A load for the Doc

You were pedalling on an exercise bike at just above a leisurely pace as you cooled down. It felt good to sweat a little and get some proper cardio in. A guardian was hovering next to you and angled the water bottle helpfully as you leaned over for a sip of cool water. Exercise helped you recover, despite the counter-intuitiveness of that. It was always important to stay active and build your stamina for your line of work. You could already feel your balls somewhat replenished. The perfectly tailored diet provided at the Watchtower was effective.

Without the use of your hands it was a little awkward getting off the bike, but you managed to swing your leg over the seat and find solid ground. The guardian acting as your personal trainer mopped up some sweat from your brow and you thanked it out of habit, the politeness not unnoticed and the robot nodded cordially. You then saw Doctor McGee exit from a door near the back of the gym, which you realised was a shared bathroom. She was in a clean white bathrobe, her hair coiled in a white towel atop her head. And nothing else. She walked towards you but seemed preoccupied with something on her phone. This gave you a few moments to properly gawk. The bathrobe was short, her long lithe legs on display as she sauntered across the clean gym in bare feet. Her skin was so pale and looked so soft, and her loosely tied together bathrobe gave it a deep plunging neckline almost down to her navel.

When she got about six feet away you averted your eyes, trying to seem casual as you stood next to the exercise bike. You leaned over to take another sip of water from the guardian and McGee finally sensed you in her periphery.

“Ah, John,” she nodded, and you saw that even fresh out of the shower and wearing zero makeup the scientist had flawless skin. An absolute picture of natural beauty. “Are you ready?”

She stopped in front of you, arms crossed and not so much covering her chest but squishing them up and making them more pronounced.

“Right now? Well yeah I am,” you answered. You managed to keep your gaze level but blinked at the woman.

“Good. Let’s go then,” she said and then kept walking, expecting you to follow so you did.

That hem of her plush bathrobe was so high you couldn’t take your eyes off her shapely behind, hoping that somehow they would ride up to her waist just an inch or two more so you could see her butt. You wondered if she was completely naked under there, then remembered how she had been walking around most of today without any underwear on. You felt the chances were good she still was going commando. Your thoughts had to pause there as you had reached the lab again in what seemed like no time at all.

When you realised that the Doctor hadn’t gone to a locker and that no change of clothes could be seen in the lab, you stared at her as she took a seat. The same chair she had sat on when she last extracted your sample from you. She was going to jerk you off while in her bathrobe.

“Did you want to sit this time?” she asked, a capture flask already in hand, which she placed atop the thigh of her tantalizingly crossed legs. Almost on autopilot you moved over to stand by the doctor and you tried to sound as calm as possible, as if you didn’t want to startle a wild animal.

“I’ll stand,” you said. The doctor simply nodded then swivelled the chair to face you and glanced at your crotch.

“Fine,” she said, trying to sound casual, reached for your shorts.

“No glove?” you asked stupidly, and the way her head tilted and eyebrows knit in the middle as she looked up at you were grounds for a marriage proposal.

“Did you actually want me to use one?” she wondered. The smirk on her face passed quickly and she sniffed. “Look I know that just using my hand will make the entire process faster. It’s been a long day so if you don’t mind, I’d like to get this over with as quickly as possible.”

She was right of course. And this look of hers with the sexy bathrobe and her freshly showered scent were obviously all part of her ploy to turn you on and make you cum faster. The doctor’s keen intellect was not exclusively in the domain of academia, it seemed.

And so the doctor dropped your shorts for you and out you popped. Of course you were already hard. She eyed your erection with suspicion, wobbling obscenely in the air in front of her. There came a not so subtle sigh, and without further hesitation she grasped it with her hand. And her hand felt hot. Those fingers wrapped around your cock and the heat of her palm, felt momentarily like you had plunged your dick into a bucket of warm water. It was amazing. Then she started stroking and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

You couldn’t help comparing the experience with that very recent memory, making your cock even harder. McGee did not start at a slow pace like the superhero had. She would probably tell you she was being efficient, but it felt a bit more like impatience. Whatever the case, you didn’t much care how fast or slow she was jerking you to be honest. Recalling the last time McGee gave you that expert, gloved handjob, this was even better. Skin on skin, her slender fingers moving up and down your rigid shaft. The rest of the world seemed to melt away. You watched her face, saw the concentration in her stare, how she studied the precum she was pumping out of you. She let it dribble down your swollen head and lube you up naturally.

“That really is a lot of precum,” she noted, subconsciously she licking her lips. You grunted, digging your toes into the soles of your slippers, the waves of grateful pleasure wafting through you from the gorgeous doctor’s firm grip.

“Fuck…” escaped your lips, the craziness of all of this needing to be expressed. Yet at the same time there was mundanity to it, since this was actually your actual fucking job. This woman, who even when compared to a superhero like Wonder Woman, was just incredible. Your admiration of her had become a crush as soon as you met her, and now after spending a bit more time you had a feeling that your feelings were growing beyond that. And here she was trying to make you cum. “Fuck I can’t believe this…” you croaked happily.

McGee was pulled out of her reverie by your words and looked up, eyebrows quizzical.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, genuine worry in her voice, but continuing to run her hand up and down your cock. You looked at her again now. Stern and beautiful and wondered if you should…