Daniel grabbed his buzzing cell phone from the coffee table and his mother’s words spilled out at an incomprehensible pace. He said ‘okay’ several times and listened carefully for clues that might explain her hysteria. She had taken his sister, Beth, to Hartford General Hospital, where she gave birth to a 9 lb baby boy.
The City of Hartford, population 130,000, was a captivating blend of heritage and art, colleges and museums, one-of-a-kind theaters – a vibrant riverfront – this is what any travel agent would tell you. But the bustle of city life could be overwhelming. Daniel yearned for a little house in the country and someone to love, away from the demands of a cut-throat career and an overbearing family.
Beth was four years older than Daniel and consistently attained success first. Daniel graduated college, got a job as a computer system analyst, moved to a nice apartment, and bought a new car, but Beth, after graduating from college and getting a lucrative insurance career, prevailed in the crowning achievements – marriage and the first child.
It was a hard blow to absorb, but Daniel knew he needed to man up. He could demonstrate his generosity and success by purchasing an expensive bouquet of flowers and still show his humble respect. He would have preferred to show off his new BMW, but he couldn’t park a car in the hospital waiting room.
♥♥
Daniel parked his BMW in front of the historic two-story brick building across the street from the hospital and marveled at elegant flower arrangements through the large storefront windows. A bell rang as he pushed the door open and inhaled the delightfully sweet aroma.
The flower shop was empty except for a stunning woman, 5’ 7”, in her mid-twenties. She brushed back her shoulder-length brown hair and puckered her lips. Her brown eyes sparkled as she curiously observed Daniel looking over the rich assortment of flower arrangements.
She approached him eagerly. “Who's the lucky lady?”
“No one special. No, I mean…” He paused with a stupid grin.
She giggled, “Usually, it’s the thought that counts. Are you sure she deserves flowers?”
“I didn’t mean it like that. They’re for my sister in the hospital. She had a babe – a big ol’ baby boy.”
The woman responded, “Hey, that’s great! You know what they say about Valentine’s Day babies?”
Daniel shook his head. He had no idea what they said about Valentine’s Day babies or that it was Valentine’s Day.
She examined him provocatively, “I was born on Valentine’s Day. I can make any stranger desire me. At least that’s the superstition.”
Daniel was intrigued. “I believe it. I didn’t know it was Valentine’s Day. I knew it was Friday because it gets me off, I mean, I have the weekend off.”
“Okay?”
“I’m sorry. I’m nervous about the babe – baby.” Daniel flashed a bashful smile. “What I mean is, sometimes I get nervous when I’m around cute babes."
“It’s okay,” she said sympathetically. “I know a few things about special occasions. I’ll create something unique.”
Daniel watched her experienced hands arrange a bouquet of roses, orchids, and other types of flowers he couldn’t name. Her delicate fingers tugged the pedals, producing a flow of vibrant colors throughout the arrangement. He imagined how her fingers would feel against his skin.
He followed her closely as she carried the flowers to the counter and set them next to the cash register. He spotted business cards with her name, Amber, and a phone number.
“Amber, may I get one of those?” Daniel pointed to the cards, “I may need to talk to you, you know, about the flowers.”
Amber looked toward the counter, giving Daniel time to peek at her perky breasts through the soft fabric of her apron. She handed him a card and he fixated on her eyes. “They’re very delicate. I may need to touch them – the flowers – I may need to moisten them, or...”
Amber interrupted, “Be gentle; you don’t want to crush ‘em.”
His fingers shook as he took the bouquet in both hands and backed toward the exit. When he turned to leave, he ran into the door and passers-by snickered as his Cotton Puff Carnations flattened between his face and the window.
He stumbled back, gave Amber a quick grin, and balanced the flowers on one arm as he yanked the door open. He took a deep breath when he stepped onto the sidewalk and shuttered about his awkward first impression.
♥♥♥
The hospital was nothing like television. Fake smiles couldn’t hide the reality of hospital staff being tired and overworked. Daniel entered his sister’s room, where she lay in bed, rocking the baby and smiling while his mother bent over them, tickling and making cooing noises. The scene looked like a soap opera and the baby looked annoyed.
Daniel sought a place to set down the flowers, but they disappeared when a snooty male nurse displayed his gratitude by sweeping them from his arms and out of the room, saying, “We have to be mindful of allergies.”
Daniel never realized how sexy scrubs, white coats, white shoes, and stethoscopes could be until Dr. Brighton entered the room. He had always imagined a baby doctor as short and pudgy, with a condescending demeanor, but Dr. Brighton shattered those stereotypes the moment she entered the room.
She was around 5’ 5”, with deep brown eyes, full lips, and chin-length brown hair. And though her body was obscured beneath the white coat, the curves of her uniform provided evidence of a shapely figure. Daniel instantly felt his groin tingling, beckoning him to call Amber at the flower shop.
Daniel felt he should have spent more time at the hospital, but he had gotten lost in the shuffle of his sister's non-stop demands. She repeatedly reminded the staff that her husband worked at that hospital and would hear about any of her wishes being neglected.
Daniel had made his appearance; the baby was asleep, and everyone looked exhausted – this was definitely a good time to escape. He said, “Mom, let’s let Beth get some rest. There’ll be plenty of time to see the baby once they’re back at home.”
This was one of the few times his mother didn’t argue. “Okay,” She responded, “I drove your sister in her car, and Benton is picking her up. I need to ride with you.”
Once they stepped out of the room, Daniel asked, “Mom, why isn’t Benton here?”
His mother answered, “Dr. Bradley was called for emergency surgery,” putting a strong emphasis on the word ‘Doctor.’ “Benton is a surgeon at this hospital, you know.”
