Meredith Medical Center Part Ten

Continuation from 6-21-11

Content advisory: m/f sex; oral sex; profanity

Meredith City is a major health care hub, located in the upper Midwest. With a large trauma center and a well-known physical rehabilitation facility, the staff puts up with difficult schedules in exchange for the opportunity to work there. Not all of the opportunities are purely medical…

When we left them last, visiting Australian physical therapist Jaime Knott has brought his American mentor Allie Sands to an explosive orgasm in the physical therapy swimming pool. Jaime can hardly wait to experience some of Allie’s physical therapy techniques….


Allie became limp spaghetti in Jaime’s arms. Holy Down Under, Batman. Were all Aussies great lovers? God bless Lina’s boyfriend for dragging her away and leaving Allie to take care of the visiting physical therapist.

He held her against him and covered the back of her neck with kisses, then teased her ear with his tongue. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

She tilted her head back and smiled. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to welcome you to America in style.”Jaime watched as Allie swam to the side of the pool. Crikey, the woman had a nice ass. She retrieved the green foil packet he’d deposited there. A quick glance at the package, then she shot him a quizzical look, one eyebrow raised heavenward.

“Kangaroo Covers?”

“An excellent Australian brand.” He flashed his best smile. It’d do—for now. If all went well, he’d buy some of the local brand for the balance of their evening.

She splashed through the water to him. “Innuendo about jumping someone’s bones, I suppose.”

“Think it has more to do with a snug pouch.” He smoothed her hair off her face.

“Oh.” A pink tint bloomed on her cheeks, and she shifted her gaze to the water and turned the foil in her fingers.

Adorable. A woman who blushed. He raised her chin. Eyes the color of the ocean, lips as rosy and sweet as the inside of a melon. And he had to kiss those lips. Again. He leaned in, brushed his mouth across hers, then to her cheeks. This time, he’d watch her face as she came, her tight sheath squeezing his cock instead of his fingers.

Getting inside her… a hot pump of blood throbbed through his shaft. “Ready?”

“For?” Both eyebrows popped up.

“Me.” Jaime grasped her hips, settled her legs on either side of his. She stiffened and clutched at his shoulders.

“Condom. Er, cover. Whatever. Need you to use it.”

“Ah, not ready for that, love.” Needed a little more exposure. He wrapped an arm around her waist and slid his ass up to the next step. The tops of Allie’s breasts broke the surface. Better, but not enough. Pushing up another step, he tugged Allie along with him and settled her core against his erection.

Fabulous full breasts were inches away, rivulets running down to collect on her nipples. He bent his head, sucked one delectable peak into his mouth. The sharp taste of chlorine faded with a couple of draws, and then Allie’s sweet taste hit his tongue as he suckled.

“God,” she gasped, and raked her fingers into his hair. He grinned against her skin and insinuated his hand between them to cup her mons. With a jerk, Allie reacted by pushing into his palm.

So responsive! With his index finger, he slid inside her body. Her pelvis tilted toward him, and he added another finger, stroking the bundle of nerves. Allie pumped her hips, and one press of his thumb on her clit set her to shaking with her climax, mouth slack, eyes closed and head thrown back.

The moan that came out of her set his cock aching for attention. As if she heard the thought, Allie plunged a hand into the water and took him in hand.

His erection throbbed with happiness, and he thrust into her fist. The ache picked up to need. Without letting go, Allie slid off his lap.

“Whoa. Where’re you going?”

“Slide up another step.”

That’d leave him sitting in only a few inches of water, and he’d lose the buoyancy he wanted for their coupling. “Allie—”

“Trust me.” A bit of pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips.

“Okay.” He lifted his hips and scooted up. In his lap, his cock jutted up. That guy didn’t need any help with buoyancy. The room’s fans came on, sending cool air stirring across heated skin, and he shivered.

Gripping his knees, Allie spread his legs and moved between them, kneeling two steps down. Warm water bathed his sac, wavelets lapping at his groin. Thumbs on the inside of his thighs, she slid her hands home until she touched his groin.

Oh, Lord. The wicked girl.

“Hands on the step, Mister.”

Ohhh. He grinned and leaned back.

Slim fingers cupped his balls and stroked the sensitive skin behind them, while her other hand circled the base of his cock. After those preparations, she took him in her mouth.

The satiny heat took him up another notch, and a couple of hard suck-and-slides still higher. Yea, gods. She’d get him off too soon like this. The tip of her tongue tickled his slit, and he hardened further. With a laugh vibrating around his cock, Allie glanced up, her blue gaze dark with arousal.

“Allie, darlin’.” A couple of gentle tugs didn’t dislodge her.

The light graze of teeth joined her upstrokes, and he hit the edge. His balls tightened, and the tingle at the small of his back warned of impending launch.

“Stop.” He pulled her off.

“Ready for the cover?” She winked and rescued the foil package from the pool deck.

More than ready. Nearly past ready if she hadn’t quit with her gifted mouth. He leaned back on his elbows and focused on holding back.

With her teeth, Allie tore open the package and extracted the green rubber. Her nose crinkled, and she gave the latex a sniff then a lick. “What is that?”

He couldn’t resist. “Kangaroo, love.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Just kidding. It’s kiwi. The fruit, not me.” Inside her would be heaven. He held out his hand for the packet.

Her eyes narrowed. “Nope. I’ll do it.”

“Righto. Suit me up.”

The prelubricated surface tingled on his erection as she unrolled the rubber. Bending over, she gave him one last lingering lick on the underside, tracing the vein with her tongue. “Damn, woman. Enough. Come on up here.”

Allie straddled him, then lined up his cock with her entrance and slowly took him inside.

A hot, tight squeeze surrounded him with pleasure. “God, you feel good.”

