Zach is Appointed to a State Medical Board
written by:
Little tommy D.

Zach is Appointed to a State Medical Board

"Doctor Saltz, Sorry to interrupt you, but you have a call that the lady said was from the Governor. Can you come take it?"

"Anne, did you recognize the voice? Why would the Governor be calling me? It must be a joke, but I'll take it."

I retrieved the phone from the top of the check-in counter and jokingly answered, "Who's pulling my leg this late in the day?"

The stern, but pleasant voice on the other end, said, "Doctor Saltz, hold for Governor Pennman, please. I'm transferring you now." I waited for the phone to ring two times when the distinctive voice of the Governor came on the line and said, "Zachery, This is Morris Pennman calling to inform you that I have received a recommendation from the state medical board chairman that I appoint you to an existing vacancy on the board. Chairwoman Dean assured me that your research and teaching credentials are outstanding. I am inviting you to meet with me on Thursday at two prior to the board meeting. I will accompany you to the meeting and introduce you to the members of the board and present you your appointment certificate. I assume you are interested in the position?"

I could hardly bring myself to answer my mouth had gone so dry. I licked my lips and rolled my tongue around the inside of my mouth to moisten it and responded, "Yes, Sir, I am very interested in the appointment. I'll arrange my schedule to be there on Thursday. Should I also cancel my Friday schedule?"

"If it's not too inconvenient you may want to consider it. After the meeting, the board generally convenes in a private room a local steak house for dinner and discussions outside of the normal board business. I'm certain you would benefit from getting to know the other members in the informality of the dinner. Until then, it has been my pleasure to make your official notification. Goodbye, Zachery." He hung up and I stood there stupefied.

Anne walked up and asked, "Are you okay, Doctor Zaltz? You are paler than normal. Was the call bad news?"

"Heavens no, Anne. It was surprisingly shocking, but great news. The governor has appointed me to the medical board. Effective this Thursday. Is Patty still here?"

"No, sir. She had a dental appointment and left at four today. Paul and Miranda are still in their offices, but their nurses left ten minutes ago."

"Then I'd better go tell them the news."

"I'm proud of you, Doctor Saltz. Congratulations. I'm sure the others will feel the same way. Go tell them before they leave."

When I told them the news, Paul jumped up and slapped me hard on the back and pumped my hand way more than necessary. Miranda smiled broadly, came around her desk and gave me a closer than normal hug and a kiss on the cheek. They seemed to be overly elated at the news, probably because of the added prestige for the partnership when the word gets out.

After leaving Miranda's office, I shed my white coat, slung on my jacket, ran to the parking lot, and headed to Patty's. Her car wasn't in the lot; I used my key to go in, went directly to the kitchen and fixed two martinis'. I stuck one in the freezer for Patty when she arrived home. We would toast my appointment and down the drinks before dinner.

I sat in the easy chair, turned on the evening news and waited, slowly sipping the drink. The news was within five minutes of being over when she keyed the door open and stumbled in looking dazed and confused. I hurried to her, took her purse and hung it on the wall hook, led her to the couch and sat her down. I knelt in front of her and saw the swelling in her jaws, the addled look of her eyes and asked her what the dentist had done. She tried to answer but her words were slurred and garbled that I couldn't understand her. She finally mimicked writing so I took the pad and pen from the phone table and handed them to her. She was having trouble holding the pen but managed to make a feeble attempt and I could see the squiggly lines she was creating, she turned it around and by looking very closely, I made at the words 'wisdom teeth.'

"I softly asked, "He pulled them?"

She nodded, tried to open her mouth but could get it only an inch or so open, but I could see packing inside. She was drooling so I handed her my handkerchief and she started crying. I knew that under the influence of the shots, she would either laugh or cry, and her penance was the sobbing. I assisted her to her feet, heard a knock at the door, hurried her to the bed and lay her down, yelled, "One minute. Be there in one minute."

When I had her stretched out, I went to the door and her neighbor, Janie Sammons, handed me her car keys and inquired, "Did she make it inside okay? I told her to wait on the steps while I parked the car, but when I came back, she was gone. She asked me to drive her home because the dentist said that she couldn't drive."

