Relaxation for Kim

Danny sat down in the cafeteria, absolutely bursting with energy, his mind barely aware of the world around him. Generally, in hospital cafeterias, this is a good way to go, as people are all over the map in these places. As he was about to bite into some very mysterious food in front of him, he looked across the table to see an exhausted woman in scrubs rubbing her neck and shooting him a major "what the hell" look. He quickly apologized, and explained that his first nephew had been born today. He spied her name tag: Kimberly. Kimberly smiled tiredly and congratulated him.

"Sorry about the attitude, it's been a long day."

"Doing what?"

"Keeping people alive, not that they believe me."

He smiled and edged a little closer to her as she talked about her job, the ungrateful patients all over the place and their even crazier families. Being responsible for some many people was really exhausting, she observed grimly. But she found Danny ebullience infectious. Finally he asked her if there was anything he could do for her.

"Know a good masseuse?"

"I know a gifted amateur," he grinned devilishly. She smiled back.

"Well, it's something," and she pointed to her shoulders. Danny eagerly walked around behind her and began rubbing on her tight muscles. Her eyes quickly closed as she focused on his big, warm hands working on her. She felt a lot of the stress fading away, and she could faintly smell his cologne wafting downward. This felt REALLY good.

"There, now you are doing much better." he said, as he let go of her shoulders, his hands departing with a soft caress that sent chills shooting through her body. He sat back down, his eyes glowing at her. As tired as she was of making decisions, she made one more.

"Have you been celebrating the little one?"

"Not yet, everyone has been here all day."

"I know a good bar to have a cigar at near here. I'll get the cancer stick if you get the drinks." He smiled knowingly back at her.

"Not interested in the cigar, but the rest is fine." She paused for a moment. This is moving awful fast, but she really needed this. And the last thing she really wanted to was to marinate in a bunch of secondhand smoke that she would have to wash out of her clothes..

"Tell you what, if you like rum, I have plenty of that at my place, and we can save on the bar tab." Danny's face flushed with excitement at what was coming, and he nodded quickly. "Okay, you drive. I am done being in charge today." They quickly made their way through the labyrinth of the hospital and out to the parking deck. Danny flew through traffic to the small house she lived in. She quickly unlocked the door, took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. He closed the bedroom door behind himself.

She turned and looked up at him, clasping her hands behind his head as she tilted her head to the left, opening her mouth. he eagerly reciprocated, the flat of his tongue caressing hers in her mouth. His lips were warm and soft on hers, as her pulse pounded in her ears. What a great kisser, she thought. The kiss was repeated over and over, his hands were splayed on her back roving over it, finally lifting the top of her scrubs off. She quietly cursed to herself that she had worn a very plain minimizer bra, but Danny soon dispensed with it as well, as she shrugged her way out of it when he unclasped it. He kneeled in front of her, bring her chest level to his face. She looked down as he happily massaged both breasts with hands before exposing her nipple to his eager mouth. His tongue snaked out, tracing the areola, each circle winding its way to the increasingly erect bud. His lips pressed down, hiding his tongue from her view, but she felt in madly circling in his mouth, then flicking as he started to suck on her. She moaned appreciatively at his ministrations, and ran her hands through his hair.

He lifted off, blowing a cool stream of air on her nipple to dry it off. He then kissed his way slowly down the swell of her breast, into her cleavage, mixing small licks in as he drifted up the other side to her other nipple. Again he began the slow circling, teasing his way to the sensitive little bump with almost agonizing deliberateness. Her breath caught when he finally made contact, her fingers balling up in his hair. He smiled, holding her wet nipple gently between his teeth, pressing them in just a bit before resuming the warm soft licks. Kim was feeling even more aroused as he began to trickle kisses and lick up her chest, along her neck, over her pulse to her ear, breathing on her ear as his hand went up into her hair, pulling her head away from his touch, bring her lips back to his. She hungrily resumed kissing him, her hands running over his shirt, clenching the fabric in one hand as she tugged upward. He quickly reached over and pulled his shirt off over her head, dropping it behind her. Her hands roved over his chest, feeling his muscles beneath her touch. her eyes look downward at the bulge on his jeans. He smiled and push her head down as she sank to her knees.

