<15.10.20¥¥ 14:4:29 Site 004 Camera 005/”m000001a-J Residence” online>Was Vida coming on to me
<15.10.20¥¥ 14:4:29 Site 004 Camera 005/”m000001a-J Residence” online>Was Vida coming on to me? I thought, sprawled out on my couch and stroking myself to the images of these girls. More and more “applications” had been coming through - nearly thirty to my last count, each seemingly more sexually aggressive or inappropriate than the last - but my head kept going back to what had just occurred downstairs. I was remembering how Vida, my APRN and employee, had casually pulled back her white clinic jacket as she put her hand on my knee. Ugh she has hips that won’t quit. Her hair. She smelled so good…familiar…It had taken all my strength, in those last few moments with her in my office after my injection of booster vitamins, to peel myself away, to not just passively see what she would do. It was thoughts of Sheryl and - god help me - Melissa that steeled my resolve; I wouldn’t want either one thinking I’d…Oh god those thighs.It had been my first treatment with this weird combination formula, and I think it’d made me feel funny, woozy…but at least it was just one shot, not three. I really can’t stand needles.“C-can you see my afternoon patients for me?” I had asked Vida, as I tried to steady myself, “I…I think I need to leave…get home…”“Oh, of course…” she had replied, helping me as I began to stand up. Granted I wasn’t seeing things perfectly clearly, everything sort of swimming, but I noticed a strange mix of disappointment, clinical concern, and eager curiosity on her face. “Do you need help? Getting upstairs?”“n-n-no…I can make it there by myself,” I’d replied, stumbling in my first steps but recovering, holding onto my desk.“You sure?” she had asked, stepping up to me, hand to my shoulder. Vida was a well-built woman, solid in the hips…and she was somehow my height, I realized, as I looked her in the eye.God I hope these injections work, I thought to myself as I sat in my apartment, swiping into the next set of photos of yet another girl. Fuck these girls all look so young. Ostensibly my vitamin deficiencies had robbed me of several inches of height over the past few years, a disconcerting thought. These new booster treatments should do the trick, I thought, but jesus they get me horny.It was a little like being on drugs, this feeling I was experiencing. Initially I’d just been wobbly, lightheaded. I tried to keep from staggering, walking down the hallways as I left the office. I’d had to half-pull myself up the stairs, slowly making my way from the lower level to my sad little apartment up above. I was concerned, for a bit of time there, that I wouldn’t make it, that I’d have to sit on the steps and call someone - Vida? Melissa? Certainly not Sheryl - for help getting me home. But now, now that I could relax up here on my couch as business went on in the well-manicured hands of others below, I was feeling better. Still disoriented, still lethargic and weak, but at least more safe. Safe and - as I looked at my cock as I held it, my hand barely fitting around my shaft - strangely good. Jeeez I could get used to this, I thought, idly stroking myself and letting my eyes flutter closed. Once a week, huh..? I thought, as an image of my Office Manager Melissa began to form in my mind, my hand instinctively picking up its pace……nice.================================================Next post now available at my Patreon -- source link