This one was rough. The surgery had been long and drawn out, not at all as they were expecting. They thought they had lost her twice, and somehow that young rookie doctor just kept bringing her back from the brink. In the end, it was a fantastic success. He saved that little girl. She was stunned that he wasn’t out in the nurse’s station bragging about it right now, flaunting his prowess like most would be doing after such a monumental experience. Instead he just put his hand on the little girl’s head, kissed her forehead and walked out of the operating room. Nobody had seen him since.

As Sandra gathered up her things to end her shift she wondered where he had gone. After a moment, she forgot all about it as her thoughts turned to the hot shower that awaited her before she had to take the trip to the grocery store, pick up her kids from the sitter and tend to the pile of laundry on the floor of her bedroom. Being a single mother of three kids had its drawbacks, but that just made her treasure the few minutes in the steam that much more.

She got to the locker room and started peeling off the sweaty layers of scrubs and rubber gloves. Her thirty-eight-year-old body was still an amazing sight in the dim light of the locker room, as the years of Pilates and yoga were evidenced in her thin waist and smooth thighs. Her breasts glistened as her sweat mingled with the steam that was already pouring out of the shower area. She was disappointed that someone was already in there, but she was bound to make the best of it. This was her time, after all.

Wrapped in nothing but a towel, she came around the corner into the shower and was surprised by what she saw. Sitting on the tile bench inside the group shower stall was the young doctor that nobody could seem to find. He was slumped against the wall with his shirt off and his scrubs soaking wet. At first, she was worried. The vacant expression on his face made her fear that he was having a breakdown of some kind. When he realized that she was standing there, however, he lifted his eyes to meet her gaze, and the mist started to clear. He had been crying for a while, but that was over now. He was simply sitting in the steam from the running hot water and contemplating the day’s events.

As their eyes met, she knew what was happening. He was going over the surgery and reliving the times that he thought he had lost her. He was committing the cardinal sin of caregiving; wondering “what if?”

Sandra reached out a comforting hand towards him, just to let him know that he wasn’t alone… that it was all going to be alright. He stared at her for a very long moment before taking her hand in his. She felt sorry for this privileged young man at that moment. They didn’t teach him about this in medical school, and his rich parents couldn’t buy his way out of it. She squeezed his hand again and began to walk toward the other side of the shower, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he gently squeezed her hand tighter and pulled her back towards him. She stopped, surprised, and looked at him again. Before she could become offended his eyes softened, and his gentle pull towards him was at once sweet and inviting, but also unexpected. She stood her ground for a moment, not moving towards him at all… but certainly not letting go.

Nothing had ever taken place between them. She had been working with him for weeks now, right by his side during procedure after procedure, and they had never had a flirtatious word pass between them. There had been no innuendo; no suggestion through body language, literally there was nothing there. But today’s events had caused something to shift. Somehow, today, he felt that there was some sort of connection between them. He believed that there was some justification for starting something that she never expected to be a part of. She looked into his eyes long and hard, for what seemed to be forever. She wondered why this was happening now. Then her eyes fell from his to the broad shoulders, thin waist, rippling abs and talented hands that she saw in front of her. In that instance, she realized that she had no idea why this was happening, and she no longer cared.

She slowly walked towards him, each step sliding through the hot water that had started to gather around them on the shower floor. He was still sitting in it as it soaked his scrubs all the way through. She still hadn’t let go of his hand as she drew herself within inches of him, she looking down into his raised eyes and he looking up in anticipation. His free hand grasped her bare calf and started to move upward. She abruptly stopped it by taking that hand also. She brought his hands together in front of her and used them to loosen her towel. As it fell to the floor, his eyes widened at the magnificent looking older woman that was now standing before him. She had his attention now.

She decided that it would be alright to allow him to pick a direction for a little while, so she pressed his hands to her breasts and then let go, sliding her own hands down the back of his head and neck. Like all young men, he took hold of the voluptuous woman in front of him as if he would never again let go. He pawed clumsily at her breasts and leaned forward to kiss her bare stomach, right below her navel. His hands quickly slipped to her ass, grabbing it and separating it for what he thought would be a quick penetration. She gently but firmly put a stop to that by grabbing his hands in hers and pushing them back into the dripping wet tile behind his head. He leaned back and relaxed, expecting her to follow through and get down on her knees and take care of him the way several nurses had done before.

