Journey On A Gurney

If I’d known you were going to show up for our meeting in rollerblades – during the snowiest March since I can remember – well, I’d have suggested mukluks instead.
Not that you would have done anything different. I get the impression that you’re a pretty stubborn gal. I think you know why.
There I was, freezing my ass off waiting for you on a bench down by Sunnyside Park, thinking to myself: “who sets up a date to fuck outside by the lake this time of year.” But you swore that it would be the most amazing sensual experience ever. And from your picture, I could see that you had maybe the hottest, tightest body ever, with a very pretty face and beautiful golden hair.
Saps like me never say no to women like you, that’s one of those truths of the universe like death & taxes. At least in this universe.
So, there I was shivering on the bench when this bundle of craziness comes zooming towards me in a skirt and a parka. I tell you, if it weren’t for the skirt, I’d have had no idea it was even a woman. Then you lowered your scarf so that I could see your beautiful smile and your bright eyes. And you giggled. And suddenly I was warm.
If only life were that simple: girl skates up, music rises, they kiss on the beach. Nope.
You hit a patch of ice on the path and spun around three times. I thought at first that you were showing off but then the look on your face gave you away. But before I could do anything you wiped out and landed face down on the sidewalk.
I rushed over to you to make sure you were ok and you were laughing and crying all at the same time. One of your arms was pinned underneath you and as soon as you moved, you screamed in pain. Already your wrist was swelling up and changing colour.
“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. It hurts so much.”
“Put snow on it,” I suggested. “It’ll stop the swelling.” Then I rushes out and, miraculously, flagged down a cab. Then I bundled you inside and off we went to St. Joe’s emergency room.
I hate emergency rooms. Unless you’re having a heart attack, they take forever. You wait in the lobby. You wait in the waiting area. You wait in the triage. And sometimes you wait some more in another waiting area. Luckily, St. Joe’s isn’t the busiest in the city. It’s only two to four hours of your life that you’ll lose.
You kept apologizing for being so stupid. I kept telling you to not worry about it. That passed some time. Finally the doctor found the time to see you and we went through the exam. It got a little uncomfortable when he asked us our relationship: “oh, we met online and we were just going to fuck in a park.” That wouldn’t do. But we didn’t even know each others’ last name. You made me wait out of earshot when you were checking in because you wanted to maintain the “mystery” of our encounter. I laughed and shook my head. You’re a real trooper, no doubt about it. However, the nurse just thought I was an asshole.
After the doctor did a preliminary exam we had to wait until the x-ray room was free. He said it could be a while and so he let you stay laying on the gurney, behind a curtain.
“How long,” I asked. I was getting a bit nervous that I would have to leave before you were done.
“Forty-five minutes. Maybe. Maybe less.” He smiles a doctor smile and then left us.
“You can go,” you told me. “I won’t be upset. I was stupid and…”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I cut you off. “We agreed to go on a date and dammit, I want my full date, even if it means sitting around in an emergency.”
We both laughed, which was a nice relief. Then you smiled at me and got a glint in your eye. I knew you were up to no good.
“If we’re going to have the date, then we should have the date.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“It was a fuck date. Let’s fuck,” you said.
“But we’re in a public…”
“An orgasm would be the best painkiller right now. Do you want to be gentleman or not?”
My heart started pounding at the thought of fucking you right there so close to everyone else. “I want to be a gentleman, of course.”
“Then climb up onto the bed and fuck me.”
I slipped off my boots and laid them on the floor next to your rollerblades and climbed into bed beside you. It was tight. Cozy, you might say.
You rolled over and kissed me, your lips parting and your tongue flicking inside my mouth. I returned the pleasure. It was no time at all and your sensual kisses had me hard as a rock.
“Mmmmm,” you moaned and rubbed up against my erection. Then you whispered in my ear. “I want you to fuck me from behind.”
You rolled over and the pleasure of feeling your ass against my crotch was indescribable. It was firm and round without even tensing up. And it joined to your thighs, which were equally tight. For a moment I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of your pressure your back end against me. Then I explored your body with my hands, feeling your sumptuous curves, your flat abs and soft skin, your perfectly sized, perky breasts. I took each one of them in my hand and they fit perfectly as I could feel your nipples rise under my touch and soft sighs escaped your lips.