“Yeah, Mom, I know. You point that out at every opportunity.”
Once they were settled in the BMW, Daniel’s mother ran her finger along the dashboard to check for dust before asking, “So when are you going to have a kid?”
“Mom, I'm 26, and my career is really taking off. I don't need more distractions right now.”
Daniel’s family had a tradition: Graduate from college, make lots of money, get married, have kids, and need more money. She couldn’t see things any other way.
“Your sister is 30, Benton is 36 – such old parents these days. Your father and I were 19 when your sister was born.”
“Maybe our goals are different from yours.”
“You can say that again,” she sighed. “I’m happy for you. You have a great job and a really nice car – I’d like to see you share your life with a beautiful, successful woman.”
“But with you, it’s about appearances. What about happiness?”
“You seemed happy with that doctor’s appearance.”
“You know what I mean.” He focused on the road for a moment. “Anyway, I’ll call Amber, the flower shop owner. She seemed really pleasant.”
“She owns her own business?” His mother commanded, “You need to jump on that.”
“I’ll call her and take things at my own pace.”
“That’s a terrible idea.” His mother squinted and pierced her lips. “If the world moved at your pace, we wouldn’t even have telephones.”
“Mom, I do just fine.”
“Yeah? And just exactly who are you doing just fine with?” She settled into her seat and stared at the road.
The rest of the ride was silent. His mother was back in her comfort zone – multi-million-dollar houses overlooking the river, perfect landscapes, luxury cars in front of three-stall attached garages – and she had exhausted her opinions. Daniel wasn’t going to give her any more ammunition to fire at him.
He pulled to the curb in front of his mother’s house and threw the car into park. “Alright. I’ll call Amber, but not until you enter the house and find someone else to chastise.”
Daniel made the call from his car. He wanted to catch Amber before the flower shop closed for the day. When she answered, her voice had shifted from a cheery pitch to a deep, sultry hum. “You must be the handsome man who bought a bouquet for his sister earlier today.
“Yes, I confess it. I got the number off the business card.”
“If you come here tonight, I’ll give you tips on keeping it healthy and erect.”
♥♥♥♥
The bell rang when Daniel entered the flower shop, and the woman came to the counter from a back room. He recognized her full lips, deep brown eyes, and brown chin-length hair curled inward below her cheeks. They were the familiar features of the woman he had seen earlier that day, Dr. Brighton.
His stunned look prompted her to speak first. “Not who you expected?”
“I was expecting the woman I saw here earlier.”
“My sister? She owns the shop. I told her I’d watch the store so she could get ready for her date tonight.”
“Oh, she has a date?”
“Don’t be disappointed. You have a date tonight, too, if you want.”
Puzzled, he considered it. “Yes! Yes, of course. I’m looking forward to it. What did you have in mind?”
She traced his body with tempting eyes and dragged her hand along the counter as she slowly walked toward him.
“You looked so handsome in the hospital, and Amber told me you might call for some guidance.”
Dr. Brighton traced her lips with her tongue and stared seductively into his eyes. She threw her arms around him and stood on tip-toes to reach his lips. Her hair fell back, exposing her throat – plump breasts pressed against him through a loose blouse. They shared a sensual kiss, breathing deeply with tongues dancing in circles.
Daniel licked her neck and shoulders when she grabbed his hands and whispered, “Follow me.”
Dr. Brighton led him to the back office and reclined in a tall-back, leather chair. She wore nothing beneath her black skirt and flashed her moist pussy as she raised her heels to the seat and spread her legs. Daniel dropped to his knees and she pulled him by his hair.
He slipped his hands beneath her and raised her body to his lips. He spread her labia with his thumbs and swirled his tongue around her clit, making her twitch with each rotation. He buried his face with a deepening breath – she threw her head back, groaning, and lunged against his chin. Her stomach rose and her body jolted in ecstasy.
Daniel stood and dropped his pants. His cock leaped out and Dr. Brighton eagerly took it in her hand. She slipped him into her mouth and twirled her tongue over the tip. She sighed deep in her throat as he expanded between her lips.
The magnitude of the experience – an irresistible woman savoring the taste of his cock – was overwhelming. A tingle permeated his thighs and shot up his stomach.
Daniel resisted. “Not yet. I want to feel you kiss me when I cum”
He lifted her skirt around her waist, and the chair reclined as he slipped his arms under her legs, and she rested them on his shoulders. He felt the warmth surround him as he penetrated. She hooked her feet behind his head and pulled him until their bodies pressed together. Their lips met, and he felt intense liberation when his cock filled her with streams of hot cum.
This was a triumph Daniel would never reveal to his mother. He was happy for his sister and her life with a successful husband and a beautiful child, but he had something Beth might never get back: freedom.
♥♥♥♥♥
Amber locked the flower shop door behind her and went into the office where Dr. Brighton slept in the leather chair. She gently shook her sister by the shoulder, “Tasha, wake up.”
As Tasha blinked rapidly to adjust to the dim light, Amber asked, “What were you doing tonight?”
“Oh.” Tasha sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I was with that guy you sold the flowers to earlier. He must have let himself out.” She stared at the wall with a dreamy smile, “After we made love, we talked about art and music, a little house in the country – then we both drifted off in this chair.”
Amber squealed with excitement, “Oh, he sounds hot!”
“I’m definitely fucking him again,” Tasha giggled. “What about you?”
“You should have seen the man I scored earlier, a surgeon at Hartford General. He came in to buy flowers on his way to the hospital, but ended up with me instead.”
“Wow! What a way to spend Valentine’s Day.”
“Yep. He told his pregnant wife he was performing emergency surgery.”
Tasha gasped, “I think I might have met her.
Amber said, “I just hope he didn’t forget her at the hospital.”
