The brief meeting came to an end and everyone dispersed as Leturah shot me a look that seemed to say “And now what”.I couldn’t believe the CMD’s daughter fancied me.When she was done talking with her father, she walked up to me.
“Dr.Leturah”, she said, extending her hands.And i shook hands with her “Dr.Goodheart”, I replied.She held my hand for a while smiling mischievously.”Like I said, you seem to be a smart guy…and a good one”, she said, letting my hand free.I shrugged at her compliment,”I guess my name affects me”, I replied smiling softly…I asked her why she had come for a check-up with me but she laughed and replied,”Let’s say I was trying to confirm your expertise”.I think she had heard things about me.So I nodded my head in cognizance.
Leturah was the only child of Prof.Chiugo the CMD, and was a paediatrician.She had just come back from Geneva, Switzerland where she had been majoring in paediatrics, and decided to hook up with Briggs Memorial hospital within the city.She told me she preferred practicing far away from her father and of course she lived alone, though to the displeasure of her father who would do anything to please his little girl.
Talking about Briggs Memorial hospital, it was a state of the art facility.Better equipped, and with a better pay, since they were in partnership with Roche, a Swiss health care company in Geneva.I had always dreamt of working there after my residency training, but the ‘long legs’ weren’t available for me.Such a place was a top class to kick start a swelling career in medicine…Leturah excused herself and walked away, swaying her apple shaped ikebe as her b00bs bounced with each step she took.She was indeed magnificent.
It was later in the evening of that day I learnt that Leturah had come as a scout for Roche Healthcare to get some good hands to fill the vacancies at Briggs Memorial hospital.And that would be done with her father’s assistance.My heart elated at the opportunity, but there was a shortcoming on my side.I was a resident doctor and there were others who could be more qualified to fill the spaces.It was a 20 per cent chance for me.
I got home that day feeling tired and quite downcast concerning the fact that i was about loosing a golden opportunity.I went in to have a cold shower after which i glued to the TV set.Then an idea occurred to me.Leturah had given me her number on a platter of gold and that was for a reason.The lady liked me and wanted me to call her, probably so she could fix me up.No wonder she said I might need to call her later.I hadn’t saved her digits yet on my phone, so I went in to search for the piece of paper containing her number, and found it.I took in a deep breath and punched in the numbers and it rang.
“Hello sweet,” her voice came from the other end.Why was she calling me ‘sweet’? Probably she mistook me for someone else.
“Dr.Goodheart on the line”,I said
“Yeah I know….Dr.Patrick gave me your number”, she replied.Then I began to stutter,
“Er-erm, I-er”, and she giggled.
“I know you would call”, she said,”Ain’t so easy to resist a s*xy** woman with benefits, huh”. She was certain I would call and had been expecting it.I asked her about my chances of being on her list and she laughed into the phone.
“You’re just a resident doctor you know that” she said and i felt embarrassed.She had this way of belittling a person, and i guess she noticed the change in my countenance and she said softly,” But we can fix something up”.There was hope.
“How?” I asked.
“Let’s go on a date…talk things over”, she said.The idea was fine by me, so we picked a Friday by 5:00pm, leaving my finger crossed.
Friday finally came and as usual, there was not much to do at work, so I closed early.Leturah had said we would be going in her car and I didn’t mind that.The job was more important.I stood before the mirror checking myself out when my phone rang and I looked at it ‘LETURAH’ it said, and my watch said 5 o’clock.Then I knew she was within the vicinity where I lived.So I hurried out and met mummy Junior on my way out sitted in her car rummaging through some papers.And she smiled at me,
“Hmmm, doc you look sharp oo”, she said, ogling me.Where you dey go naa?”
I told her I had a function to attend and she replied,”Hope sey you go come back early..I don dey miss you”.But I ignored her and walked on.I had a career to step up and Leturah was my only chance, so no frivolity would stop me.
Leturah was parked at just a stone throw from my residence.She saw me coming and beeped twice, signaling me to hurry up.When I got into her car, she was pleased to see me.
“Goodevening”, she said,”….no peck for me?”
And I leaned to peck her smooth dimpled cheek, she smiled.She looked stunning, with a black sleeveless, mini-gown which drew up to her upper thighs (as she sat) leaving me with a growing hard-on, and a hardness to swallow.Then she revved the engine and we hit the road.
