CHAPTER 6
Matilda
I sit on the examination table waiting for Dr. Church.
I’m lucky I was able to find him still in his office at this hour and I’m even luckier that I was somehow able to wiggle my way into getting this vaccination.
But the ultimate test of my good fortunes today will be if I somehow get him to wiggle his way into my pants. I definitely would be all for it.
He’s older, hot, rich, and is doing what I’d absolutely love to do one day…saving lives and making a difference.
If I’m a tenth as successful as he is at any point in my career I’ll consider it a success.
I look up at the clock on the wall as I swing my feet from the edge of the table anticipating his arrival.
Since I learned I’d need the shot all I wanted was to get it over with. Now that I’ve met Dr. Church all I want is for it to last as long as possible.
Not the shot, but my time here with him.
I wonder if he needs help? Maybe when I finish up in Africa I can score an internship under the real life Dr. McDreamy.
The door opens and Dr. Church steps inside.
“Thank you for seeing me. I’m sorry to have caused quite a disturbance.”
He prepares the shot. “You certainly did cause a disturbance. That’s for sure.”
He moves quickly and effortlessly like a true professional. It’s after hours so he doesn’t have his smock on, but I’m not complaining one bit. Any clothes that get in the way of that amazing body of his and me seeing it are definitely better on a hanger than on his back.
I look him up and down and can see his T-shirt isn’t the only thing he’s filling out.
He’s got a tight tush and thick legs. I guess he did get the memo…never skip leg day at the gym. Most guys seem to miss that one and the resulting barrel chest with chicken legs is not a good look at all.
But his thick thighs and carefully sculpted calves have me thinking how he can hold me up with ease as he does things to me while my feet are off the ground that a professional gymnast could only dream of.
As my eyes make my way back up his body he turns slightly to the side.
“Woah,” I say.
“Big one, huh?” he says.
“Yeah,” I say, staring at his package which is obviously ready to be unwrapped. He’s rock hard and his jeans are sporting a huge bulge. I swear I can hear the zipper straining to keep the horse in the barn. “Where are you gonna put that?” I ask.
“Inside you of course.”
I swallow hard. “Where inside me?”
Oh my god. Is he going to do me right here and now on this examination table?
I know if we get started there’s no way I’m going to get that shot before midnight. I’ll be too busy riding his cock and doing other things to it that I’ll lose track of time, and by time I don’t mean hours…I’m talking days, weeks, and years here.
“Well. There are a couple places I generally prefer,” he says.
I still haven’t removed my eyes from his rod.
“Such as?”
“The buttocks is always good.”
“The buttocks?” I say.
“Yeah, you know. Just stick it in and you’re done. It might hurt to sit down for awhile, but you’ll get over it.”
He’s a freak! He’s not even going to lube me up? I guess he’s used to seeing the human body so he just goes after what he wants. Who knew he had a thing for the backdoor? I expected a doctor to be a clean freak but this one is a dirty dog.
“Where else can you put it?” I ask not sure if I’m ready for the answer. If he’s starting off with a back door delivery where does he go to top that?
“You know. I can pinch a bit of skin and stick it in your brachii.”
“My brachii?” That sounds a lot like my back-e-uh…as in my backside, but I thought we already covered that.
“Yeah, you know your triceps brachii muscle,” he says as he turns around with the needle in his hand.
Suddenly he looks right at me looking right at his erection and the fluid from the needle squirts out all over the floor.
I look up completely embarrassed. “I’m so sorry!” I say.
He freezes.
“I see you were referring to…something else.”
“I just thought. I mean. I’m sorry that’s what I mean.”
I’m completely flustered and rattled.
I jump up from the examination table, turn my body and throw my torso on the table and pull my pants and panties down so he can inject me and get this over with.
I’ve completely embarrassed myself and I need to get out of here pronto.
But the minute I get into position I feel a cold breeze across my ass and my pussy tighten.
I squeeze my eyes tight, but I don’t hear him walking towards me.
I look back over my shoulder and see him staring directly at my ass. If his cock was a flagpole before it’s the Statue of Liberty now, and I want nothing more than to be set free. Free of the rules and regulations and codes of conduct that prohibit doctor patient relations.
And from the look on his face he wants it too. His expression is hungry. His pupils are dilated and those blue eyes of his seem even bigger and bluer. His mouth is closed, but from the expression on his face I wouldn’t be surprised if it dropped open anytime soon. He’s completely focused on my ass as if nothing else matters in the world.
