It was my annual Renal sonogram to check for abnormalities in my kidneys. There was a family history of kidney cancer, so this was a simple and non-invasive way to check. I had been going to the same office for several years and had the same older German lady every time. She was short on looks and chit-chat, but was always congenial and did a thorough job.
This year when I got the order from my Doctor, he asked, “Where are you going to have it done?”
I told him, “I’ll probably use the regular place off of Edmonston Drive.”
He stated, “I think that office has been closed, but there is one near the hospital.”
I thanked him for the info but the next morning, on the way to work, I passed the office to check and noticed that the name had changed on the door. Once I got to work, I looked up the company and saw that they no longer had that office. They did, however, have one near the hospital as my Doctor had said. I called that office and set up an appointment for the following Monday at nine-thirty am.
Monday morning came, and I pulled into the parking lot at five past nine and made my way inside. The young man behind the counter was quite helpful with the sign-in process, and I was seated and ready by nine-fifteen. I watched the Andy Griffith Show until my name was called at precisely nine-thirty. The source of my name was the cutest dimple-laden young lady that I’ve seen up close in years. Sarah, as her nametag suggested, seemed preoccupied with being overly friendly and looking me in the eyes as she spoke.
I’ve always been a lousy judge of whether or not someone is flirting with me, so I assumed she was just being nice. Before she closed and locked the door, she hung a do not disturb sign outside. She told me, “You can hang your coat on the door hook or lay it wherever you want.” Sarah continued to maintain eye contact as she instructed, “Please untuck your shirt and lie down on the exam table. Have you had this type of exam before?”
I responded, “I’ve had it annually for over ten years.”
She explained, “I’ll be using this lubricant on your stomach, sides, and back and covering the hem of your pants with this paper to protect them from being soiled by the lube.”
I was lying on my back as she pushed the first piece of paper down my side. She ran her fingers against my skin, about two inches below my waistline. At this point, I was wondering whether this was genuinely the standard treatment. But to be fair, I was already smitten with this beautiful young lady. Between her hands down my pants, and her white scrubs tightly outlining her generous camel-toe, I was beginning to sport a stiffy. The second piece of wax paper went down the front of my pants. This time she went deeper into my pants and momentarily grazed the head of my hardened member. I looked up as she did it and saw a look of pure lust in her eyes for a split second, or did I?
Sarah did not attempt to apologize and acted as if nothing happened as she began to lube up my side while she explained the procedure. Once she started with the wand on my side, she turned toward the monitor and used her free hand on the controls. My eyes moved from her spread legs to her face and back until I noticed a wet spot forming. I couldn’t look away from her bulging and secreting labia any longer. I just watched as she continued to speak, and her pussy continued to leak. The spot was the size of a quarter now and growing rapidly.
Sarah completed my right side and had me roll toward her to start on the left. Again, she went over what she was doing as she did it, but her voice had changed. It seemed huskier now, and when I looked into her eyes, the lust was definitely there. She had turned back toward me to stuff more paper in my pants with her legs splayed even wider. The wet spot had now grown to about three inches and was becoming sheer.
I continued to glance from her face back to her outspread thighs. She began rubbing the lube to continue with my left side. She noticed me gawking at her puffy lips that were now clearly visible and didn’t turn toward the keyboard just yet. Her dampened white scrubs were see-through, and she knew it, so she gave them a quick tug. Her action spread her lips apart and gave me a birds-eye view of her clit and opening. She sounded out an ‘ahem’ to break my concentration as she slowly turned back toward the monitor.
Sarah started doing her thing again with the wand on my side and clicking away on the keyboard. I would occasionally glance at her face but mainly focused on her pussy. Little rivulets of her juices were now forcing their way through her pants. Her spicy aroma was now permeating the entire room and driving me to distraction. I couldn’t resist any longer and ran a finger across the leakage, and brought it to my tongue. The taste was not sweet but slightly tangy, and I enjoyed it immensely. As my finger reached back for more, Sarah said, “Okay, we’re all done,” and backed away from the station.
The look of disappointment on my face must have been stunning because she said, “Don’t worry, you’ll get some more in just a second.” Sarah walked over to the phone to dial the front desk and slipped off her shoes while she waited for an answer. When they picked up, she said, “Hi Daryl, my system crashed just before I finished Mr. Jones’s sonogram. I’ve got it rebooted, but I’ll need another twenty minutes to redo his work. Can you move my next appointment back a little?”
While she listened to Daryl, she removed her pants and turned to show me her glistening smooth vagina. After a few ‘okays’ she walked over, pushed me onto my back, and straddled my face. I pulled that leaking little slit down to my face and began to feast. As I lapped and sucked on her delicious lips, Sarah squirmed and quietly moaned. I initially had my hands on her hips to hold her in place but was pretty sure she wasn’t going anywhere now. Going for broke, I slid my hand under her shirt toward her taut breasts. I pushed her bra up and began caressing them while lightly flicking her nipples.
Sarah’s moans increased in frequency, but she quelled the sounds. Her hands slipped beneath my pants and massaged my enlarged cock. As my tongue began to flick across her swollen clit, she pushed down hard on my face. Her climax began with a soft vibration of her legs, which quickly increased to full-blown tremors. Her juices squirted all over my face and neck as she clapped both of her hands over her mouth to suppress the screams.
As her climax ebbed, Sarah slid forward a little and grabbed the warm bottle of lubricant. She inserted the tip into her little rosebud and squeezed. The warmth released a little ‘mmmm’ from her lips before she slipped in a finger to spread it inside and out. After withdrawing her slick digit, she unzipped my fly and jerked my pants down to my knees. Grasping my still rigid pole, she lubed it up thoroughly before sliding forward a little more. Her pucker was hovering just above my hardon before she pushed me inside until it disappeared.
Sarah’s cute ass was so tight that I was glad when she paused for a few moments. She started slowly but hastily increased the pace to an all-out battering. Since she was facing away from me, the only thing I could reach was her sopping slit. I spread her lips with one hand while kneading her swollen knot with two fingers of the other. She moved even faster as I felt the first spurts of my baby batter release into her slick bowels. Her orgasm started just before mine finished, and she stopped on a dime as she released her juices over my groin and thighs.
We both shuddered as she slowly collapsed back onto my chest. I held her and kissed her neck until she was strong enough to sit back up. Once she removed my softening penis from her backside, she hopped off the table and grabbed some paper towels. She cleaned herself with a few quick swipes and then came over to work on me. She took her time even though I could tell from the clock that she was running behind. When Sarah had me reasonably neat, she headed back to the phone and called the front desk again. Still naked from the waist down, she said, “I’m finished with Mr. Jones but need a couple of minutes to clean up a mess that I made.”
I stood and dressed while she wrote something on the back of a business card. She turned and handed me the card while saying, “If you ever want any more of this,” as she dipped her finger into her slit and brought it to my mouth, “then call for an appointment and give them the code on the back.”
I sucked her finger clean, then asked, “How often can I do it?”
Grabbing my deflated cock through my pants, she offered, “Once a week and it will give us forty-five minutes of uninterrupted fun. Now you skedaddle so that I can get myself together for my next customer,” then kissed me on the lips.
I left with thoughts of coming back as soon as possible and my growing bulge on full display as I exited the building.
