“Yes, it is registered as Northern Manitoba Mobile Medical, we have an application pending.” I said.
“Oh yes, I see it here. Let me have a look,” said the agent on the other end of the line.
“So, it looks like everything is in order pending your physical examinations.”
“What? I thought since you guys were taking over from the old guys, our existing files would just carry over?” I said.
“Sorry, no, we found that many of the old accounts in your region had serious time lapses in their medical histories, so the executives insist on the medicals before acceptance into our plan.”
“The reason there are lapses in our region is because we are a remote, fly-in community with no Doctors,” I pleaded. “The only reason I have a job up here is because I am the closest thing these people have to a Doctor!”
“Yeah, sorry,” she said. “It says that applicants are required to complete an acceptable comprehensive medical assessment.”
“Hold on,” I said, “a comprehensive medical assessment is not the same as a physical examination.”
“Huh?” she said.
“You could be costing your company clients by using the wrong terms. A comprehensive medical assessment can be performed by a Registered Nurse, like me,” I emphasized. “A physical examination needs to be signed off by a Doctor.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said.
“Wow,” I said shaking my head at the phone receiver.
“Okay, I guess I can’t sign my own assessment, but I’ll get my business partner to fill out the form and I’ll get them to you when I can,” I said.
“That would be great,” she said.
I knew nothing I told her had really sunk in. “Okay then, bye I guess,” and I hung up the phone.
I sent Maggie a text to let her know we had some forms to sign. She rang me back almost immediately.
“Forms eh? Can they wait? I am bouncing around the islands doing my rounds next week,” she said.
“I’m afraid not, the new insurance company requires ‘head-to-toes’ from us before they renew, and we expire on Wednesday,” I said.
“Head-to-toes eh?” she said with a sing-songy tone “Oooh, you should at least take me out to dinner before you get me naked,” she joked.
“Ha ha!” I laughed. “Just pop by and sign my form, I’ll sign yours and you can enjoy your weekend before hitting the road next week.”
“Oh, you’re no fun,” she teased. “Seriously though, fellow nurse or not, I won’t sign off on anybody’s medical status without doing the assessment myself.”
I sighed, but I knew she was right, and I knew I would feel dirty about signing her form without an exam.
“Yeah okay,” I said. “You want to get this over with tonight?”
“Sure, I need a shower though, so why don’t you come to my place. My sister will be home, but she won’t be a problem. She wants to meet you anyway,” Maggie said.
“Okay, I’ll bring the forms over after work, and I’ll bring the van, so we’ll have all we’ll need.” I said.
“Don’t forget to scrub your balls for me!” she said before laughing and hanging up.
“Jesus Maggie,” I laughed.
Maggie and I had both answered the call when a plea went out from the Provincial Government for medical workers in the North. As registered nurses, we set up competing practices in Churchill, a town of around 900 people. We quickly realized that Churchill wasn’t big enough for the both of us. The real need was travelling around the small Northern Reservations and communities, performing medical services as we went. This mostly consisted of flu shot clinics and performing basic diagnostics and treatments with what little equipment we could carry with us. We both ended up spending too much time away from home and found this type of practice exhausting.
After two years of this, Maggie and I decided to partner up. We bought a cargo van that we combined our resources to fully equip, and took turns hitting the road in it. We carved up the map of our region and scheduled accordingly. She’d take the van off on a route for two to three weeks and I’d do the same when she returned. There wasn’t a lot of overlap, so we didn’t see much of each other, which was a shame because I enjoyed her company. Phone service on the road up here is non-existent, so we basically just texted each other most of the time.
It turned out to be a good business model, and we were able to provide care to as many patients as possible without stretching ourselves too thin. Other than helicopter emergency paramedics, we were the face of medical services for this part of the province. The closest Doctor was 500Km away.