“Mmm. So do you.” She looped her arms around his neck and planted a hungry kiss on his mouth. He opened, and her tongue slid inside.

Now they could sink into the pool. Jaime wrapped an arm around her, and floated them down the steps until they were chest-deep in the scintillating turquoise waves, adjusting to the warmth and the chlorinated steam. He gripped her waist and dragged her up his shaft, then thrust to meet her as she slid down. Picking up the rhythm, Allie mimicked his actions with her tongue. So good, a perfect fit. An invisible fist tightened around his nuts.

Allie tore her mouth away and began to pump, panting as she rode him. “Jaime, so close, so—”

Waves of release jolted her, and she clamped down on his cock, sending him over the edge in a powerful orgasm that blurred his vision and cut sound down to a whisper.

Kisses fluttered over his forehead. “Jaime? You okay?”

He opened his eyes to Allie, her drawn-down brows shadowing her gaze.

“Fine. Fabulous, actually.” Coasting his hands along her arms and settling them along her shoulders, he gave her an impudent grin.

Allie leaned in and rubbed her nose against his. “Ready to get out of the pool and do some further work on diplomacy tonight?”

“As soon as we can get more covers.” Getting a naughty with this gal made the long plane trip worthwhile, even if the physical therapy program didn’t teach him any new tricks. “You’re showing amazing aptitude at—relations—between our two countries.”

~*~
Whitley Gray
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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Meredith Medical Center ~ Part Nine

Content advisory: m/f sex; profanity

MMC is a serial story. Please see the 9-14-10 posting for Part One.

Meredith City is a major health care hub, located in the upper Midwest. With a large trauma center and a well-known physical rehabilitation facility, the staff puts up with difficult schedules in exchange for the opportunity to work there. Not all of the opportunities are purely medical…

Allie strode down the hallway of Meredith Medical Center, approaching the Outpatient Physical Therapy area.

Why did she have to be the one to orient and instruct this visiting physical therapist from Australia? As if she didn’t have enough to do after Lina had called in “sick.” Sick, yeah right. The woman wasn’t ill, she was taking a long weekend trip to Acapulco with her boyfriend. Selfish, selfish woman, leaving Allie with all these extra patients.

While Lina was swimming in the vast Bay of Mexico, Allie would be swimming with patients in the physical therapy pool, teaching the Aussie their PT protocols.

Allie pulled open the door to the outpatient physical therapy department. The front desk contained only shadows, and the lobby was empty.

Not a sound. After four o’clock, the place shut down. And now, at seven in the evening, the cleaning crew had been and gone.

Had the receptionist let the Australian woman wait in the therapy room? Allie yanked the paper out of her pocket. Jaime. Jaime Knott. Had to remember her name.

Shoving her hair off her sweaty forehead, Allie jerked open the door to the patient area. Late afternoon sun streamed through the big windows, throwing white squares across the therapy tables, treadmills, and weight machine.

No Aussie.

She threw her head back and stared at the ceiling. Where in the hell was she? Maybe Allie could just walk around yelling the name until the woman appeared.

Just keep looking and try not to explode.

Sooo hot in here with the AC turned low for the night. She lifted her hair off her neck. Might be time to try a shorter style. Allie snorted. She’d probably end up looking like a blonde Justin Bieber.

One by one, she cleared the changing rooms. Nothing. Not a single guest from down under.

Okay. Maybe this Jaime woman had been told to wait in Allie’s office. She pulled off her white clinic coat and crossed the dark carpet to the back of the therapy room. The door marked “Private” was supposed to be kept locked. She tried the knob. Yep, locked. She fumbled for the key on her lanyard. The barrier was for safety as well as privacy, but it was a pain in the ass to turn the worn out tumblers and cajole the lock to release. It’d be nice if the hospital got around to upgrading to keycards before the next millennium.

With a little jiggling, her key unlocked the door to the offices and pool.

Back here, dark ruled, and she felt along the wall for the hall light switch. Could the Medical Center have windows in the offices? No. Too expensive. When Allie got engrossed in paperwork, she had no idea what the time was.

Her hand brushed the switch, and tiny lights brightened the hall along the ceiling. Still dark, but at least she could see.

Very quiet back here. But hey, she’d been here alone plenty of times. She started down the hall to her office, then froze.

A square of light spilled onto the hall carpet. The poolroom. Oh, crap. Who had left the poolroom open? What if someone couldn’t get out of the water and had drowned? Moisture bloomed on her skin as she tiptoed forward.

Inside, the lights in the pool cast shifting shadows in shades of cobalt and turquoise, reflecting in watery waves on the walls. An opaque skylight illuminated the area. Please, no bodies.

Allie eased forward to the edge of the pool and peered in.

“G’day.”

Allie whirled, and the slippery surface skated under her feet. She hit the water, the chlorine burning her nose as she plunged below the surface.

She popped to the surface and wiped her hair out of her face, then opened her eyes.

A gorgeous man dressed in light-colored scrubs stood by the pool.

“Ah, so sorry. Didn’t mean to startle ya.” An accent seasoned his words. He squatted next to the water.

“Who in the hell are you?” she bit out. Wait a minute. He sounded Australian. Maybe he was married to the physical therapist. Terrific. She’d snarked at the woman’s husband.

Feeling ridiculous, Allie waded toward the steps.

The man smiled. God, he had a beautiful smile. And dark hair to his shoulders. And dark eyes. And wouldn’t you know, she was a sucker for all that.

“I’m Jaime Knott. Nice to meetcha.”

Oh, crap. “You—you’re the therapist? But I was—”

“Expecting a woman. I know. I get that a lot.”

He was sex on antipodean legs, and her mascara was probably running down her face. Boy, she was making a great first impression.

He raised his eyebrows.

Sheesh, Allie. Apologize.