I told her that she was in bed and resting at the moment, I thanked her for volunteering to go with her, invited her, she declined saying her husband was waiting for her, and she left. I scooted back to Patty and found her dead asleep. I went to the bathroom and got her pajamas. I gently undressed her, slipped the PJ's on her, covered her, and went to my drink and the second shot at the news. I missed it, but the drink was good as well as was the frozen one I took from the freezer. I scoured the fridge, found half of a foot-long Subway meatball sandwich, heated it in the microwave, returned to the TV and ate while disposing of the second martini.

I called my parents and told them the news, and then listened to all the other family happenings for some thirty minutes. I caught the second half of a playoff NBA game, drank a Pepsi, took a shower and went to the bedroom and crawled in beside Patty. I put my arm across her chest and listened to her even, steady breathing before I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew Patty was shaking me and pointing at her mouth. I glanced over and noticed that she had dried blood along her left lips lines, and down her cheek. Some had dripped on the sheets, but not enough to be concerned. I jumped up, got a damp cloth and cleaned her lips and face, ant then; I eased her mouth open and examined the gauze packing.

I told her to stay put, went to my car and brought my medical bag back. I removed the soiled packing, installed new, softer, more absorbent gauze, and encouraged her to lie back and rest. There was no way she was going to eat this morning. I brewed me some coffee, went back and sat on the bed with her. I asked her a few questions, she either nodded or shook, and then I told her of my appointment. She hugged me around the neck, backed off and started crying again. I tried to console her b=but she shook her head rapidly and dropped back on the pillow, continuing to cry. I stood and said, "Patty, I have to go now. Will you be okay until I get back?"

She pointed toward the wall indicating Janie. I asked if Janie was going to check on her during the day and she nodded. I felt better so after I dressed, I leaned over, gave her a kiss, stood and stopped in the doorway waving, she cried again. I went to the office, stopping for a dozen Dunkin' Donuts of assorted flavors. I needed something and a chocolate donut fit the definition of something. The day flew by and as the work tapered off around three, I decided to head home. All my appointments were rescheduled for the following week and I was fee to leave tomorrow morning for the meeting with the governor and the board.

Patty was feeling better, the crying was history, but she still was hard to understand so we communicated with a notepad. Since she couldn't eat solid foods yet, I prepared an excellent Tomato Basil soup that she supped and I ate with Italian bread and it made a pleasant change from the old standards usually found on the tables around this part of the state. She could handle her own prepping for bed and after streaming an interesting movie from Netflix; we shut down the condo and called it a day. We fooled around in bed for a little while but it never developed into a serious fucking session because she still didn't feel well. I lay awake for a short while thinking of the things I had packed for the trip and after much thought, decided what Patty and I had selected was most appropriate and more than adequate.

I stayed around until ten assisting with the after-breakfast clean-up that was mostly my mess as Patty only drank a Carnation breakfast chocolate shake. I had the works--fried eggs, bacon, bagel and cream cheese, cantaloupe, coffee and finished with a small cinnamon stick. I kissed Patty goodbye, grabbed the small suitcase and clothes bag, put them in the trunk, and headed for the capitol 123 miles north.

The meeting went well. The governor was genuinely friendly and humorous, his introduction of me was well-received and the other members accepted me into their ranks graciously. The Chairwoman, Doctor Sara Dean, was younger and more beautiful than I could have thought possible. She was the spitting image of Nicole Kidman, but with a fuller form. Her bust was at least a 38 C, her waist no more than 25, and her hips a perfect 36. Her hair was a light cream- color, not exactly blonde, not exactly brown. The other six members were all far more elderly than either she or I were and we were a stark contrast to their white heads around the table. The steakhouse dinner was a wonder of educational, entertaining, and informative conversations, and I found myself in awe of one or two members, including Doctor Dean. At the conclusion of the dinner, Doctor Dean informed me that we would meet at seven tomorrow evening to discuss my committee assignment and to give me the manual to study prior to the next monthly meeting. She gave me room number 945 in the W as our meeting place. I nodded, said good night and left the restaurant.

