Things were pretty quiet at work. Every day was the same. You fell into a routine and did what needed doing. It wasn’t rocket science and, honestly, didn’t take many brain cells to do the job. It all depended on whether your job was physical or more mental and how your day was going to go. There were two ambassador positions. Ambassador One handled paperwork, printed food tickets, and ran carts to certain floors. It was mostly office work, and she sat at a desk for most of the shift. It was more mental and far less physical than the Ambassador Two position. As an Ambassador Two, Pepper stocked everything in the reach-ins. She made sure all the fourth-floor trays were fully set up and, of course, ran carts to the different floors. Of the two positions, Pepper preferred being Ambassador Two. She had more to do and actually got to be out of the office; she was never used to sitting at a desk. For decades, she was on her feet.
Another advantage of being in the “two” position. Pepper could catch glimpses of A.J. as he passed by, grabbing what he needed to do the various jobs he handled during his shift—an occasional look or a smile here and there. Even though they had little time to chat, it was always comforting to know they were looking at each other at the same time.
It had been a month since their little rendezvous in the assistant manager’s office. Being bent over that desk and fucked like there was no tomorrow was something Pepper would never forget. How could she? It was so erotic and unexpected; it felt way too good to be wrong. Being with someone so much younger was exhilarating. Unlike some of the men she had been with, A.J. was a sex machine.
They hadn't said much about their little adventure. They didn’t need to talk about it. The sex was terrific; he brought her to climax so easily, and she swallowed him as if she hadn’t had a cock in her mouth forever. It was perfect poetry, written by two willing authors.
That Saturday, A.J. approached her. “I was thinking,” he said casually. “There are four floors in this hospital.” Pepper wondered where this was going, but she was definitely intrigued. “Would you like to adventure up to the second floor?” The question was innocent enough, but the thoughts that immediately ran through her mind were uncontrollable. She smiled. “Absolutely.”
The second floor's layout was so different from the first floor. The first floor was nothing special, a basic rectangle. If you kept going down one hall and took the right turns, you would literally end up where you started. Not much architectural creativity there. However, the second floor’s layout was a little more southwestern. The nurses' station was in the center of the room, shaped like a circle. Inside the circle were three desks, each with computers, binders, and the various paraphernalia the nurses needed to get through their shifts.
Four halls branched off the center of the room. North, South, East, and West. From above, it looked like a star. Down three of the halls were fourteen rooms, seven on each side. The fourth hall had only eight rooms, with a branch that led into the ICU ward. Of course, the ICU ward led back to one of the original halls. Once again, the design showed little architectural creativity. One thing was certain: it was really difficult to get lost on this floor.
After scouting the floor layout, A.J. found the perfect spot, one that seemed barely disrupted by the flow of hospital life. It was out of the way, yet still accessible to anyone with prying eyes.
The following Saturday finally arrived, a day full of adventures. Everyone in the kitchen leaves around 6:30 p.m., except for the utility person. That person is supposed to stay until 8:30, finish all the dishes, and let the morning person focus on stocking the nutrition rooms for at least the first couple of hours.
Pepper hung back before clocking out. A.J. walked up to her and said candidly, “If you don’t have anything else to do, I could really use your help tonight, if you don’t mind.” It was as professional as it could get.
Pepper smiled. “Sure, I’m all yours. Of course, you will have to show me the ropes.” Half of that was honest. Pepper knew what A.J.’s job entailed, but not exactly 100%. Even though this was about pure, raw sex, she was about to learn exactly what he did when he disappeared from the kitchen.
The second floor had only a handful of personnel working. Typical for a weekend night shift. A.J. explained where they kept the dirty-dish carts and where to check for the not-so-usual places they ended up. For appearances' sake, in case anyone was listening to them as they walked down the halls. “I try to keep as quiet as I possibly can. A lot of the patients fall asleep shortly after eating.” Pepper picked up on his quiet code. “Totally understandable.” Was all she said.
They walked to a small alcove with large windows facing the back parking lot. A.J. stopped and looked at her with his dark brown eyes. No words were needed. Pepper caught his pheromones and slowly knelt. She unzipped his pants and found herself facing a half-stiff cock. It was clear he had been thinking about this on the way here.
Pepper gently licked the glans of A.J.’s penis before engulfing the shaft down her throat. He felt so good sliding down. Her eyes began to water as the head of his penis began penetrating the back of her throat: a slight gag reaction, and A.J. was in deeply. Mental note: He had to be at least eight to nine inches.
A.J. put his hand on the back of her head and began to assist her in blowing him. Something that Pepper noticed was that men who masturbated a lot did so so they would be in control and not be a puppet on strings. At first, it bothered her, as if she wasn’t doing something right. Now, after so many years of bringing a man satisfaction by sucking on his cock she enjoyed it when he took control by guiding her mouth to the tempo he enjoyed the most.
His cock was rock hard when he stood her up. Pulling down her pants and had her step out of one leg. He kissed her gently on the neck while his fingers made their way to the nest of pubic hair on her pussy. He slowly slipped a finger into the slit of her lips to be welcomed by a warm pool of excretions building inside of her.
His hands caressed the plump roundness of her ass as he lifted her, using the wall as a support. He glided his cock deep into her drenched pussy. Her tightness welcomed him as he nestled into her sweet depths. He couldn’t help but close his eyes at the satisfying feeling of her pussy.
Taking him all in. Caused her to moan a little louder than she intended. A.J. quickly covered her mouth with his, kissing her as he interrogated her pussy with such force. He was balls-deep inside her as he felt the warm liquid surround the diameter of his cock. She had cum. So much that it was dripping down his balls. Trying to control his own release was becoming difficult; he was going to explode, but she felt so damn good that he was trying to make it last a little longer.
Pepper kissed his neck as her lips traveled to his ears. “Your arms are so sexy,” she whispered as her own hands touched his biceps, which were slightly bulging as he held her up against the wall. “Cum for me, let me feel you release your powerful stream inside me.” She continued to whisper in his ear as she started licking his neck. Her lips made soft kissing motions on the sensitive skin of his neck, and she opened her mouth slightly, took a small bit of skin between her teeth, and bit down.
“Oh God, yes!” escaped his mouth as Pepper could feel the hot jets of cum streaming inside of her. His body started trembling, and he pulled out. He leaned against the wall for a moment or two as she pulled her pants back up. He kissed her again. “That was awesome,” he said, stepping away from the wall and grabbing the dish cart beside them.
Footsteps echoed down the hall. Someone was approaching. It was Kyle, one of the night security guards. He nodded and said hello as he passed by. Pepper and A.J. smiled and continued pushing the cart toward the service elevator. Once on the first floor, they parted ways. Pepper headed to the back parking lot, where her car was parked, while A.J. took the empty dish cart into the kitchen.
Once again, Pepper found herself sitting in her car after some amazing sex with A.J. in the hospital, where they both knew they could get fired if they were ever caught. She smiled, savoring the memory of his lips on hers. Her phone lit up as a message came through the car's darkness….
Two down, two to go.