“I’m Allie Sands, your—tour guide—during your visit here. Sorry for snapping at you. I thought you were the therapist’s husband or something.”

“Yeah? I’m not married.” Extending his palm toward her, he edged forward. “Let me help you out.”

She planted one arm on the edge of the pool deck and grabbed on.

Jaime pulled, then tumbled into the pool, dragging Allie underwater with him. Water went up her nose.

Crap again. This day just got better and better, didn’t it?

Something bumped her leg, then Jaime’s arm came around her waist. She broke the surface, her back pressed to his chest. Without thinking, she settled her arm on his. What great muscles.

“A fair dinkum welcome, I’d say.” He spoke next to her ear, pulled her against him. Nerve endings in private places woke up. Whoops. Better declare playtime over before she did something foolish.

“Uh, we better get out.”

“Yeah.” His arm fell away.

Allie slogged toward the steps.

She dragged up the stairs onto the pool deck and sat, then pulled off her shoes. Catching a glimpse of her chest, she felt heat move into her cheeks. Her bra showed through her shirt, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, her nipples had hardened into obvious points. Damn traitorous body.

Jaime grinned at her, ran his hands over his hair, then rose from the water like a sea god, his scrubs plastered to his body.

Allie froze. My Lord. Everything showed. Jaime had a sculpted chest, firm abs, beautifully muscled arms and legs. And right in the middle… well, he had nothing on under those scrubs. His generous package showed, and he was aroused.

She gulped and looked away. Okay, crap was no longer the word for this day. How had things gotten so screwed up? Screwed. There’s a useful word.

Stop it.

Jaime settled next to her.

Oh, man. A shiver galloped through her, and she darted a glance at his face. His eyes were a deep blue in this light, and he had a straight nose, square chin, and full kissable mouth. Such an attractive man. How could he not be taken? Her eyes drifted down, and she snapped her gaze back to his.

“Did you travel here by yourself?”

“Yeah. All alone in a strange city.” His lids lowered halfway, and a slow smile lit his face. “You look cold. Do you want to… get out of these wet clothes? With me?”

Did he mean… get naked? “Yeah, I’d like to get out of these. You seem”—aroused—“cold.”

“Yep.”

Jaime kicked off his shoes and padded barefoot to the door, then pushed it closed and thumbed the lock.

Ooohhh.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing a hairless chest. His thick cock made a tent of his scrubs.

Now or never, Sands.

She gripped the hem of her sodden shirt and pulled it off, then shimmied out of her pants. And what do you know? She’d worn a matching bra and panty set. Score one for her.

Strolling past her, Jaime pulled out his soaked wallet and removed a green foil packet, setting it on the edge of the pool. With deliberation, he turned away from her and pulled off his scrub pants, giving her a view of his firm butt as he descended into the water. He pushed toward the steps on the opposite end of the pool.

Okay. Two could play at this. She waited until he settled shoulder-deep on the steps, then sashayed over and waded into the pool in her lingerie. His smile faded. Once she’d gotten shoulder deep, she stripped off her bra and panties, tossing them onto the pool deck.

The smile returned as she swam toward him. When she came into range, he grabbed her and sat her sideways on his knees. Beneath the wavelets, she couldn’t make out his erection.

He held her away from his groin. “Better free of the clothes, eh?”

“Much better.”

He lifted her hands to his chest, then slid them up his pecs to his shoulders.

Okay. Follow-the-leader. She’d go along with that for now.

His hand stroked her belly underwater.

One of his hands wrapped around the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. His lips parted, but thank God, he didn’t shove his tongue in like some guys. A malleable masculine mouth. Allie licked his lips in invitation, and his tongue danced with hers. Man, he tasted like an iced mocha latte, her favorite drink. Tasty.

The hand on her stomach moved to her breast, chafing the nipple with his thumb until she arched into his hand. At this rate she’d orgasm before they did anything.

“I have to touch you,” she panted, letting go of his shoulders.

He captured her wrists, pulling them above her head.

“Not yet.” His voice rolled across her nerve endings in a pleasurable wave.

The other arm shifted her into a position in front of him, facing away. His thighs parted, and he pulled her back into the vee of his legs.

The ridge of pressure against her sacrum had to be his cock. Allie shivered as he let her wrists go. His hands moved between her thighs, lifting her knees and situating her calves on the outside of his.

How smutty was this? Wide open underwater with a cock pressed against her back, and—

She jumped as a finger stroked her cleft. “Oh.”

The arm wrapped around her waist held her in place. Hot breath tickled her ear. “’Oh,’ good? Or ‘Oh,’ bad?”

“Oh, good. You surprised me, is all.” She tilted her head to the side, and he kissed her neck.

“Good.”

Allie followed the path of his hand as it trailed down her chest and underwater. Jaime’s arm tightened around her, then that private touch, drawing upward in her center, setting off sparks of pleasure in her pelvis. Hot lips kissed a swath along her shoulder.

Mouth-to-mouth. She wanted that clever tongue. Allie twisted her head to the side, and he bent over, capturing her lips in a steamy kiss. This time his tongue set up a prodding rhythm echoed by his hand between her thighs.

A big finger entered her body, then moved to her clit. Her hips thrust forward to meet him on the next entry, and a heavy throbbing built. Now two fingers, oh, felt so good.

He stopped.

“What’re you doing?” She squirmed, trying to push down on his hand.

“Building the tension.”

“Trust me, it’s built.”

“It’s like waves, Allie. Rolling in, going out, until high tide.”

“I was almost to high tide when you stopped.”

“More?” He grinned at her.

“Get the wave machine cranking.”

His eyebrows rose.

“Please? More waves?”

With a groan, he fused their mouths as his fingers thrust in and out, and his thumb circled her clit. The orgasm exploded out of her, muting the lapping water and starring her vision with multicolored sparks. He stayed with her as she rode the waves of pleasure, then withdrew as the tremors stopped.