Now you were grinding into me as you became more aroused. I kissed your neck and ears, biting them, licking them. The gurney was rocking softly and I was worried that we would roll out into the main hallway mid-coitus.
I reached down between your legs, under the beltline of your skirt, searching for the warmth I knew was down there, waiting for me. You didn’t disappoint me. Your waxed pussy was smooth and soft and your lips were warm and moist. As soon as I touched them I could feel your body shiver and I could see you bite your lip. You twisted yourself around to me, kissing me at an awkward angle. I’m sure it was to give you something to do with your mouth other than call out.
As we lay there, kissing deeply, twisted around each other, I stroked your increasingly wet pussy. I felt the heat radiating off of your labia and from deeper parts inside of you and I spread your juices around your pussy lips and over your clitoris, which I now rubbed gently, feeling it rise to my touch.
“Oh, god, fuck me now,” you insisted. “If they come back and you haven’t fucked me I’ll lose my mind.”
“Gladly,” was all I could manage. Not very clever but I didn’t feel like I needed to be at just this moment. I took a moment to reach down and unbutton my pants before pushing them down to my knees. You felt my hard cock flop out against your ass and you instinctively arched your back, hungering for it.
“Oh, god,” you moaned softly.
I reached into my shirt pocket and took out a condom, tearing open the package. The way you were rubbing up against me I was worried I might slide in any moment without protection on. It was like a porno version of “Beat the Clock”. I won. It was the fastest roll-down in history as I got the condom over my cock and then slid inside you. You let out a little gasp and I grunted softly in your ear as I pushed my cock all the way inside of you.
Your pussy was so tight, so soft and so slippery I almost came as soon as it swallowed up my whole cock. I had to think about baseball games and dirty dishes for several seconds before I dared move at all.
Once I felt like I had regained control, I reached around you again to take a breast in one hand and your pussy in the other. Then I began sliding in and out of you, our bodies rocking together as I stroked your clit.
No matter how much we tried to keep it slow and gentle, so that the old guy next door on the heart machine didn’t hear us, our passion got the better of us. Soon we were slapping together, quietly but distinctly and you were panting and squeaking with pleasure.
I can’t even describe how your fit body felt to hold, how your lips felt against mine and your hungry tongue felt in my mouth. It was sensory overload and the danger of being caught while fucking you doggy style on the gurney added to the crescendo of pleasure.
By now my hand was stroking your clit at high speeds, rubbing it hard and fast and your body was jerking as your orgasm approached. Finally you grabbed your pillow with your one free hand and buried your face in it so that you could cry out. But I could still hear you (as probably could the guy with the heart condition) and it pushed me over the edge. My balls pulled up tight against me, and my whole body jerked as I emptied myself out inside you, our bodies grinding and winding together. If they’d come in then they would have thought we were both having seizures we were so taken with the waves of ecstasy that flowed through and between us. I had to bite my lip so hard I drew blood just to keep from calling out.
And when we were done, lying there tangled in hospital sheets that smelled of bleach, neither of us wanted to move. The joy of our bodies pressed together was something we wanted to savour, nor did I want to withdraw myself from inside you. I could feel your heartbeat against my withering cock and it felt like if I could just stay inside you long enough we would reach a moment of equilibrium where both our hearts would beat in synch.
However, the voice of the doctor carried down the hall. He was coming back our way. I jumped off the bed, pulled off the condom and pulled up my pants. I’d just sat back down when he tore open the curtain.
“How are you doing?” he asked without much interest.
You smiled brightly and your face glowed. “Much better, Doctor.” You exhaled through your mouth. “Much much better.”
“Did somebody give you painkillers?” he asked and looked at me. “Because they shouldn’t have.”
I could only smile, shrug and shake my head. He harrumphed and told you to follow him to the x-ray room.
As you climbed off of the bed, your panties fell to the floor. The three of us stood there, staring at them, then we looked up and at each other. You blushed. Then I blushed. Then the doctor blushed and swallowed.
“Oh. Ok. Well, follow me then.” And he turned and walked away.
You looked at me, giggled and winked, then followed him.