I left my car at the storage locker of supplies that Maggie and I maintain. I took the medical van home with me, had a quick bite to eat and a shower before heading over to her house. Maggie lived on the water and had a neat vantage point for watching the beluga whales when they were in the harbour. When she didn’t answer her doorbell, I walked around back to find her and her sister sipping wine and looking out over the water. In Churchill there is no ‘patio-season’. The Northern chill off Hudson’s Bay, never warms it up enough to enjoy those warm summer nights I grew up on in Southern Ontario.
“Oh, hey Butt Scratcher!” she called out when she saw me come through her yard fence. “Just trying to spot any pods out there, but the waters too choppy” she said.
“Livy here is going home next week and she really wants to see a Beluga before she leaves. I told her she has to come back in the winter to see a polar bear.”
Maggie was wearing a tight knit sweater over black yoga pants that really showed off her curves. Her wavy brown hair which was usually either in a bun or a ponytail was let loose and fell nicely on her shoulders. She looked quite different from the scrub wearer I was used to seeing.
“Hi Livy, nice to meet you,” I said.
“Nice to meet you Butt Scratcher!” she said and they both burst out laughing. I got the feeling this wasn’t their first glass of wine.
“Why does she call you that?” Livy asked.
“Oh man, she caught me playing a video game online with my friends one time and heard them use my old nickname. Of course, she won’t let it go,” I explained. “Ben Sacher to Butt Scratcher is the real origin story.”
“Well Ben, it is nice to finally meet you, I have heard soooo much about you.” Livy said.
“Oh stop,” Maggie told her. “Come on, it’s cold outside and your pie should be cooled off enough by now to cut into.”
We headed into Maggie’s through the back-patio door which lead into her kitchen. Maggie served me a piece of pie without asking if I wanted any. It was delicious, so I had no regrets. The two women sat across from me, staring at me as I ate as if they had something to tell me.
“What? What is it?” I asked.
“Well,” Maggie said. “As you know, Livy is off school visiting me while at the same time studying for her semester finals.”
“Right,” I said. “Nursing school Mags tells me. Good for you!”
“Yes,” Maggie interrupted, returning to her point. “One of the exams she is going back to be tested on is the Physical Examination.”
“Oh boy, I bet I know where this is going,” I said.
“Well, I thought if she did our assessments we could oversee and guide her through them while at the same time we could witness and sign off on each other’s insurance forms. She’d get a chance to perform the male and female head-to-toes. I know that would have been helpful to me when I was at school,” she said in a hopeful tone and handing me a glass of wine.
I looked at both hesitantly, “Why not,” I said to their applause after some consideration. “A heads up would have been nice though Mags,” I said.
“Then we wouldn’t have seen you squirm,” she laughed.
“Okay, let’s get this over with,” I said.
Maggie and I went out to the van for the necessary supplies. When we came back in, Livy had closed the curtains in the living room, put on a pair of Maggie’s old scrubs and had her textbook open to the Physical Examination Checklist page. We had a heavy duty, folding table that we could lie patients down on. Maggie gave it a quick wipe down, as it had been in the van for a while.
“No gowns to wear, so I guess just underwear?” Livy stated in a questioning way.
“That’s fine,” Maggie said.
“Who wants to go first?” Livy asked.
“I thought this would be less awkward for all of us if we both went at the same time.” Maggie said. “Just go through the checklist step by step on each of us,” she added.
“Oh, yeah I guess that makes sense,” Livy agreed.
Maggie and I both just stood there waiting on each other or waiting for Livy to direct us. We locked eyes and grinned a mutually embarrassing grin and started stripping down. I slipped off my shoes and socks and set them under the table. I stood up and started unbuttoning my shirt, taking a quick peak over at Maggie. She had her back to me as she was peeling her sweater over her head. Her beautiful curls fell back over her creamy shoulders and black bra straps. I noticed the top of a tattoo sticking out of her yoga pants on her left side, in the curve of her torso. It was a Native style polar bear. “She is a true Northern Girl,” I thought to myself.
I removed my shirt and pants quickly, leaving me in a t-shit and boxers. Maggie was struggling a little trying to wiggle out of her tights. “This is why you give patients some privacy when they are changing,” she said. “When people know they are being watched they get clumsy and nervous.”
