Dr. Finch (Healing Hands Book 4): A Steamy Workplace Romance
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The art I had wanted her to see, the reason I had brought her to the art gallery close to Knox’s Place, hadn’t been on display. Holding hands with Francine, I had walked down the gallery in the direction where I had met that artist whose work had wowed me the last time I visited but someone else was set up there. My cheeks were on fire when I saw the paintings of naked women and big phalluses on muscular guys on the shelf where I had been so impressed before.
“Is this what you wanted me to … ”
“No, of course not,” I said quickly. “It looks like the person who was here before has moved. Excuse me, do you know where I could find the stand of the artist with a gold tooth in his mouth?”
“Oh, that’s Spencer,” the new artist replied. “He hasn’t been here in three days. Maybe he has a new project to execute.”
“Okay, thank you,” I had said before I led Francine away from the erotic paintings.
“You look flustered,” Francine had said, giggling. “It’s fine. I know you didn’t mean to show that to me.”
“Yeah,” I said, wondering why I had felt so repulsed. She was a doctor, private parts weren’t anything new to her eyes. But I didn’t want her to think I had brought her here to see those erotic paintings. Why were they allowed there anyway? Couldn’t kids have come that way?
I snapped out of my train of thought as I heard loud music coming from the other house. I rolled my eyes as I thought of the noisy sex that was sure to follow. If it continued this way, I might have to speak to Jason about keeping it down.
“Damn it!” I grunted as I settled on the couch.
I should have done better, really should have done a lot better. But as she has said, we will see each other tomorrow and hopefully continue from where we stopped. The kiss had been a big step, and maybe it was just fine that I hadn’t attempted to speed things up. We lived and worked in this town together, there was absolutely no need to rush things too much.
My fingers moved in a circular motion on the surface of the couch as I thought about the kiss again, how my lips had melded onto hers in a manner that was too beautiful to put into words. My hand had been on the small of her back, holding her close while our lips and tongue locked and moved in a blissful tandem. Time seemed to stop and nothing else mattered at that point. I loved the way Francine had put her arms around my neck, the way her breasts had pressed against my chest. It was all too good. I hadn’t imagined anything like that happening when I sent her the text inviting her to meet at Knox’s Place. The only thing I had wanted at that point was to get back on talking terms with her. Just like I had told her, I missed my friend and wanted her back.
Thinking about the kiss now made me hard. I could feel the throbbing against my boxer shorts beneath my denim pants. I couldn’t remember if my penis had been erect when I was kissing Francine. I hadn’t been paying attention to the state of my shaft in that moment, all of my focus had been on the blond beauty pressing her body hard against mine, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t erect while I was kissing her. The whole encounter had been romantic and sensual, rather than being sexual.
The loud music and corresponding loud sex from the other house was still going on, but I was in a fairly good mood, largely because of the beautiful kiss I had shared with Francine. Most of my angry thoughts I had about not building on that beautiful moment had dissipated by now. I was sure Francine and I were going to make good progress from this point. There was enough time to create something beautiful from our troubled friendship.
Now that I was no longer boiling with fury, I reached out to grab the remote to switch on the TV. I winced as I felt a rush of pain after flexing my wrist. Punching the wall was never a smart thing to do. I found a movie playing on one of the channels. It was a night scene, so I did not know what was going on yet. All I could see was a young girl in her nightdress walking between rows of trees. There was a crunching sound behind the girl, the kind of sound that a big monster would make as its clawed feet moved across the dried grasses in the bush …
I was distracted from the movie when I heard a loud knock on the door. My eyes flitted to the big clock that was hung on the wall of the living room. It was just after ten. I wasn’t used to having visitors at this time. I suspected that it was someone who needed treatment. I dropped the remote and rushed towards the door to see who was there.
“Who is there?” I called as I neared the door.
“I need to see the doctor,” a feminine voice replied.
I knew it. It was someone who needed medical assistance after all. My hand swiftly went to the handle of the door and I pulled it open. At the door was a lady with blond hair, dressed in black top and slacks. It was Francine.
She didn’t wait for me to make way for her before she wiggled past me into the house. I was still shocked, trying to understand why she was here. Tonight had to rank as one of the more amazing nights of my life. I looked left and right, like someone smuggling contraband before I slammed the door closed and locked it.
I turned to see Francine standing with her hands on her hips. In the bright light of my living room, her blue eyes glinted, clearly communicated her desires.
“Are you surprised that I’m here?” Francine asked, giggling.
“Yes, I mean, I wasn’t expecting to see you again tonight,” I said, walking closer to her. The see you soon that she said earlier now made sense. I couldn’t believe my luck right now. The woman I have longed for was finally here.
“Yeah, I want more kisses and more … ” She let her sentence trail off, choosing to give the rest of her message with a wink.
I needed no further urging. I knew that Francine wanted me to take her in my arms and kiss her passionately, and I was going to do just that. In two quick steps, I was standing right in front of her. We stared at each other for a moment, then I bent a little to plant a kiss on her forehead.
“More,” she whispered.
