The Clinic

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Chapter 1

Joanne is sitting on the edge of her bed, leaning down to tie her running shoe laces. She loves getting out for a run as soon as she arrives home from work, especially on a nice summer evening like today.

“Hey honey, how was your day?” asks Eric, Joanne’s husband of five years, as he walks into the room.

“Oh you know, the usual,” she replies, flashing him a warm smile.

Joanne loves her job at the fertility clinic where she works as a nurse. She knew she was lucky to have a job she enjoys, and actually makes a difference to people’s lives. Helping patients conceive a baby was one of the most rewarding jobs she could imagine.

“You going for a run?” Eric asks as he hops onto the bed, causing his wife to bounce a little, and then props himself up on an elbow facing her.

“Yep, you wanna come?” says Joanne.

“I can think of another type of exercise we could do together,” Eric says. “You know I can’t resist you when you wear your running clothes.”

Joanne is wearing a tight white running vest that leaves some of her toned midriff exposed, and a pair of black leggings designed for runners. She has her brown hair tied up in a high ponytail.

“That can wait til later,” she says back to Eric, and swats his hand away as he reaches out across the bed pretending to grab her.

Joanne picks up her ear buds from the bedside table, then pops them in. They automatically sync to her phone, and she selects a playlist before slipping the handset into the pouch strapped to her arm.

“See ya later,” she says, and winks at her husband, then bounces out of her bedroom, down the stairs and out her front door. A quick stretch, then she starts her running watch on her wrist as she takes off.

Eric is snoozing on the bed where Joanne left him 45 minutes earlier. But he stirs when he hears her enter the room.

“Hmmm, you’re back. You ready for some fun,” he groans, grabbing his crotch.

“I couldn’t think about anything else on my run,” says Joanne. “But I’m all sweaty, I’ll just take a quick shower first.” She double checks her app to make sure of her dates. Yep, this is a good time, she’s due to ovulate any day now. They should have sex.

“No, don’t,” Eric quickly says. ” I like when you’re sweaty.”

“Ew gross, no way,” Joanne says, wrinkling her nose as she strips off her clothes and runs on her toes towards the bathroom, covering her most private areas for whatever reason as she goes. “But you can join me if you want,” she shouts back.

Eric doesn’t need a second invitation. He jumps off the bed, stumbling as he tries to take off his pants at the same time. He catches up with his wife just as she turns on the shower, then playful squeals and laughter can be heard through the house.

Chapter 2

Joanne and Eric met in high school, but they didn’t hook up then. He was barely aware she existed. But she ended up going to the same college as Eric, and when they randomly bumped into each other on a night out, it was the first time that they actually spoken to each other, even though they were from the same small town. Joanne was in her freshman year at the time, and Eric was a junior.

Joanne recognized him immediately, she had always thought he was cute in school, but the attraction didn’t work both ways back then. Her school days were difficult for Joanne, and she didn’t really make the most of her looks, to put it mildly, dressing like something between a geek and a tomboy. But the summer between school and college was like an awakening for her. The braces came out and she developed a sense of style, plus an awareness that she had what men wanted. She was sexy and beautiful, but she had kept it hidden from the world through sheer teenage angst and shyness.

By the time her freshman year began, she had lost all the awkwardness that held her back in school. They instantly hit it off that night, and started dating soon afterwards. Eric was the one now punching above his weight.

“It’s our wedding anniversary next week,” Joanne says to Agnes as they sit having a coffee together in the staff break room.

“Oh how lovely,” says Agnes, beaming. “What is it, five, six years?”

“Seven,” says Joanne. “Can you believe that?”

“Time waits for nobody,” Agnes says quietly, then takes a sip from the mug she’s holding between both hands.

Wasn’t that the truth, Joanne thinks. She always wanted kids, but she just never felt it was the right time. She and Eric discussed the whole kids thing several times, and he wants them too, but like Joanne, he was happy to wait a while after getting married.

Now at 35, she feels like the clock is starting to tick a little louder. The years go by so fast. Eric is 37, so a little older than her, but he doesn’t need to worry about his biological clock the same way Joanne does. It’s a man’s world, she thinks, taking a big gulp from her own cup.

