The Kibbutz Doctor

Thursday morning. Nava found me at breakfast.

"I need to go to Tiberias for medical supplies," she said, her doctor voice on, the one she used when she was being official. "Avi is in Tel Aviv for three days. You will help me carry boxes."

Said it loud enough for Pieter and Sean to hear, which made it clear this was meant to sound legitimate, not suspicious at all.

"Yeah, alright."

She nodded, not looking at me. "After lunch. Be at the medical centre."

Watched her walk away in that white cotton dress and felt my stomach twist up with wanting her, my cock already stirring even though Sean was sat right there grinning at me.

"Mate, you're getting proper brown," he said. "All that sun."

"Shut up."

Couldn't eat the rest of breakfast. Just sat there pushing hummus around my plate, trying not to think about what four hours alone with her might mean.

The drive took an hour. Old kibbutz van with dodgy gears and Nava drove it like she'd been driving these roads her whole life, which she probably had. Radio was playing something in Hebrew that sounded sad. Windows down. Hot wind coming in that smelled like dust and eucalyptus.

Neither of us said much for the first twenty minutes and I kept stealing glances at her, at her hands on the wheel, at her bare legs working the pedals, at that gap between her thighs when she shifted position.

"You are very quiet," she said eventually.

"Just. Yeah. Thinking."

"About?"

Didn't know how to answer that without sounding like an idiot, so I just shrugged and she smiled slightly, like she knew exactly what I was thinking about.

"There is a hotel," she said after we'd passed through another small town I didn't catch the name of. "On the shore. Not expensive. Quiet. We pick up the supplies first, then we have maybe four hours before we must drive back."

My mouth went dry. "Four hours is good."

"Yes." She glanced at me properly then, and there was something in her face I couldn't quite read. "Four hours is very good."

We got the supplies from a medical centre in Tiberias proper, and the whole time we were loading boxes of bandages and antiseptic and other stuff into the back of the van my hands were shaking and I kept dropping things. Nava watched me fumble with a box of gauze and shook her head.

"Nervous?" she asked, but not unkindly.

"Bit, yeah."

"Good," she said, and there was that small smile again. "Me too."

The hotel was ten minutes away, right on the water with a view across to the Golan Heights that would've been beautiful if I'd been capable of caring about scenery right then. Small place. Maybe twenty rooms. She checked us in and had this whole conversation in Hebrew with the clerk and I just stood there like a spare part, probably looking exactly like what I was, which was her son or her nephew or something equally innocent.

Room on the second floor. She unlocked the door and we went inside and the second I'd locked it behind us she was already there, already kissing me.

Soft at first. Then harder. Her tongue in my mouth and her hands in my hair and it was the kind of kiss that made me understand she'd been thinking about this all week, that she'd been as fucked up about it as I had.

When we broke apart we were both breathing hard and I could see her pulse jumping in her throat.

She stepped back and pulled her dress over her head in one movement, like she'd decided something and wasn't going to let herself hesitate. White cotton bra. White knickers. Nothing fancy. Just her. Barefoot. Tall. Those long legs and the stretch marks on her stomach. Real body. Forty-two and fucking beautiful.

"Come here," she said, and her voice had gone quiet.

Didn't need telling twice. Kissed her and pushed her back onto the bed, couldn't wait, didn't want to wait. Pulled her knickers down and spread her legs and buried my face between them.

She gasped. Hand in my hair immediately. "Yes. Like that."

Licked her properly, the way she'd taught me. Slow circles on her clit. Fingers inside. Feeling her get wetter. Tasting her. Salt and musk and woman.

"Do not stop."

Kept going. Her thighs trembling. Her hand gripping my hair. Pulling. Guiding. Breathing faster.

"More. Harder."

Licked harder. Added another finger. Curled them up like she'd shown me. Found that spot.

She came with a gasp. Whole body shaking. Hand clamped over her mouth to keep quiet even though we were alone.

Looked up at her. She was smiling. Properly smiling. The kind of smile I'd never seen on her face at the kibbutz.

"Very good student."