“You have something against the brachii muscle?” he says.
My face turns beet red and I realize I’ve made an even bigger fool of myself.
I quickly stand up and pull my pants back up over my ass.
“If you can just take a seat again, we can proceed,” he says.
I have no idea how to read this guy. Doctor Firm Dick is standing here with a complete erection…an erection he had even before I stupidly showed him my ass. And now that erection is even bigger and thicker, but his professionalism seems to be growing too. When he entered the room his tone seemed more casual at first, but now he’s all business.
These hot and cold signals are confusing the heck out of me.
I hate that I practically feel like I’m throwing myself at him, even though I wasn’t trying to, but damn…can he make up his mind as to if he wants to be professional or not?
“Of course not,” I say.
I sit on the edge of edge of the table and he moves in closer to me.
It’s one thing to see how big he is from a few feet away. It’s entirely another when he’s standing right next to you and he’s towering over you. I swear he’s at least twice as wide as me…his shoulders seem more like three times as wide.
I can feel his warmth in the cool room and it makes my neck tingle.
And then I feel his hands against my skin.
His grip is firm but not overbearing on my arm which he makes feel like a twig in those big mitts of his.
He’s barely gripping me yet he has complete control over me. I feel intimidated by his size and turned on at the same time. Very, very turned on.
“You’re going to feel a bee sting in three…”
He pinches my skin and pokes me before he says two. I feel the needle release the fluid inside the back of my arm and suddenly I feel even warmer.
“All done,” he says.
“Thank you,” I say. “Sorry to cause you trouble. I had this shot years ago, but I lost those records and I’m going to a place with such a high infection rate so it made sense to get revaccinated. Plus it was required.”
“What is your goal with this program?”
“I want to help people and eventually do what you do one day.”
“What I do?” he asks.
“Yeah, I mean maybe not at the same level…you’re very successful from what I’m gather, but something like this. Helping people in very stressful situations. It must be a rush saving people’s lives.”
“It’s a rush alright,” he says.
He still hasn’t moved. I’m not sure what to do so I stand up, but I don’t go anywhere.
Now his body is directly next to mine.
“You may need additional shots,” he says. “I’d have to take a look at the books.”
“Additional shots?”
“That’s right.” Is he trying to keep me from leaving? Trying to extend our time together? “I went on a trip through Brazil a couple years ago. Part of it was in the Amazon region. I needed more vaccinations than I initially expected. Even hepatitis for the possibility of what I’d come in contact with in the water.”
“You swam in the Amazon? Aren’t there---“
“Crocodiles there? Not exactly. More like caiman. But you can actually surf the Amazon now. Guys have been doing it for over a decade now.”
“You surfed the Amazon?”
“I did. There are some waves there that you can ride for twenty minutes straight. It’s a long, smooth ride and it’s very satisfying. It really brings out the animal inside you.”
“Long? Smooth? The animal inside?”
“Animal instincts. You never feel so alive as when you’re close to death. Seeing those caiman lying along the side of the bank knowing if I wipe out they’ll be coming for me right away. Knowing that if I make one wrong move everything I worked for could be completely…gone.”
“But you didn’t make a wrong move?”
“No I didn’t,” he says. I feel my body slide closer to his and his inch closer to mine. And it’s not just our bodies, it’s our faces.
“But I wanted to.”
“You wanted to make a wrong move?”
“I wanted to take some more chances. A smooth steady ride is fun, but I wanted to be more aggressive and try different things…different maneuvers…different positions.”
“Different maneuvers? Different positions?”
“Positions I knew about but never tried before. You never know if that will be your one and only chance,” he says. “You know what I mean.”
“I know what you…”
I look up and see him looking down right at me.
I raise up on my tip toes and watch as he leans in closer.
My eyes close and my lips pucker reading to feel his lips on mine before we try some maneuvers and positions.
I feel his breath on my mouth and my heart rate beats even faster. I can feel his lips are just an inch or two away.
Suddenly the door slams open.
“Doc—. Sorry,” the nurse says as she quickly closes the door.
I come down off my tip toes and he pulls back.
The moment is lost, for now at least.
But now that I’ve come this close I need to go the rest of the way.
And by that I mean all the way.