Chapter 75: The Cell phone lot 002 / Dr. Frank’s Newest Patient 001

“David, you can cum in me.” And I nearly did just that at the mere suggestion.

I could tell she was manipulating my hard cock in an effort to touch all the right places inside her red-capped love canal. I worked her clit to add to her pleasure as she threw her head back nearly knocking the visor from the roof of my car.

Lili’s screams of pleasure echoed across the cell phone lot near an airport that had been silent for some time. As her orgasm subsided, she began to rise and fall on my cock, pulling me back into to her warm breasts now wet with perspiration. I began to deliver my load and with each spurt she squeezed my grateful cock with muscles of magic within her.

We held each other in silence. We kissed with appreciative warmth but with a resignation that this moment was not likely to reoccur. I felt a tear fall. Was it hers, or mine?

“You charged more than your cell phone in this car and I will never forget this moment, Lili with two “L’s” and two “I’s”, I quipped.

We laughed and I felt the semen run from her pussy. She scooped up a fingerful and put it between our lips as we kissed.

A flashing light split the sky as a security vehicle rolled down the road toward the cell phone lot. I reached for the yellow sweater and watched as Lili pulled it over her head as I handed her the yoga pants. She scampered to her car as I followed her, naked, to my side of the car and my awaiting jeans. Pulling them on in a flash, the golf shirt followed and I was sitting in my car, shoeless, as the security officer asked if we were okay.

Lili was about to pull away when I noticed her phone still charging in my car. I waved the phone out the window. As she rolled her window down, I asked for her passcode. She hesitated but told me and I entered my phone number in her contacts along with my full name.

As I handed it to her, I asked her to call me so I’d have her number. She smiled, blew me a kiss and pulled away.

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Fighting sleep, I returned to the airport later the following day. Ellen met me with a smile as I threw her bags into the trunk. A quick kiss and I could tell she was anxious to tell me about her trip.

“The trip was great and oh, do I have some stories to tell, but the best part may have been the trip home.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes! As we left the plane in St. Louis, Delta was all screwed up trying to find accommodations for us. The girl who sat next to me told me she talked to a guy that had an apartment available to him and we were welcome to stay there. She then told me the guy is a CFO for strip clubs and that the apartment was over the St. Louis club. She asked if we could both come along and he said ‘the more the merrier’ and it was very merry!. So that’s where I stayed last night and we took a later flight out today,” she chirped.

“Some people have all the luck,” was all I could say in response as my phone vibrated with a text message from Lili.

“You won’t believe this! Call me.” She said.

The End.

**Book Title: Dr. Frank’s Newest Patient**

When I was fifty-one, I had resigned myself to the idea that my best sexual days were behind me. My wife, who was the love of my life and incredible in bed, passed away five years earlier at the age of forty. To say I was devastated would be an understatement; for two years I could barely do anything but take care of our daughter Penny. After that, I began dating once in awhile, but no one exciting: a few single moms from Penny’s school, some widows, and mostly we talked about the past. Occasionally I got laid, but our hearts weren’t in it and without the passion it was merely scratching an itch. Once, in a fit of loneliness and after hours of watching porn, I called my friend Tom who used prostitutes. He put me in contact with a girl named Laura, who was nineteen and cute and could deepthroat me for fifteen minutes straight. So about once a month I paid her a visit, but always felt guilty afterwards. I had Penny at home.

I should mention that I’m a gynecologist. Technically an OB-GYN. I share the practice with Tom. Before you get any ideas, you should know I’m very good at my job, and aside from a good doctor’s appreciation of the human body, I didn’t think of my patients sexually. Most of them were pregnant or trying to conceive, and I was happy to keep them healthy on their journey. I’ve delivered many babies, and love my job. Tom, on the other hand, takes more than a little pleasure in spending his days between women’s legs. I’ve noticed how he tends to snap up the young patients—he’s very funny and personable, and most of them don’t see through him—so he can, as he’s told me, be the first to put his fingers into their girly pussies.

Tom is a creep, I’m aware of that. But he’s not a bad doctor, and he’s never done anything like take photos of patients or touch them inappropriately. I suspect most of his bragging is talk.

But when Penny turned eighteen and asked for an exam, I wasn’t about to find out.

“Sweetie, what did you say?”

Penny and I were eating breakfast before school. She was all ready in her uniform, and we always ate together before I drove her to her Catholic high school.

“I said,” Penny’s cheeks were bright red, and my heart broke for her. She was so embarrassed! “Lucy just had her first female exam, and she says since I’m eighteen I should get one. I need a… what’s that test?”

I stopped chewing. “A pap smear.”

Her little ears went red. “Yes, that.”

I put my spoon back in my bowl. “You know, sweetie, you’re probably right.”

“So, should I make an appointment with Dr. Tom?”

“No,” I said.

“But that’s who Lucy saw,” Penny said.

I know. Dr. Tom told me all about it. Lucy, Penny’s best friend since babyhood, apparently waxed her pussy, even her little asshole. I wonder who taught her that. And she’d gotten wet during the exam. She’d come over for a sleepover at our house that night, and, truth be told, it wasn’t easy to get those images out of my head. Lucy is a beautiful girl, and she was right down the hall. I hadn’t seen a bare pussy on someone who wasn’t a whore in years.

“I’m just going to have to think about it,” I said. “Ready for school?”

Penny nodded, and got up to place her bowl in the sink. She didn’t mention this again as we drove to school.

My mind was racing. For some reason, I wanted to scold Penny for asking for this, as if she’d been asking me to buy her condoms or let a boy stay over. But that was ridiculous—I knew she was being sensible. She was eighteen now, and physically mature.

Not that she looked it, mind. My Penny barely stood five feet, one hundred pounds soaking wet. Her breasts had hardly grown, just little puffs under her shirt. Maybe that was why this shocked me so much. My own wife had been average height with an hourglass figure—Penny only resembled her in face. Her body came from our extended family, no one specific. When I looked at her in the passenger seat, her plaid skirt on her thighs and her white kneesocks, I had to remind myself she was an adult, not a child. Even if she didn’t look it, her uterus and, my mind skipped over the word, vagina, were mature.

We lived in a very small, conservative town. Tom’s and my practice was the only one for miles around, except for a frightening clinic that I know pushed anti-sex literature on all the girls, shaming them for even asking about their bodies. I’d spent my whole life in women’s healthcare; there was no way I could let my baby go to a place like that.

As I washed my hands and put on my white coat, I tried to think of alternatives. Could a nurse do it? Maybe we could visit her grandma and sign her up for an exam there. It was out of the question for her to see Dr. Tom—I imagined him telling his friends about my daughter’s pussy and wanted to kill him.

I turned off the water. Pussy? Had I really just thought that?