Susan Thompson, having just dropped off her two teenage daughters, eased her station wagon into the busy airport traffic. The girls were headed to Texas for Spring Break. Traffic was bumper to bumper and the roads leading into and out of the terminal looked like a parking lot. It had been a long cold winter and every kid on Spring Break seemed to be flying out today, heading to warmer climates. The girls would probably arrive at Miller’s Bluff before Susan made it home.
Across town Dr. Robert Thompson removed his third pair of rubber gloves. He’d been in a surgical suite doing nerve biopsies for the most of the day. His colleague and old college friend, Ron Firestone, had a patient with a particularly odd form of genetically determined nerve damage. Ron had appealed to Robert hoping that his friend might discover the cause of the mutation and be able to manufacture a drug to combat it. It had been a monumental task to secure the surgical suite. It seemed like every doctor at the hospital had some procedure planned that week. In the end, Ron and Robert had pulled some strings obtaining a suite for the day. It was late the previous night when Ron called him with the news he had secured the room. As he placed the slide containing the new sample under a microscope, Robert briefly glanced at the clock. His girls would be on their way to see his in-laws and his wife would be home packing for their trip to the lake. Inwardly he smiled; he would have Susan alone for the next three days. He checked the clock again and resumed his work.
Susan arrived back at their suburban home with a pounding headache. She’d encountered three traffic accidents on the way home. She tossed her purse and shades onto a table in the foyer and headed upstairs in search of aspirin. She certainly did not want a headache to interfere with her weekend alone with her husband. After finding the aspirin, she began to pack their bags. It would still be cold at the lake at night, but the local weatherman was predicting daytime temperatures in the seventies. She knew Robert would probably want to try his hand at fishing during the day so she packed some short-sleeved camp shirts and multi pocketed utility shorts for him. For herself, she chose Capri pants and sleeves-less shirts. Robert would be thrilled with the shirts, since all of them buttoned up the front. Whenever they were at the lake, he seemed to regress to their college days; at least his foreplay did. He liked to take his time undressing her, one button at a time. She chucked at an old memory of him asking her to go on a picnic after class during their senior year. She quickly found out that the only thing Robert brought with him was a blanket. He whispered to her that she was the main course as they lay in the sunshine. Then he proved it to her. She hoped he was bringing a blanket this time.
Robert took a deep breath and pushed the microscope aside. The last two biopsies failed to provide the root cause of the patient’s problems. He thought about a new procedure that had been discovered at the Marryo Clinic, just published. As far as he knew, the procedure had not been attempted by anyone on staff. The new procedure would be time consuming. If he attempted it, he would be late getting home to Susan. If he waited, the chances of getting another surgical suite would be nil. He sat perplexed for several minutes then decided to call home. Raised the daughter of a doctor, Susan immediately insisted that he remain to complete his task. After she assured him that she could find her way to George’s cabin, he reluctantly agreed to stay. She blew him a kiss into the phone telling him that she would be waiting for him.
Many hours later, Robert finished his tests. He’d discovered the problem, but the cure would have to wait until he could get back in his lab. As they left the surgical suite Ron thanked him and wished him a good weekend with a firm pat on the back. It was nearly ten when he returned to his office. Susan was a ninety-minute drive away. Without changing out of his green medical scrubs, Robert headed for his car.
The cabin was dark when he pulled in behind Susan’s car. As he exited the car, the chilly night air caused him to shutter. The smell of burning cedar was hanging around the outside of the cabin in the still night air. Susan must have started a fire. A full moon lit his pathway to the deck on to the back of the cabin. He climbed the stairs slowly then peeked into the window. He could see her on the sofa, dozing, covered by an antique quilt that had once been his Grandmother’s. Carefully, he twisted the knob and eased the door open. A much stronger smell of cedar filled the room as he crept across the rug. Robert sat on the edge of the sofa watching Susan. She looked so relaxed. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow like a halo. Her eyes bore a hint of her makeup. Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she graced him with a smile.
“Hi.” She said softly.
“Hi yourself.” Robert stroked her cheek. “Sorry I’m so late.”
“It’s okay. Did you find what you were looking for?” Susan stretched beside him turning on her side to give him more room.