I spent the next day at the capitol building in the library reviewing the pending actions that were before the board and to be discussed at the dates specified. I used the copy machine several times to copy pages with specific data that would affect my committee. I wasn't planning on being a slacker when it came to knowing what was going on that would need a decision from me. I left at three with a loaded notebook for review. I showered, dressed casually in navy Dockers, black loafers, a white Grand Slam golf shirt with thin black stripes and was ready for the meeting when the time rolled around. In the meantime, I wandered to the W and to the mezzanine bar for a glass of wine. I was sitting at a table for two on the glass wall side watching the rush hour traffic from all the government workers clog the streets with immovable lanes of metal boxes.

As I stared at the long, fat lines of cars, I felt a touch on my shoulder and when I turned, Sara Dean mused, "Aren't you pleased that you don't face that every day when you leave work? I wouldn't be able to stand it for but a day or two until I packed and scooted off to a country pasture."

I stood, shook her hand, indicated the second chair, pulled it out for her to sit, and responded, "I'm with you. I don't think any job is worth that frustration and tension. Aren't we fortunate to be in a profession that allows us to establish roots anywhere we choose and have opportunities to make a decent living?"

She reached across the table and put her hand over mine and replied, "That's exactly why I practice where I do, Zach. I started in the large city thinking it presented the best path. Wrong! After less than a year, I packed and moved and have never regretted it."

I signaled the server and ordered two more wines. As we sipped the wine, she pointed out places of historical interest, some newer additions to the massive array of government buildings, and a few older office and hotel towers. She finished by telling me that before my appointment ended, I would be an expert on capitol city. I merely nodded.

When the glasses were empty, she pushed her chair back and said, "Why don't we go on up and get started? I have wine in the room and it's a lot less expensive than here. I agreed, we both stood and repositioned our chairs, I left a $20. on the table and we took the nearby elevator. Inside her room, she handed me the manual, offered me a chair, and excused herself. I chose the arm chair at the table so that I could rest the manual on the table, sat and opened the first page. I was leaned back reading, my right arm over the chair arm and hanging toward the floor. Sara came back to the room, walked to my right side and saw me reading. She sidled up to my chair, her leg brushing my hand. I didn't move my hand, she didn't move her leg.

I turned the page with my left hand; she leaned toward the book, pressing her leg harder against my hand. She was speaking about one of the index subjects and pointed on the book, leaning farther down and pressing against my wrist now. I sat there wondering if I should touch her leg or get up and leave so that I didn't jeopardize my new position. She turned her head, smiled and moved her hip toward me. I thought, What the Hell, so I put my hand around her leg just above the knee. I didn't move it, just held it there. She referred to another subject, again turned her head and wiggled her leg, smiling when she did. I slowly began moving my hand up her leg until I was half-way up her warm, soft thigh. Steeling myself for her wrath, I moved my hand upwards until I struck fuzz between her legs.

When she felt the light touch of my hand hit the bottom of her outer lips, she swung her hips across the arm and bucked back and forward several times. I spread my hand open, she spread her legs, and I rubbed the palm of my hand over her entire vulva, up to the Mound of Venus, and when I brought it down, I ran my midde finger through the length of the now wet slit. She shuddered hard, semi-squatted so that my finger was caught in the space inside her inner lips. I hooked the end of my middle finger and waved it back and forth. I squirmed in my chair as my growing hard-on was binding the head of my dick against the zipper of the pants. I used my left hand to unzip, reach in and pull my dick out to allow it to expand. When I moved my hand back, Sara reached down with her left hand and too it by the shaft and jacked it until it reached its full length.

She dropped beside the table, moved under it and opened my pants. She was toying with the head of my dick as I slid down in the chair and spread my legs to give her easier access. She took hold of both arms of the chair, moved up between my legs and dropped her mouth over my standing dick. She was in no hurry, slowly sucking the full length. I had my eyes closed and moaned from the fantastic tongue action she was plying around the head. I allowed this to go on for another three to five minutes before I reached down, pulled her up and kissed her hard, shoving my tongue inside her mouth and exploring the gums and teeth. I stood, pulled her up, stooped and picked her up and headed for the couch. She shook her head and pointed toward the bed in the open room at the end of the main suite.

