[FM] Tradie flirting with the Asian doctor

This is from many years ago when I was working in a remote mining town in the tropics saving money to buy a house for when I moved back to Sydney.

My life was pretty basic up there; working for a small business servicing air conditioners during the week then drinking and fishing all weekend. I’m a red blooded guy, 6’4″ tall, with light stubble, short brown hair and an athletic build. I love the outdoors and all that comes with it. I was in my element.

Despite the happy simple life, living and working in the tropics can be a challenge, especially when the heat and humidity seem to linger in the air day and night. I remember countless sleepless nights when I was working on remote sites and in camps when the temperature would soar, making it impossible to rest or even breathe properly.

The only relief came from the cool of an air conditioner and preferably a cold beer and good company, which would provide a welcome respite from the oppressive heat.

What was different in the tropics to most Australian major cities is that air conditioning wasn’t a luxury or convenience; it was essential for the health and wellbeing of the tradies, doctors, nurses, and other workers who called the mining town home.

Without proper air conditioning, the heat and humidity could lead to dehydration, heat exhaustion, and other serious health concerns. This was especially true in the dongas that I lived in and serviced, the small, simple dwellings that are common in mining towns. Without air conditioning, these spaces could quickly become stifling and uncomfortable, making it impossible to relax or get a good night’s sleep.

It was a tough job with the heat and dust, but it had its perks – like the chance to meet new people and earn money for toys. Living in a small town you very quickly meet everyone either at the pub or at the shops and it’s a genuine surprise when you uncover someone new.

One day, when I got a service call to the local hospital to repair an air conditioner, I met Alice. She was in her early thirties and from Singapore. She was stunning, with long, dark hair that flowed down her back and deep brown eyes that seemed to sparkle behind her glasses when she smiled. She was around 5’10” tall and her figure was slender and toned, with curves in all the right places.

She wore a white doctor’s uniform that hugged her body in all the right places, emphasising her feminine form. The uniform had a crisp, clean look to it and was neatly pressed. The collar was sharp and pointed, and the buttons were perfectly aligned. Alice wore a white lab coat over the uniform, which billowed gently as she moved, adding to her air of sophistication and elegance.

Alice was working in the general area that I was working and walking down the hospital corridor in her uniform. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and stop my eyes from undressing her. Her uniform was so clean and white that it stood out, especially in a town where everything and everyone was covered in red dust and 90% of the local population wore hi viz, stubbies and thongs.

As I was the custom in a small town, we all greeted each other and looked out for one another, she smiled warmly and introduced herself, explaining that she was the shift on call doctor and that the hospital’s air conditioner was always too cold and was there anything I could do?

As a tradie, these kind of jobs are hard to take seriously when it is 40°c all day everyday outside and the client is complaining they are too cold but we act with professionalism and take the request seriously to keep paying the bills.

“I’ll see what I can do, looks like you’re in for a busy day,” I joked, trying to break the ice, while nodding my head at the ward full of empty beds opposite.

Alice laughed. “It’s always busy around here. But I’m glad you’re here to help.”

As we spoke, I couldn’t help but be mesmerised by her beauty. Her smile was infectious, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence and wit. Her glasses gave her a studious look, and I found myself captivated by her every word. Even in her professional attire, Alice exuded sensuality and grace, and I felt drawn to her in a way that I couldn’t quite explain.

As I worked on the air conditioner, Alice stood nearby, watching intently.

“So, do you fix more than just air conditioners?” she asked, her voice playful but her face serious.

I looked down at her, a little surprised not sure if this was an attempt at an opener or if she was serious.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you handy with other things?” she said, a playful smile crossing her lips.

I felt my cheeks flush as I realised what she was implying and I was taking work to seriously to see a beautiful girl flirting.

“Uh, well, I do know my way around a toolset,” I replied, trying to keep my composure.

Alice chuckled. “Good to know. You never know when you might need a handyman around here.”

And so began our flirtation, a dance of words and glances that over time gradually deepened into something more.

After I repaired the air conditioner, Alice thanked me and we exchanged a few more words. As I left the hospital that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Little did I know that our chance encounter would lead to something much more significant and exhilarating.

Later that week as I was passing by her office, Alice called out to me.

“Hey, Air conditioning guy!”

I grinned, feeling my heart skip a beat.

“Dr. Alice? Call me Mike, what can I do for you?”

She stepped out of her office and approached me, her hips swaying seductively.