“Yeah, not exactly as smooth as a pole dancer,” Livy said. We all laughed a little.
Maggie was down to her bra and panties. A practical set, nothing too revealing. She was in great shape and had a nice body, toned and well proportioned where she should be, curvy and soft where she would want to be.
I gave my head a quick shake. I am used to seeing patients in their homes, so this wasn’t exactly out-of-the-norm for me. I just wasn’t used to seeing Maggie like this. Maybe it was the wine, or the fact that I was half-naked in front of two women myself. Whatever it was, something was interrupting the ‘professional’ alter ego I usually engage when I am with patients. I could feel my heart rate was slightly elevated and the blood was reaching my extremities. “Whoa boy,” I thought to myself, folding my clothes and trying to occupy my mind on something other than ‘half-naked Maggie.’ We both leaned our butts against the table, standing well apart from each other awaiting instruction. This was awkward. Maggie was going to owe me big time for this.
“So, I have a checklist that I’d like to follow,” Livy said. “If I am thorough, and check everything, I can skip the personal questions that would identify areas that I should check. Might be less awkward for you guys considering you are friends and may not want to share everything with each other,”
“That makes sense,” I said.
“Yeah,” Maggie said hesitantly. “As long as you are not too shy to ask the questions when you need to. It might be good practice to just go ahead and ask us them.”
“I’ll ask some of them as I go then,” Livy said. “I’ll try not to get too personal.”
“This assessment is as personal as it gets,” I said. “You want to respect privacy, but you need honest answers from your patients in order to best help them.”
“Got it!” Livy said, looking nervous, but excited to get started. “Okay, let’s start with vitals!” she said.
She grabbed the blood pressure cuff and wrapped it around my left arm, inflating it, deflating it, listening. Without a word she did it a second time. “125 over 84” she said.
“A little elevated for me. Guess that’s the wine and the awkwardness,” I said with a smile.
Livy moved over to Maggie. From my viewpoint, watching the cuff slip over Maggie’s left arm meant looking right across her chest. “Man,” I thought. “Scrubs really do a disservice to the world.”
Livy checked Maggie’s heart rate. She forgot to check mine, but I didn’t mention it. It was obvious she was a little nervous. She told us she would skip taking our temperatures, since that was easy.
Maggie interrupted, “Hold on, it is not always easy and not always straight forward. For example, how would you check on a baby?” she quizzed.
“In the ear until the age of 2, under the arm or in the mouth for adults!” she answered quickly.
“And the most accurate method?” asked Maggie.
“Rectal,” she said. “But I won’t put you through that.”
“Okay, you’re doing great. Keep going,” she said walking over to the thermostat to warm the room up a little, which I appreciated.
She came to me next, taking a quick look in my eyes, mouth, and ears. She parted my hair in a few places to check my scalp. She then started checking the glands in my neck and jaw. She paused and looked over at Maggie. “To be honest, I’m not sure what I am feeling for here.”
Maggie got up and stood before me with Livy moving to the side. “For starters, you shouldn’t have to reach up to your patient like this. You should have had him sit for this part.” I took the cue and parked my butt on the table, bringing my eyes directly in-line with Maggie’s chest. She gently felt my glands explaining the size and texture that should be expected. Livy took over, checking me again. She then had Maggie sit down and checked her glands for comparison.
“Okay, off with the shirt, I guess,” she said coming back to me.
I pulled off my t-shirt and caught Maggie giving me a quick once over with her eyes. “You both are in great shape,” Livy said. “Are you getting lots of exercise and eating your fruits and veggies?”
“Good approach,” Maggie said encouragingly. “I run at least three mornings a week. I eat well when I am home, not so much when I am on the road.”
“Yeah, it’s tougher on the road,” I agreed. “I have an exercise bike for cardio, and I do regular push-ups and sit-ups,” I added.
“It shows,” said Livy tracing my spine from behind. She did the same for Maggie before returning to her checklist.
“Okay, lie in prone please,” she said to me.
