The secretary openly stares at his 6 foot frame and mentally makes a note to herself that tall men are sexy. "Down the hall, last door on the left, Mr. Black. Dr. Jensen is waiting for you."
He is about to say thanks again but realizes that she has returned to the paperwork scattered across her desk. He turns and starts to walk down the crisp, white hallway. The sterile environment makes him feel just a little uneasy. No color, no windows, no light! How can anyone work like this? White walls? Gray tiles? The sound of his shoes echo off the walls and before he can come to a conclusion about the silence, he is in front of Dr. Jensen's door. Before he can knock, a very feminine voice from the other side of the door reaches him. "It's open, Mr. Black. Please come in."
His fingers wrap around the handle and slowly he opens the door, taking in the sight and smell of the office. There is a hint of lemon and raspberry in the air, like potpourri. Unfortunately, the interior of the office reflects the same conservatism as the hallway. The walls are hospital white while the dark gray tile has spilled itself onto the floor in here as well. The office furniture is also austere with a black leather Jessica couch and loveseat dominating the middle of the office. Dr. Jensen's desk, black steel and frosted glass, sits off to the side with two black chairs facing towards the desk. A large picture window overlooks the city skyline from thirty floors above the street. The sun is starting to set and the building from across the way showers any onlookers with glimpses of office cleaners emptying trash cans and vacuuming messy floors. He wonders if anyone can see into this office as well. Dr. Jensen has yet to be seen so he decides to take a seat on the leather couch.
From the right corner of the room near the picture window, Dr. Jensen appears, turning off a light from what seems to have been an adjoining bathroom. She is dressed impeccably in a black and gray stripped business suit and wearing glasses with her black hair piled on the top of her head while wisps of hair escape her obviously quick-pinned up hairdo. As she approaches, he notices that she is wearing black nylons and.........black stiletto heels! He shifts in his seat, feeling the beginning of a hard on advancing.
"So, Mr. Black, do you know why you are here?" Dr. Jensen asks, choosing to sit in the loveseat, their knees almost touching but not quite. She leans on the armrest and casually crosses her legs. The tip of her shoe brushes against his pant leg. He feels his cock jerk in response.