When they started trying a year ago, Joanne knew from her work here at the clinic that getting pregnant is bursa escort not always a straight-forward thing. She wasn’t panicking just yet, she still had plenty of time on her side. But she had hoped they would be lucky and fall pregnant quickly. She had seen women well into their forties conceive and give birth, and she was much younger than that. But she would be lying if she said each passing month with a negative test wasn’t making her a little more anxious.

Although she loved her job, working in a fertility clinic didn’t help with her worries. Being surrounded by pregnancy and fertility discussions sometimes kept the issue to the forefront of her mind. But this is work, and Joanne is professional enough to keep her personal situation separate. Usually.

Probably due to her profession, Joanne couldn’t resist the temptation to get herself tested to see if everything her end was in working order. She didn’t want any of her colleagues to be involved or know about it, so she went to a different fertility clinic. She was delighted to find that everything was as it should be for a woman her age. Perhaps they just haven’t gotten lucky yet. But if the reason for nothing happening in the past year was physiological, it’s looking like it’s a problem with Eric.

Agnes and Joanne get on like a house on fire, despite the age difference. Agnes is 62, has three grown up children, and five grandchildren. “Five that I know of,” she remarks regularly, referring to her only son’s wild youth before he settled down and got married. She has a wicked sense of humor, which can often be filthy. They’ve worked together so long now, almost eight years, they have become close friends too and not just work colleagues.

Agnes can brighten up even the worst day with her stories from home, or some hilarious remark under her breath to Joanne. But it’s the comments she makes about some of the men that come into the clinic which can be the funniest, and cause Joanne to struggle to maintain her composure.

“What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall in there,” Agnes said quietly to Joanne last week when a guy less than half her age came in for a semen analysis. “He could drop as many crackers in my bed as he wanted, I wouldn’t be kicking him out.”

His name was Chris. He and his wife have been trying for a baby unsuccessfully for over a year now. They reminded Joanne of her and Eric.

Joanne was just about to bring him down the corridor to one of the three private rooms the clinic has for this particular purpose, but now she had to do it while suppressing a childish giggle, thanks to her friend. Of course, Agnes’s inappropriate comment was referring to how attractive Chris was, and Joanne couldn’t help but agree with her elderly co-worker.

The sperm collection rooms are all identical, equipped with a leather armchair facing a wall-hung flat screen TV that shows a selection of adult viewing material. There’s a wash basin and hand wipes for cleaning up, a small table beside the armchair, and not much else.

But something about these rooms, and more specifically what goes on in them, intrigues Joanne. Well, it’s more than that. She would never admit this to anyone, but Joanne gets turned on by them, by what these men are doing inside.

Secretly, Joanne likes when she is the last woman the men see before they go in, and she’ll often purposely walk a few steps in front of them down the corridor so they can check her out on the short journey. She knows she can have a certain effect on men, and being honest, she enjoys it.

She usually looks back over her shoulder to say something to her clients as they walk, but really it’s just to see if they’re looking at her ass. They almost always are. When she catches them, it turns her on big time. I wonder will they think about me when they’re jerking off, Joanne usually wonders. She hopes they do. It excites her to imagine the men thinking about her when they masturbate.

Joanne works out quite a lot, and running has given her a nice toned ass that her husband is obsessed with, especially in her blue scrubs that she wears to work.

“Take as long as you need, there’s no pressure,” Joanne said to Chris last week. She couldn’t help but take a quick glance down at his crotch, and was sure she could see a hint of a cock in his pants. God, that’s nice, she thought. She loves looking at a man’s bulge.

She enjoys imagining what they are doing inside when the door shuts. Do they like to sit or stand? Do they use the TV, watch something on their phone, or just use their imagination and maybe think about the nurse they were with just a few moments ago?

Agnes may have been joking, but she made a good point – I would love to be a fly on the wall in there too.

When the door opened twenty minutes later, Joanne immediately looked up over the computer screen where she was working to see Chris walk out. Only one side of his shirt was tucked into his pants, the other hung down loosely.

She stood up a little too quickly, causing bursa eskort Agnes to look at her and give a knowing smirk.

“All done?” she said to Chris.

“Yeah, eh, do I give this to you?” he asked, holding up his plastic container with his freshly squirted load inside.