“I did. How was your drive?” He rested his hand on the top of her hip.
“My drive was okay. The girls called earlier. They made it to Texas.” She pulled one hand from beneath the blanket trailing her nails up his arm.
“I’m glad that all my girls are where they should be.” He smiled.
“I started a fire as soon as the sun went down. It turned cold outside. You must be freezing with those scrubs on. They aren’t exactly designed for winter weather.”
He pulled her free hand up to his lips and kissed it before he spoke. “It was late and I didn’t feel like changing. Besides, I was in a hurry to get to you.”
Susan pulled her hand away and rubbed her forehead. Her headache had returned. Robert saw her grimace. He pulled her hand away laying it on her chest. She watched him bring his hands up to her temples.
“Close your eyes and relax.” He said as he made circular motions with his fingers.
Susan’s exhaled deeply surrendering to his masterful touch. He hummed softly to her as he worked. Eventually, her headache eased and she opened her eyes favoring him with a smile.
“You do good work, Doctor.” She said.
Robert chuckled slightly, “Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day for both of us.”
Robert felt two hands snake up his chest taking hold his shirt at the shoulder.
“Let’s not.” Susan gave him a crooked smile.
“Doesn’t your head still hurt?” He winked.
Susan brought his lips down to hers and kissed him gently. When the kiss ended, she held his lips close to hers until they were almost touching.
“My head was hurting. But my doctor is a medical genius. He applied his magic hands and poof the headache went away.” She whispered, her breath caressing his lips.
“Hmm…your doctor must be some kind of man.” Robert whispered back.
“Oh he is. Know what’d I really like to do?” She gave him a soft kiss.
“Tell me.” He said as he kissed the side of her mouth.
“I’d like to play with my doctor.” A small giggle escaped her lips.
“We haven’t done that in a while now have we?” Robert blew into her ear.
Susan moaned her pleasure. “You know, Doctor Thompson, I’m in need of some immediate attention.
“Hmm…you’re pretty warm. I’ll need to do a through examination to determine the proper treatment.” His tongue found the sensitive spot below her ear. He felt her jump beneath him. “However, I think we should move to a more conducive surface for this procedure as this exam area seems a little too small.
“Oh…” She moaned. “I completely agreed, Doctor. Whatever you say…oh!”
Robert stood abruptly taking his grandmother’s quilt and tossing it over the back of the sofa. Moving quickly, he scooped up his wife and began to carry her to the bedroom kissing her as he walked. The moonlight illuminated the hallway. He lay her across the foot of the bed. Susan smiled as he dropped on his knees beside the bed.
“I think I need a very very very through exam, Doctor.” She traced the V-neck of his scrub top fingering the unruly hairs that peeked out.
“I agree. The first thing we must do Miss is rid you of this constricting clothing.” Robert surveyed her body. The turtleneck and the stretch pants had to go.
“Sit up, Miss. I’ll need you to remove your shirt.” He said in a very professional voice.
“Like this, Doctor.” Susan sat and pulled the turtleneck over her head. She flung it across the room. However, Robert didn’t see it. He was to busy watching her body. Susan was amused. He’s always been this way, completely captivated with her breasts. When he didn’t respond, Susan cleared her throat.
“Doctor Thompson? Did I do that right?” She asked innocently.
Robert smiled. “Yes, I’d say you did that very well.”
“Well?” Susan watched his eyes. They weren’t looking into hers.
“Well what?”
“Aren’t you going to listen to my heart, Doctor?”
Robert cleared his throat. “Ah, yes…listen…that’s it…lie back now…that’s a good girl…You know I can’t really hear a lot with this binding garment on. I think you really should take that off too.”
Susan smiled. She reached between her breasts popping a little button. Her breasts sprang free as she peeled both cups back.
Robert watched as the rosy nipples before him hardened. He had something hardening too and it wasn’t his nipples. He glanced at Susan’s face and caught a brief smirk. She had him where she wanted him and she was playing him like a harp. He chuckled. Two can play at this game.