“Mike, I was just wondering if you’d like to grab a drink with me sometime. You know, after you finish fixing all those air conditioners.”

I tried to play it cool, but inside, I was ecstatic.

“I’d love to,” I said, grinning from ear to ear as my phone went off and I had to dash to another building.

A few nights later, we ran into each other at the pub. Both of us were with other mates so we didn’t talk much but as the night drew on we grabbed a drink together, then another and shared some laughs, it was fun and we had a real connection but I was conscious that we both kind of worked together and she may just be putting me into the friend zone.

Later I mustered up the courage to ask Alice if she wanted a lift back to her house.

To my surprise, she accepted, and we drove through the dark, winding roads of the mining town in my ‘90’s Telecom spec Hiace, talking and laughing the whole way. I found myself wishing that the drive would never end. But eventually, after taking a lot of backroads to ensure we didn’t encounter any police, we arrived at her place.

As I pulled up out the front, she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door as I leaned in to kiss her, to my delight, she responded eagerly and pulled the door closed again so the interior light would switch off. It was a deep succulent kiss fuelled by desire and alcohol and had us both entwined on the bench seat.

Eventually she broke off the kiss and hopped out of the car and closed the door. My mind was racing trying to find a way to invite myself inside but as my mind was working the moment had passed. She dashed around the front of the van and gave me a kiss through the window.

“Thanks for the lift, you’re such a gentleman, I hope you’re not in too much pain?” she said, with a coy smile and her eyes flashing to my bulging crotch.

“It’s my pleasure,” I replied, trying to hide my excitement and my drunkenness.

I followed with “Excuse the forwardness but I had a great time, let’s do it again”

“I’d like that,” she said, her face beaming as she pulled her head out of the car and ran up and disappeared through the compound front gate.

Our flirtation had turned into something more passionate and intense and it felt right.

I thought a lot about Alice the next day and those that followed but stupidly I hadn’t asked for her number and didn’t have any other way to get in contact with her. My mind began to doubt it was anything other than a drunken dream. The next time I saw her at the hospital, she thanked me again for the lift and for fixing the air conditioner.

“You’re my hero,” she teased, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. I felt a rush of excitement as I realised that it was real.

We exchanged numbers and texted for a couple of nights straight until her roster changed to night shift and she disappeared from contact. By that point we were sending some pretty hot and steamy messages and had one session of proper sexting. It was fun and I was missing her while she was working.

Five nights later and five nights with no contact from Alice, I received an after-hours job at the same townhouse complex where Alice lived.

When I arrived, I was surprised to hear Alice’s muffled voice when I pressed the intercom. I immediately had a hundred thoughts running through my head and none of them were work related. She buzzed me in and I was greeted in the courtyard by Alice, waiting for me in her white doctor’s uniform.

When we entered her house I placed my toolbag by the door and took off my workboots. I immediately felt out of place. I hadn’t showered since the morning, I was wearing long sleeves and hi-vis work gear and I was smelling pretty average. I was a big dirty man standing in a beautiful woman’s super clean house.

She had disappeared around the corner while I was putting down my tools and she came back with a couple of beers to share. It was obvious that there was no AC needing repair so I was free to enjoy a beer while on double time with a sexy lady. Life was feeling pretty good.

She gave me a peck on the cheek and handed me a beer and invited me in.

I walked around the corner towards the lounge and said “this is so much better than I was expecting when my phone went off”

“I’m glad it was you that came and not the other old guy” she laughed and looked up at me, her eyes covering my whole body in a glance that was approving and disapproving at the same time

“Do you mind if I borrow a towel and get cleaned up” I asked as I showed her my dusty shirt and inhaled the rest of my beer.

“Of course” Alice replied, she led me to the bathroom opening the door and turned to grab me a towel.

I had unbuttoned my belt and shirt by the time she returned and was about to start the water. She placed the towel on the side and gave me a hard kiss on the lips.

“Don’t take too long Mike, and sing out if you need anything” she said leaving and closing the door.

I jumped into the shower, left the water running semi cold and soaped and cleaned everything. My cock was fat and rock hard thinking that I was in Alice’s house and got extra attention so it was smelling and looking it’s best. I finished the shower and realised I only had the same dirty clothes to change into. I took a gamble and towelled dry, then wrapped the towel around my waist as best I could and walked out into the lounge area.

While I was in the shower Alice had put on some music and opened a couple more beers and got changed and was now in a long cut off tank top with no bra beneath and tiny pants that barely revealed from under the top.

