My name is Rachel and this is my confession. I like younger men, and with my body and looks I get away with it. I work out to keep this hot bod in shape, and even though I’m over forty, most people don’t know that. I’m also a redhead, which doesn’t hurt. I have freckles in all the right places.

My latest conquest is the hot, young doctor I work for. Dr. Anderson is twelve years younger than me, happily married with kids. I should be ashamed about that, I suppose, but I’m not. It’s isn’t my problem if guys can’t keep their pants on around me.

I knew I was going to fuck the handsome doctor the first day I took a temporary assignment in his office through the angency. Dr. Anderson (Mitch) took an immediate liking to me and offered me a full time position in his office.

He resisted my seductive advances at first, doing his best to keep things professional. I loved the challenge and continued to work on him daily. When the opportunity for small talk came up, I talked about the young guys at the gym I’d fucked, just to let the doc know I was an unashamed adulteress.
The bastard took long enough to give in. I figured his wife was still giving it up pretty regularly. The guy was hot, after all, so she would be stupid to let that body go to waste. He had a nice package, too, which I had noticed on my very first day.

The first time I found myself alone with him in the clinic I resorted to a little trickery. I had planned the stunt for weeks. I turned on the fake tears and sobbed on his shoulder. I told him I thought I’d felt a lump on my breast when I was taking a shower that morning. He sympathetically took me into an exam room and gave my breasts a full examination. My nipples were hard as boulders when he was finished, and I was wet enough to leave a puddle on the exam table. My uneven breathing must have alerted him to my obvious arousal, because he blushed very prettily, and left quickly when he was done, muttering that he could not find anything and told me to schedule a mammogram.

I was ruthless after that, brushing against the good doctor at every opportunity, and making suggestive comments. He grew more and more nervous around me, and I knew he was on the verge of capitulation.

Finally, the day came when I was ready to pounce. I piddled around at the end of the day, pretended to be busy with patient charts until the other nurses and receptionist left. It was just me and Mitch. I was planning to corner him in his office. I had already changed into my workout clothes for my regular stop at the gym. Before I could act, Dr. Anderson came out of his office carrying his briefcase. He was anxious to lock up and offered to walk me to my car.

I quickly fell into step beside him. He looked at me nervously. Damn, he was cute. He locked the office door behind us and we made our way down the hall to the rear of the building and the employee parking lot.

“You… um… going to the gym?”, he asked.

“Three nights a week. I have to stay limber to keep up with you young hotties, you know.”

“I’m no young hottie,” he said, trying to act like the mature surgeon.

“You’re hot as lava, doc,” I said and reached out to slide a hand down his spine. He stopped short.

“You probably shouldn’t do that,” he said thickly, giving me a serious look.

“But I want to fuck your brains out,” I said bluntly and leaned close to him. He dropped his briefcase with a bang. He slammed me up against the wall, and fastened his mouth on mine.

I took him by the hand and pulled him into the back stairwell.

I moaned happily as his wrists clamped mine against the rough concrete wall.

“Want me to fuck you right here in this dirty stairwell?” Dr. Anderson asked roughly. If he was trying to scare me, he had another thing coming. I couldn’t move my hands, so I lifted my knee and hooked my leg around his hip, dragging his pelvis forward.

I ground myself against his hard cock and smiled. “Does that answer your question?”

He released my wrists and seemed ready to draw back. I tightened my leg around him and moved my hands to his waistband, holding him in place. I wasn’t about to let him escape.

He relaxed against me. “Take these off,” he said and flicked the waistband of my shorts with a finger. I cast a furtive glance up and down the stairs. Even though the back stairwell was seldom used, we knew that someone could come along. Dr. Anderson grinned, obviously expecting me to back down.

I scowled and bent to slide my shorts off, releasing him. I wasn’t wearing underwear, so when I straightened I was naked from the waist down, except for my athletic shoes. Dr. Anderson seemed to approve. His eyes slid from my feet up to the red curls visible beneath the hem of my tight workout shirt.

He stepped forward and I felt the hard wall against my shoulder blades again as he pressed his hands against my waist. He moved them upward and then dragged at my top, wrenching it down to expose my breasts. I nearly laughed at the sensation, feeling exposed and completely wicked. His palms gripped my tits and squeezed a bit too hard. I gasped.

One of his hands moved downward, trailing over my flesh and cupping my wet furry mound. I bucked forward against his hand, and put one foot on an upper stair. His fingers were inside me then, and I nearly shrieked aloud in triumph. God it had been a long wait, but finally this hot doctor was mine!

He tucked his hand inside and finger-fucked me until I shuddered against the wall, desperate to feel him deeper.

“I need your cock,” I said thickly. My hands caressed the front of his pants. One of them tugged at his belt and zipper. In moments, his erection was free. I took a break to admire it as my hand slid over the tip. I brushed the precome over the head in a glistening stripe.

“Fuck,” he said.

“That’s the idea,” I replied. He bent his legs and I guided that lovely cock into my hot, waiting pussy. Dr. Anderson shifted, slamming me into the wall, and scraping my bare ass over the concrete.

I bit my lip, but I wasn’t about to complain. Dr. Anderson pumped into me in a frenzy. His expensive white shirt scraped over my breasts almost painfully. His hands gripped my hips for leverage, luckily, or I would have toppled down the stairs. My legs were straining with the effort of keeping my balance, but that was half the fun.

I jerked against him, aware that animal noises were echoing in the stairwell. Oh, that was the spot, fuck yes! It only took six more hits against my clit and my yelp reverberated through the stairs as I came.

Dr. Anderson took only a few more strokes before he followed, hammering my ass into the hard concrete until I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit down comfortably for awhile.

A door opened below, just as he bit his lip to stifle a cry. He shuddered against me and jerked a couple more times before going still in frozen panic. Voices sounded from below, growing closer as the interlopers climbed toward us.

Another door opened and Dr. Anderson collapsed against me in relief. I chuckled. I didn’t care if we got caught or not—he was the one with the reputation to uphold.

“Shit, I’ve got to go,” he said. He pulled out and fastened his pants before snatching up his briefcase and fallen jacket. He bolted.

Two days later, I ambushed him at lunch. He had made a pathetic attempt to avoid me, and all it did was cause the receptionist to look at us curiously. I followed him to the parking lot.

“Want some lunch?” I asked huskily, leaning against the driver’s side door of his Escalade. “My treat.”

My tone made it perfectly clear what that treat would be. He swore, but gestured for me to get in. We drove to a nearby park and crawled into the back of the huge SUV.

Nurse's scrubs aren't very sexy, but they're ease to slip in and out of. Dr. Anderson pulled my pants off in one quick jerk. He pushed my lavendar panties aside before jamming his hard cock into me. He kept shifting his worried gaze to the windows, alert for… what? Cops? Park patrons? Other naughty coworkers? I thought his paranoia was funny. It turned me on.

I came three times while his cock slid in and out in delicious rhythm. My ass was barely healed from the concrete wall, and the carpet in the back of the SUV was no picnic, but I didn’t care. It was nice to scream my lungs out and watch the horrified look on his face as he scanned the secluded parking lot.

We went to lunch three more times after that. I sucked him off once, to calm him down. Dr. Anderson was getting terribly nervous about our affair, seeing spies everywhere. The nosey receptionist knew about us for sure, mainly because I had caught her admiring the doc and had to brag about fucking him in the stairwell. She had probably told someone.

For the last few weeks, Mitch and I have been meeting at the Hilton on Wednesday afternoons when the office is closed. Things are going to have to stop soon though. Mitch's wife is getting suspicious and frankly I am ready for a new challenge.