“I’ll need to listen to your heart. Lie perfectly still so I can get a good reading.” Robert turned his head and laid it against Susan’s chest. Positioning himself so that his breath caressed her left nipple. He blew out a breath of air as he listened to her heartbeat. The brief rush of air caused her heart to pound heavily against his ear. He pulled back up he noticed a red passion rash across Susan’s chest.
He cleared his throat as he looked into her eyes. “Well Miss. I think your heart is just fine.”
“Really.” Susan batted her eyelashes. “Then it must be something else. You know I get a really sharp pain here.” Susan pointed to her right nipple.
“Here.” He said as he reached out his index finger and traced around her breast. He heard her groan when he deliberately avoided her nipple.
“Don’t you think you should kiss it and make it all better, Doctor?” Susan pushed her breast toward him.
“Hmm…a kiss might work.” Robert leaned over and took her nipple into his mouth manipulating it with his tongue. Susan’s deep moan filled the room.
Robert felt her hand move up to his cheek She gently moved him to the other nipple. “This one hurts too.” He applied his own method of treatment. As Robert broke the kiss he gave her a gentle bite. Susan yelped.
“Still hurts, Huh? Perhaps I should conduct some additional tests.”
Susan eagerly agreed. “I think you should too.”
“Perhaps I should take your temperature.”
Susan smiled broadly. “Oh yes, Dr. Thompson. I certainly need my temperature taken. Do you have your big long hard thermometer?”
Robert stood and pulled his scrub top off dropping it to the floor. Susan could see his full erection through the thin material of his scrub pants.
“Oh I see you brought it with you.” She cooed.
“In order to take your temperature, I’ll need you to remove the rest of your clothing.”
Susan slipped off the bed and shimmed out of her pants wrapping them around his neck like a scarf.
“Do I need to take all my clothes off, Doctor? Even these black lace panties?”
Robert glanced down. His eyes had been higher until she said that. With a smile, he told her those would have to go too. He held his breath as he watched them skim down her shapely legs to the floor.
“Oh look, your thermometer is in your pocket.” She reached out and stroked his erection. “Let’s take it out so you can use it.” Susan pulled the drawstring opening up the waist of his pants. Without the string they fell to the floor in a pool at his feet.
“Looks like your equipment is a bit confined. Let’s free it.” She smiled as she lowered his briefs.
Robert stood motionless glued to where he stood before her.
“Oh no, it’s all swollen. I’d better kiss it and make it all better.” Robert’s deep manly groan filled the room as his wife applied her own form of treatment. When she stopped, Susan looked at him with a challenging smile. She’d won this round of the game.
“Doctor, is it all better now?” She said sweetly.
It took more than a handful of seconds for the fog to clear his mind enough for him to respond. “Oh, I feel much better now. But I think we should get back to you. Push back on the bed…err… I mean table. I need you to be further back so I can take your temperature.”
“Is this going to hurt, Doctor? You’re thermometer is awfully big.” She stated as she moved back in the bed.
“It won’t hurt a bit. I promise. Are you ready?” He spoke from above her.
“Ready.” She replied breathlessly.
“Here we go open wide. I’m going to put it in now.” He slid into her with a solid stoke.
“Hmm…Doctor that feels good.” Susan moaned.
Robert growled his agreement into the crook of her neck. On the drive to the cabin, he’d imagined taking her slowly. However, those thoughts were long gone as he moved quickly bringing them both to an earth-shattering conclusion.
Breathlessly, they lay next to each other in the bed dozing between consiousness and sleep. Susan moved enough to pull the covers of the bed back and they crawled beneath them. Robert pulled her up next to him cradling her head on his chest.
“Is your headache really gone?’’ He asked softly.
“Hmm…yes. You are really an excellent doctor.”
Robert chuckled softly. “It’s been a long time since we did that.”
“It’s been a long time since you came home dressed like that.”
They lay quiet for several minutes until Susan broke the stillness.
“Robbie?”
“Yes.” He said near sleep.
“If you ever play doctor with another woman, I’ll have to perform a little surgery of my own.” Her hand moved to rest beneath the covers.
“Yes, ma’am” He smiled.
“Maybe tomorrow, I’ll take you on a picnic. You can bring the blanket.” Susan’s soft giggles filled the room as they drifted all of sleep.
