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She is sitting at the hotel bar when he walks up to her. She’s immediately struck by his handsome good looks, and he confident way he leans against the counter.
“You’re Dr. Peerson, aren’t you?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I saw your presentation on your laparoscopic hysterectomy technique. I thought it was brilliant.”
“Thank you.”
“By the way, I’m Danny. Dr. Danny Castellano.”
“Nice to meet you, Danny. Please call me Mindy.”
“Can I buy you a drink, Mindy?”
She glances down at his left hand. “You’re married.”
Danny shrugs. “So are you.”
“So you just want to buy me a drink. That’s it?”
“That’s it. Why? Do you want it to be something else?” He grins.
She shakes her head.
Three drinks later, he’s inviting her to his hotel room for a nightcap. She knows she should say no and head back to her own room, but she doesn’t. She’s feeling a bit buzzed from the drinks, and he’s looking at her like he knows what she looks like without her clothes and he wants to devour her. She finds that look even more intoxicating than the drinks.
As soon as the door closes behind them, he has her pressed up against it, and he’s kissing her deeply. He grinds his pelvis up against hers, and she can feel the heat of his erection through all the layers of clothes they’re wearing, and it’s not enough. She wants skin on skin contact. She reaches for the fastener on his pants and quickly has them undone. He has reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. He caresses her with his thumbs as he slides them down her thighs, down past her knees, and then they drop to her feet. She kicks out of them, and steps out of her shoes so that she doesn’t have to worry about falling over them, and then he’s spreading her legs even further apart. She thinks he will just enter her, but then he’s touching her down there with his hands. She’s so wet that his fingers just slip in, first to the knuckle, and then just a little bit deeper. He strokes her steadily from the inside and occasionally touches her nub, sending sparks of electricity from her groin to her breasts. He keeps it up until she lets out a keening wail and contracts around his fingers, and then slowly withdraws with a wet suck. He brings his fingers to his lips and then licks them with a moan. “You taste good,” he tells her, and she feels an embarrassed flush heat her skin. She is glad he cannot see it. Then he grabs her leg. “Lift it up, and wrap it around me,” he tells her, and she complies. She feels him guide his penis towards her entrance, and then he is pressing himself inside her, pressing her against the door, and he lifts her up by her ass, so he can have deeper access. The door is hard against her back, and she is basically pinned to it, as he hammers into her, but it is an exquisite kind of pain that is completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she feels to have him inside her, to have him sucking on an ear, and nuzzling her neck, and panting her name over and over. She is nearing the edge once again when his thrusts become more urgent. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! Do you want me to come in you?”
Shit! She forgot about protection. Her hesitation seems to make his decision for him, so he pulls out abruptly, and comes all over his own hand and stomach. He’s so fast that Mindy loses balance, and almost falls over, but he catches her, and they both crumble to the floor.
“Sorry about that,” he apologizes. “I usually use a condom, but I guess I got a bit carried away.” Then he undoes his loose tie and starts to wipe away the wetness between her legs, and cleans himself up a bit.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
“Really? Does that mean I can come inside you next time?” He grins at her, and she quirks an eyebrow.
“Next time? Guess what, buddy, this is a one time thing. And you’re a doctor for Christ’s sake! You should know that pulling out isn’t a really effective method of birth control. Not to mention, it does nothing to prevent STDs.”
“It hasn’t failed me yet.”
“Not that you know of.” Mindy moaned, and buried her head in her hands. “Oh, god! I’m going to have to get tested. You could have anything!”
“You don’t need to worry. I’ve been in a monogamous relationship…until now. And I had to get tested recently after I was accidently exposed to a biohazard, so I’m clean. I have records if you want to see them.”
She opened her hands to look up at him. He seemed honest enough, despite the fact that he had just cheated on his wife with her. She shook her head. “No, that’s okay. That’s not necessary.” Then she gets to work trying to rearrange her clothing. Her hand reaches out for her underwear, but she can’t find it, so he reaches over behind her and grabs her panties, then hands them to her. She stands up, then slips them back on, and pulls down her skirt and tries to smooth out some of the wrinkles in her shirt. She combs a hand through her hair, and hopes it doesn’t look like she’s been thoroughly fucked. She’s sure the walk of shame back to her hotel room will be bad enough with her panties soaking with her come. “I think I should get going,” she says, and he politely gets up to see her out of the room. He opens the door he just fucked her up against, and she sneaks by him awkwardly.
“See you around, I guess.” He smiles, but it doesn’t go to his eyes, and Mindy feels a stab of regret go through her that she’ll probably never see him again, but she knows without a doubt that this cannot ever happen again.
She gets tested, and is relieved when everything comes back negative. She is relieved her husband never said anything when she insisted on using condoms. And she feels guilty every time she looks at his handsome face. But she can’t help but wonder if Danny will be at the next medical conference. She tells herself she doesn’t want to see him, that she should ask Jeremy or Peter to go in her stead, but as soon as the details are out, she’s booking another hotel room.