I kissed the tip of her nose, teasing her, before I finally connected my lips with hers. While our first kiss had been passionate, this one was wild, downright sexual. Perhaps, it was because we were finally together, away from any glares we might receive in public. As we kissed in a frenzied manner, I could feel my penis becoming stiff and pushing against the fabric of my boxer shorts. Tonight was going to be blissful.
Francine shuddered as my lips grazed her nipple. We had spent the past few minutes kissing passionately while running our hands over each other’s bodies. You could tell that there was a lot of pent up sexual tension between us. She had moaned into my ear as I ran my hands over her boobs through her black top. By now, we had helped each other out of most of our clothes and we were lying on my bed. Francine’s breasts were popping out of her lacy bra, constantly drawing my attention, although my eyes sometimes darted to that region below her abdomen that was still covered up by her panties.
I continued to move my lips around her breast, flicking my tongue over the hard nipple. The quiet moans that flowed from her mouth urged me on. Yes, she loved it, yes, she wanted more. I always loved to get feedback when getting down with a woman, so I could know that she was enjoying my attention and Francine’s moans led me in the right direction.
While my tongue and lips were busy on one of her nipples, my fingers were stroking the other one, gently stimulating it. I noticed that Francine was biting her lip to prevent herself from moaning out loud. In that moment, my mind went to my neighbors and their noisy sessions. Even if Francine screamed down the roof now, Jason had no right to complain about anything.
“Don’t stop,” Francine urged me on and brought my focus back to her.
Her body shuddered under the touch of my tongue. I was now switching between her magnificent boobs, taking turns to suck and tease with my tongue. Francine’s hands moved over my back, pulling me closer. Her nails dug into my back and I winced.
I continued to stimulate her boobs with my mouth until Francine began to moan loudly again. I looked up from her tits for a moment to look into her
face. Her eyes were clenched shut, and her mouth was partly open. She looked like she had been hit by waves of pleasure and wasn’t in control of herself anymore. I grinned as I looked at her in this state. There was more to come because I was just getting things started.
Her chest began to heave as I let my lips run down the small space between her twin mounds down to her navel, and then all the way down to her groin. The further I went down, the more ragged her breath became. By the time I set my teeth on the edge of her panties, she was panting. I could see that her panties were already soaked from how turned on she was. She was dripping wet down there. Francine was ready to take me in, but I was not ready to go there just yet. I slipped a hand into her panties, sliding a finger over her clit all the way down to the entrance of her fold. Her wetness pooled against my fingers as I moved them in an oscillating manner. The gentle strokes of my fingers deep in her panties made Francine moan my name along with a string of other meaningless words.
She hurriedly pulled down the panties after a few more seconds and I was afforded a clear view of her shaved mound, glistening in the dim lighting of my bedroom. Watching her kick off her soaked panties turned me on even more and I became aware of my member pushing against my shorts in a more aggressive manner. I was rock hard, and my penis wanted out of its prison.
I took a moment to pull down my shorts, allowing my erect member to spring out. Francine saw it and smiled, it was a sly smile that showed that she had plans for my throbbing penis. Now that I had freed my penis, I lay on the bed next to her and returned my attention to Fran's clit, stroking it gently while slipping my fingers deep inside her. Now that her panties were out of the way I had better access and could go deeper.
Francine's hips jerked as I returned my attention to her clit. She reached out and wrapped her hand around my penis. It felt like heaven to have her warm palm tight around my shaft. I continued my strokes around her clit to drive her closer to the pleasure that she sought.
Francine was moving her hips in a rocking manner and stroking her hand up and down my penis at the same time. It felt good, really good. I decided to go a step further at that point. I drew my hands away from Francine's clitoris and I moved down towards her groin. She dropped my penis as she realized what I was planning. I placed myself between her legs and looked up at her for a second before dropping my lips to her core and flicking my tongue over her clit.
"God, you’re killing me!" Francine said. "Please, make … "
The rest of her words blended into a loud moan. I wondered if I would have to put on some music to drown some of the sensual sounds.
I continued to tease her clit, and rubbed the edges of her folds with my fingers. I stroked gently for a few seconds before I slipped a finger inside. A gasp escaped her lips as I drove one finger into her moist depth.
"Fuck me!" she moaned.
I doubled the fingers, making slow thrusts, targeting the sweet spots that could make Fran cry out with pleasure if I could hit them. I continued to finger her while I kept flicking my tongue on her clit. Francine thrust her hips forward, trying to get my probing fingers to hit her G-spot. I tried to set the pace with the movement of my fingers, but she clearly wanted it faster. From all indications, she was enjoying what I was doing down there.
"I want you now," she whispered as she squirmed under my touch.
I could not refuse her plea. I wanted her too. Desire was welling up in me, and my patience was approaching its limit. I could not wait to slide my hard cock into her. I spread her legs a little wider and began to rub my dick against her wet mound. She shifted, trying to get my penis into her as quickly as possible, but I was taking my time again.
"Gilbert, fuck me!" She demanded. It was clear that she wanted me deep inside her.
“Just a second,” I muttered as I leaned to the bedside table where I kept my condoms. I grabbed one, tore it open and rolled it on as quickly as possible.
