying to comprehend. "Sorry, Michael," she said, and explained,
"I had to see the rest." She knelt down and pulled the
drawstring on my pants, then slid them down over my hips and the
fell to the floor in a heap. My still erect cock sprang from
them, now pointed like a staff.
"Yes," she said. "You have a marvelous cock." Her small,
but strong hands moved up and grasped it. She ran her right hand
from the base to the tip, milking it and a small drop of cum
appeared at the tip. I groaned softly. I watched her expert
hand encircle it mid-shaft, her fingers not quite able to touch
around its circumference. "Simply marvelous," she said, and
touched the waiting drop with her tongue.
"Uh, Becky," I muttered. "What about Mr. Calenda?"
"Jennifer's starting the drip," she replied, looking up at
me with a smile. "I had to step out to the bathroom." Her hazel
eyes locked with mine and, never dropping her gaze, she took my
cock between her lips. With the head in her mouth, her tongue
began to dart over the underside, near the tender spot at the
base of the head. Finding that spot, her tongue moved more
quickly and applied a heavenly pressure. Her left hand left my
cock and cradled my balls. I felt the rush of excitement and
felt my cock grow even harder, filling her mouth. Suddenly she
pulled me from her mouth.
"I want you to fuck me with this beautiful cock," she said
hoarsely. She quickly stood and released the drawstring on her
own scrubs, which fell to the floor. She stepped out of her
panties and grabbed my cock with her hand, pulling me toward her.
She then locked her arms around my neck and hopped up, straddling
me. I could feel the intense heat of her vulva and caught the
distinctive aroma of an aroused woman. I grasped her buttocks
and her right hand dropped to my cock, guiding it to her pussy.
"Fill me up, Michael. Fill me up."
My cock slid effortlessly into her hot, wet pussy. The head
parted her lips and entered her. I took a step so that her back
was against the door and then thrust my remaining length into
her. She grunted with pleasure. "Yes, that's it. Fill me with
your cock! Fuck me!"
I obliged. Within seconds we were in a beautiful rhythm, my
thick cock plunging deep inside of her. With each thrust, I
could feel her cervix hitting the tip of my cock. Her vaginal
muscles clamped down on me, holding me inside, but I pulled out
and thrust again. Again and again, harder each time, the pent-up
lust poured from us and became urgent, almost violent sex. I
could feel my orgasm coming up quickly.
"Becky," I grunted thickly, "I'm going to come."
"Yes!" she urged me. "Now fill me with your cum! Come,
Michael, come deep inside me!"
I thrust more deeply and felt the release. My cock spasmed
as the semen jetted from me, deep within her. I could feel its
hot warmth enveloping my cock within her wetness. Suddenly, her
body stiffened and she groaned softly, then clung to me as I
collapsed against the door.
After a few moments I could feel my erection fading. She
unlocked her legs and, holding on to my neck, slid from my cock.
She reached out and gently, but firmly, encircled it with her
fingers and gave it a gentle tug. A final bit of cum came to the
tip, which she collected with her fingers and, again locking my
gaze, licked it from her fingertips.
"I have to get back," she said, and added, smiling, "You
taste wonderful." She quickly donned her panties and scrub pants
and slipped from the room, leaving me limp and exhausted and
wondering why I had been so blessed on this day.
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