She knew what he was thinking. Even worse, she knew that he was expecting it. But this was a different game. This was her game, and they were going to play by her rules. When he had been with the younger co-eds, they had instantly hit their knees and engulfed his shaft in their mouths. They pounced on him without any thought of receiving anything in return. They simply wanted to please him. Some played around with it, trying to make it last. Some dove right in and tried to swallow him whole, only to be met with his hands on the back of their head, jamming his throbbing cock down the back of their throats. All of them were auditioning to be the next hot, young, doctor’s wife, not realizing that doctors don’t usually marry the girls they deepthroat and gag.

She wasn’t one of those. Through three kids, a divorce and an iron will to survive she had earned the right to pass through the auditioning stage. She knew that they wouldn’t be dating when this was over, so pleasing him was simply not her first thought. She was getting something out of this, and he was going to get an education.

Still expecting her to drop down and take care of him, he shifted his hips forward and settled back against the tile. The steam was thick now, and his body slid effortlessly against the moisture as it continued to gather. His expectations were high, and he was preparing for yet another beautiful nurse to worship his cock until she surprised him yet again.

He felt her pushing herself against his face, rubbing slowly upward and downward until her pussy was positioned where she wanted it against his mouth. Instinctively he parted his lips as she firmly pushed her way into his mouth, gripped his hair with both hands and held his head firmly against the wall. Caught off guard, he didn’t know quite what to do next so he started licking her as fast as he could. She pulled away for a moment, causing him to slow down. As she pushed back in he started up again, moving his tongue in circles and trying to stick it inside of her…but she pulled back again, causing him to slow down. He was beginning to understand. As she tightened her grip and pressed in firmly one more time, he started to lick her slowly, evenly and was finally showing her a little bit of respect. She let him know that he was on the right track by breathing heavier, rubbing herself down onto his chin and climbing a little to the base of his nose, and by easing the grip on his head and replacing it with slowly caressing his neck and shoulders.

He understood this part of the game finally, and he took another shot at gaining back the control he had lost. He leaned forward, burying his face in her pussy as far as he could and engulfing all of her into his steaming hot mouth. He ran his hands back behind her again, this time cupping her ass with both palms and pressing her towards him, instead of trying to plunge inside of her without an invitation. They rocked back and forth while he would work her up into a lather, feeling her abs tense and release as she got closer and closer to reaching her climax. Over and over he brought her to the brink but then backed off, withdrawing his tongue but not letting her out of his mouth. He simply breathed on her while she came back down to earth for a moment, then jumped back in and got her going again.

She loved every minute of this treatment, especially since she was the one who started the dance. But enough was enough, and it was time for her to get what she wanted all along. As he tried to pull back once again, she bent her knees, leaned back and tilted her hips just enough to get his tongue exactly where she wanted it. He found the groove and went to work, dutifully moving at a rhythmic pace, again and again. This time, however, when she started to shake, she grabbed the back of his head and latched on tight. He wasn’t backing out this time. This was her time. This was what she had been waiting for. She began writhing in front of him as her breaths became shorter with each gasp. She started to call out, first saying it and then screaming it, “yes, yes…YES!”

Her vision narrowed, and she felt like she couldn’t move for a long moment that she would never forget, and then slowly started to melt in his mouth and slide down the warm, moist tile she had been anchored against all evening. As she held him close to her and sank further into his arms, he caressed the small of her back, then her shoulders and finally rubbed her neck as she nestled in beside him. She was spent, but she felt better than she had in years. Feeling his heartbeat racing as she rubbed her hands across his firm chest, she realized that this wasn’t over just yet.

She slid down the soaking wet seat onto the floor and settled between his legs. As she playfully laid her head in his lap, she felt it for the first time. His cock was swollen to capacity and was trapped under soaking wet, very tight scrubs. She needed to let it out. She looked up at him and smiled as she removed his scrubs and underwear, slowly peeling the wet fabric from his toned legs and ass. She removed them completely, pulling them all the way off of his feet and tossed them across the shower. “At last,” he thought to himself, breathing in a satisfied sigh of relief and expectation all at once.

But Sandra wasn’t done teaching this young man that there was more to life than bimbos and blowjobs. She had assumed the role of the teacher and wasn’t letting this student leave without making sure he would never forget it. She rose up from her knees and stood in front of him, then slowly closed his legs together, carefully positioning his throbbing shaft so that it pointed straight up. She then quickly turned around and backed up against him, leaning into his chest and stomach and lowering her pussy down on top of him. In one very smooth movement, he was completely inside of her. He could feel the tip of his cock pressing all the way through into her g-spot until it felt like he couldn’t go any deeper without actually doing some damage. She moaned and tensed as she moved up and down, pulling him out of her until only the tip remained inside of her and then slamming herself back down. With each thrust, she pushed him deeper and deeper, tensing up her pussy around him and gripped him inside, then releasing and relaxing her grip while she slid him in and out, over and over.