Climbed up and kissed her. She could taste herself on my tongue and she made this small sound that went straight to my cock.

"Now you," she said. Pushed me onto my back and pulled my shirt off, unbuckled my belt, pulled my jeans down. My cock was already hard and standing up and she wrapped her hand around it and just looked at it for a second.

"God. So hard already."

"Been hard since breakfast."

"Good." She lowered her head. Licked the tip. Just once. Teasing. Then took the whole thing in her mouth.

Fuck.

Warm. Wet. Perfect. Could feel myself hitting the back of her throat. She pulled back slightly. Used her hand on the base while she sucked the head.

"Not going to last," I gasped. "Sorry, I'm not going to last."

She pulled off just long enough to say, "Then come," before taking me back in her mouth.

Deeper. Bobbing her head. Using her tongue. Hand working the shaft.

Lasted maybe another minute. Came hard. In her mouth. She kept going. Swallowing. Taking everything.

When I was done she pulled off and wiped her mouth and looked at me with this satisfied expression, like she'd achieved something she'd been thinking about for days.

"I have been thinking about that all week," she said, which was exactly what I'd thought she was thinking.

We lay there for a minute, both of us catching our breath, and I kept thinking this was it, we'd fucked around at the kibbutz but this was different, this was a bed in a hotel and hours of time and no one was going to interrupt us.

"I want to fuck you properly," I said. "In an actual bed."

"Then fuck me properly."

Got her bra off. She was completely naked now and I positioned myself between her legs and pushed inside. Still tight. Still wet. But easier now. She was ready.

Started slow. Long strokes. All the way out. All the way back in. Watching her face.

"Harder."

Fucked her harder. Bed squeaking. Her tits bouncing. Those long legs wrapped around me.

"Yes. Like that. Exactly like that."

Could feel myself building. Tried to hold back. Wanted it to last.

"Turn over," I said.

She rolled onto her stomach. Arse up. Got behind her. Pushed back in.

This angle. Fuck. So deep. Could feel everything.

Gripped her hips. Fucked her hard. Watching my cock slide in and out. Wet. Glistening.

"Touch yourself," I said.

She reached down. Fingers on her clit. Rubbing.

"Going to come," I gasped.

"Wait. Wait for me."

She rubbed faster. Could feel her getting tighter. Clenching around me.

"Now," she gasped. "Now."

Let go. Came deep inside her. Pumping. Filling her. She came too. Muffled scream into the pillow.

Collapsed on top of her. Both panting. Sweating despite the air conditioning.

After a minute she pushed me off gently and rolled over to look at me and there was something in her face, something sad almost.

"That was good," she said.

"Yeah."

"But we are not done." She glanced at the clock. "We have three hours left and I do not want to waste any of them."

Got up and walked to the bathroom, looked back at me over her shoulder, completely unselfconscious in her nakedness. "Coming?"

The shower was small and the water was lukewarm but it didn't matter because she was soaping herself, hands on her tits and between her legs, watching me watch her with this expression like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"You are hard again."

"Yeah."

"Already? Young men." But she was smiling. Reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock. Started stroking.

Kissed her under the water. Her hand working me. Getting me properly hard again.

"Turn around."

She did. Hands on the wall. Arse out. I positioned myself. Pushed inside her from behind.

"Yes."

Fucked her against the shower wall. Water running down our bodies. Her moaning. Not trying to stay quiet now. Just letting go.

"My arse," she said suddenly. "I want you in my arse."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Now. Fuck my arse."

Pulled out. She reached back. Guided me to her hole. I pushed. Slowly. Head slipping in.

"More."

Pushed deeper. All the way. Right to the hilt. She gasped. Then moaned.

"Fuck me."

Did what she said. Fucked her arse under the shower. Hard. Fast. Hands braced against the wall. Back arching. Taking all of me.

"Come inside," she said. "I want to feel it."

Three more thrusts. Came hard. Deep in her arse. Could feel each pulse. Filling her.

Pulled out slowly. Watched my cum drip out of her. Down her thighs. Mixing with the water.