She became limp spaghetti in his arms. Holy Down Under, Batman. Were all Aussies great lovers? God bless Lina’s boyfriend for dragging her away and leaving Allie to take care of the visiting physical therapist.

He held her against him and covered the back of her neck with kisses. He teased her ear with his tongue. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

She tilted her head back and smiled. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to welcome you to America in style.”

~*~

Whitley Gray

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Meredith Medical Center Part Eight

Content advisory: m/f sex; profanity

Meredith City is a major health care hub, located in the upper Midwest. With a large trauma center, the nursing staff puts up with difficult schedules in exchange for the opportunity to work there. Not all of the opportunities are purely medical…


Last time we saw them, pharmaceutical rep Reece and lingerie designer Shari had a wonderful dinner at Chez La Fete, followed by fabulous sex in the front seat of Reece’s convertible. After a brief recovery, they are headed to Reece’s apartment to work off dessert.

“Gods, that was incredible.” Reece’s hand stroked down Shari’s back. “I’m not in any condition to drive home right now.”

“Fine, because I can’t move. Yet.”

He laughed. “This is much better than the start of the evening.”

“Yeah. Nice gearshift and I don’t mean Miata.”

“Not bad yourself.”

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she sat up. “A hell of a way to work off dinner.”

Reece trailed a finger down her chest. “Just wait til we work off dessert.”

This little interlude in the car was just the beginning. Imagine what they could do with an entire bed at their disposal.

“Can we run by Brad’s place?”

“Uh, Shari, I don’t feel comfortable having sex in your brother’s guest room. Even if he’s not there.” Was the evening going to go to hell now?

Shari slid off his lap and maneuvered around the car’s gearshift, then flopped in the passenger seat. “I wasn’t planning on it. Just have to grab a couple of things.”

Reece adjusted his clothes. “Things?”

Straightening her dress, Shari looked up at him, blue eyes blazing. “Girl things. You’ll like them.”

“Oh.” Girl things? Did she mean…oh, yeah. She’d said she sewed custom clothing. She wanted to dress up for him? “If you’re sure you need them.”

“It’ll be worth the trip, I promise.”

“Okay, then.” He grinned and snapped on his seatbelt. “Let’s go.”

Still foggy as hell. Reece nosed the car past the sidewalk, then turned onto the street. A stoplight emerged out of the whiteout. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. When he got her home, he’d—

“Would you mind turning on the heat?” Shari shivered.

Nice, Reece. Get your mind off your dick. He reached forward and turned on the heater. “Sorry.”

“I hadn’t noticed the chill until now.” She settled her hand on his upper thigh. “All that activity kept me warm.”

And just like that, his cock woke up. Damn, this woman turned him on. “I’ll warm you up some more as soon as we get home.”

Shari’s little finger brushed his fly, and then she pulled her hand away.

Reece bit back a groan. Thank God they had less than a block to go before reaching Brad’s place.

“Just go ahead and park in the driveway.”

“All right.” He swung the car into Brad’s drive.

“Be right back.” Shari reached over and drew a finger over his lips.

The light tickle lit off a heat wave that went straight to his cock. “I’ll be waiting.”

Shari exited the Miata. Reece licked his lips as he followed her swaying hips with his gaze. So hot, and they weren’t done yet. Hopefully she’d bring an overnight case.
He slid down in the seat, palmed the gearshift with his right hand. Wonder what kind of clothing she designed? Cocktail dresses? Maybe one of those backless numbers, cut low in the front. His eyes drifted shut.

Easy access. Next best thing to bare skin…yeah, he could—

The door pulled open, and he shot upright.

Shari held a large suitcase. “I got my stuff.”

Thank God she couldn’t she him blush in the dark. Him, blushing. Christ. “No way we’ll get that inside the car. Let me open the trunk.”

He popped the lid, then hopped out and went around the back. The valise wasn’t heavy, but barely fit in the small space. Gingerly, he pressed the trunk closed.
She pulled him in by the lapels and lifted her face to his. “Thanks.”

“Welcome.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth. Such soft lips. Bet she was soft everywhere. “Time to get out of here.”

Shari nodded, then turned for the front of the car and settled herself in the passenger seat. She’d wrapped the London Fog tightly around herself. Was she still wearing the same dress? Reece slid into the driver’s side.

The fog made the trip to his place surreal. Stoplights materialized out of the mist on short notice, and the two miles took fifteen minutes.

When he swung open the door to his apartment, he fought an impulse to push her against the wall, rip off her clothes and shove inside her. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Shari walked past him, and he flipped on the lights. Reece carried her suitcase inside and set it next to the foyer closet, then locked the door. “Can I take your coat?”

She pivoted and leveled a hot gaze at him. “How about you have a seat, and I’ll take it off for you?”

Well, hell. Who was he to refuse a floorshow? He strolled to the couch and sat in the middle. Might as well take off his shoes and jacket, get comfortable. Shari strutted toward him, still in her London Fog.

Reece licked his lips. Damn, she was beautiful. Maybe she’d dance on his coffee table. Heat pulsed to his cock.

She leaned in, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Her hand landed over his fly. He reached for her, and she skipped away.

“Uh uh, mister. No touching, just looking.” She batted long eyelashes at him as she approached.

He nodded.

With nimble fingers she unbuttoned his shirt, then yanked it out of his pants. “Off with the shirt. I need to see those pecs.”

Halfway to naked sounded good. He stripped off the shirt, twirled it around, and tossed on the couch.

“Hands behind your head.”

What was she up to? He obliged, locking his fingers together.

“Mmm.” Shari’s pink tongue traced her lips, then she bent and licked his left nipple. The tickle pumped blood south.

“God,” he groaned. “Let me touch you.”

“No, no. Hold the position.” She moved to his other nipple.