“Sure, I can take it,” said Joanne.

When he handed over the cup it was still warm, and that made Joanne dampen her panties.

“Thanks, so is that it, do I need to do anything else?” Chris asked.

“No, that’s everything. We’ll contact you when the results are ready, probably tomorrow,” Joanne replied.

“OK, thanks,” Chris said, the embarrassment evident all over his face, then he turned and walked towards the exit without hesitating. The poor guy couldn’t get out of here quick enough.

“Pull your tongue back in honey,” Agnes said quietly, giving her a wink as she walked past.

Who was she to talk about men checking her out, she was just as guilty of that herself.

Chapter 3

“Can you confirm your name please?” Joanne asks a client at her workstation as he sat opposite her. She’s met him before at his initial consultation with his wife, but she needs to check to follow procedure.

It’s 4.30pm on Friday, and it’s been a long day. A long week in fact, but she’s due to finish up in 30 minutes she’s in a great mood. Thankfully, this is her last client of the day, and it’s her favorite procedure.

“Brad Kelly,” the man replies, obviously nervous.

After confirming other information such as his date of birth and address, again all part of the procedure, Joanne is ready to show him to the private room where he could produce his semen sample for analysis. Joanne remembered carrying out a procedure on Brad’s wife Michelle a few weeks ago. Everything was good with her, so she was crossing her fingers for Brad to get some good news from this analysis.

“OK, we’re all set. If you can follow me I’ll show you to one of our private rooms,” she said to him, handing him a plastic container as they both stood up.

He took it without saying anything.

“Take as long as you need,” Joanne said, and she couldn’t resist doing her usual little trick of looking back at her client before she spoke, to see if he was looking.

Brad’s eyes were fixed firmly on her ass, and he must not have heard her speak as he continued to stare without answering.

“Sorry,” he said after another second or two, snapping out of it. “I was a million miles away.”

“No problem, I was just saying there’s no rush. You take all the time you need, OK?” she said, smiling at him warmly when she finished speaking.

“Thank you,” Brad said, then walked into the room as Joanne held the door open for him.

She had her usual thoughts as she walked back up the corridor. She found Brad attractive. He’s good looking in a rugged way. Very masculine, she thought. He got a good look at my ass too, so I hope he’s thinking about it right now.

After Brad had been in the collection room for twenty minutes, Joanne needed to use the bathroom. The clinic was quiet at this time of the day, especially on a Friday. Agnes was still here, and one of two other clients.

“I’m just running to the bathroom,” she said to Agnes. “I’ll only be a minute.”

“Sure thing sweetie,” Agnes replied, without looking up from her screen.

When she got back, Agnes was still typing.

“Is he still in there?” Joanne asked her.

“Who, dear?” Agnes answered.

“Brad Kelly, in room 2, semen analysis,” Joanne said.

“Oh yes, the big hunky guy. Em, I think he left,” says Agnes.

“I don’t see his sample,” Joanne replies.

“He probably left it in there, you know what some of them are like, they can’t get out of here fast enough,” the older woman said.

“OK, I’ll just go down and get it,” Joanne says, looking at her watch as she walks quickly to the private room the client was in. It’s almost 5pm, she want’s to get out of here before it gets too late.

When she reaches the room, Joanne presses down on the handle and walks inside while hardly breaking stride, the spring on the door causing it to close softly behind her.

Suddenly Joanne realizes she has made a terrible mistake. “OH MY GOD!” she squeals, clasping her hands to her mouth in shock. The client hadn’t left. In fact, he was very much in the middle of why he’s here today.

Joanne immediately turns and bolts for the door as quickly as possible. Just as she places her hand on the handle, his deep voice cuts through the air.

“Wait,” he says.

She freezes, instinctively, then there’s silence. It’s probably only for a couple of seconds, but it feels longer. Joanne notices the sex sounds coming from the TV. The volume is very low, but she can hear a woman moaning.

“Sorry, this isn’t working for me,” he says. “I can’t cum. I need a woman, not this shit.” He must be referring to the porn.

What did he expect her to do? Surely he doesn’t think I’m going to actually ‘help’ him. And that’s when she hears his breathing get louder, and the sound of movement – he’s jerking off. Is he looking at me?

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “If you could just stay there. Man that’s some ass you got.”

