I was sitting in the surgeon's room completing case notes. Being a junior resident means you get stuck with boring jobs like bringing coffee for the senior residents or writing case sheets, a task which they really do despise. Dr.Robert, the head surgeon was sitting next me scrubbing his face with his hands in frustration. He had done 10 surgeries so far and still had 10 more to go.
Dr.Roberts was the youngest surgeon in the hospital and quite accomplished,despite his age. He was a very serious person, never saying more than what was required. When I was assigned to work under him I was quite nervous at first. Then I watched him interact with patients. He was kind, compassionate and patient. It also helped that he was really hot. I was harbouring a not so secret crush on him and was mercilessly teased by my fellow coworker Jack. Jack was on snack duty now and I was thrilled to be alone with Dr.Roberts.
I kept sneaking peeks at him. His long, slender,talented fingers. I could imagine them pushing into my pussy and I shifted in my chair. His toned and strong forearms that would feel wonderful holding onto me as he thrust into me from behind. I imagined tracing those soft kissable lips and his stubbly chin. His eyes were closed but I knew they were like striking emeralds that were always laser focused on whatever job he did. If he had the same intensity while having sex and I'm pretty sure he did then he would be the whole complete perfect package and I was practically drooling now.
I grew concerned as I watched his hand massaging his right shoulder and his back stiffening with pain.
"Dr. Robert do you need some help with your shoulder?" I asked.
"What?" he seemed surprised to hear me disturbing the peaceful silence.
"I mean I could give you a massage. My friends say I have magic fingers," I say showing him the fingers in question. His stony expression cracked revealing a small smile and I felt thrilled by my achievement. Robert never smiles.
"Fine. Go ahead," he said.
I jumped out of my seat thrilled at having an excuse to touch him. His chair was backed against a wall and so I manoeuvred myself in front of him, my legs on either side of his legs. I was practically straddling him. He raised his eyebrows in question.
"Don't you have to stand behind me to massage my back," he asked amused.
I huffed out a breath in faux annoyance. "Do you want this massage or not?" I asked him snootily.
"Yes. I really do. Please continue Alice," he replied with a smirk.
"Good," I said and leaned slightly against the table behind me and began massaging his shoulders. His muscles were so tight with tension and I began working on the knots. Robert closed his eyes and gave an involuntary sigh in response. Since I couldn't reach his back I put my knees on either side of his seat and moved closer. Robert gave a choked sound and I looked down at him.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He cleared his throat and said,"Nothing," in a slightly strangulated tone.