Maggie hopped off the table and stood over me to my left while Livy took a position on my right. I laid down and gave my crotch a quick adjustment. My boxers were baggie and had an open flap fly that could be revealing if I wasn’t careful. Livy lifted my arms, checking more glands. She pointed out a skin tag to Maggie, who said it was nothing unless it bothered the patient. She palpated my abdomen, a little too gently. Maggie took over and showed her the proper technique. She checked under my arms as well. She wasn’t going to sign my form without checking everything herself. Livy’s pokes reached just above my waistband, when Maggie stopped her. “Ah-ah,” she said, taking her sisters fingers and pushing them a couple of inches under the waistband to the proper location. “You have to do this right if you are going to do it,” she said. Livy removed her fingers and Maggie quickly slipped hers in for a check, looking into my eyes at the same time. “Thanks for doing this,” she whispered with a smile.
“Oh, you owe me one,” I whispered back.
“Okay switch positions,” Livy said.
I gave Maggie a quick gland check and felt her abdomen with my usual routine. Livy took over and did the same. She was a lot less hesitant with Maggie than she had been with me. I remembered it being a little awkward when I first had female patients.
“I have to do a breast exam,” she said.
“Yes, you do,” said Maggie, who, without hesitation lifted herself off the table, unhooked and removed her bra in one swift motion. “Do you want me sitting up or lying down? Either method is acceptable now,” she said.
“Sitting up I guess would feel the most normal to me, since that is how I practice on myself,” said Livy.
Maggie sat up and looked at me with a shrug, as if to say, “this is me”.
“Best boobs in the family,” said Livy laughing.
She stood directly in front of Maggie and mumbled notes to herself, “Even size, shape, no discolouration. Okay, raise your arms straight above your head,” she directed. Maggie complied, looking at me with the shy look of all women that are exposed at this point in the exam.
“Okay, they look good,” said Livy.
“Yep!” I agreed.
Livy stood behind Maggie and reached around, positioning her fingers on Maggie’s right breast. She made small circular motions following a pattern across her entire breast before switching to the left one and repeating.
This was very clinical, and I had performed it a thousand times, but watching it being performed in front of me was different. When I was performing a breast exam I was concentrating, trying to be as quick and thorough as I could be for the patient’s sake. Watching it done though, it was hard not to see it as Maggie getting her breasts massaged. I again felt some stirring in my boxers and tried to get a grip on myself and be professional.
“I don’t feel any abnormalities,” said Livy.
“Great,” said Maggie. “I have chaperoned Ben when he has done a few of these, so I know he prefers to do them with the patient lying down. Ben, you have to check me anyway, so you might as well demonstrate.”
Maggie lay down in front of me, her brown hair pooling behind her head with her perky breasts awaiting my touch.
“Sure,” I said. “I do the visuals as you did, with the patient sitting up,” I explained to Livy. “Then with her prone, I start the circular pattern from left to right. I then reach across so I can use the same exact pattern and with the same fingers on the left breast. I am dominantly right-handed, so I am a little awkward with the reach-around move on the left side,” I said.
I snapped into nurse mode and started my routine, first on the right breast and then on the left one. When I wasn’t a bystander, I was able to focus on my task as if Maggie was just another patient.
“Very professional,” Maggie said. “It’s important when touching intimate areas that your actions are deliberate and that you don’t linger or feel around more than you have to. Nobody wants to feel like they have just been groped.”
“Right,” said Livy.
Maggie sat up and slipped her bra back on. I watched her breasts slip into the cups with a little disappointment. “At least this should help keep my boxers from tenting out,” I thought to myself.
I sat back on the table and Maggie hopped up and joined me. She was sitting quite a bit closer to me than she had been the first time. Livy looked at our feet, checked between our toes, did the reflex tap thing. She pointed out a mole on Maggie’s calf that she thought should be kept an eye on. I took a quick glance and shook my head towards Maggie, letting her know it was nothing to worry about without sharing my second opinion in front of Livy. Maggie gave a knowing smile.
“Okay,” Livy said, building up to something. “Time for the awkwardness. Who’s first?”
