The Kibbutz Doctor

Tuesday afternoon. Heat like a bastard again. Everyone at the banana fields except me. Told the work coordinator my hand was still fucked. Showed him the bandage. He bought it.

Walked to the medical centre. Nava was doing inventory. White coat over her dress. Hair tied back. Reading glasses on. Clipboard in hand. That focused look she gets.

"Need my stitches checked."

She looked up over her glasses. "They are fine."

"Might be infected."

"They are not infected." She put the clipboard down. Walked over. Started unwrapping the bandage. Her fingers brushing my palm. "See? Perfect. Why are you really here?"

"Been thinking. About Saturday."

"Yes?"

"What you said. The storage room. What you wanted."

Her hands stopped. "And?"

"I want to. I mean. If you still want to."

She studied my face. "You are nervous."

"Bit yeah."

"Good. You should be nervous." She locked the medical centre door. "Come."

In the storage room she started undressing immediately. Unbuttoning her dress. Folding it. Reached up to take her glasses off.

"Keep them on."

She stopped. Hand halfway to her face. "What?"

"The glasses. Keep them on."

"Why?"

Didn't know how to explain it. Just wanted it. "Please."

She looked at me. Then lowered her hand. "Okay." Kept undressing. Bra next. White cotton. Her tits already hard. Then her knickers. Placed everything on a shelf.

Stood there naked except for the glasses. Tall. Long legs. Stretch marks on her stomach. Real body. Forty-two and fucking beautiful.

"Lock the door."

Did what she said.

She spread the towel. "You remember what I told you?"

"Yeah. Face down. Knees up. The mirror."

"Good." She positioned herself. Looked at me in the reflection. "Now what?"

"Er. You know you deserve this?"

"Do I?" She almost laughed. "You are supposed to tell me, Daniel. Not ask me."

"Right. Sorry. You deserve this."

"Why?"

"Because. You were late. You said three days and it was four."

"Ah. So now you punish me for making you wait?" Her eyes in the mirror. Amused. "This is your fantasy or mine?"

"Yours. You said. You wanted me to."

"I did. You are right." She settled her cheek against the towel. "Okay. You will be gentle, yes?"

"Yeah. Course."

"You brought lube?"

Held up the bottle.

"Good boy. Now come here and do what I taught you."

My cock was hard already. Had been since the medical centre.

Knelt behind her. Her arse right there. She'd prepared. Could tell. Her feet either side of the towel. Red toenails. Bright red. Never noticed before.

Got the lube. Poured some on my fingers. Rubbed it around her hole. She tensed. Then relaxed. Breathed out.

Worked one finger in. Slow. She was tight. Made a small sound.

"Okay?"

"Yes. More."

Added another finger. Stretching her. Her face in the mirror. Eyes closed. Mouth open. Her toes curling against the floor.

Pulled my fingers out. Lubed up my cock. Positioned the head against her arse. Just resting there.

"I'll be gentle."

"I know you will."

Started pushing. Slowly. Just the tip. Her whole body went rigid. Face in the mirror. Eyes opening wide. Looking right at me.

"Breathe."

She did. Exhaled. Body softened. I pushed more. The head slipped in. Past the resistance.

"Fuck," she gasped. Then something in Hebrew I didn't catch.

"Too much?"

"No. Keep going."

Pushed deeper. Inch by inch. Watching her face. The way it crumpled. The way she bit her lip. How her hands gripped the towel. Her toes spreading. Pressing flat against the floor.

Christ. So tight. Tighter than anything. Hotter than her cunt. Could feel every pulse.

Halfway in. Stopped. Let her adjust.

"More," she breathed. "Od. All of it."

Pushed deeper. Slow. Careful. Her arse opening for me. All the way now. Right to the hilt. Buried completely.

She made this sound. Low. From her throat. "Ken." Whole body shaking.

Stayed still. Let her feel it. Every inch.

"Okay?"

"Yes. God. Yes."

Started moving. Really slowly at first. Pulling back slightly. Pushing back in. Finding a rhythm. Her face in the mirror. Expression changing. Cautious to something else. Determined. Hungry.

Looked down. Her back. Her arse. Her feet with those red nails. Couldn't stop staring at them.

"Harder," she said. "You will not break me."

Gripped her hips. Fucked her harder. Still careful but with force. Each thrust deeper. Faster. Skin on skin. Her breathing ragged. Her toes curling with each thrust. Uncurling. Curling again.

My cock throbbing. Building already. Too close.

"Going to come," I gasped. "Can't hold it."

"Inside. Deep inside." Then quieter, almost to herself. "Beseder, beseder."

Pushed as deep as possible. All the way. Let go.

Came so fucking hard. Could feel each pulse. Each shot. Four, five, six thick spurts. Maybe more. Filling her up. Deep inside her arse. Too much. Spilling out already.

Pulled back slightly. Not all the way out. Just to the entrance. Kept coming. The last drops. Right there. Opening the hole. Shoving my cum into her. Warming her up inside and spilling out more. Dripping down the crack of her arse. Down her thighs.

Pulled out finally. Gripped my wet cock. Played it around her hole. Smearing cum all over her. Wiped the last drops on her backside.

Stood there. Panting. Shaking. Spent.

She stayed in position. Breathing hard. Face still pressed against the towel. Not moving. Her toes slowly relaxing flat against the floor.

After a minute she stood slowly. Took her glasses off. Wiped them on the towel. Put them back on. Started cleaning herself. Getting dressed like nothing happened.

Watched her button her dress. Smooth her hair. Become the doctor again.

She touched my face once. Brief. Then pulled back.

"You listened well," she said. "You understood what I needed."

"Yeah."

"Friday. Come back Friday for the final stitch check."

"That's four days."

"Then you will have to wait." Small smile. "Perhaps you will find another reason to punish me by then."

She checked the corridor. Unlocked the door. Gestured toward the bathroom.

"Window. Like before."

Climbed out and walked back to Block C. Could still feel her. Still smell her. Still see her face in that mirror when I pushed all the way in. Those red toenails curling against the floor.

Sean was at the pool. Had the room to myself.

Lay in my bunk. Staring at the ceiling. Replaying it. How tight she'd been. How she'd looked with those reading glasses on. How her toes had curled every time I thrust deep. How she'd slipped into Hebrew when she lost control.

Four more weeks on the kibbutz.

Didn't know how I'd survive them. Didn't know how I'd leave after.