Reece jacked his head back, squeezing his fingers together. Beneath his slacks, his cock protested the confinement.

Another lick, this time to his chest, and down his abs. Reece hissed and let his thighs fall apart. Shari made short work of his belt, button and zipper. His cock peeked out the top of his boxers.

Shari smiled and tapped the slit.

His hips came up. My God, she was a tease.

“Lift your butt.”

He complied, and she slid his pants and boxers off, followed by his socks.

Great. Here he sat naked on his own couch, with a woman wearing a coat and planning who knows what. A bead of precome slid down the head of his cock.

“Okay, I think you’re ready.”

Ready? Ready was fifteen minute ago. He was desperate.

Shari stalked across the room, whirled and faced him.

“I’d like your opinion on a piece I’m working on.”

“Uh, okay?” He shifted in his seat.

Slow and steady, she untied the belt on her coat, then let the khaki slide off her shoulders onto the floor.

Holy hell and fuck me til Sunday.

The outfit was made of black leather, some sort of vest and skirt ensemble. A series of belts and buckles held it together, leaving various gaps, and in those places, Reece noticed bare skin.

The whole thing screamed dominatrix.

An excited tingle raced across his skin.

“What do you think about the outfit? Like?”

Words. Speak. A swallow and nod would have to do.

A broad smile crossed her face. “It’s custom. I’ve never made anything like it before. Would you like me to show you some of the special features?”

Absolutely. He licked his lips.

“Okay, then.” Shari unfastened a belt strapped around her midriff and parted the vest in the middle, shrugged and let it slide down to her fingertips. She tossed the piece on the couch next to Reece.

Shit. A black leather strip looped around her neck and criss-crossed between her breasts, leaving the white swells and dark pink nipples bare. With a slow turn, she showed off the back. The belt continued around the back, crisscrossing in the middle, and ended in the front, the two ends held together by a silver buckle at her waist. Another wave of heat ran down his spine, kicking off a low ache in his balls and cock.

Shari drew a finger across one nipple, bringing it erect. “Like it so far?”

Reece cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Here’s the next part.”

This time she released a buckle at her hips. The patch of fabric pretending to be a skirt fell away, revealing a… chastity belt?

Not that he had any experience to fall back on. A broad leather belt wrapped her waist and dove between her legs, leaving dark hair exposed. She turned, and the strip traveled across her buttock, circled her waist and ran over her crotch, then coasted up the other buttock.
The whole thing appeared to fasten at her waist, below the buckle holding the ends of the upper section.

Hell, that strip had to be several feet long to do that around-the-world thing.

Biting her bottom lip, Shari faced him. “What do you think?”

“It’s good. Really good.”

“You think the client will approve?”

“Uh, I don’t know.”

Shari swayed toward him until she straddled his thighs. The scent of new leather, perfume, and feminine arousal hit him. Hard. If he couldn’t have her soon, he’d come just from the vision in front of him. More precome dribbled from his cock.

“Would you like to unfasten the belts?” She squatted in front of him and licked up the underside of his shaft.

“I can’t move my hands,” he gasped.

“What a good little submissive you are.” Her hot velvet tongue stroked over the head, and she sucked him in.

He thrust before he could control it.

With a pop, she released him. “Not yet.”

“Please.”

“Unfasten the bottom. Only the bottom, Reece. Do you understand?”

He nodded.

“Okay.” She stood.

Letting his fingers slide apart, he freed his hands from behind his neck, then flexed the joints to relieve the stiffness.

The butter-soft leather was thin as fabric. The lower belt unsnapped without a problem, and he unwound the strip until he’d bared her lower half. Every inch of skin he uncovered heightened his pleasure. Damn. He could hardly wait to get her on the bed and pound into her.

If she’d let him.

He kissed her thigh. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Are you ready for me?” Shari looped the belt around his neck and urged him to his feet.
“I’m past ready.”

Hot palm around his erection pulling him along, Shari led him down the hall. “Which bedroom?”

“The one on the right.”

She led him inside. The king-size bed had never looked better.

Shari stripped back the covers, and he came up against her back, shaft nestling between her butt cheeks. He worked his hands along the leather belts until her breasts rested in his palms.

“My turn now.” He ran his lips along her shoulder.

“I love a take-charge man.”

He urged her onto the bed on her chest. This was going to be fabulous. “Lift your hips.”
He stuffed a couple of pillows beneath her. Not high enough. A third pillow brought her up to the right height. Leaning to the side, he caught her eye. “Doing okay?”

“I’m fine. Want to feel you fill me.”

Reece grinned. He pulled a condom and lube out of the bedside table. “Got something here for you. It’s going to tingle.”

Shari lifted up, turned around and looked at him. “What?”

“My company makes nonprescription personal care items.”

“Lube is personal care?”

“According to them it is. This stuff is supposed to tingle and heighten sensation. Want to try it?”

“Ookaaay.”

Reece pushed her down into position. This stuff better live up to the company’s claim. Shari didn’t seem like the type to be polite if it didn’t feel good.

Squirting some of the sparkling clear gel into his palm, Reece let it warm up for a few seconds. It felt like it was getting colder. He squinted at the label. Oh. Feels cold, then heats up with friction. He stirred two fingers through the blob, and it did heat up.

“Okay, here we go.”

“Okay.”

He slicked his fingers and drew them along her cleft, circling, bathing her clit in lubricant. A shiver passed through her.

“That’s cold!”

“It’ll heat up as we go.” He pressed a kiss to the small of her back.

“It better,” she grumbled.

Swirling his finger through the gel in his palm, Reece loaded on more magic lotion and introduced his index finger into her passage. Shari jerked.

“Now it’s like ice, not hot. Are you sure it’ll heat up?”

“We need to add friction.” He drew a finger up the strip of skin behind her opening.