The dinner date with Leturah was awesome.We talked about a lot of things like her family, her career and how lucky she was to be a paediatrician at a young age.We laughed about that one especially.Then came the issue of Briggs Memorial, and she stopped talking and her eyes fixed on me.I shot her a despairing look.
“What?” I asked
“I like you doc”, she said,”A lot for that matter.I could feel her eyes piercing into my psyche and she spoke up,”I’m doing this for your sake…even my dad might not like it”, she said looking serious.This lady was helping me for a reason and I knew it…LUST!…or would I say Infatuation.I saw it in her eyes anytime she stared at me.I cleared my throat,
“Thanks Dr.Leturah for….” and she cut me short, placing her index finger on my lips,”Call me Letty”, she said, her finger teasing my lower lip.A couple beside us gave us a lewd look and she withdrew her hand, giggling.
I looked at my watch and told her I was about leaving and she offered to drive me home.Once again i got into her car.We had driven for a while on the Freeway when she took a wrong turn and I looked at her inquisitively as she smiled without taking her eyes off the road.
“Sorry…change of plans”, she cooed.”We’re going to my place”.
“But that wasn’t the agreement”, I said, quite upset.I hated it when a woman took decisions into her hands.Suddenly she pulled over, hitting the brakes and bringing the car to a quick halt.Then turned to look at me.
“Aren’t you gonna show some appreciation”, she said in a soft voice and I knew what she meant.
“Atleast not tonight”, I said.
But she drew closer,”I’m attracted to you, baby”, she purred, “and i want you…that’s why i’m doing all these”, and her left hand crawled up my thighs to my crotch, and she squeezed lightly, I jerked.My d!ck was already engorged in her grasp and she squeezed harder.
“I feel something big in there”, she said in a rasped whisper, breathing hard.Her lips were slightly parted with desire, and all my sense were aroused to breaking point.She was irresistibly s*xy**.Then out of reflex, my hand grabbed her left Bosom and squeezed, as our lips met in a wild tango.I sucked her velvety tongue, tweaking her nippIe and causing her moan to muffle in my mouth.She was still grabbing my crotch, squeezing it as I let my hand drop to her thighs, moving to her crevise and she parted her legs, allowing my finger slide into her wetness and………
To Be Continued….
“Dr.Leturah”, she said, extending her hands.And i shook hands with her “Dr.Goodheart”, I replied.She held my hand for a while smiling mischievously.”Like I said, you seem to be a smart guy…and a good one”, she said, letting my hand free.I shrugged at her compliment,”I guess my name affects me”, I replied smiling softly…I asked her why she had come for a check-up with me but she laughed and replied,”Let’s say I was trying to confirm your expertise”.I think she had heard things about me.So I nodded my head in cognizance.
Leturah was the only child of Prof.Chiugo the CMD, and was a paediatrician.She had just come back from Geneva, Switzerland where she had been majoring in paediatrics, and decided to hook up with Briggs Memorial hospital within the city.She told me she preferred practicing far away from her father and of course she lived alone, though to the displeasure of her father who would do anything to please his little girl.
Talking about Briggs Memorial hospital, it was a state of the art facility.Better equipped, and with a better pay, since they were in partnership with Roche, a Swiss health care company in Geneva.I had always dreamt of working there after my residency training, but the ‘long legs’ weren’t available for me.Such a place was a top class to kick start a swelling career in medicine…Leturah excused herself and walked away, swaying her apple shaped ikebe as her b00bs bounced with each step she took.She was indeed magnificent.
It was later in the evening of that day I learnt that Leturah had come as a scout for Roche Healthcare to get some good hands to fill the vacancies at Briggs Memorial hospital.And that would be done with her father’s assistance.My heart elated at the opportunity, but there was a shortcoming on my side.I was a resident doctor and there were others who could be more qualified to fill the spaces.It was a 20 per cent chance for me.
I got home that day feeling tired and quite downcast concerning the fact that i was about loosing a golden opportunity.I went in to have a cold shower after which i glued to the TV set.Then an idea occurred to me.Leturah had given me her number on a platter of gold and that was for a reason.The lady liked me and wanted me to call her, probably so she could fix me up.No wonder she said I might need to call her later.I hadn’t saved her digits yet on my phone, so I went in to search for the piece of paper containing her number, and found it.I took in a deep breath and punched in the numbers and it rang.