Knowing exactly what was to come next, I quickly raised my finger to my nose, “not it,” I said.
Maggie laughed, “real mature!” she said.
I cleared myself off the table and got all three of us a pair of disposable gloves. With her back turned to me, Maggie slinked herself out of her panties, tossing them onto a chair. “She has a great butt too,” I thought to myself. She got back up on the table and laid down, crossing her legs and folding her hands on her lap. She was clearly a little bit bashful.
“Nice Tat,” I said getting a better look at her ink.
“Keith’s idea of a Birthday present,” she said, referring to her boyfriend. “I never wanted a tattoo growing up, but I have gotten used to it and now I kinda like it.”
“Keith,” Livy said, with some disdain while gloving up. “Glad, he’s out of the picture.”
“Out of the picture,” I thought. That was news to me. I knew Maggie and ‘Hardware Store Keith’ weren’t serious, but I didn’t know he was out of the picture.
“Yeah,” said Maggie. “At least I got a free tattoo out of him!”
Livy called me over to her textbook checklist to go over a few things.
“Yeah, we don’t have everything in the van that you would find in a proper Doctor’s Office,” I said. “We can be fairly thorough though. It won’t be step-by-step from your list, but it’ll be the version we do up here in the North. Just watch me closely and then you can try.”
“Pelvic exam time!” I said, looking back at Maggie.
“Let’s get it over with already!” she professed.
I walked over and lifted her right foot by the ankle, bending her knee and placing it back down on the table. Maggie got the idea and placed her left foot opposite it. “You’ll need to scooch, down to this end a bit,” I said.
From between her spread legs I watched her lift her toned butt of the table and inch it down the table towards me. She was nicely trimmed, not bare, but enough to see her beautiful puffy pink lips inching towards me. The blood was flowing to my dick again. I pressed myself up against the table to hide the evidence. When she was in position, I spread her feet a little further apart, giving me a good vantage point.
I gently reached in between her legs and touched her. She instantly flinched. “Always happens,” I said to Livy with a chuckle. When my fingers reached her a second time, she was more accepting of them. I did a quick check before giving Livy a closer look. “You should already be well acquainted with the anatomy down here,” I said to Livy. “I just do a quick visual of the labia and vulva for any swelling, redness, or cysts. I am looking for signs of possible STDs.” I explained. “Your sister looks to be pristine.”
I went to the table and picked up the speculum and give it a quick disinfecting while Livy had a closer look at her sister’s intimate parts. I walked over to the heater and held the speculum over it for a minute or so to take the chill off it. “Little trick, that my patients appreciate,” I said returning between Maggie’s thighs. “Now just try and relax,” I said, slowly working the speculum into place. Livy, I’m sure, was familiar with this procedure but was fascinated with this point of view.
I grabbed a few more items from the table. I used a small pen sized flashlight to examine Maggie’s cervix. “Everything looked healthy,” I said.
I let Livy move in for a look holding the flashlight for her. I told her where to look for inflammation and discharge but told her she wouldn’t find anything abnormal on Maggie. I showed her how to take a pap smear and let her do the honours. Maggie gave a little flinch; we released and removed the speculum. I told Livy that while the patient was in this position it was a good opportunity to examine the anus. I told her to watch for any signs of fissures, hemorrhoids, etc. We were done. Livy capped the sample and changed her gloves.
Maggie was quick to drop her legs and put her panties back on. She continued getting dressed, covering up her cute butt in her yoga pants and pulling her sweater back on.
“Okay Butt Scratcher, time so show us where it itches!” she said with a devilish grin.
“Been waiting all night to use that one I bet,” I said.
“Men are shy,” Maggie said to Livy. “I usually let them wear a gown for the entire assessment, lowering it to their lap when you check their abdomen and then letting them pull it back up until the very end. When it’s time, I have them stand up and face me. I pull up a stool, so I am right in front of them and then I lift up the gown and have the patient hold it out of the way while I examine them. Ben here doesn’t have the benefit of a gown, but we have let him have his modesty throughout the exam by leaving his boxers on. At this point they have to come off,” she said.