“Then add friction, cause I’m freezing.”

Reece rubbed his hands together, and the ice melted into a heated solution. Oh yeah. A little to and fro would get this stuff working. He tore open the foil and sheathed himself, spreading more lubricant on the outside.

“Here we go.” Reece pressed against her opening, then pushed inside. Shari’s heat enveloped him, tightened around him. Through the thin latex, he registered the peculiar cold and hot sensation, more cold than hot. As he moved, the temperature swung toward warm, then hot. Vigorous thrusting brought the mix to a boil.

“God, it’s hot now. Hot.” Shari pushed back against him, taking him deeper. Pure perfection.

His balls tightened, and the first tingling sensation hit his lower back, heralding impending orgasm. Shari’s breath came in pants as he pumped. Reece tucked a hand between her legs, stroked her clit, then pinched.

She screamed and pulsed around him. Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, his balls tightening then releasing in hard jerks.

Shari sagged onto the pillows, and Reece collapsed on top of her, then rolled to the side and pulled her against his chest.

“My God, Reece. I’m a pile of noodles. How much dessert did we have to work off?”
“I think we’ll need a couple more sessions to make sure we’ve burned all those calories.”
Shari smiled. “Thank God for fattening desserts.”

~*~

Whitley Gray

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Meredith Medical Center Part Seven

Content advisory: m/f sex; profanity


Meredith City is a major health care hub, located in the upper Midwest. With a large trauma center, the nursing staff puts up with difficult schedules in exchange for the opportunity to work there. Not all of the opportunities are purely medical…


Shari sat in the doctor’s lounge, bouncing a stiletto on one foot.

Damn. Why had she believed Brad that this would be a “quick stop” at the hospital? She loved her brother, but come on. She’d flown in from Texas to spend the holiday weekend with him, and here she sat. All dressed up for dinner at Chez La Fete and parked in the physician’s lounge.

She leaned back and looked at the ceiling.

The door opened in the foyer, carrying the noise of a wet vac and the scent of industrial strength cleaner. Hangers clanked together, and she heard Brad’s voice speaking with someone. Her brother walked around the corner, black hair pulled back in a ponytail, dressed up for dinner.

Wearing his white clinic coat.

With a gorgeous guy behind him. If this was another one of Brad’s boyfriends, she’d kill him. Shari stood and gathered her raincoat.

“Hey. Glad you’re still here.” Brad strolled over.

Like she could go anywhere? She didn’t have a car or a map. “Yep. Still here.”

Brad blasted her with one of his famous hundred watt smiles. “Shari, this is Reece.”

Chocolate brown eyes, blond hair, and built. Just Brad’s type. She held out her hand. “Hello, Reece. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi. The pleasure’s mine.”

Warm handshake and a terrific fragrance. Why did the good ones always turn out to be gay?

“Will you be joining us for dinner?” She smiled sweetly.

The blond’s eyes widened, and he threw a quick look at Brad.

“I’m kind of stuck here.” Brad looped his stethoscope around his neck. “I thought you guys could go to dinner, and I’ll catch up in forty-five minutes or so.”

Oh, crap. He wasn’t really going to do this to her, was he?

“Maybe we should reschedule.” She glared a hole through Brad.

“But I had to book way ahead. Don’t want to lose the reservation.” Brad gave her a blue-eyed wink.

Damn. Shari chewed her lip. He knew how much she wanted to try the restaurant, the weasel. She’d harangued him for months, threatening to cancel her visit if he didn’t deliver on his promise to get a reservation.

Reece shoved his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “If you’re interested in going, I’d be happy to take you.”

In a glance, she checked his outfit. Of course, he had perfect taste in clothes, dressed as wonderful as he smelled. Shari sighed. “I suppose we should get going then.”

“Let me help you with your coat.” Brad held her London Fog, and she slid her arms into the sleeves. In April, Texas was in the seventies and eighties. Up here in the grand old west, rain, fog, and forties ruled.

“Play nice, Shari,” Brad muttered in her ear.

“I’ll show you nice when I get you alone.” And he better be ready.

Brad laughed. “Love you, too.” He stepped back, and clapped Reece on the shoulder. “Okay, guys. Enjoy.”

“No goodbye kiss?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Aw, sorry.” Brad smooched her cheek.

“You know that’s—”

“Better get going.” Her brother tapped his watch.

She looped her arm through Reece’s. “Yes, let’s go.”



Inside, the restaurant décor inspired romance. Mostly tables for two, scattered beneath a ceiling painted like a midnight sky, full of stars made of miniature twinkling lights. Purely for couples.

Yet here she sat with her brother’s latest boyfriend. She sighed.

“So, Reece. Have you ever eaten at Chez La Fete?”

“Mmm, a couple of times.” He leaned forward. “You look a lot like Brad.”

“Didn’t he tell you we’re twins?”

He grinned. “No, but I can see the resemblance. Same black hair, same blue eyes.”

“How long have you known my brother?”

“About a year. I’m a pharmaceutical rep, and I call on the Internal Medicine department roughly every other week.”

A work acquaintance. Usually Brad strove to keep the two separate, didn’t date people he’d met at the hospital. She lifted her menu.

“What about you? What do you do?” Reece raised an eyebrow.

“I sew.” Yeah, wait for it.

“Sew?”

“Yeah. Custom… clothing.”

“Like designer stuff?”

“You could say that.”

“Interesting.” Reece took a sip of his water. “Would I have seen any of your designs?”

Not likely, big guy. Not unless you’re into kinky women’s lingerie. “Probably not. They’re all custom. How long have you and Brad been dating?”

Reece choked, then coughed until he turned red. When the spasms subsided, he gasped for air. “Uh, Shari? I’m not dating your brother. I’m straight.”