He couldn’t believe what he was experiencing. The sensation of being so deep inside of someone like this and then having her grip and release like that…it was overwhelming. He had never experienced it before. He was getting a little too excited as the dance went on, and she could tell he was going to lose it soon. As a single mother, the idea of him cumming inside of her was not what she had in mind. At least not like that. So she slowed everything down for a moment and allowed him to catch his breath. She took his hands and moved them to her breasts. He welcomed the motion and gripped them tightly as he pulled her closer to his chest from behind. Her arms rose up around his neck, and she leaned back to lick the edges of his chin and lips playfully. He had no idea what was coming, and she was setting him up for it perfectly.



She had not had any decent sex in years, so anything would have been a welcome diversion from her usual routine of reading a good book while pleasuring herself in a hot bath. But this young man was as hard as a rock, so she wasn’t going to end this without getting a little bit of everything that she wanted. He knew something was about to change in what they were doing as her rhythm got slower and slower, and he was wondering if he had upset her somehow since they seemed to be stopping before he had finished what he came to do.

She wasn’t stopping the evening; she was simply preserving him for the final run, and working on her positioning. As she slowly pulled herself up away from his lap, she gently removed him from her pussy that was now dripping more than the walls in the sauna they had created. She hadn’t felt this good in a long, long time, and she wanted to have one last taste of rare adventure. She set herself over him again, just like she had when she first started. The tip of his rod was rubbing gently against the outside of the lips of her pussy, and he was getting ready to push himself inside and ride this to its inevitable conclusion.



It was right then that she made her last move. She reached down between her legs and gripped him in her fingers. She stroked him a few times to make sure he was still completely hard and was ready for the next act.

Finding him ready and able, she gently pushed his cock backward, the tip rubbing against her all the time until the head was positioned right in the middle of her ass. She felt him hesitate as if he didn’t want to assume the wrong thing, and she pushed him into her open and willing backside without a word of warning. He gasped as he felt how unbelievably tight she was. The walls of her ass were gripping and releasing involuntarily, allowing him to crawl deeper and deeper inside of her with each shiver. She had done this before, but never on her terms. It was always semi-forced and never really done with the proper foreplay. She always knew it could be better; she always knew it could be like this…

He had never actually done this before, with anyone. He couldn’t believe it was happening now. His hands fell from gently gripping her breasts to grabbing a hold of her magnificent hips and holding on tight so as not to slip out of this forbidden pleasure and possibly lose it forever. He had always had fantasies about this, but no girl would ever allow him the access to try it. Now, here he was, actually pushing deeper into her perfectly rounded ass while she moaned louder and louder and louder with acceptance.

She was really feeling it now. The pathway had been made, and he was all the way inside of her as he grabbed her hips harder and began to thrust harder and harder. He was nearly there, and she could feel him building to his breaking point. He had lost any sense of trying to be smooth or cool and was simply pounding her ass furiously as he jammed himself into her as hard as he could. She had completely let go and was simply waiting for this insane pleasure to come to an end whenever he was ready. She moved with him to keep him buried deep and then against him to pull his cock back out. He was closer than ever now. There was no turning back.

He let out a serious gasp and then moaned like he had never moaned before. He exploded inside of her in a way that made his ears ring from the sensation. Is cock pumped into her ass over and over, until it felt like he would never run dry. She braced herself and took every drop, determined to see this through in a way that neither of them would ever forget. He was the one shaking now as he finished cumming inside of her and collapsed back onto the tile shower seat where it had all began an hour earlier. She let him pull out, collapsed next to him, and rested her head against his firmly chiseled chest. There were no words, just heavy breathing and an air of contentment.

As she got up and picked up her towel, she stole one last glance at his cock, still hard and dripping from being inside of her. There was still some cum pumping from the head I small drops as he sat recovering from the greatest encounter he ever had. She reached down and dabbed the last few drops onto her finger and headed for the shower. He had no idea what to do next, so he did what any guy in his position would have done…he asked if he could call her later. She knew he was being polite and was trying to find a way out, so she gave him one. After all, she didn’t want another youngster to take care of anyhow.

The words rang out in the suddenly quiet shower room: ”Can I call you?”

She turned to him, posing as a model, placed her index finger between her lips and ran her tongue along the last few beads of his cum that she had swiped a moment earlier. She sucked her finger clean, swallowed and looked at him one last time.

“No thanks,” She said, as she turned and left him lying in a heap on the bathroom floor. It was her day, it was her time, and she got what she wanted.