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walked up the stairs. Turning on the shower, she let the steam fill the bathroom before climbing under the hot stream of water.
She relaxed right away and let her muscles become at ease, as she soaped her toned and supple body. It felt good to be away from the clinic and the thoughts of her patients. As much as she cared for all of them, she needed time to herself and, coming home to a hot shower often felt like pressing a reset button in her mind.
However, she'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't want to push her hands out between her legs. She tried to fight the urge for several minutes, but she was so wet between her lips as she thought of David. Without being able to tear her thoughts from him, she relented and let herself fantasize of being held inside his large, muscular arms.
Pushing her hand down, she was beginning to tremble already, as she felt her clitoris become slick with wetness and swollen with the heat of arousal. She massaged it for a second and felt a torrent of pleasure pulse through her and she pulled away, feeling guilty at fantasizing over a patient.
"What am I doing?" she whispered to herself, as she looked down at her body.
But, she couldn't stop the thoughts, his hard body pressed against hers and the way his strong fingers would be running all over her body. More than anything, she wanted to feel his hardness between her hands, as she stroked him. She'd be slow at first and gentle, but as he would reach the brink of orgasm, she'd pump her hand up and down faster, then faster until he'd climax all over her, his face twisted in ecstasy.
Marie couldn't control herself, as she thought of him and she pushed her fingers inside her, hitting her g spot. It made her contract around her hand and she bit her lip, as the extreme wave of pleasure washed over her.
"Aaargh," she began to shudder, as she rubbed her thumb up and down her clitoris. "Oh my God!" she screamed loud as an orgasm came to her rapidly.
A few seconds later, she climaxed hard with a torrent of wetness gushing through her fingers as she quivered. Her thighs were trembling and her face flushed with heat. Catching her breath, she turned the shower to cold and tried to shock herself from her fantasies. She flinched, as the icy water hit her back, and finally, she felt relieved from her constant and filthy day dreaming.
"Fuck...." she sighed, as she leaned against the wall, "I need to get my act together."
Grabbing a towel, she dried herself off and slipped into her nightgown before wandering into her home office and sitting at her desk with a glass of wine. She sipped it slowly, as she flicked through the pages of David's file. He was an excellent sharpshooter. In fact, he was so renowned and talented that he had almost risen to mythical ranks with his incredible skills. How then had his friends been ambushed so easily and died with him protecting them. And there was something else that troubled her. As she read, she soon discovered one startling outcome. David was the only person to survive and he would have watched his lifelong best friend die in front of him, as well as his entire troop. That would haunt a man forever but... how come he survived?
The question plagued her, as she sat back in her seat and sipped at her wine in quiet contemplation. She'd served in the military herself for almost fifteen years. Not to mention all the men in her family had also been on tour in the Middle East, but she'd never heard anything like this. Something didn't sound right and, as she resumed her reading of the file, she realized something was definitely wrong.
The case notes from the investigation were typed up at the back and she didn't like what she saw. There seemed to be multiple discrepancies in David's testimony. Nothing seemed to make sense and his story changed multiple times. Of course, veterans were often in shock once they'd returned home, and they occasionally remembered things that didn't happen. It was symptomatic of the mind
She relaxed right away and let her muscles become at ease, as she soaped her toned and supple body. It felt good to be away from the clinic and the thoughts of her patients. As much as she cared for all of them, she needed time to herself and, coming home to a hot shower often felt like pressing a reset button in her mind.
However, she'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't want to push her hands out between her legs. She tried to fight the urge for several minutes, but she was so wet between her lips as she thought of David. Without being able to tear her thoughts from him, she relented and let herself fantasize of being held inside his large, muscular arms.
Pushing her hand down, she was beginning to tremble already, as she felt her clitoris become slick with wetness and swollen with the heat of arousal. She massaged it for a second and felt a torrent of pleasure pulse through her and she pulled away, feeling guilty at fantasizing over a patient.
"What am I doing?" she whispered to herself, as she looked down at her body.
But, she couldn't stop the thoughts, his hard body pressed against hers and the way his strong fingers would be running all over her body. More than anything, she wanted to feel his hardness between her hands, as she stroked him. She'd be slow at first and gentle, but as he would reach the brink of orgasm, she'd pump her hand up and down faster, then faster until he'd climax all over her, his face twisted in ecstasy.
Marie couldn't control herself, as she thought of him and she pushed her fingers inside her, hitting her g spot. It made her contract around her hand and she bit her lip, as the extreme wave of pleasure washed over her.
"Aaargh," she began to shudder, as she rubbed her thumb up and down her clitoris. "Oh my God!" she screamed loud as an orgasm came to her rapidly.
A few seconds later, she climaxed hard with a torrent of wetness gushing through her fingers as she quivered. Her thighs were trembling and her face flushed with heat. Catching her breath, she turned the shower to cold and tried to shock herself from her fantasies. She flinched, as the icy water hit her back, and finally, she felt relieved from her constant and filthy day dreaming.
"Fuck...." she sighed, as she leaned against the wall, "I need to get my act together."
Grabbing a towel, she dried herself off and slipped into her nightgown before wandering into her home office and sitting at her desk with a glass of wine. She sipped it slowly, as she flicked through the pages of David's file. He was an excellent sharpshooter. In fact, he was so renowned and talented that he had almost risen to mythical ranks with his incredible skills. How then had his friends been ambushed so easily and died with him protecting them. And there was something else that troubled her. As she read, she soon discovered one startling outcome. David was the only person to survive and he would have watched his lifelong best friend die in front of him, as well as his entire troop. That would haunt a man forever but... how come he survived?
The question plagued her, as she sat back in her seat and sipped at her wine in quiet contemplation. She'd served in the military herself for almost fifteen years. Not to mention all the men in her family had also been on tour in the Middle East, but she'd never heard anything like this. Something didn't sound right and, as she resumed her reading of the file, she realized something was definitely wrong.
The case notes from the investigation were typed up at the back and she didn't like what she saw. There seemed to be multiple discrepancies in David's testimony. Nothing seemed to make sense and his story changed multiple times. Of course, veterans were often in shock once they'd returned home, and they occasionally remembered things that didn't happen. It was symptomatic of the mind
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