Light of Day

You unwrapped your bandages gingerly, still a bit groggy but eager to enjoy your first morning with healed hands again. Fingers flexed and the initial stiffness quickly melted away. Completely healed.

“Thank you Zatanna,” you smiled and clapped them together. And speaking of, you regarded the top hat on the table and felt a twitch under your robe. Would she ever come back for it? You read the simple thank you card one more time before grabbing your towel to go start the day.

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Dr Tina McGee was leaving the shower area as you were entering.

“Oh, John!” she almost bumped into you and smiled through her surprise. “It looks like your injuries have healed.” The familiarity allowed her to take your hands without a second thought and she gave them a scrutinizing eye. She turned them this way and that, running her fingers over yours and testing your joints. You felt the butterflies and tried to remain calm. McGee was also just freshly showered and only wearing a bathrobe, her skin a bit damp, her hair slicked back. She smelled citrusy, probably from the showergel. It all added up to an almost instant boner that was at least safe from view beneath your own bathrobe. “You can finally take care of yourself then huh?” she said, and it took a minute for you to register her meaning.

“Oh… yeah right,” you nodded, then saw the smile on her face.

“I’m sure Diana will still want to suck you off,” she assured you. Your eyebrows rose at how different her demeanor was compared to the scientist’s usual professional self. “What, you can’t take a joke now?” she teased, and she jabbed a playful elbow to your ribs. Not expecting it you flinched more than was necessary and your loose bathrobe fell open. “Oops!” McGee laughed at the exposure. “Oh.” She noticed your raging erection, surprised that you seemed to be ready to go at all times but still professional enough to sense your embarrassment. “Sorry I-” then she paused, brow creasing. “Wait what happened? What’s that?”

“What?” you said, her sudden concern for your dick making you stare at yourself.

“Is that a bruise or…” she leaned down and grabbed your dick, like it wasn’t your dick. Like it was totally appropriate to do so. Her soft, apparently freshly moisturised hands, made you gasp but it was her face at your crotch that really started your heart beating. “There’s some kind of mark here… what is…” she started to rub her thumb at the base of your dick and it took you a second to even see what she was talking about. You realised there was a lipstick stain on your shaft. It was just a smudge now, and with Tina’s thumbing she had all but rubbed it off. “Oh.. it’s just lipstick,” she realised, squeezing the colour between her fingers as she inspected it. “I didn’t realise this was Wonder Woman’s shade.”

It was a few seconds before Tina realised what she was doing. Realised she was still holding your hard cock with one hand. She looked up at you, then straightened quickly as she let you go. “Sorry, John. I thought you had another accident, gotten another injury,” she explained, hiding her panic well and seeming to calm down when you pulled your robe back together.

“Guess I should make sure I wash thoroughly!” you joked, and Tina put on a smile.

“I’ll see you in the lab,” she said, quick to make her departure now. “Wonder Woman is scheduled to come in this afternoon.”

“Okay.”

You watched the doctor storm down the hall and vanish around a corner. You needed a cold shower.