As I approached I could see her eyes and face approving now and as I sat down next to her she handed me a beer and after I took a sip she got up and straddled me and sat in my lap kissing me deeply. The chemistry between us was electric, with every touch sending shivers down her spine. It was like a wildfire burning in my pants, craving to be unleashed. Our eyes locked, as she held my face and kissed me. We knew that we couldn’t resist the primal attraction that pulsed between us.

As our bodies held closer, the air grew thick with desire, and our bodies met in a fiery embrace that left us both gasping for more. The heat between us was scorching, I put down my beer and picked her up with her knees bent and her legs around my waste and we crashed our way through the lounge to the kitchen. I propped her on the kitchen bench as the towel fell from my waist, my throbbing cock standing to attention between us.

She lifted her arms and I pulled off her top. Her nipples were erect, glistening with the anticipation of our touch. I couldn’t help but be drawn to them, captivated by their beauty and the way they begged to be worshipped. As I traced my fingers over her skin, she let out a soft moan, and I knew that I had found the sweet spot that would drive her wild with pleasure. With each gentle caress, her body arched towards me, and I knew that I was the only one who could give her the ecstasy she craved. The sight of her dark nipples, hardened with desire, only fuelled my passion.

She reached down and rubbed the precum from my knob down my long shaft to my balls and back again, her face buried in my chest while my hands were exploring her figure and I kissed her neck. Her small hands were skilled and the feeling was ecstasy as she picked up the pace and my breathing quickened.

She slipped off the bench and onto her knees and took the tip in her lips, her tongue meeting my wet knob and the feeling of pressure increasing. She took my cock inside her small mouth and despite the teeth she got some momentum and it wasn’t long before she had her hands gripping my ass while I held the back of her head with one hand and steadied myself on the bench with the other.

My ass started to spasm with the pressure and the release was pending. I grunted something like “oh fuck” and she pulled back. My cock unloading half between in her mouth and on her chin. Stream after stream of creamy white sticky cum was coating her and she had a look of pride and accomplishment watching it spurt. With the last pulse of cum she licked my knob and laughed at the mess.

There was a small amount of cum on her face but there was a lot more between her cleavage, on her shoulder, on the kitchen cupboard and on the tiles. She used her forefinger to clean her chin while I used the towel laying on the floor to clean up her chest and then the cupboard. Apologising profusely the whole time. Living on my own for so long had created quite a buildup and all the sexting and flirting really had me primed to release.

Once we had left the towel on the floor along with her clothes we went into the bedroom where we kissed and my hands took control of her small body. Her pants were left in the kitchen and her pussy was dark and clean and soft without hair or imperfection. Her lips were wet to touch and it was obvious she was on board with what I was doing next as her body was moving with every touch and as she shifted her legs her body basically engulfed my fingers.

Her vagina was creamy already and her body was grinding as two of my fingers were curled inside her. Her breathing was rapid. I reached up and pinched and pulled on her hard nipple while her body bucked, she let out a whimper and her pussy tightened.

Still with two fingers inside her I shifted my body and turned my hand so my palm was against her clit and with my other hand I placed it on the top of her bald mound and pressed down. The effect was instant as I increased speed of my fingers and she let out moans of pleasure, her body trembling with ecstasy.

Her breaths came in short gasps as she clung to my toned arms, her nails digging into my skin as I continued to drive her towards the brink of bliss. The sensation of her wetness on my fingers only added to the intensity of the moment, and I knew that she was close to the edge.

As her cries grew louder and more urgent, I could feel the tension building inside her, and with one final burst of passion, she cried out my name, her body convulsing in waves of ecstasy. I moved up the bed and we collapsed into each other’s arms, panting and spent, our bodies still humming with the intensity of our pleasure.

As we lay together in the cool air, both giggling but not speaking. There was no longer tension between us. We opened our bodied to each other and I realised that the connection I had with Alice was one of the brightest spots in my life.

It was an intense and exhilarating experience that I hope I never forget. After that night, Alice and I continued to see each other secretly. We would go on late-night walks when she was on day shift, spend time exploring, and sometimes sneak away for some intimate moments.

We knew that our relationship couldn’t last, as we were both from different worlds and had different lives outside of this remote town. But for those fleeting moments, we found happiness in each other’s company.

Eventually, my time in the mining town came to an end, and I had to leave. Alice and I said our goodbyes, knowing that it was unlikely we would ever see each other again. But I would always cherish the memories of those stolen moments with the beautiful doctor who captured my heart..

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