“Oh.” Heat traveled from her chest to her neck, and migrated up to her cheeks. “Oh. I’m so sorry. I just assumed—”

“It’s okay. Forget it.” Brows pulled down, Reece scowled at his menu.

Man, she’d blown it big time. Brad had a straight male friend. That hadn’t happened since junior high. And she’d royally pissed off said friend.

Usually when she came to visit, it was like Gladys Knight and the Pips: Shari and Brad, his current lover, and Brad’s gay friends.

In her purse, her phone rang. Thank God. A distraction. She flipped it open.

“Hey, Shari. How’s it going?” Brad sounded way too happy.

“Just a minute.” She covered the receiver. “Um, Reece? I’ll step out to the lobby to take this.”

He gave a curt nod and went back to his menu.

She slinked across the dining room, past the hostess stand.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she hissed.

“Tell you what?”

“That Reece isn’t your boyfriend.”

Laughter came from the phone.

“It’s not funny, damn it. I assumed he was, and now he’s ticked. When are you going to be here?”

“That’s why I’m calling. I’m not.”

“Not? Brad, don’t you dare do this to me.”

“What? Set you up with a perfectly nice heterosexual male?”

“Oh. My. God. Is that what this is?” The temperature in the restaurant shot up. Air. She needed air. She pushed through the front door. The mist had thickened, and the beginnings of fog curled along the sidewalk. Damp and cold, like her evening.

“Reece is a nice guy. I told him about you, and he seemed interested. Told him I’d introduce you.”

“Introduce? More like throw me off a cliff. And you know what? He hates me for assuming he was yours.”

Brad chuckled. “Do you want me to call him and explain?”

“You’ve done enough,” she snapped. “I’ll settle up with you later.”

“Okay, Twinnie the Pooh.”

“Don’t call me that.” Shari closed her phone and straightened her shoulders. Might as well wade through the shambles of the evening. She stepped inside and strolled across the restaurant to the table.

Reece looked up. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Uh, Reece? I’m sorry for assuming you were Brad’s boyfriend. He didn’t explain—”

“It’s okay.” He grimaced. “I think he’d planned to act as matchmaker over dinner.”

“Can we call a truce? Friends?”

“Sure.”

Didn’t sound very convincing. Shari reached a hand across the table. “Hi. I’m Shari. Nice to meet you.”

He grinned and shook her hand. “I’m Reece. A pleasure.”

God, he had a beautiful smile.

A waitress appeared at the table. “Ready to order?”

~*~

Dinner went well. They had a lot in common, and relaxed into a meal full of good conversation and excellent food, and she ordered dessert to go. Brad held open the door of the restaurant, and guided her with a hand on the small of her back.

A thrill shot through her, and she shivered. God, he was attractive. Too bad he lived here in the Midwest, and that she’d ruined any chance of more than friendship with him.

The mist had coalesced into a dense fog.

Reece peered through the whiteout. “Do you want to wait here, and I’ll bring the car around to pick you up?”

“No, let’s walk. The fog doesn’t bother me.” She started down the sidewalk.

He sauntered along next to her, his arm brushing hers. Every nerve vibrated with his touch. She glanced up, but he stared straight ahead.

Don’t get your hopes up. Kinda ruined it at the start.

The sidewalk took a dip, and her stiletto went sideways. The ground loomed closer and she tottered, heading down.

Strong arms grabbed her around the waist. “Whoa. You okay?” Reece’s voice rumbled next to her ear, warm and velvet.

She couldn’t get her legs to support her. He pulled her against him and set her on her feet. She gripped his biceps. This close, his scent filled her nose, the spicy cologne wrapped around her.

His arms didn’t loosen. His chocolate gaze dipped to her mouth, and he bent his head. The first touch of his lips to hers, a chaste hello, a pleasure to meet you kind of kiss, kindled a fire across her skin.

Reece’s eyes widened, then hooded. The next kiss made full firm contact, but he didn’t demand her lips part for him.

Her nipples tightened, and a heavy heat curled low in her pelvis.

Now this was kissing. And they hadn’t even made open-mouthed contact. She leaned into him. More. She slid her arms from his biceps to circle his neck, pulled him closer, and he groaned, but still didn’t invade.

Guess she’d have to assert herself. She licked at his lips to open.

He responded, hot and enthusiastic, his tongue tangling with hers. The flavor of coffee with cream and after dinner mint introduced themselves to her taste buds. This time, she groaned.

After a minute, lightheadedness intervened, and she had to break the kiss for air. “Reece…”

“Let me take you somewhere more private. Okay with you?” he panted.

“Absolutely.” Was that her voice, with the come hither vixen tone?

She turned, and he tucked her into his side. Shari glanced down. A lot of arousal viewable among the pleats of his dress pants. Oh, yeah, this evening was headed for the bedroom.

The heat cranked up to throbbing low in her middle.

Reece’s sports car sat in an isolated corner of the parking lot, looking ghostly in the dense fog. Talk about zero visibility.

He guided her to the passenger side, a firm hand on her elbow as he opened the door, and she slid into the low bucket seat. She palmed the gearshift.

“I noticed this on the way here, you like driving standard, huh?”

“A stick is more fun than an automatic.” A grin developed on his face.

Yep. It was more fun. And not the Miata kind.

He sauntered around the front, then pulled open the driver’s door and folded into the seat next to her. “Ready?”

“Yep.” That tent in his pants…. He must be aching by now. One touch, to communicate where they were headed. She reached over, pressing her hand over his groin.

A groan escaped while his hips lifted. “Damn.”

Thick and hard, he filled her palm. Definitely a crowd pleaser, this cock. She couldn’t resist working his anticipation higher. A little squeeze, to keep things interesting.

A gasp came from him. “Shit. Keep that up, and we’ll never make it to my apartment.”