Livy was in position and waiting on me, so I grabbed a hold of my waistband and slid them down with one motion and stepped out of them.
“Oh goodie!” Livy said. “The few that I have seen up close have been uncircumcised. I was hoping you would be cut.”
Seemingly not knowing where to start, Maggie helped her out. “So, first things first,” she said. “You’ll want to check him over for STDs. I recommend you do this to your boyfriends as well before you let things go too far with them. Grab a hold of his penis, flip it around, have a good look at all sides. You are looking for rashes, warts, little white sores.”
Livy grabbed a hold of me and had a good look as directed. She wasn’t too hesitant, which will serve her well. When she let go of me, it was noticeable that I had inflated a little and there was a little bit of twitching occurring. Maggie laughed, “You woke it up from its sleep,” she said.
Maggie moved in beside her and had her first feel.
“He seems a little bigger than the others I’ve seen,” Livy said to Maggie.
“They are like snowflakes honey. All shapes, sizes and colour shades. Some bend this way and some even bend this way,” she said using my dick as a prop. “We like to tell our shy patients ‘seen one, you’ve seen ’em all,’ to put them at ease during the exam, but the truth is they are all different. Having said that,” she said, giving me another once over, “Butt Scratcher here does have a very nice penis,” giving me a light squeeze. The two women looked up at me smiling. I was blushing for sure and getting chubbier down there by the second.
Maggie pulled open the urethra slightly and explained that she was looking for discharge.
“You would swab that if you had any concerns,” I added.
“Oh, are you still here Ben?” Maggie asked jokingly, giving me another quick squeeze.
Maggie moved on to my scrotum and testicles. She rolled them in her hand feeling for lumps and checked the chords for abnormalities. Livy took a turn until she was satisfied.
“Just one more thing on my list,” Livy said. “Can I try a prostate exam?”
“Of course,” said Maggie answering for me. “It is a very important part of the assessment.”
I looked at Maggie. “I have actually never had this done,” I told her sheepishly.
“Well, it’s about time then,” she said getting a tube of lubricating gel from the supply table.
“Turn around and rest your elbows on the table Sir, you’ll be a virgin no longer!” she said with a giggle. I complied.
Maggie came up behind me and patted the inside of my thighs to get me to spread my legs a little wider. “Cute butt!” she said teasingly. She spread my cheeks apart slightly exposing my anus to them. “He’s nice and clean,” Maggie told Livy. “Sometimes it can be pretty messy back here.”
I could feel her jellied fingers gently spreading around the target area. My anus was not something I had gotten overly familiar with. The sensation of being touched was tingly and not displeasing. I was getting aroused again, at least this time I was facing the table.
“Okay Ben, I am going to gently and slowly insert my finger. Try and relax your pelvic muscles and accept my finger, it will make it easier for both of us,” Maggie said. I did my best, but relaxing was out of the question. Her tiny finger somehow felt like a beer can. She eased off and squeezed some more lube directly on me ass. I felt a dollop stick to the back of my ball sack and then felt her hand gently wipe it off. My dick had left the runaway and was beginning its liftoff.
She started to press on my button again, applying a little bit more pressure before I felt her finally enter me. She slowly worked her finger in, feeling around as she went. When she had reached her target, she did a couple of quick twists, rotating her finger along my prostate through the rectum wall to feel for any anomalies. She slowly pulled out and removed her gloves.
“Nice and smooth,” she said to me, giving me a pat on my butt after she had snapped off her gloves.
Livy took her spot, tossing my underwear out of the way as she took her position. “Great,” I thought. “Now I am going to have to hunt for those.”
Livy lubed up and inserted her finger with less difficulty after Maggie had loosened me up. She did spend a lot more time in there, trying to get a sense of what she was feeling and looking for. Maggie explained to her what she was feeling as her finger kept rolling over and over my prostate gland. Having never had this performed on me before I had no idea the affect that the prostate stimulation would have. There were always some unwanted erections when I performed these, but I didn’t have a true sense of how this procedure actually felt. I was rock hard.
