Hesitation!

She traced it lightly, her fingertips following the thick length from base to tip, testing, teasing the outline through the thin material. My breath hitched, a jolt of heat surging through me, my cock hardening fully under her touch, the veins pulsing against her palm as she pressed just enough to feel the heat radiating from it.

'Lena...' I whispered, my voice cracking, caught between the ache of memory and the sudden rush of arousal. Her touch deepened, fingers circling the swollen head, the scrubs dampening slightly from the pre-cum leaking out.

It felt electric, her warmth seeping through, making my balls tighten in their sac, the workplace hum fading as my world narrowed to that intimate pressure.

I kept talking, words tumbling out shaky—'We'd go to the beach, my siblings and me, the water warm like a bath, no worries, just us'—but my hips shifted involuntarily, pushing into her hand, the emotional vulnerability mixing with the raw throb of need.

Her eyes locked on mine now, hungry yet empathetic, her thumb stroking along the underside where my shaft met my pussy, lips hidden but slicking in response.

She sensed it then—the hesitation flickering in my widened eyes, the way my body tensed not just from pleasure but from the shock of it all in this sterile lounge, where anyone could walk in.