Call Room

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"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.