I dropped her on the bed, pulled her blouse and skirt off, and saw that she had no panties on under the skirt. I unsnapped her bra, threw it on top on the skirt. I stood and undressed as she watched, smiling at my waving dick as it quivered near her face. When I was naked, I slid down to the floor, parted her legs and sniffed the aromatic scent of Chanel perfume she had applied to the inside of her thighs. I pulled her forward and lowered my nose between her pussy lips, rubbing it up and down until she was vigorously wriggling her butt with the motions. I parted her hairy lips with my index fingers, dove forward and stuck my tongue in her warm, wet pussy, lapping her juices from the hole. I placed my hands around her ass and gently massaged the cheeks, moving my tongue down from her pussy into the asshole region of her female center of life.

I rimmed her asshole, continuing to work the ass cheeks, and then I began to slurp up to her pussy. I then return to her asshole and concentrated on it. She was gripping my head, her body tensing; she was heavily panting, sighing, and emitting light utterances that I couldn't understand. I moved my tongue to her clit and with my head out from between her thighs, I could hear her repeating, "I love it, Zach, I love it". I was stunned by her envelopment of the pleasure she was feeling. I removed my tongue, pulled her down and kissed her forcibly on the lips, her using reciprocal tongue action. While still kissing her, I positioned her ass on the large pillow and put the head of my dick at the entrance to her pussy. I broke the kiss and asked, "Do you really want me, Sara? How much do you want me?"

She stared at me and nodded as she cried out and said, "I think I would kill for your dick right now. God, Zach, let me have all of your dick now. My pussy is hurting as it anticipates the entry of your dick. Let me have it all now and let me have it hard, please." When she said that, I thrust harshly, ramming all seven inches of my dick in full length until I felt it bump her cervix. She groaned and yelled, "Oh, God, that's so good, it feels so good, don't ever stop." I began a steady thrusting, keeping a watch on her body language. Her abdomen was rippling with spasms, she was flushed in the face, and then she reached under me, took hold of my balls, squeezing them with each thrust. I adjusted the point of my thrust upwards, searching for her G Spot. I sensed I had found it when she gasped and pulled hard on my balls, restricting the thrusting. I felt her hand relax when she started spasms again, gasping between breaths and moaning, mumbling I love it, I love it. Suddenly she screamed, bucked straight up, pushed me away and started crying again as she tried to catch her breath. I turned, trying to rise, but she grabbed my dick and jerked me down, rolled me to my back. She rose and straddled me, putting my dick back in her pussy as she began thrusting up and down, riding my dick, while continuing to spasm. Her actions were so violent, I felt my balls strain, pull up, and the cum began to flow before I could stop it. She dropped to her knees as she sat on my shins, taking my dick again in her mouth and swallowed hard several times as the cum flowed into her throat. She continued sucking until my came up dick bone dry, and then raised her head, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, slid up my legs, spread across my body, and kissed me.

When we had calmed our breathing and our bodies, I looked at her and said, "You set me up today, Sara. You excused yourself, dropped your panties and perfumed your thighs, as you had planned this in advance. Can you at least admit it?" She nodded her head and responded, "Yes, it was a set up because of a conversation I had last month. Zach. Holly Morgan is my patient and Holly raved about you, your dick, and what you've asked her to do. After hearing her story, I recommended you for the board because it was an easy way I could find to fuck you. Just so that you aren't shocked more than you are right now, I'll tell you that I want it to continue. I want this to happen after every board meeting. I hope that you agree with me and we can make our time on the board much more than just decision after decision. This is something that I can't afford to do in the small town where I live."

I nodded, stood beside the bed and pulled my boxer shorts up, not really needing to clean any cum from my dick as she did that with her mouth. Still naked, she rolled to the side of the bed, grabbed my balls through the shorts and told me, "I want you to do the pictures of Holly for teaching purposes as you had proposed. I agree with you that her body is the perfect teaching tool. A little advice I could give you is that when the pictures are done, you should fuck her again. She wants it, and she is worth it. Do it as a favor to me, Zach. Then we'll fuck again next month and each month thereafter."

I stooped over, kissed her again, finished dressing, and watched her ass swinging in a tempting and tasty display as she headed for the shower. I poured another glass of wine, took the manual, and turned the page, as I smiled to myself thinking about Holly and next month with Sara.