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I began fucking her harder and faster, one arm around her waist and the other rubbing her clitoris in time with my swiveling hips in a mild panic.
The door handle began to move as my spasms intensified and my orgasm hit me and I ejaculated into Doctor Gordon as she called back, 'I'm with a patient Brice. I'll finish up in a little while and call you. OK Darling?'
I was still mid climax as he replied, 'No hurry Em. There's plenty of reading out here.'
She turned her face to kiss me as he closed the door without looking in. She began straightening her legs and wriggling her toes. She seemed be getting her movement back. His footsteps receded and I finished fucking his wife.
She climbed off me and turned, then lowered her cunt onto my rigid cock again and, face-to-face, SHE began fucking ME seriously for the first time. She began whimpering as her slavering cunt took over with a mind of its own. Her climax hit her as she breathed open mouthed into my ear.
After her thrashing died down, I remarked 'We've been fucking for ages Doctor. You have definitely got your movement back.'
'Yes I have. I feel quite normal all of a sudden.'
She was relieved that she had recovered her movement. She squatted over me and slowly stood up withdrawing her sexy cunt from my cock. She tested her balance for a moment, then she looked down at me. I saw a woman with a languid look in her eyes. I got to my feet and she hugged me. It felt warm and beautiful.
Dr Gordon looked up at me and said 'Thank you Davis. I think you cured me'.
She tested her balance and slowly walked to where I had left her clothes.
Still naked, I switched off my recording and connected it via usb cable to her computer and transferred the file to her PC, then finished dressing.
'Do you need that filed in any particular folder Doctor Gordon?' I asked.
'Leave it on my desktop and I'll file it. Thanks again Davis. Call back if that bite gives you any trouble. I might need to call you to get more information about the sting.'
You're welcome Doctor,' I replied formally.
I passed her husband in the waiting room as I left, wondering how long the effect of touching my wasp bite would affect women. It would be interesting to see if somebody touching my healing sting would spontaneously come to a climax without me fucking or even touching her. That would take more discipline than I have showed so far.
I expect the sting will heal eventually, but I still have a few ideas concerning who I will show it to. Next will be Sister Veronica, the nursing nun at the community clinic has appealed to me ever since I met her. She is training me in first aid and sports injury prevention at the institute where I am training as a cyclist's maintenance masseur. She always keeps a professional distance between herself and her clients and particularly trainees. It will be interesting to see how much distance she keeps if I can get her to inspect my sting, particularly if I can contrive to show her in a semi public setting.
When it has healed, I might ride past that wasp nest again.
The End.
Virtually Reality
"It's the bomb," Ximena babbled excitedly, untangling the cables to the headsets.
Shelly wasn't so sure she agreed. Her life was connected enough, without spending extra time playing with weird electronics. The evening could have been spent on a date, or studying, or just relaxing. Instead, she'd spent it listening about Ximena's new obsession, and now it was turning into some lame geekfest.
"Aren't these 3-D glasses like they used to use with old TVs?" Shelly asked, watching her friend tease out the cords and plug them into the surprisingly large box.
"Do you see a television?" the brunette replied, looking up and tossing her hair out of her eyes. "And maybe they are; Mick didn't say, but it isn't like he just bought them on Amazon."
Out of a dumpster seemed more likely, Shelly thought, but she kept the notion to herself. It was good to see Ximena feeling upbeat again, even if it meant putting up with... this. "Tell me again what the point of this is?"
"It's virtual reality," Ximena repeated, as if that explained everything. "Do you live under a rock?" She shook herself and handed one of the headsets to her friend. "Look, just work with me, okay? It's easier to see it than explain."
Shelly looked at the chunky glasses, which actually looked more like a cross between night-vision goggles and first-generation 3-D glasses. They probably were going to give her a raging headache. "Do I wear these over my glasses?" she asked, giving in.
"No," Ximena said. "The focus will adjust by itself." She pushed a button on the box, which began emitting a low hum, and put on her headset. "Just put them on and try to relax."
Rolling her eyes, now that her friend couldn't see her expression, Shelly set her prescription eyeglasses on the corner of Ximena's desk. She squirmed slightly, adjusting the pillow behind her back, and tucked an errant lock of auburn hair behind one ear. Seeing no further way to avoid it, Shelley settled the headset in place.
"There's nothing but static!" she complained after a long minute. "I don't think it's working."
"Just wait!" Ximena's voice sounded. "It takes a little time to calibrate or whatever."