The sound of his roughened voice got her wet. She wanted him, could hardly wait to feel that shaft stretching her. She rubbed his fly. “You mean… this?”

His knees fell apart, and he pulled her in for a kiss. This time he led with his tongue, aggressive in his exploration as she kept up the friction.

Why wait? The fog cocooned them. She unbuttoned his pants, teased the zipper, pulling it down tooth by tooth, exposing boxers.

Easy access. She reached through the opening in front and gripped the prize. The heat and firm thickness… God, she throbbed. Maybe it’d been a mistake to get him this worked up. Look at the effect he had on her— she wasn’t far from orgasm herself. The power of taking the lead made her hot, and he obviously didn’t have a problem with it.

She stroked up from base to tip, encountering hot liquid precome in the slit. With her thumb she rubbed it into the crown, and he bucked in her hand. Answering moisture gushed between her thighs.

“Not going to last,” he said through his teeth.

“Me either.” She bent and took him with her lips.

He groaned and thrust into her mouth, his fingers digging into her hair, but not forcing.

The flavors of salt and the spice of his soap, and musky aroused man greeted her. No way could she take the entire length. This required creativity. She slipped a hand under his balls, rolling them in her palm, stroking the sensitive strip of skin behind them.

Reece shifted down in his seat. “Christ.”

His husky tone set off shivers. She grinned around the cock filling her mouth. With a gentle grip of teeth below the crown, she secured him in place and tongued the groove, tickling the slit with her tongue. Twisting her fingers on the shaft, she kept up the routine until his testicles tightened.

“Close,” he groaned and pushed her away. “So close.”

In the dim light, his erection gleamed with her saliva, appearing dark purple and delicious. She withdrew to her own seat and shrugged out of her raincoat, kicked off her stilettos, reached under her dress and slid off her saturated thong. “Scoot your seat back, and lower it.”

“What?”

Must be addled by arousal. “Move your seat back as far as it will go then lay it flat.”

“Now?”

“Now.” Should’ve got him ready while he could still think with his big head. She dove into her purse, pulling a condom from her makeup bag.

He moved the seat into position, studying her, his eyes hooded with arousal.

“Hips up,” she coaxed. She wanted all of him, skin to skin.

After he complied, she yanked his pants and boxers down to mid-thigh.

A magnificent cock, thick and curved arched toward his belly. Shari tore open the condom and rolled it down his length.

God, this was a small car. Why couldn’t he be an SUV guy? They’d have the whole cargo space to stretch out.

She undid the tie on her dress. Thank God she’d worn the wrap number. With care, she clambered over the gearshift and climbed into his lap.

The ridge of his shaft burned against her heated core, and she sucked in a breath through her teeth. Had to get a little more foreplay before she impaled herself. She pulled her dress wide, and unsnapped the front closure on her bra, letting her breasts free.

Reece let out a guttural sound and sat up. He latched onto a nipple, tongue and teeth dancing over the sensitive tissue. A pleasurable tightening skipped to her center. She slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer.

A soft pop, and he switched to the other breast, laving and nibbling. The fever of his erection pressed against her core, begging entrance.

What he did with his mouth, this man. Lord. But she needed skin. She gripped his shoulders and pushed him back. He lay with a half smile on his face, hands on her hips while she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest.

Smooth and beautiful, with scant hair until his navel. There, a happy trail pointed the way to his personal gearshift. She rubbed her palms over the firm muscle. Great pecs, and she loved a man with a well-developed chest. The male nipple tended to be a neglected erogenous zone. A little tickle, a little pinching, and the nubs stood erect. The chocolate brown eyes squeezed shut.

“You like that?” She gave him another pinch.

“Yeah.” Reece’s tone deepened to a guttural groan.

For good measure, she tongued his chest until a shudder passed through him.

She had to feel him inside her. Raising her hips, she held his cock and directed it to her opening. The crown alone stretched her. Shari threw her head back, and sank onto him, inch by luscious inch, until she rested against the base of his shaft.

Amazing. She’d never had live flesh fill her like this. Reece thrust up, bumping her clit, sending a shower of erotic sparks through her pelvis.

“Shari, so hot. So damn tight and hot. Have to move.” He lowered his hips, withdrawing, shoved into her to the hilt, and they groaned in unison.

Right. Move. She swiveled, the friction tantalizing her aroused nub. Perfect position.

Reece gripped her waist and lifted, slammed her down. “Keep going.”

The pistoning rhythm wound the spring of Shari’s enjoyment higher, and tightening in her navel warned of impending implosion. “Almost there, don’t stop.”

The orgasm poured over her like lava, white-hot pleasure dimming her vision and dampening sound. As if from a distance, she heard Reece yelling as he came. His cock pulsed inside her sheath.

“Ah, damn, Shareeeeeeee.” His body bucked against her, extending her climax.

She collapsed on his chest, the sweat of their exertions sticking them together. A workout had never felt better.

“God, that felt incredible.” Reece’s hand stroked down her back. “I’m not in any condition to drive home right now.”

“Fine, because I can’t move. Yet.”

He laughed. “This is much better than the start of the evening.”

“Yeah. Nice gearshift, and I don’t mean the Miata.”

“Not bad yourself.”

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she sat up. “A hell of a way to work off dinner.”

Reece trailed a finger down her chest. “Just wait ‘til we work off dessert.”

~~*~~

Please return in later in April 2011 for the next regular installment of Meredith Medical Center!

Whitley Gray

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If you’re enjoying our original fiction, please consider leaving us a review on Amazon. We’d be grateful for your support.

If you missed any of our previous posts and would like to catch up, you can purchase Everything Erotic - Volume I-VII anthologies as ebooks for only $2.99 each! Want it in print? Everything Erotic - Volumes I-III is now available in paperback for $12.95.



Copyright © 2011 Whitley Gray

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.