Check-up

Check-up
by John Bruno

My roommate's girl has big boobies. Just imagining my mouth around those massive mammaries makes my jaw hurt.

My roommate's girl is a flirt, too. Once, while my roommate was out, she gave me this come-hither "Psst." There have been a few times as I passed by the kitchen that she would stick out her shorts-clad ass while leaning on the kitchen counter. I like her spirit.

I reciprocated her flirtation by staring at her huge jugs. She likes to show them off by wearing tight t-shirts. And those "kuyukot-friendly" short shorts are heaven-sent. I have to be fast with my eyes because my roommate always tells her to change into loose-fitting clothes. Damn buzz-kill.

I like roomie's girl. She knows I want her ass. Literally.

Unfortunately, I always tend to piss her off whenever I have my girl over. I always have my bedroom door open whenever my girl and I cuddle in bed as we watch tv.

I finally got an opportunity to see how far she was willing to go with her flirtation.

I was due for an annual physical so I went to the hospital. This hospital just happens to be where my girl and my roomie's girl work.

My attending physician ordered me an EKG. I was taken by the reception-desk nurse to the EKG room. She told me to take my shirt off and lie down on the examination table and wait for the EKG nurse. I asked her if she was going to take her shirt off too. She just walked out with a laugh. As luck would have it, my EKG nurse just happened to be roomie's girl. What a fortuitous coinkidink.

She walked into the examination room with an irritated look on her face. No doubt she was still miffed about the last open-door cuddle-time I had with my girl.

She proceeded to apply the EKG leads to my torso. This wasn't my first EKG. I've had God knows how many while I was in the Navy. They don't bother me so I decided to clown around. I would go "Aah!" every time she stuck a lead to my torso. She would give me an annoyed look and a muttered "Arte mo."

Once all the leads were in place, she instructed me to be quiet and not move.

I was having none of that.

"Your blouse doesn't look good on you. You should unbutton the top two buttons. It would make a good selfie," I teased.

"Do you want your results to be messed-up?" she chided.

"It would give me an excuse to return," I replied while giving her a wink.

An irritated "Hmph" was all I got.

I behaved long enough for the machine to make a printout of my EKG. She studied the piece of paper for a moment then instructed me to return to my attending with the printout.

"I'm not going anywhere until I get a boobie selfie," I said as I wiggled my fingers as if fondling her breasts. "Mwahahaha!" I mock evil-laughed for good measure.

Without a word she locked the door and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Those humongous tatas in their tata cradle were finally displayed in all their tata glory. I swear I had my tongue hanging out as I snapped pic after pic with my phone cam.

"Had enough?"

"No. I want pics of your undies next."

She took off her pants and stood there long enough for me to snap pictures of her panty-clad mound. I told her to give me the kitchen pose. She leaned against the examination table and stuck out her ass. Snap, snap. I was in horndog heaven.

"I want closeups next. Lay on the table."

She sat at the edge of the table, then slowly laid down.

I got up-close and personal. Up-close. I could make out her pubes beneath the thin fabric. Snap, snap.

The plumpness. The spread white thighs. It was too much.

I grabbed her thighs with my hands and shoved my nose in her crotch. I inhaled. Deep. She let out a surprised moan.

I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the cleft of her fabric-covered vagina. She let out a mewling coo this time.

I took both her legs, braced them against my chest, and with one swift motion, grabbed the waistband of her panties and worked them up to the back of her knees. I looked down and caught my breath at what I saw. There is nothing more erotic, in this horndog's mind, than a plump pouting pussy sandwiched between a woman's thighs.

With her legs and thighs clamped together by my hands, I bent down and proceeded to massage her pussy lips with my nose. She moaned.

I parted her pussy lips with my nose and, like a hog burrowing through dirt, worked my nose up to her clit. She let out a prolonged moan and a "Shit!"

Enough preliminaries. Time to get serious. I parted her thighs and rested them on my shoulders. I left her panties where they were, "handcuffing" her knees behind the back of my neck; effectively wedging my head between her thighs.

I took a slow lick of her pussy, starting from the bottom and working my way up to her clit.

I took her left labia in my mouth and slowly ground my lips. Before moving on to her right labia, I stuck my tongue in her hole. In, out. Right pussy lips. In, out. Left pussy lips. By now she was gyrating her ass and vainly holding onto my hairless head.

I alternated between pulling her pussy lips with my mouth and slurping loudly at her pussy hole. She squeezed my head with her thighs and mashed her pussy against my face. The wet aroma in the confines of her pussy and thighs was very intoxicating.

I decided to punish her for being a tease. It was time to go for the kill. It was time for the coup de grace - the "ABC123 Clit Attack!" as I call it. I told my girl that name once. She said it was the silliest, corniest, dumbest thing she ever heard.

I brushed the tip of my tongue against her clit and started "writing" the alphabet. It might have been due also to my previous vaginal ministrations, but she was holding onto my head for dear life with her thighs and hands by the time I got to the letter Q.

Constant repetitive action can be a two-edged sword. It can either enhance sensation or it can desensitize. I decided to stop tongue-writing and started sucking on her clit. I sucked on it like a customer in a karinderya relishing a dish of Ginataang Kuhol. I sucked and sucked. Then I "fucked" her hole with my tongue. Then I sucked some more. My mouth was definitely getting a workout.
I then switched to numbers. By the time I "counted" to thirty-seven, her ass was gyrating wildly. I continued the lingual assault on her clit and coupled it with a finger-fuck until my face was drenched with her juices. Her moans were muffled by her hands on her mouth.

From within the quivering embrace of her thighs I looked up to see her trying to catch her breath. Her bountiful bosom was heaving. Her nostrils were flared. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were shut tight.

I slowly disengaged my head from her thighs like a kitten trying to dislodge its head from window bars.

She got up without a word and wiped her wetness with a wad of tissue paper. She looked at the waistband of her panties and sighed.

After she had completely dressed herself she approached me and slapped me on the face.

"Why didn't you "finish" it?" she demanded.

"This weekend. When you come by with my roommate. Make sure he sleeps well," I replied naughtily.

She grabbed my face with her hand and planted a kiss on my mouth.

"Here, wipe your mouth," she said as she handed me a handful of tissues.

She turned around and proceeded to head out the door. I smacked her on the ass. Hard.

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Damn! Again?!
My doctor did warn me that having vivid dreams was a side-effect of my medication.
Sigh.