Salomé Gil waited in the hospital’s waiting area while a relative finished a routine check-up. She was dressed with understated elegance, every detail of her appearance carefully attended to, as was always the case. Time dragged on amidst old magazines and the scent of disinfectant. When the doctor returned to the hallway, Salomé mentioned, almost in passing, that she hadn’t been feeling entirely well herself over the last few days. He regarded her with professional focus, assessed the situation, and—with calm courtesy—offered to examine her right then, so she wouldn’t have to wait any longer.
He led her to a small exam room at the end of the hall. Closing the door, he asked her to lie down on the examination table and began what appeared to be a routine check: checking her blood pressure, listening to her heart and lungs, and asking about her symptoms. His hands were firm and precise. Salomé noticed that his touch lingered a second longer than was strictly necessary; far from feeling uncomfortable, she held his gaze. The atmosphere in the room shifted—the doctor sensed it, too. Neither made any move to stop what was unfolding.
When he asked her to unbutton her blouse a little further to continue the examination, Salomé complied calmly. Her breasts were exposed under the cold light of the exam room. The doctor traced his fingers over her skin—at first under the guise of a clinical exam, then with no such pretext at all. She arched her back and let out a sigh. Within minutes, the examination had turned into overt caresses. He leaned in and kissed her neck, his hands sliding down over her stomach toward the hem of her skirt.
He entered her right there on the exam table. Salomé opened her legs and guided him inside, a stifled moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her. They began to move with an accelerating rhythm—still aware of where they were, yet no longer able to stop. With every thrust, the examination table creaked ever so slightly. Salomé wrapped her legs around him and whispered in his ear, asking him to go deeper. The doctor complied, gripping her hips as he fucked her with a blend of urgency and control—a combination she met with complete surrender.
They reached climax almost in silence, pressed tightly against each other. Salomé remained still for a few seconds to catch her breath, with him still inside her, before sitting up with the same composure she had shown upon entering. She adjusted her clothes, offered a faint smile, and left the office as if nothing had happened. In the waiting room, the relative she had come with was already prepared to leave. No one noticed that, that afternoon, everything had fallen into place for the two of them in the most intense and unexpected way imaginable.
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