A hot young lady, of course

You spin around quickly, confused and annoyed. The voice is mere inches from your ear, so there's no risk of you not being its intended audience.

Behind your shoulder is a woman whose age you can't really place. She is slender and tall with very dark skin, has beautiful black eyes and long, slightly frizzy hair. You suspect her do would be much different if the weather was more humid. You don't know why she's on the hospital grounds, as she has a dark blue skirt and a green blouse - civilian clothing. The top-most button of her blouse isn't fastened, and you can't help but wonder whether that's on purpose, since it gives you quite generous insight into her lovely cleavage.

Still, you have to ask.

"Pardon, what did you say?"

"Uhm... can we... have sex?..."

You can practically hear the ellipsis hanging in the air after the question. The woman - whoever she is - oozes sexual tension: she's casually biting her lip, seemingly not consciously, and her breathing is heavy. Her pupils are dilated. It's obvious even from looking at her only briefly that she doesn't just want sex.

No, she needs it.

And yet... this is odd as fuck, and you are apprehensive. You can't spring out your cock at the mere suggestion of getting it wet. Something is clearly wrong here, and you don't know what. Or, rather, okay - you do know what. But you don't understand it.

Nevertheless, if this wasn't weird, would you take the woman up on her offer? Yes, absolutely! So you decide to try the careful route.

"We, uhm... we don't even know each other. Why don't you sit down and have a coffee and we can talk a little?"

She manages to look both disappointed and hopeful at the same time, but gets a cup of her own and takes the seat across from you eagerly. You notice her paying with some kind of blippy thing with the hospital logotype, so you assume that she has a job here.

"Hi, I'm John", you say. "Pleased to meet you."

"Oh, hehe", she laughs nervously. "I'm Janelle. Maybe I should have led with that."

"So, do you work here, or?..."

"Oh yeah, I'm an intern. I was just on my way to my next shift. But then I saw you here."

"... and?"

"Well, it's like... I just felt like I really want to fuck you, you know?"

"You're... certainly very forward about this", you say. It's almost a pun, since Janelle is leaning forward to give you a better view. Any initial qualms she had about soliciting you have been squashed by her urges, which is honestly kind of flattering, but Jesus, that was fast.

"But", you have to ask, "why now? Weren't you going to your shift?"

"Oh, they'll understand", she giggles, discarding the notion as utterly silly. "But I can't keep them waiting forever, you know?"

She winks at you as she says the last part. You're about to further question why you, whom she has never to your knowledge met before, is suddenly the object of her desire. Janelle beats you to it, though.

"Does it really matter why? All we need to know is that I want your mouth here..." She gestures to her mouth with her index finger and puts the tip inside, slowly licking it as she withdraws it again, before continuing.

"... I want your palms here..." She moves a hand into her bra and pulls a tit out. It's marvellous, and it's really puffed up from the uncomfortable position. "And I want your cock..." she says, standing up, "deep, deep in here..."

She reaches under her skirt and slowly pulls her panties down to the floor, before stepping out of it with one foot. She then grabs the chair she was using and moves it around the table so that she's now directly in front of you. As she sits down again, she takes your hand and guides it directly to her most private parts.

"I'm clean... I'm on the pill... I just shaved yesterday... and I'm really, really wet..." she whispers into your face, looking directly into your eyes.

You look around in a slightly flustered panic while Janelle gyrates her pelvis to tease herself with your fingers. There's the cafeteria staff, of course, and an old lady doing sudoku in the corner. Some doctors are having a discussion over at the far end of the room, and someone's pushing a cart with a couple of stretchers down the corridor.

Nobody's reacting at all, though, even though they can obviously see what the two of you are doing. Still, you feel uneasy. You're clearly about to get your brains fucked out, and you somehow instinctively know that Janelle is right about having no diseases. At this point, your nether regions have already drawn all decision-fueling blood from your head anyway.

"Maybe..." you start.

