"Hope I don't sleep that long." I laughed and she smiled again as she walked toward the door. I couldn't help admiring the soft swing of her hips. Damn, but that was nice. There was nothing like the sway of a woman's hips.

"Have a good sleep, Mr.-Charlie."

"Thanks," I said as she turned out the light and went through the door.

I tried to sleep, I really did. It just wasn't gonna happen with the image of little Annie kneeling between my thighs and staring up at me with those big blue eyes. My cock demanded attention, and there just wasn't anything else to do but give it some.

I knew I was gonna be here all night with a stiffy otherwise, and the irony wasn't lost on me. I had to pop those little blue pills like candy in order to make anything happen with Trish most of the time, but here I was with a raging hard-on that just wouldn't go away. Of course, I reasoned, it could have been sweet Miss Annie on her knees with her hands up my shorts that did the trick. Wish the doc had given me that prescription.

My perfectly average five-inches now tented the sheet and I tugged at it through the material, wishing it away, but it was no use. I glanced around in the darkness and tried to judge how long it had been since Ms. Anne Miller had left the room. Would she come back, I wondered? God, I almost wished she’d come back, just so I could see her sweet little mouth one more time.

That pink tongue! My cock jerked at the memory, remembering the feel of her hand touching my cock as she untangled the wires from around the head. Christ, the way she’d slowly extracted me! It was her lack of hurry or embarrassment that really got

me, the way she peered up the leg of my shorts with interest. The fantasy of nurse Annie coming back into the room was planted firmly in my head now, just as firmly as my hand was gripping my cock.

My hand shuttled up and down the length of my shaft, recalling the way her eyes tilted up, and that incredible smile. Oh God, how I wanted to press my cock to the soft, pink opening of her little mouth, to see her tongue snake out and lick the head, right there, around the ridge. I wet my thumb and ran it over the glans, moving it like her soft little tongue, back and forth, increasing my pleasure.