Mrs. Phillips Meets Dr. Max

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Mrs. Phillips
I was in my late fifties and my husband of thirty years had been dead for six months. I got over the sadness and ended up with a lot of time on my hands. My three kids were all grown and married and were going on with own their lives. To keep myself occupied I volunteered at the large university-run hospital not far from where I lived. I took a position as what they called a “Pink Lady” because of the color of the uniform. After a few short training sessions, I started going in three days a week for six hours. The nurses took care of the patient’s medical needs, the nurse’s aides looked after all the routine or messy jobs that the nurses were either too busy or too well trained to take care of. We Pink Ladies spent our time running errands for the nurses, escorting patients to in-hospital appointments, and just generally holding patient’s hands or seeing if anybody needed anything other than medical attention that we could get for them or help them with.
One morning before the start of my shift. I was sitting in the cafeteria having coffee. I got into the habit of going in a little early. I enjoyed being around other people. It was crowded and a doctor in scrubs asked if he could sit at my table. He was a tall, rather nice-looking man who appeared to be in his mid-forties, with a slight touch of gray at the temples of his dark hair. I had seen him around the hospital a few times but had never had any dealings with him.
“Of course,” I said, quickly reading his nametag. “…Dr… ah… Gorman.”
“Max, please” he said. “Everyone calls me Dr. Max. And you are…” he paused as he read my nametag, “Mrs. Phillips.”
“Ellen,” I said. “Everyone calls me Ellen.”
He put his coffee on the table and sat down. He began to remove the lid but stopped and put his hands on the table. I couldn’t help but notice that they were shaking. He saw my look of concern and started to make small talk.
“I’ve only seen you a couple of times lately. You haven’t been working here long, have you?” he asked.
No, just a couple of weeks.”
“How do you like it?”
“I love it. I only come in three days a week, but I enjoy it so much I think I am going to ask for more hours.”
“That’s good.”
I looked at his hands again. They were still shaking. “Are you alright,” I asked putting my hand on his.
“Oh, I’m fine…well, no I’m not.”
“What is it? Maybe I can help.”
“Well, I don’t know. We’ve only just met and I’m not sure…May I speak frankly, in confidence?” His tone was very tentative and he sounded more than a little uncertain.
“Of course,” I said. “Just between us.”
“You see I’m in scrubs. Today is my operating day. I always get a little tense on my surgery days. Generally, I can handle it.” He paused for a moment, seeming to gather his thoughts. “This is a little personal. I hope you understand. Usually on days when I am going to operate, my wife and I have sex in the morning. That relaxes me so I can deal with the surgery.” His words seemed to rush out, not with any embarrassment but more, I think, to just relieve the tension he was feeling.
“And what happened this morning? You and your wife have a spat?” I laughed softly to relieve the strain of the conversation.
“No, no. Nothing like that. She’s out of town visiting her mother.”
“Oh, I see.” I said softly, my eyes looking down at the table. The wheels in my head were turning. I wasn’t sure whether it would be a good idea to express myself so frankly but what did I have to lose, so I said, “Well, maybe I can help you.”
“Really?” he said. This time his hand was on mine.
“Is there somewhere we can go?” I asked.
“I think so. Let’s go find out.”
We both stood up, abandoning our coffee, and I followed him out of the cafeteria and down the hall. He headed for the Examination area and I had to move along just to keep up. He soon realized he was about to outrun me and his pace slowed. When I got beside him, he took my arm, smiling at me as we walked along.
When we got to the Examination area, he paused at the reception desk and said to the nurse at the reception desk, “Stacy, got a room?” Stacy was holding a telephone to her ear. She said nothing but nodded her head and held up two fingers. He turned and went down a short corridor and I followed. Exam Room 2 was the second room on the right. We went in and he locked the door.
“Are you sure you want to do this? he asked.
“Sure,” I said. “I’m a widow with three grown children. I ought to know my own mind. And besides, what have I got to lose. You’re getting no virgin, you know.” He laughed and gave me a hug.
“Well, let’s get to it then. I have to be in surgery soon.” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband on his scrub pants and pulled them down, taking his undershorts with them. He pulled off his shoes and before I knew it he was naked from the waist down. I didn’t have time to undress so I just lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, letting them drop to my ankles and kicking them off. Then I stepped out of my shoes. I had on nylons and a garter belt, (I don’t like pantyhose) but I didn’t bother taking them off.
“Listen,” I said. “I haven’t had sex in more than six months so I am going to need some warming up and I may be a little dry.” I sat on the end of the examining table and leaned back on my elbows.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of that.” I raised and opened my legs, putting my heels in the stirrups. He went down on his knees at the end of the exam table and buried his face in my pussy. With skilled fingers he spread my cunt lips and ran his tongue up and down my labia. At the upper end of my slit, the tip of his tongue touched my clit. I drew a short breath at the thrill of it. He must have realized what he had done because he came back to it on each upward stroke. It didn’t take much of his expert cunt licking to make my slot dripping wet. He stood up and began to guide the swollen head of his cock up and down my pussy lips, pressing a little harder with each stroke until h

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Written by edstepp
Cargado May 4, 2021
Notes Mature Mrs. Phillips helps Dr. Max with stress relief.
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