I’m in my second clinical round in DPT school, exhausted all the time. I’ve always wanted to be a physical therapist-I just didn’t know it was going to be this tiring. Not to mention I waited a bit longer, meaning I’m too close to early 30’s for comfort, and all my classmates are in their early 20’s. I’m married-it isn’t perfect, but I love him very much. He takes care of me, he’s gorgeous, and I don’t ever plan on leaving him. However, we don’t really have sex much, and I walk around frustrated all the time. He enjoys sex like the rest of us, but he just isn’t on the same level of need.
I’m mulling over things as I sit in the restaurant close to the hospital. Another 9 hour day of patients, my clinical instructor, hospital smell, and frustration. My round is in sports med, so I deal with hips, knees, shoulders, etc all day.
I’m young, thin, tall, with very long hair I always wear in either one or two french braids that go halfway down my back. My scrubs always fit just right, showing off my lean frame. But I make sure of that by buying the super nice expensive ones like a spoiled brat. I always wear sports bras, with little lace thongs that make me feel a bit better about wearing thick, bright, patterned mid calf socks, those clogs the nurses wear, and minimal makeup. My ass isn’t big, neither are my breasts. But I was a ballerina into my 20’s, and still do the same workouts so neither have been assaulted by gravity too much.
I’m playing with the food on my plate, on my second drink. My car is in the shop so I took a Lyft to work. My husband is out of town, meaning I have to get home at sound point to let out the dogs. And shower. I want to rip off my clothes and get into a hot shower. Watch some porn, slide a plug in my ass and finger fuck myself until I orgasm. As I squeeze my legs together at the thought, that’s when a group of young undergrad looking guys come into the restaurant. It’s a trendy place, so they have to be on their parents dime. Typical spoiled, rich college boys, I think to myself. That’s when I see him. I recognize him from somewhere. Tall and built, over 6ft with big hands, broad shoulders, and thick legs with a big ass. Rare for guys who work out, as upper body is all the rage. Men don’t realize it’s all in the lower body.
His smile is big and perfect. He’s a bro; a mans man. They all gather a table further down from where I’m sitting at the bar. I look over again, see his gorgeous face and thick, wavy, dark hair. That’s when it dawns on me: He’s a patient at the clinic my round is in. Another PT has his case, but by his outpatient status it’s most likely a sports injury.
He sees me staring at him and smiles at me. I’m suddenly embarrassed and look away. My friend has been managing the bar here for quite some time, she takes my plate and asks me if I want another drink. I say yes, and figure if I’m going to enjoy my Lyft status, I should get some work done. I’ve always been the type A, overachieving student. That doesn’t mean perfect grades. But near them. Which means I always do extra.
I read studies and techniques on my iPad, taking notes. Finding things that align with my current patient load. Hoping to impress my boss. A couple hours pass, I pull myself out of the medical hole I’m in to realize it’s almost midnight, I’m buzzing and warm from all the drinks, and studying is pointless at this point. I put my pen down and grab my phone. Start scrolling Instagram. That’s when I feel a hot presence behind me. I turn around to see him smiling at me. I smile back awkwardly. He says hi, and that he’s seen me in the clinic during his appointments. That’s when his friends hoot and holler something about a hot doctor. I laugh and raise my eyebrows, he apologizes for his friends and introduces himself. He looks like a Ben. Clearly from money, no sense of the world or daily struggles of others-including $100k+ in student loans. I introduce myself, he shakes my hand. He has callouses from lifting. The place between my legs gets warm. I shift in my seat, he notices and asks me if I’m alright. I’ve been sitting to long, I say. I need to use the restroom. I ask my friend behind the bar to watch my stuff as I go to the restroom. I can feel his eyes on my ass as I walk to go pee. His friends whistle. I get into the stall and I can hear the pounding in my ears. I’m aching to be touched and fucked how I like. I lean against the wall of the bathroom; feel the cool tile against my cheek. I reach my hand down the front of my scrubs, pushing down onto my clit. I sigh and arch my hips into my own hand, closing my eyes to imagine Bens tongue on my nipples, down my stomach, between by legs. I’m startled back to reality as two other girls come into the bathroom. By the topic of their conversation, they’re meeting Bens group for a night of drinking and hooking up. I quickly pee and leave the stall, wash my hands, and walk out. I’m looking down at my phone, thinking it’s best to order a Lyft and get out of here before I feel any more guilty. My husband is sexy, and kind. I need to go home and imagine him fucking me. He’s not bad at it. He just doesn’t have the aggressive go getter attitude I crave in bed. That’s when I run into Ben in the hallway between the restaurant and the bathrooms. He smells so good; like expensive cologne that cost as much as one of my car payments. His flannel is soft, he’s left the three too buttons undone leaving his tan chest visible. I immediately apologize for running into him. He laughs and says something about how it’s not a big deal; watching me look at his body. He stays there. I can feel him push closer to me. But that may be my imagination.
You’re gorgeous, he says. I say thank you and realize I can’t move. My clogs are glued to the floor. I feel his hand reach behind me and pull on my braid so I look up at him. My heart pounds, I smell his cologne, mixed with whiskey and sweat. The place between my legs aches, I can feel myself getting wet. I blurt out I’m married, and that he’s a patient at the clinic so I needed to go. His brows raise with amusement. As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, the girls open the bathroom door, seeing Ben. Squealing his name loudly, causing him to release my hair. Giving blood back to my glued feet. He smiles and asks them what they’re going to drink. I see my exit and restart my paused journey to my chair. I hear them ask him if he knows me, he says that I’m a doctor in his clinic, to which they say that I look a hot tired mess.
I feel that way as I walk to my chair, put cash down, pack up my stuff, say bye to my friend, and walk out. The cool breeze is a relief as I wait for my Lyft. That’s when he walks outside. I clench my jaw, trying to control the urge to ask him to lick my clit and fuck me. He comes up to me, too close for mere acquaintances, and apologizes for his friends. I laugh and say it’s fine. He takes a step forward placing his leg between mine. Pressing it into my crotch. I sigh deeply, he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and murmurs that he doesn’t care if I’m married, he just thinks my scrubs are hot. He has this shit eating grin on his face. He says it’s nice to meet me and walks back inside. Leaving me aching and annoyed.
I get into the Lyft ready to be home. I close my eyes in the back seat, imagining Bens teeth on my nipples. His hands in my hair. My pussy gripping his cock as I bounce on the tip, too tight to take it all right away. I want so badly to feel his finger in my ass, hearing his moaning in my ear. I worry I’m going to soak through my scrub pants before I get to my house. I finally get home, rush to let the dogs out and go straight to my bedroom where I grab my dildo and ass plug from the dresser. I pull down my pants, bend over the bed, spit on the plug, slide it in my ass. I picture Bens tongue in my pussy, my ass full. I rub my clit, wanting an orgasm so bad. I start to rub the dildo against my throbbing hole, finally shoving it in. I take it out all the way and shove it in again imagining it’s Ben relentlessly slamming in, pulling out, and slamming in again. Between the plug, one hand on my clit and another controlling the dildo, I lose control and find release, moaning into my bed. My legs still shaking, I let the dogs in, take a shower, and go to sleep. My pussy still aching for a satisfaction I can’t seem to get.