Livy pulled out. “All done,” she said. “Thank you so much, both of you!”
“You’re welcome,” I said without turning around. “Now can you give me a paper towel or something to clean all this jelly off my ass.”
“There’s a roll on the Mantle,” Maggie said.
Realizing the mantle was behind me, I said, “Toss me my boxers then please,” without turning around.
“Here they are,” Maggie said standing behind me laughing. Livy had gone into the washroom for something.
“Just give them to me,” I said.
“Sure, here you go,” she said without moving.
“I know what you’re up to!” I said.
“I don’t know what you are taking about,” she said. “They are right here, just take them.”
I turned around with my boner pointing right towards her, “There. Are you happy now,” I said playfully snatching my boxers and the towel roll before Livy returned. “You’re such a tease,” I said.
Dressed and packed up, I accepted a big hug of gratitude from Livy before heading out the door with Maggie. We both had our arms full with the table and supplies.
“Good luck on your exams,” I yelled back into the house before the door shut behind me.
We packed up the van and met outside the cargo door as I was closing it up. Maggie grabbed me and gave me a big hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said. “That was such a good experience for her.”
“You’re welcome!” I said, “She has the demeanour for the job, I bet she’ll make a great nurse!”
“I think so too,” Maggie said.
There was a brief silent pause where we locked eyes. Maggie put her hands on my cheeks and said, “I owe you big time for this!” She hugged me again and in releasing me ran her hand down the underside of my left arm until she was holding my hand. “In fact…” she cut herself off and pulled me by the hand towards her garage door. She punched a code into the dial pad and it automatically opened. She pulled me in, hitting the switch to close it from the inside.
There was a lamp outside the garage door that sent just enough light inside through the small square windows. Maggie gently pushed me against the wall and yanked her sweater off over her head. She came at me quickly kissing me passionately. “No time like the present to show you my appreciation,” she said lowering herself to my belt line. I started to fumble with my belt, she pushed my hands away and took over. She quickly had my jeans and boxers around my ankles in one quick motion.
She grabbed my dick, which was already at half-mast and popped the head into her mouth swirling her tongue around it. Within seconds her hand and mouth were working over a raging erection. She took me in deep as she bobbed down, using her tongue and lips to perfection as she slid back off. I didn’t want it to stop, but I wanted more. I reached under her arm and lifted her to her feet kissing her again. She broke her lips away. “Was tonight as big a turn on for you as it was for me?”
“Oh my God,” I said in agreement.
She stroked my cock a few times before turning around in my arms and lowering her yoga pants and panties for me. I took the cue and aligned myself with her, about to slowly ease my way in. She was having none of that. She reached back and slung her arm around my hip, leaning back and pulling me into her at the same time. We both let out a moan. I began rhythmically thrusting myself into her. She leaned down into me, perfectly synched to meet me on my way up with every stroke. I reached around and slipped my hand into her bra, cupping her and feeling her hard nipples against my fingers.
She started to moan, which quickly elevated in pitch to stifled squeals. I then felt her whole body quiver. I felt it through her breasts, through her tummy which I had wrapped my other arm around, and through the spasming muscles that gripped and released my cock, buried deep inside her.
It was too much for me. The on-again off-again arousal I had experienced all night had teased me to this point. I felt the powerful build up in my balls release in wave after wave of pleasure inside her. Completely spent, she pulled off me, turning in my arms and kissing me again before letting go. We pulled up our pants and she put her sweater back on. She ran her fingers through her hair a couple of time and pushed the garage door button to open the door. She kissed me again before saying, “good night butt scratcher, see you in a few weeks.”
The drive home was a blur. I never in a million years would have guessed that morning what would happen to me that evening. “I just had sex with my business partner,” I thought. “And not just sex, we really connected tonight.”
I got home, showered and was shortly thereafter lying in bed wondering where things go from here between us.
My phone lit up with a text chime. “Weren’t we supposed to sign some forms or something….lol” was all it said.
