Examined by the Urology Nurse
On Monday afternoon I went to the hospital, slipping out of the office on the excuse of a company health checkup. The chairs in the Urology Clinic waiting room were hard plastic, and the air-conditioning breathed against the nape of my neck. I drew a number and sat while nurses passed back and forth with charts and medicine, until one of them called my name. Her voice was low and unhurried, the last syllable drawn out just a little.
"Mr. Kang Gun-woo, please come into the exam room. This way."
I stood. She looked about twenty-nine. The uniform clung to her, the line of her breasts showing faintly between the buttons, her waist narrow and her hips rounding left and right beneath the skirt with every step. The name tag read Jeong Ha-neul. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, and a faint gloss lay on her lips. Her eyes swept my face once, dropped to the line of my neck, and she opened the exam-room door, her hand slow on the handle.
The visit itself was short. The doctor asked about my symptoms and I answered just enough. When I came out with the prescription, Ha-neul was waiting in the hall, and she followed me all the way to the pharmacy window. The hand that passed me the slip lingered a moment on the back of mine. Her fingers were warm. Her nails were short.
"Mr. Kang Gun-woo. The medicine works differently for everyone. Some people feel it right away, and some don't. Before you use the restroom, shall I check one thing for you? Haa."
"What are you checking?"
"Whether it really won't get hard. If you only take the prescription and leave, you'll just end up coming back. It's easier if I check now. Mmm. Men's restroom, the very last stall. Follow me. There's no one in the hall."
We walked the corridor with Ha-neul in the lead, the hem of her skirt clinging to her thighs and falling away again, our footsteps sounding low against the tile. She opened the restroom door and stepped into the last stall, and when I followed she slid the latch. The metal clicked softly. The stall was narrow, the toilet lid down, the smell of cleaner tangled with the soap on her skin. Emergency lighting glanced off the tile and left the walls faintly luminous. Ha-neul set her back to the door and looked at me.
"Pants down. I'll look. If it won't stand even when I touch it, then it's real. If it stands, you don't need the medicine. Mmm. Don't be nervous. I'm a nurse. Haa. You can breathe out big. This floor is quiet."
I lowered my pants. When the underwear came down I was already half hard, the head faintly wet. Ha-neul looked down and wet her lips once, the tip of her tongue brushing the lower one. Only her eyes narrowed. She didn't smile.
"Only halfway up. Haa. You can manage without the medicine. I'll have to check further. I'll put it in my mouth. Slowly, as far as my throat. Mmph. I'll smell it first. See if it's strong."
She went to her knees. The tile was cold enough that I could see goosebumps rise on her thighs. When she set the head to her lips, her breath touched it first, warm. Her tongue circled once, slow, licking into the groove as if she meant to carve it, wetting it with spit. She took half and hollowed her cheeks around it, slick and tight, a small moan vibrating inside her mouth — mmph, haa, aah — breath leaking through her nose.
"Mmph. It's hot. Haa. I can feel it pulse. So it isn't that it won't get hard at all. Mmm. I'll press it under my tongue. Breathe out big. If I hear you, I'll check more carefully. I'll get spit all the way down the shaft."
"Ugh, your mouth is hot. Hah. I shouldn't be doing this in a nurse's mouth. Tighten with your cheeks. Good. Press harder with your tongue."
Ha-neul bobbed her head at a steady pace, one hand locked around the root and stroking on a rhythm that didn't match her mouth. Spit ran down the shaft and soaked my balls. I was fully hard, the pulse beating inside her lips. She pulled off and looked up at me without wiping the spit and fluid from her mouth. Her eyes were wet.
"It's up. Haa. You don't need the medicine. But there's one more check left. I'll sit on your face and see with my tongue whether you respond properly. Sit on the toilet. Aah. You can close your eyes. I won't. I'm going to move my hips, so take it."
She sat me on the lid, hiked her skirt to her waist, and drew her underwear aside. Her lips were wet and parted, the outer flesh swollen, the inside already slick. The center glistened, and her clit had slipped a little from under its hood, firm. Her wetness had smeared along the insides of her thighs and caught the light. She turned and lowered herself slowly onto my face. Her thighs clamped my ears. Wet flesh met my lips, warm and slippery, the smell thick, my nose buried in her.
"Ahh. Stick your tongue out. Just the top. Haa. Lick it soft, then strike it hard. Aah. This is a nurse's check. Mmm. Breathe out big. It hits the nape of my neck. If I hear you, I get wetter. Haa, haa. Get your spit on it. Make it slippery."
"Mmph. Salty. I'll move my tongue. Ha-neul, drop your hips lower. Let me reach deep. Even if I can't breathe, I won't pull off."
When I licked slowly over the top, Ha-neul rolled her hips in small circles and her flesh slid across my lips. Her moans filled the stall — haa, aah, good, there, mmm — and her wetness ran down to my chin. I caught both thighs and pressed her harder, fingers sinking into soft flesh. My nose was buried completely in her and my breath came short, but I didn't stop. I struck the top with the tip of my tongue, licked her broad, then pressed in narrow again.
"Haaah. Hard. Aah. Hit my clit straight with your tongue. Mmm, haa. Your hard cock is touching my thigh. It's hot. I can feel it pulse. Ahh. The patient's cock is stuck to the nurse's leg. I'm coming. With your tongue. Don't pull away. Mmmngh. I'll press my hips down harder."
Her thighs spasmed. Ha-neul braced a hand on my forehead and ground her hips down hard once, then lifted. Wetness soaked my lips, my chin, my neck. Her moan broke apart — haaah, aah, haa, so good — and I felt her insides flutter against my tongue. She didn't climb off, only caught her breath, her flesh still trembling in small shocks. She stroked my hair once.