I couldn’t wait any longer and as soon as the protection was on, I drove my penis into Francine’s pulsing vagina, feeling that indescribable sensation that came with penetrating a tight pussy.
“Damn! You are so tight,” I grunted.
The grip of her vagina walls was solid against my penis, and it felt so good. Francine moaned as I drove in and out of her, gently at first, then gradually increasing the pace. Her eyes were wide open now, she stared into my eyes as I thrust hard into her. In her eyes, I could see fierce lust and hungry desire.
While I thrust, I continued to tease her clit with my fingers. Francine was running her hands over my back as I made her moan and scream obscenities. Her legs were locked around my hips, drawing me deeper into her. I wondered if she would do the same if I hadn’t worn a condom. Would she allow me to spill my hot seeds inside her? I cupped my hands around Fran’s tits as I thrust harder and faster. Francine was meeting my thrusts with her hips, urging me on. I could feel my balls tightening. I felt myself floating in clouds of pleasure and new I would release soon. I gripped Francine’s waist as I felt her shiver under me.
“I’m cumming,” she screamed.
Same here, I thought.
Chapter 8: Dr. Walters
We were back at the gallery. Gilbert had kept mentioning the painting that he wanted me to see. He talked about it so much that I grew curious to see what it was. There was no question about how close we had become since that sizzling encounter in his house. We were near inseparable now. Whenever we were both free, we would hang out together, exploring different spots around the town. It was really nice to be bonding at this level with Gilbert Finch.
We were careful to keep our newfound romance away from the hospital though. As far as that place was concerned, we were colleagues and nothing more, but outside work, we could act however we wanted. Joe had seen how close I had become with Gilbert and had drawn away from me. I didn’t need him anymore. I hadn’t meant to use him. I had genuinely wanted to see if things could work out with him, but it was clear that we couldn’t be an item.
Karen had gotten wind of my renewed relationship with Gilbert and she was happy about it. Although it meant I spent less time with her as Gilbert and I became closer, we were still able to talk and hang out together on occasions. She had a lot going on, with her long hours of work at the hospital, taking care of her aged parents, and watching her beloved soccer on TV. Sometimes she would go to the local stadium to watch a game.
“Ah, I can see him now,” Gilbert announced, cutting into my thoughts.
I looked at him and noticed that he was staring straight ahead of him. A quick look around told me that I had been in this part of the gallery before. Yes, I had seen some of these paintings when Gilbert and I first came here. Gilbert was leading the way towards one of the stands. I was relieved to see that there were no erotic paintings around this time.
“Good evening,” Gilbert greeted one artist nearby. “Do you know where Spencer’s new stand is?”
I remembered that another artist around here had told Gilbert that the artist he sought was called Spencer.
“Ah, Spencer,” the artist said. “Such a weird guy. May his soul rest in peace. I’m afraid he is dead.”
“Dead? How?” Gilbert said, shocked. “I bought a painting from him just last … ”
Gilbert cut himself short when he realized the folly of those words. Anyone could die anytime, after all. I knew that it was tough hearing that the artist he had spoken to recently was gone forever, but life was just like that sometimes.
“He’s dead,” he muttered to me as if I hadn’t heard the artist say the same thing just moments earlier.
I placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, and he mumbled a thank you.
“At least he will be with his soul mate now,” Gilbert said.
“Is his wife dead too?”
“Yeah and he seemed to have lost a part of himself when it happened. He said so himself, and I could see it too. He looked distracted, like someone who was thinking of something far from his reach.”
“I could have sworn it was him I saw,” Gilbert said sadly.
He asked me where I wanted to go instead of checking out the other stands in the gallery.
“Maybe the museum or the arcade down the street?” I offered.
“I have been to the museum twice, but never the arcade. I guess we should check it out,” Gilbert said.
We soon left the gallery, on our way out I saw that a man was reading poetry to a small audience. I tried to imagine Spencer doing the same thing before he died. Showing off his work to anyone who showed interest, but not really caring if they bought it or not.
Gilbert and I agreed to have some fun at the arcade. We had to choose between bowling and table soccer and I chose bowling. My previous bowling attempts hadn’t been great but this was a chance to experience it anew with Gilbert.
We were soon ready to start. Rather than play against each other, we were going to play as a team against a couple from France. They seemed excited about the prospect of the game and quite eager to beat us. A chuckle left my lips as I thought about staying here bowling with Gilbert, I could only do that with someone I really liked.
The game began and Gilbert was whooping our opponents’ asses. He almost single-handedly won the game for us. I had done my best but I wasn’t sure that I would have been good enough to beat the other guys without Gilbert’s skillful bowling.
“Nice game,” the man on the other side said as he came over and shook hands with Gilbert before walking off with his wife.
“Are you having fun?” Gilbert asked me and I nodded.
We walked through the arcade, walking past people playing all sorts of video games, laughing and having fun with each other. There was an area where people wore 3D goggles to play scary games. A kid was screaming while his parents laughed at him. We found a spot to sit and order sodas to drink. There was a big screen nearby showing a film.