First a little exam

Justin sat in the hard plastic chair at the clinic, holding his wife's hand and looked at the nurse they'd just propositioned. His sunburned legs felt hot and throbbed dully under the topical anaesthetic.

The stringy-looking woman raised her eyebrows and cleared her throat. "Perhaps first, if you'd be willing to help with a statistical research project for the Ministry of Health?" she said. "They want us to do some STD sampling of the tourists who use our clinic. It's a very short exam with a quick automatic screen that will catch most things. If the screen is clear, I would be happy to discuss things further."

Latifah grinned and stuck out her smooth brown arm. "Suck my blood, sister," she said.

"Sure," said Justin.

"Actually, I'll need a vaginal swab from Mrs. Payne," the nurse said, "and anal swabs from each of you. From Mr. Payne, I need a sample of either pre-ejaculate or semen."

Justin and his wife glanced at each other and looked back at the nurse. They nodded.

"Very well, then," the nurse said. "Let me get the sample kits," she said. She opened a cupboard and set out some medical paraphernalia on the counter, crackling in its plastic wrappings.

Latifah jumped up, rattling the cowrie shells in her braids. "Set me up, girlie," she said. She unwound her wrap-around skirt and pulled down her bright yellow cotton panties.

By the time the nurse had turned round, Latifah was lying on the examination table, naked but for the halter containing her ample breasts.

The nurse raised her eyebrows, "First time I've seen a woman eager to be up on the table," she said, quirking a smile. "But this will be pretty quick." She settled Latifah's feet in the stirrups and adjusted them to spread her legs and expose her pussy lips. "Do you have a sensitivity to latex or glycerine?" she asked.

"No'm," Latifah said, and wiggled her butt.

The nurse adjusted an articulated spotlight to shine on Latifah's pussy.

"Mmm, nice and warm," Latifah said.

Justin snorted, then let out a chuckle.

The nurse pulled on a new pair of exam gloves and dribbled a few drops of lubricant on her fingers. "Let's take a look here..." she started. "Good, good...ah. I see what you've been up to today."

Latifah laughed. "My husband and I did come out for a pleasure trip," she said.

The nurse didn't know the half of it. Justin recalled the two young men Latifah had suited up with condoms. They had just started pronging her from each end before he'd drifted off into the nap that had got him sunburned. He smiled.

"Let's take that swab," the nurse said. She pulled off the cap from a tube, bringing with it the swab that had been nestled inside. The swab plunged easily into Latifah's wet pink inner folds. The nurse swabbed it in and out, in and out, round and round, round and round, then out. She returned the wet swab to its tube.

"Ooh!" Latifah said. "Not bad, but that little boy needs to work on his staying power."

The nurse gave Latifah a crooked smile. "If you could scoot your butt down a little further toward the edge of the table?" she asked. Latifah scooted. "Very good," she said. She examined Latifah briefly under the bright spotlight. "Looks fine." She uncapped another swab and dabbed the tip with lubricant from a tube. She put another dab on her finger and reached down.

"Ooh," Latifah said, and giggled. "Nice and cool. I like that."

Justin could see the nurse circling her fingertip round Latifah's anus. It seemed like she dallied a little longer than strictly necessary. She penetrated with a fingertip and wiggled it a little, watching Latifah's face. "No pain or discomfort?" she asked.

"Feels just fine-o-fine," Latifah said. "Hit me up."

The nurse slid the swab smoothly into Latifah's anus. "Oh yeah," Latifah said. "You can do that to me any time."

The nurse moved it slowly in and out and round and round, then out. She popped the swab into the tube.

"Let's have a quick wipe now," the nurse said. She fetched a moist cleaning wipe and cleaned Latifah from front to back. "All done!" She helped Latifah down from the table.

Latifah excused herself to use the toilet.

"Mr. Payne?" the nurse said.

Justin unwrapped his sarong and stood up.

She was more businesslike with Justin's swab, having him bend down over the exam table and making efficient work of it. His cock stirred as she handled his cock root and spread his buttocks to penetrate him with the swab. It was quickly done.

