It started with a phone call at work one day. I was a bit worried when I was called to the nurse's desk for a phone call thinking something might be wrong at home. I picked up the receiver and said "Hello." The man's voice sounded familiar but I just could not place it. He continued to talk and when he asked for my e-mail address it all of a sudden clicked. It was Dr. Joe. Joe is a doctor that I had worked with for years but that was years ago. He had retired and moved to Florida with his wife.
After that initial call, we e-mailed back and forth and he brought me up to date on his life since leaving the area. I updated him on my life and the different people that we had worked with. Unfortunately Dr. Joe's wife had died six months ago as it came up in conversation. E-mails turned to chats online and conversations started to become more sexual and he asked if he could call me at home. It was during that phone conversation that he told me that he and a friend of his had made a bucket list. One item that was on both their lists was to have sex with their "dream girl." When he told me I was his dream girl I was so flattered I almost dropped the phone. Nonchalantly, he asked to meet me somewhere so he could possibly check that item off his list. I think he almost passed out when I told him that I would and without any hesitation.
When the conversation ended I went to tell my husband what I was planning.
Hubby's only comment was, "Is this the doctor that you said was so meticulous that you thought he ironed his underwear?"
I nodded yes. Now Joe is much older than the guys I am usually attracted to, but he was so interesting in so many ways. He was always very professional when I dealt with him from his knowledge to his dress and how he interacted with the nursing staff. His orders were detailed and he was open to feedback from the nurses and not defensive when they questioned his orders unlike some of the doctors that could never be questioned. There was always something special between Joe and myself when we worked together. My feelings for him went beyond respect and I would say I had a deep affection for him but he was very devoted to his wife back then and I knew something sexual between us would never happen. Besides, back then, I was busy working and raising a family and my husband and I had not expanded the realm of exploration in our marriage.
Then hubby said, "Do you rally want to be a check mark on his bucket list? If your mind is made up you need to do some shopping."
We went to the mall and found two dresses at Macy's. One is a grayish colored backless dress. It's so clingy, that I won't be able to wear a bra or panties. The other is black with several straps across the back and a full length zipper up the front. I can show as much or as little as I want (or Joe wants). Then we went to Victoria's Secret and found a white corset with matching panties and hose. Actually it's from their bride's collection, but I plan to wear it with an old nurse cap, stethoscope, and heels (At least I know CPR if Joe has a heart attack) and of course I am taking the black outfit with the sheer top, stockings and heels.
Joe made all the reservations and plans. He e-mailed me an itinerary within the next couple of days. Everything was set. Thursday I was off to meet Joe at the airport and then off to The Chattanooga Hotel in Chattanooga TN. My driver's outfit was a button down the front sundress with heeled sandals and no underwear. Hubby wanted me to have some fun with truckers and spice up their day on my trip. The thought of me playing with my pussy while they watched or flashing my tits, made me horny. When I actually started doing it I wanted to do more. I pulled into the slow lanes on I-24 and started to unbutton my dress. I slipped my arms from the sleeves to find my self completely naked on the front seat. I pulled "rocket" from my purse and with one hand on the wheel and the other on my clit I began to leak severely. Oh well, the seats are still under warranty for over two more years. After over 20 minutes of sheer driving ecstasy I got caught behind a slow moving 18 wheeler. After a few minutes of driving at his speed I knew I had to pass him. I pulled into the passing lane and stayed along side of him when I caught up to his cab. Spreading my legs as wide as I could he must have enjoyed the view because he gave two short blasts of his air horn. I actually felt myself start to blush. Now he kept pace with me so he could see right into my car. I began to have an orgasm at 70 mph. Knowing what I had done, he gave two more short blasts and slowed to let me pull back into the right lane.
Getting closer to the airport I was getting nervous. Funny because Joe delivered our first child so the man had already seen the most private parts of me but somehow that doesn't count. I don't know how he could think a hairy pussy and a big baby bump could have been very sexy back then. He sent a photo and he hasn't change much but it appears that he must color his hair. At least he still has hair. His sightseeing is packing a lot into our time together, but he mentioned that we could extend our time together if I wanted. I hope that he is not disappointed in his older 'dream girl'.
We met at the terminal and he was excited to see me and gave me a big hug and kiss. He made me twirl around so he could check me out. He liked what he saw and so did I. He had not changed much in the ten years since I last saw him. We drove to the hotel and checked in. The lobby of the hotel is modeled after an elaborate train station. Joe had booked us into a room that was a renovated Pullman rail car. It was quite novel and all we needed was Glen Miller playing "Chattanooga Choo Choo."
Once we settled in we were looking for a place to eat. The hotel staff member on duty recommended a local restaurant, Aretha Frankensteins, for dinner. I wore the black zippered dress with heels. The dinner was excellent with a great selection of micro-beers.
Joe and I got current on our lives. His wife had developed breast cancer and battled it for over six years. We discussed his 'bucket list' and my part in it. He was so happy that I had agreed to meet him. I told him it was my pleasure as I rubbed my foot against his pant leg. He seemed to blush and was at a loss for words. He had a boyish grin on his face. As we walked back into the hotel, we held hands and would stop every now and then to kiss. We were like two kids on a first date filled with anticipation. I have to admit that he knew how to kiss.