“Hello sweet,” her voice came from the other end.Why was she calling me ‘sweet’? Probably she mistook me for someone else.
“Dr.Goodheart on the line”,I said
“Yeah I know….Dr.Patrick gave me your number”, she replied.Then I began to stutter,
“Er-erm, I-er”, and she giggled.
“I know you would call”, she said,”Ain’t so easy to resist a s*xy** woman with benefits, huh”. She was certain I would call and had been expecting it.I asked her about my chances of being on her list and she laughed into the phone.
“You’re just a resident doctor you know that” she said and i felt embarrassed.She had this way of belittling a person, and i guess she noticed the change in my countenance and she said softly,” But we can fix something up”.There was hope.
“How?” I asked.
“Let’s go on a date…talk things over”, she said.The idea was fine by me, so we picked a Friday by 5:00pm, leaving my finger crossed.
Friday finally came and as usual, there was not much to do at work, so I closed early.Leturah had said we would be going in her car and I didn’t mind that.The job was more important.I stood before the mirror checking myself out when my phone rang and I looked at it ‘LETURAH’ it said, and my watch said 5 o’clock.Then I knew she was within the vicinity where I lived.So I hurried out and met mummy Junior on my way out sitted in her car rummaging through some papers.And she smiled at me,
“Hmmm, doc you look sharp oo”, she said, ogling me.Where you dey go naa?”
I told her I had a function to attend and she replied,”Hope sey you go come back early..I don dey miss you”.But I ignored her and walked on.I had a career to step up and Leturah was my only chance, so no frivolity would stop me.
Leturah was parked at just a stone throw from my residence.She saw me coming and beeped twice, signaling me to hurry up.When I got into her car, she was pleased to see me.
“Goodevening”, she said,”….no peck for me?”
And I leaned to peck her smooth dimpled cheek, she smiled.She looked stunning, with a black sleeveless, mini-gown which drew up to her upper thighs (as she sat) leaving me with a growing hard-on, and a hardness to swallow.Then she revved the engine and we hit the road.
The dinner date with Leturah was awesome.We talked about a lot of things like her family, her career and how lucky she was to be a paediatrician at a young age.We laughed about that one especially.Then came the issue of Briggs Memorial, and she stopped talking and her eyes fixed on me.I shot her a despairing look.
“What?” I asked
“I like you doc”, she said,”A lot for that matter.I could feel her eyes piercing into my psyche and she spoke up,”I’m doing this for your sake…even my dad might not like it”, she said looking serious.This lady was helping me for a reason and I knew it…LUST!…or would I say Infatuation.I saw it in her eyes anytime she stared at me.I cleared my throat,
“Thanks Dr.Leturah for….” and she cut me short, placing her index finger on my lips,”Call me Letty”, she said, her finger teasing my lower lip.A couple beside us gave us a lewd look and she withdrew her hand, giggling.
I looked at my watch and told her I was about leaving and she offered to drive me home.Once again i got into her car.We had driven for a while on the Freeway when she took a wrong turn and I looked at her inquisitively as she smiled without taking her eyes off the road.
“Sorry…change of plans”, she cooed.”We’re going to my place”.
“But that wasn’t the agreement”, I said, quite upset.I hated it when a woman took decisions into her hands.Suddenly she pulled over, hitting the brakes and bringing the car to a quick halt.Then turned to look at me.
“Aren’t you gonna show some appreciation”, she said in a soft voice and I knew what she meant.
“Atleast not tonight”, I said.
But she drew closer,”I’m attracted to you, baby”, she purred, “and i want you…that’s why i’m doing all these”, and her left hand crawled up my thighs to my crotch, and she squeezed lightly, I jerked.My d!ck was already engorged in her grasp and she squeezed harder.
“I feel something big in there”, she said in a rasped whisper, breathing hard.Her lips were slightly parted with desire, and all my sense were aroused to breaking point.She was irresistibly s*xy**.Then out of reflex, my hand grabbed her left Bosom and squeezed, as our lips met in a wild tango.I sucked her velvety tongue, tweaking her nippIe and causing her moan to muffle in my mouth.She was still grabbing my crotch, squeezing it as I let my hand drop to her thighs, moving to her crevise and she parted her legs, allowing my finger slide into her wetness and………
To Be Continued….
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