"What would be the most comfortable position to get your sample?" the nurse asked. "Perhaps you'd like to lie on the table?"

Justin stretched himself out on the exam table. The nurse gave him a palm-ful of lotion to rub his cock. Justin closed his eyes and stroked himself, hoping he could concentrate enough to get an erection, but the hot throbbing from his sunburned legs was too much of a distraction.

He opened his eyes. "Nurse," he said. "I'm not getting anywhere by myself. The sunburn's too distracting. Maybe if you could help me?"

The nurse looked him in the face, raised an eyebrow, then nodded. "What do you think would help?" she asked. She absently brushed her fingers over the top button of her blouse.

"May I put my hand under your skirt?" he asked.

She laughed out loud. "All right, Mr. Payne," she said. "But not under the knickers." Her sun-lined face crinkled in a smile. She stepped closer to the table.

Justin moved his free hand up under the nurse's skirt and gently cupped her panty-covered mound. He could feel the crinkle of her pubic hair under the heel of his hand. He squeezed gently and felt her full outer pussy lips. The crotch of her underwear was damp. His cock stirred, overcoming the distracting throb of his sunburn. He squeezed and released the nurse's pussy mound slowly and rhythmically. She raised a hand to stroke back her flyaway hair. A glint from the gold ring on her wedding finger flashed in Justin's eyes.

"Slower," the nurse whispered. "Harder."

Justin's cock swelled to full erection. He squeezed the nurse's pussy mound slowly, tightly, holding on. She hissed. He released his grasp slowly, then squeezed again. She whimpered. He stroked his cock.

"Ah, getting close," Justin said.

The nurse held the sample bottle close. "Squeeze me one more time, Mr. Payne. Just hold on," she whispered.

Justin squeezed her soft mound and pussy lips one more time. He held on and shook his wrist slightly, vibrating his hand.

"N-no, don't make me come!" the nurse hissed. "You first, you first," she said.

Justin stopped vibrating his hand. He smiled an open-mouthed smile as he looked at the nurse's face, flushed, hot, and bothered. He held her damp pussy in the palm of his hand. The inner heat of his orgasm built, rose, and spilled out his cock. He closed his eyes and spurted across his belly.

"Yes!" the nurse said. She quickly collected a sample. After she had secured it with the others, she grasped the corner of the exam table with both hands and pressed herself against it, rocking her hips. In a few seconds, her eyes closed, her body stiffened, her head tilted back, and she let out a guttural moan, "Uh-h-h-uhahhh!"

She was frozen like the statue of St. Theresa's ecstasy for half a minute, barely quivering. Then she slackened and slumped down over Justin's legs.

Justin smiled at the quiet drama of her orgasm. He wondered if she amused herself that way on quiet night shifts.

By the time Latifah returned, they had cleaned up and straightened their clothes.

"Don't tell me I missed my husband's sperm sample," Latifah said. She looked at the nurse's flushed face and damp brow. "Huh," she said. "Had to work hard, I see."

"Let me set up the automatic screen," she said. "We should know within the hour."

Latifah and Justin left to share a tropical drink in a patio bar next door. Justin was careful to sit in full shade and keep his legs covered.

"All clean!" the nurse announced the results. In short order, they had agreed that the nurse would visit unofficially before Justin and Latifah were to meet their friends Franz, Rosalia, John and Doe.

"Nurse," Justin said. "What do we call you when you're 'off duty'?"

She smiled. "Amelia," she said. "Amelia Tupper."

Justin advanced her a generous tip for the unofficial house call, and Amelia went over her recommendations for caring for his sunburn. She also suggested a shop in town where he could get some silk trousers to protect his legs without chafing the sunburn.

"Should we invite her to the party, too?" Latifah asked her husband later in their room at the Indulgence Resort.

"I think she's game," Justin said. "Nurse Amelia looks a bit like a castaway and she wears a wedding ring, but I think she's a party girl. She might teach us all a thing or two."

"All right then," Latifah said. "Time for a nap before dinner, then."

Justin protested half-heartedly, but Latifah pulled the heavy curtains to, and he soon drifted off to sleep.