"Yes?" Janelle perks up, stopping what she's doing in expectation.

"I do want to do this... but can't we find somewhere more private?"

"Sure!" she replies instantly. "Follow me!"

Janelle practically jumps up, snatches her purse and starts moving across the hallway. You look at your fingers. They were never inside of her, yet they're glistening from her juices. As you start following her - not quite as quickly, given that you were in a car crash yesterday - you glance back at the table. Your coffee is only half finished. Janelle's hasn't even graced her lips.

You follow Janelle through a couple of rooms you'd never go to as a visitor to the hospital. She navigates beds, people, and medical equipment like a minx, despite frequently looking back to make sure you haven't suddenly ghosted her.

Soon, you find yourself in some kind of rest room with pretty much just a bed and a sink - probably a break room for staff between duty.

There's no time for further chatting. Janelle pushes you carefully but emphatically on the bed, and you kick off your shoes while she pulls off your trousers. It's a liberating feeling to get your cock out into the air, but it doesn't stay there for long. Foreplay ended the moment you left the cafeteria, and it's not like either of you needs it anyway.

Janelle climbs up on top of you as you move into a comfortable position, grabs your penis, and impales herself.

It's amazing. She's wet and tight and warm, and you're all the way inside her. Looking at her, you feel like a huge weight has been lifted from her shoulders. She finally got what she required. And she intends to make the most of it.

Quickly, she picks up the pace, and you join in. Thank god you already came once today, you think, or you'd have already exploded in her. She lunges forward to kiss you, or rather smother you, and you put your hands on her hips to take over the rhythm.

It's the kind of kiss, the kind of sex you have when you're newly in love but haven't seen your lover for weeks. You can barely keep up with her tongue. Hell, you can barely keep up with your breathing.

You move your hands to Janelle's ass, but the fabric is in the way, so you hike her skirt up and start squeezing. She rewards you by moaning into your mouth, which brings you closer to the edge of coming. Her buttocks are large for her slim figure, and you try to play with them to distract you, as you don't want this to stop yet.

It works, although not like intended, when you squeeze too hard and accidentally pull out of her sopping vagina. Janelle sits back up, puts your cock where it belongs again, and deftly takes off her shirt and bra. The room is darker than her skin, and you can't really see much, but then again you don't really need to.

She said before that she wanted your mouth on hers, your palms on her breasts, and your cock in her pussy. Now you gladly comply with the remaining wish. Her nipples are so hard it almost has to be painful. Her tits are youthful: soft and full and bouncy without being sloppy. You toy with them, move them around, squeeze them together, pull slightly, and mostly just knead them happily.

Janelle loves all of it. She's riding you frenetically, moaning practically nonstop. But her voice is getting irregular and she's primarily going fast rather than rhythmically. You know she's approaching orgasm rapidly, and so are you.

Reluctantly, you take your hands off her and use them to support you so that you can sit up while she rides you, embracing her and kissing her again. Then, you whisper in her ear: "I'm going to come in your pussy."

That's all it takes.

Janelle throws her head back and screams loudly. It's a scream of relief, of the best climax she's ever had, and it's accentuated by you pumping wave after wave into her. She contracts so hard around you that she almost cramps before letting go.

Eventually, she puts her head on your chest, and you lie back down with her on top of you. Your sexes are doing little pulses against each other while you both try to catch your breath. You know Janelle should be in a hurry to her shift, but there's no rush; you could lie content like this for hours and enjoy her warm skin resting on yours.

You can feel your sperm leaking out, running down the length of your shaft on its way to a wet spot on the blanket. You caress Janelle's back with one hand, and hold her head in the other. It feels completely natural, despite that it's what lovers do in a cosy bed, not something that should be suitable for... well, for this, whatever it is.

After a while, you open your eyes and your whole body goes tense as you are suddenly ripped away from your post-coital bliss.

"What's wrong?" Janelle asks innocently.