How the hell has she got herself into this situation, Joanne thinks. He must have forgotten to lock the door. There’s a lock on the inside that she assumes all of the men use. But obviously not. Well not this time anyway.

I need to get out of here, she thinks. But something stops her. She’s enjoying being looked at. Joanne can’t see him or what he’s doing as she’s facing the door, but she knows what’s going on.

Slowly, she releases her grip on the door handle, and drops her hand down to her side. Her sense of hearing is magnified at this point, and she can hear the sound of this bear of a man stroking his cock just a few feet behind her. Her pussy is tingling.

Joanne doesn’t know why she did it, she just got caught up in the heat of the moment. She grabbed hold of the sides of her top, the loose fitting blue scrubs that match the pants, pulled it forwards to make it tight at the back and sides, and lifted it up a few inches to fully expose her ass and the bottom inch of her back. If this guy is like her husband, he’ll really like this. Eric loves her ass in her scrubs.

It wasn’t much, but it made her complicit. She was now actively helping her patient masturbate to produce his semen sample.

“Fuck yes,” he moans, and she can hear him speed up his strokes.

She wants to look around so bad, but she is afraid that will make what’s happening real. She could get fired for this. Correction, she thinks, she would get fired for this, even just doing what she is right now.

But she can’t help herself. This is my fantasy come to life, she thinks. Sometimes Joanne would play out scenarios very similar to this exact situation in her mind as she masturbated at home after work.

“Will you pull them down? Just a little,” he asks.

It feels almost like someone else is controlling her body. Before she thinks her next move through, Joanne slips her thumbs into the waistband of her scrubs at either side of her waist, and carefully slips them down a few inches, exposing the top of her panties. Thankfully she wore a nice ones to work today. They’re a new pair of dark pink boyshorts. They make her ass look good in her scrubs.

He grunts as he really wanks himself hard looking at her. Nothing like this has ever happened before, and she’s can’t believe how horny it’s making her. Her motor is running now, and she feels her juice pool in her panties along her slit. But she resists the temptation to touch herself, which is not easy. She wants to slip a hand into her panties more than anything right now.

“All the way,” he mumbles.

At this stage, what difference does it make, she thinks. Joanne pulls the blue scrubs down over the curve of her firm ass, letting the waistband come to rest a couple of inches below the bottom of the panties.

“Are you close?” she asks him, speaking to him for the first time.

“Yeah, nearly there,” he says, and Joanne hears him step closer to her.

“The cup, don’t forget the cup,” she says, reminding him.

“Shit,” he says, then she hears him take a step away, followed by two more steps back in her direction. He must be very close to her now, she can hear his breathing much louder than before. “Thanks, I left it on the table.” Fuck, he’s right behind her.

Joanne hears the lid of the plastic container being screwed open, and for whatever reason she reaches a hand behind her back.

“Give me the lid, I’ll hold it for you,” she says. He hands it to her without saying anything.

Then he resumes jerking off again, but he’s not climaxing. Getting the cup must have made him lose his rhythm. After another minute, Joanne is starting to get more anxious, she’s worried she’s going to get caught. But she’s also having the most intense sexual experience of her life, and nobody has even laid a finger on her, even herself. She’s torn, and then it dawns on her that the thrill of getting caught is only adding to her arousal.

Brad is a reasonably good looking guy, but his attractiveness comes from his rugged and powerful body. He’s a big man, with untidy facial hair. Not someone Joanne would have thought of as her type. But right now, he’s turning her on more than she has been in years.

What she does next isn’t a thoughtless, auto-pilot move. Joanne has very much regained control of her senses, and body. What prompts her to do this is an overpowering lust and feeling of arousal running through her body that she can’t overcome, so she buckles and gives in to it.

She slowly, deliberately, reaches a hand back, but her blind search feels only thin air. Maybe he isn’t standing as close to her as she thought.

However, that changes instantly when he steps forward again, and suddenly Joanne feels a strong hand on her wrist, guiding her delicate little hand to where he wants it.

It’s wet and hot when she feels it first. And hard, very, very hard. Instinctively, she wraps her fingers around this stranger’s shaft, and gently strokes her hand up to the tip, which makes him breath out a deep groan.

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