"Fuck."

She turned around. Kissed me. "Good boy."

We dried off and got dressed and suddenly we were both starving, like we'd forgotten food existed for the last two hours.

Found a restaurant by the water. Sat outside at a wobbly table with plastic chairs. Ordered fish and chips and beer for me and wine for her, and for a few minutes we just ate without talking, both of us too hungry to make conversation.

"This is dangerous," she said eventually, not looking at me, just looking out at the water. "What we are doing. It is very dangerous."

"I know."

"Avi. The kibbutz. Everyone will know if we are not careful."

Didn't know what to say to that, so I just nodded and she looked at me then, properly looked at me.

"But I do not want to stop," she said quietly. "I know I should. I know this is wrong. But I do not want to stop."

"Neither do I."

"You are eighteen. You should be with Sofie. With the other volunteers. Not with a married woman old enough to be your mother."

"Don't care."

"You should care." But she reached across the table and touched my hand, just briefly. "But I am glad you do not."

We ate quickly after that, barely tasted the food. Just wanted to be back in the room.

When we got there we didn't even make it to the bed. Just the chair by the window.

She pushed me down. Straddled me. Sank down onto my cock.

"Watch the window," she said. "Anyone could see us."

"Don't care."

"Neither do I."

Rode me. Slow at first. Then faster. Hands on my shoulders. My hands on her arse. Pulling her down. Making her take all of me.

"Touch my tits."

Sucked her nipples. One then the other. She moaned. Moved faster.

"I am going to come."

"Yeah. Come on my cock."

She did. Shaking. Gasping. Clenching around me. When she finished she kept moving. Riding me through it.

"Your turn."

Lasted another minute. Pulled out at the last second. Came on her tits. Her stomach. Watching it drip down.

She looked down at herself. Smiled. "Messy."

"Yeah."

We cleaned up and lay on the bed together and I could hear the water outside, boats, people talking in Hebrew and Arabic and Russian, and it felt like we were in a different world, like the kibbutz didn't exist, like Avi didn't exist.

"We should sleep," she said. "A little. Then we need to drive back."

"Don't want to sleep."

"I know. But we must." She rolled towards me and her hand went to my face, touched my cheek. "We can have one more time. Before we leave."

"Okay."

Dozed for maybe an hour. Woke up to her hand on my cock. Already hard.

"Good," she said. "I want you again."

"How?"

She thought for a second, then positioned herself on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed. Mouth open. Looking up at me.

"Fuck my mouth. Then come wherever you want."

Stood in front of her. Slid my cock into her mouth. Slowly. Watching it disappear. Her throat opening. Taking me deep.

Started moving. Gentle at first. Then harder. Fucking her mouth properly. Her hands on my arse. Not pushing me away. Pulling me closer.

Could feel myself getting close. Pulled out. Stroked myself. Three times. Came across her tits. Her stomach.

She lay there. Covered in me. Smiling.

"Perfect."

We cleaned up properly this time and got dressed and checked the room to make sure we hadn't left anything behind that would give us away.

The drive back was quiet and we were both exhausted, properly exhausted, and the sun was setting over the valley turning everything orange and gold.

"Thank you," she said eventually, and her voice was soft.

"For what?"

"For today. For listening. For understanding what I needed."

"Yeah. Course."

"We cannot do this again. Not like this. It is too dangerous."

"I know."

But we both knew that was a lie, that we'd find a way somehow before my time was up, because now that we'd had this, had a bed and hours and privacy, going back to the storage room and stolen minutes was going to feel impossible.

The kibbutz was dark when we got back. We unloaded the supplies and she checked no one was around before kissing me once, quick, like she couldn't help herself.

"Go. I will see you tomorrow."

Walked back to Block C and Sean was already asleep, snoring in his bunk, and I just lay there in mine thinking about her, about the hotel room, about how she'd looked with her head hanging off the bed, about how she'd said she didn't want to stop even though she knew she should.

Two more weeks on the kibbutz.

Two more weeks of Nava.

Then what?

Didn't want to think about it. Not yet.