With an authoritive grin, he undid his belt, the leather swing in form of her fact. He then pulled the fly open, the buttons popping softly, and pushed his jeans down while his feet worked out of his shoes. Kim quickly slid her own shoes off as she felt him push her face into the thin cotton of his shorts, the warm pulsing bulge radiating through the fabric against her mouth. She opened up, blowing hot air onto him. As he stepped out of his jeans, he pulled her head back to push his shorts away, and the thick, heavy organ bounced in front of her. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out and running it under the warm shaft, letting the weight apply the pressure to her tongue. As she reach the top she turned her head back around and began taking him past her wet lips into her mouth. Her nose filled with his masculine odor as her head began bobbing, sucking on him, feeling his hot, hard length across her tongue. His hand pushed her head all the way down onto him, nearly to her throat. She heard his voice. "Shit..." She felt a hot, salty jet filling her mouth. She quickly swallowed as the next load came, and another, and another. After swallowing the last load she began licking him up, cleaning his glistening member, taking the last few dribbles away. She looked up and saw him biting his lip in frustration. She smiled back at him.

His mood changed as he pushed the disappointment away to take control again. He pulled her up off her knees. "Take them off." He pointed to her pants. She smiled slyly as pushed them off, revealing a tiny thong. "That too." She grinned coyly as she hooked her thumb under the string on her hips, swaying a little as she guided it to the floor. He pushed her down to the bed on her back, her hips at the edge. She lifted her legs up as knelt in front of her. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations:

A tongue on her inner thigh, dragging downward toward her center

The tongue on her other leg, again, meandering up her thigh

Hot breath on her body

A tongue, tracing around the her most delicate flesh

A finger, right at her center, rolling, flicking, wetting itself on her.

A tongue replacing the finger, curling upward, dragging her wetness up to her throbbing clitoris-

Her eyes flashed open as her breath rushed out in a moan. As the room stopped spinning she was aware of a tongue flicking up and down madly on her clit, and finger inside her curling, searching for that tiny washboard insi-

A dazzling rush of heat exploded from her hips as her found the spot. His lips clamped down on her, bathing her in warmth as his tongue continued to work furiously on the engorged knob outside as his finger conducted a very selective massage inside her body. She realized she was screaming. She found her hands pulling her his head into her body. The waves of heat started rising, cresting -

AND

EXPLODING. Kim was writhing on the bed, out of control as Danny's oral assault continued on her. She swam through blazing waves rolling out of her center, trying to remember what was happening. Suddenly, the ocean began to quiet. Her eyes began to focus again, her vision cleared as she was aware that he had stopped. There was a quiet, rhythmic slapping sound. She struggled and lifted her head up to see him stroking himself back to erection. His eyes flashed wickedly, as he pulled a small piece of wrapper out of his pocket. She watched with fascination as he unrolled the condom onto himself, an odd moment of quiet before the storm.

He grabbed her knee and threw it across her body, ordering her to roll over. She complied, lifting herself up onto her hands and knees. She felt his hands, one slick and one dry, grasp her hips. She then felt the thick, warm head of his erection against her. The slick hand let go of her hips to guide him. He ran the head up and down over her engorged organs, wetting it. Finally, he settled on that soft spot, and slowly...slowly pressed inward. His hand grabbed her hips again and he pulled her back, impaling her slowly. Desire overcame her as she pushed her hips back against him. He spanked her, playfully, and she shivered as the stinging of his hand quickly subsided into pleasing warmth. She sensed the discovery in him.

Suddenly he jerked, ramming the rest of the length home, nearly striking her cervix, filling her almost completely. She screamed out as the pain melted into pleasure. He spanked her again, then grabbed her shoulders as began to thrust. His hand lashed across her cheeks, sending electric shockwaves through her body that were chased away the familiar rising heat. His other hand jerked her shoulders back, planting her all the way down his shaft. The rough treatment, the taking away of all her role in this, the total control of her body, commanded all of her attention. She poured her stress into it, giving herself up to him as he became increasingly violent, spanking her, pounding her body. As took control, her arousal spiraled out of control. She surrendered to the pleasure, the raging wall of sensations from the spanking, her muscles trying to grab the unyielding rock inside her as it pumped through her body, his hands pushing her along his shaft. Orgasms plowed across her, one after another. She felt the last her energy drain from her body as she went completely limp, sliding off of him. He pushed her onto her back, as he quickly straddled her chest, peeling the wet latex off. He laid himself on her mouth, where she licked at him absently, aware of her role but incapable of action. His hand quickly began pumping along his shaft, working another climax form his body. Soon enough there was a warm dribble rolling off of the mushroom head, dripping into her mouth, which she accepted with a few warm licks.

He slid down behind her, hold her close, their bodies bathed in each other's warmth as a thin film of sweat quickly formed between them. Her eyes opened slowly to see her alarm clock. 9:45. This night was still young...