The clinic air was cold, sterile. I sat on the crinkly paper of the exam table, trying to think of baseball stats. Nurse Alina had a no-nonsense smile, her knee-length white coat swishing as she moved. "Down to your underwear, please," she said, her voice smooth.

I stood, shucking my jeans and shirt. My boxers felt thin, and of course, my dick had other ideas. As I sat back down, it twitched, then thickened, straining against the cotton until the outline was blatant—a hard, thick ridge pointing at the ceiling. Fuck. My face burned.

Nurse Alina’s eyes dropped. A slow smile played on her lips. "Someone's eager," she murmured. She stepped closer, the scent of antiseptic and her perfume mixing. Her robe parted slightly, revealing the sheen of black, shiny tights hugging her thighs. They looked slick, almost liquid.

"I can see that's... uncomfortable," she said, her gaze locked on my tented boxers. "Let's alleviate that tension." Her fingers went to the tie of her robe. She didn't remove it, just let it hang open as she knelt on the padded stool, bringing her face level with my crotch. My heart hammered against my ribs.

With a deliberate pull, she tugged my boxers down to my thighs. My cock sprang free, fully erect, the head flushed and leaking a bead of pre-cum. "Such a pretty cock," she whispered, her breath warm on my shaft. "So hard and needy."

Then she did it. She rubbed her palm over her own thigh, the shiny black nylon whispering. "Feel this," she said, and