"Haa, haa. The check is finished. You're really not a man who can't get hard. Mmm. But it's a shame to send you off like this. I'll put it in. Standing. In the stall. All the way to the root. I'm already open. Don't put it in slow."
She stood and planted both hands on the toilet tank. When she dropped her waist, the wet flesh opened wider, her underwear rolled to one side. I stood behind her and rubbed the head at her entrance. She was so slick the tip sank in at once. Halfway in, Ha-neul swallowed her breath; when the rest followed, she gripped the tank. She was narrow and hot inside. Her front wall wrapped the head and squeezed, and when I reached the root I felt her belly give, just barely, under the push.
"Haaah. It's big. My belly's being pushed. Ahh. Move. Deep. Raise the angle. Haa, haa. In the nurse's stall, taking the patient's cock. Mmm. Say it. Say you came in for a check and now you've swallowed it to the root. You can make noise."
"Ugh, so tight. Hah. Ha-neul, I sat down for an exam and now I'm buried in you. I can hear how wet you are. Scraping your front wall. The partition's shaking. Pull out and you follow me."
I drove in and drew back, the withdrawals short. The slap of flesh and the wet sound struck the tile and came back at us. Ha-neul dropped her waist lower to take the depth, her breasts shifting small inside the uniform. I lifted the angle and thrust as if I meant to scrape her front wall, and she gripped the tank harder.
"Aah, that angle. Haaah. Say my name. Ha-neul. While I'm coming. Make it filthy. Mmmngh. You can come inside. You said you don't need the medicine. Bury it at the deepest part. Let me feel it coming out. Haa, haa. The pulse is coming in."
"Ha-neul. Hah. Your insides are biting. I'm coming. Coming inside. Ugh, too tight to pull out. Press your belly to me."
I drove in to the hilt and came. Ha-neul clawed at the tank and came with me, her insides contracting in uneven pulses, the moan stretching long — haaah, aah, hot, the pulse is here, so good. With every throb she cried out low. When I pulled out, semen ran down her thigh and dropped onto the rim of the toilet, white soaking into the tile. She didn't wipe it. She scooped some up with a finger, smeared it on her lips, and licked.
"Haa. It came out. Mmm. Taste it. I'll sit on your face one more time. Your taste too, together. Tongue only on top. Hard. For a long time."
She turned and climbed on again, lowering wet flesh over my mouth. Semen and her own slick mixed on my tongue, salty and thick. Her thighs clamped my ears. I struck the top with my tongue while Ha-neul rolled her hips forward and back, left and right, flesh sliding over my lips with a sound.
"Ahh, your tongue is hot. Haa, haa. Like that. Get spit on it. Good. Mmm. The nurse gets checked by the patient's mouth. Press harder. Aah. I'm coming. Haaah. I won't lift my hips."
"Mmph. Salty. Ha-neul, drop your hips lower. I won't take my tongue off. It's running to my chin. I can barely breathe."
She ground down hard once and lifted as she came. Her thighs spasmed, and her wetness ran all the way to my chin and neck. She didn't climb off; she rubbed herself over my lips through the aftershocks, then braced on the tank and pushed her ass out. She was already open. There was no resistance.
"Once more from behind. Haa. Hard. Grab my hair. Mmm. Angle up. Keep talking."
I sank to the root in one stroke, wound her hair around my fist, and picked up speed. Every time our bodies met, Ha-neul cried out low — haa, aah, there.
"Haaah. Deep. Ahh. Angle up. Mmm, haa. Say it. The patient who lied about erectile dysfunction is filling the nurse up right now. Aah. Come inside again. Deep. I'll take it."
"I came for a prescription and took it to the root in the last stall. Hah. Your insides are biting. I'm coming. Ha-neul. Tighten."
"Haaah. Come. Aah. Deep. Take it. Mmmngh. Haa, haa. I'm coming. Don't pull out. My name."
I came inside her a second time. Ha-neul turned to face me and climbed on, sitting down on me in one motion while I stayed on the toilet, rolling her hips forward and back. Her breasts shook in front of my face. I undid two buttons of the uniform, slipped a hand in, and pinched a nipple, and she clenched harder around me. She took the third while she rode me, our eyes locked.
Then she knelt on the floor and took me once more from behind. The tile was cold against her thighs. With her hair still in my fist I drove into her hard, and she took the last of it inside. Semen ran down onto the tile. Ha-neul didn't wipe. She only drew long breaths.
"Haa, haa. The check is completely finished. You don't have to take the medicine. Mmm. Next time, this stall again. Knock three times and I'll open it. You can throw the prescription away. Today this taste is the medicine. Leave the marks. Next shift, while I'm cleaning this stall, I'll think about it. If I see them, I'll get wet again."
"Three knocks and you open. I won't wipe my mouth. Ha-neul, button up properly. There's a stain on your skirt."
"I buttoned it. Haa. I'll leave the marks as they are. You can go. It's quiet outside. Take care. Don't forget the taste on your lips."
She slid the latch and left. Her footsteps faded down the hall. I stayed in the stall and looked at the white marks on the toilet rim and the tile — what Ha-neul had told me to leave. Semen and her wetness had mixed and were beginning to dry. I took the prescription from my pocket and dropped it in the trash. I didn't need it. I ran my tongue once over the salty, fishy taste still on my lips, and the smell of soap, and walked out of the restroom. The waiting room was nearly empty. Ha-neul stood behind a chart and only dipped her head, just slightly. Our eyes didn't meet. The next time I came to the hospital, I would knock three times on the last stall. Until then, I wouldn't swallow this taste.