Not sure about the traffic, Kira set off extra early for her doctor’s appointment. As it turned out, the highways were all but empty, and when she arrived at the clinic there was but one other car in the parking lot. The door was open though, and the receptionist took her information. “Doctor should be here soon,” she told Kira. “Just have a seat while I see about coffee.”

At first Kira was alone in the waiting room, but some minutes later a man came through the outer door. He glanced at the empty reception desk, then wandered toward Kira, who couldn’t help noticing that the man was barefoot and wearing red, full-bodied pajamas. He walked past Kira and took a seat at the next chair, just beyond the small table with the rather scraggily potted plant.

“Mmm, this carpet feels good on the old footsies,” the man said. “Go ahead, take off your shoes and give it try.”

“I think I’m okay as is,” Kira said. “But thanks for the suggestion.”

“No problem,” the man said. “I hope the wait won’t be long. I can get kind of nervous.”

“Me too,” Kira said.

“Yeah, you know what helps?” the man asked.

“Not really,” Kira answered.

Instead of answering, the man took a deep breath, and the next thing Kira knew, he had his penis out and was stroking it. He made soft humming noises as he masturbated. “Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.”

Kira wasn’t sure what to do. She tried not to look at the man’s erection, but she couldn’t look away.

“Hmm. Hmm. Hmm,” he went as he stroked himself.

Kira found herself breathing to the same rhythm. She couldn’t help clenching herself. “Mm. Mm. Mm,” she went, her thighs squeezing together. “Mm. Mm. Mm.”

“Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.”

“Mm. Mm. Mm.”

“Oh God! I’m going to,” the man groaned.

It was Kira who came, a powerful orgasm wrenching her body. Seven or eight strong spasms later she was done.

The man was still stroking himself. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” he moaned, apparently unable to get over the edge.

Kira couldn’t help herself. She had to help him. She needed to. She needed to taste his cock. To taste his cum.