Just a little evil

You slowly pull out your tongue and move your hand so it barely touches Dr. Balkin’s swollen clit. She moans deeply. “Please, John…please don’t stop…”

You move your mouth close to her moist nether lips so that every exhale pushes air against her sensitive flesh. “Then tell me who you are recruiting for, Dr. Balkin.”

“You’re supposed to meet them later tonight…I was to get you ready and try you out. Now please…please let me cum.”

Figuring this is all you’re going to get out of her, you quickly shove as much of your tongue as you can get in as your fingers roughly and carefully tease her clit and butthole. Soon the sexy instructor is trembling again, her right hand moved from the showerhead to the back of your head as she grinds against you. Her orgasm quickly overtakes her and she sprays her juices down your throat and across your face.

Dr. Balkin stands there panting for a few minutes, her legs starting to wobble. You get up quickly so you can help her down to the bottom of the shower. She leans forward and kisses you softly just as there is a knock on the hotel room door. She looks at you sheepishly. “I don’t know if I can get up just yet. Can you go answer that? It’ll be our things for tonight.”

You grab a towel to wrap around you and rush to the door, opening it so that as much of your body as possible is hidden behind the door. A deliveryman is standing in the hallway outside with two garment bags. He gives you an uncaring look. “That’ll be $417.52,” he tells you in a bored tone.

Dr. Balkin calls out from the bathroom. “John, my credit card is in my purse on the nightstand. There should also be a twenty in there for a tip.” You dig out the cash and card, then hand them to the deliveryman. He pockets the cash, writes down the credit card information on the invoice, then hands the invoice over to you to sign it.

As you sign, Dr. Balkin comes out of the bathroom, her short red hair glistening in the lights of the room as her towel clings tightly to her body. As she walks over to her suitcase sitting beside the bed, the towel keeps shifting, slinging down her breasts a bit as she walks, then sliding up her thighs as she bends over to pull a hairbrush out of her suitcase. You hand the invoice back to the deliveryman as he hands you the garment bags. “You lucky bastard,” he mumbles to you as he walks off.

You close the door before anyone can see the two of you before laying the garment bags carefully on the bed. “Here you go, Dr. Balkin,” you tell her as you hand her card back to her.

She kisses you softly on the cheek. “Please, dear…when we’re alone, call me Hilary.”

You smile despite yourself as she hands you a garment bag and tells you to put the clothes on.