I've had some serious dental work done in recent years. As a result, my dentist has me come in every four months for a cleaning, where most people have to endure this process only twice in a year's time. For most, this would be an unwelcome development. In my case, I actually look forward to the cleaning. It's not so much for the cleaning, although it's good to know that all the expensive work I've had done is holding up, but for the hygienist.
Kim, my hygienist, is a little pixie in her mid 40's. She's slight, maybe 5'4" and around 120 lbs, with light brown hair and blue eyes. She has a nicely presented, as best I can see in scrubs, pair of C cup tits, and a little round ass that's a delight to watch as she leads me to the exam room, her pony tail swinging as she walks. How many times I have wished I could just reach out and take a bite of that sweet ass!! On top of all that attractiveness, she has a very gentle touch, almost loving, that puts me at ease. How many times I daydreamed about her ministering to me in ways that would make my experience end in a happy moment. I wondered if she ever noticed the bulge in my pants while I lay in her chair.
I was assigned to her a couple of years ago, when the hygienist whom I had been seeing retired. Too bad, I really liked her. Oh, well, life moves on. It turned out to be for the best, as I quickly found Kim to be as engaging as she was attractive, and we got along easily. She also was a fan of 70's music, and always had a playlist of 70's tunes on while she tended to my teeth. She'd kid me about knowing all the songs and artists. I'd kid her about being too young to remember when they came out. We'd laugh, and then I'd name the next song as the intro played, and we'd laugh some more.
Things took an interesting turn one afternoon when the player had "Afternoon Delight" going. Kim said it was a fun song, one of her favorites, but she could never recall the name of the group.
"Starland Vocal Band," I said.
"I should have known you'd know," she said, laughing.
"Of course. I remember when it was released." Kim echoed me, and we both laughed. "1976," I said.
"I was born in '77," she replied.
"I graduated high school in 1977."
"You're old," Kim teased.
"Yeah, but I saw all the great bands," I shot back, making Kim laugh. "Afternoon Delight was a fun song from a more relaxed time." I looked up at Kim. "People were discovering that love making didn't have to always happen at night under the covers. Not that they didn't really know it already." Little River Band's "Reminiscing" came on.
Kim nodded in agreement. There was suddenly a look in her eyes that said, 'I could get into that.' She thought a moment. "Yeah, people seem to have to rediscover things sometimes." She resumed her poking and prodding for a few moments, then set me up for X rays, which nowadays come back immediately. She got them pulled up on the computer, then went to get the dentist so he could look and see what attention I might need other than removing my lower to check for any problems, and drop it in the dentist strength Efferdent they use there. Meanwhile, George Harrison's "Cracker Box Palace" and Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" played away.
As Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" was playing a few minutes later, the dentist came in, gave me a good look over, asked how my lower was doing-it was a full set mounted on four implanted posts, and is pretty solid-gave me the OK, and went back to the patient he had been working on. That left Kim and me alone in the exam room for the duration.
"Well, back to the afternoon delight," I quipped.
Kim laughed at the song reference, then looked at me quizzically. She went to the sliding door, pulled the curtain over it, and then checked down the hall. She had the last of three rooms on a long hallway, so not too many people would be coming back here, if any at all. She pulled the door shut, and locked it. "Nights Are Forever Without You" by England Dan and John Ford Coley was playing on the radio.
"I have an idea," she said, looking at me. She kicked off her sneakers, leaving her in anklet socks, then untied the drawstring on her pants and pulled them down, kicking them off. She was now standing in front of me in a scrub top, and pink panties that were mostly hiding what looked like a nice triangle of dark hair. She smiled again, and pulled down on her panties, revealing what I suspected, a nicely thick patch of hair between her legs, slightly darker than up top. I was already well on the way to a good hard on when Kim locked the door. Now I was reaching full mast, which was obvious to her as she looked at me in her chair.
Kim reached down, rubbing the front of my shorts, smiling. "I think someone is ready for some afternoon delight." She undid my belt, and quickly had me unbuttoned and unzipped. She pulled my shorts down to my knees. She smiled and licked her lips as my stiff cock came into view, bobbing above me now that it was released from its confinement. "Nice. I always thought you'd have something good in here for me. It looks way better now that I can see it out in the open."
"You noticed??" I got hard every time I was in Kim's chair.
"How could I not?? I saw your pants swell!!" Kim stroked me, then leaned forward and took the head in her mouth for a couple of moments, swirling her tongue around it. I swelled at her attention. "I think I'm going to enjoy riding this." She stroked me a couple more times. She then let go, and moved her instrument tray next to the chair, so it was easy to reach, though I wondered, from the position, where she was going to stand.
I got that answer right away. Kim climbed up on the chair, straddling me. Fortunately, my dentist didn't skimp when it came to spending on exam chairs; these were quite wide, and Kim was easily able to get her legs around me. I watched her outer labia flex and spread as she climbed up, revealing her inner lips.
She looked me in the eye, leaned forward to kiss me gently, and took my cock in her hand. Next thing, I felt the head probing her labia as she rubbed it up and down. She didn't need to do much to get herself ready, she was already pretty wet from what I could tell, though she let out a couple of long sighs as she ran the head over her clit. Finally ready, she sat up and pushed down, and I felt my cockhead spread her labia and enter her warm, wet pussy. She sank down til I felt her sweet round ass rest on my balls. Her face contorted for a second as she felt me filling her void, then she smiled. "Now let's get to work," she said, reaching for her tools. The radio played Leo Sayer's "When I Need You."
Kim reached over and picked up the tool with the hook on the end, and I felt her pussy move on me as she leaned. When she went into my mouth to start scraping the plaque from my teeth, I could feel her pussy pull up on my cock, and then settle back down as she leaned back to wipe the hook off, then pull away again as she leaned forward again to get some more scraping done.
This was the way it went for the next 40 minutes or so, Kim moving up and back as she worked. I don't cum as fast as I did when I was younger, and the gentle back and forth slowly brought me to heightened arousal, but not enough to set me off. It was the most sensuous of experiences, since our coupling was completely unhurried, almost an afterthought. Kim's focus on getting the job of cleaning my teeth done made the sex part of it secondary, but it was such an exquisite distraction, and while I was in no danger of cumming too soon, I was rock hard the entire time. I wish I could have had a video set up showing my cock in her pussy, and the way her labia flexed and stroked and spread around me as she moved.
Kim was also feeling the distraction. While she was attentive to the task at hand-and good at it, she didn't poke me with any of the sharp instruments she was using-she was definitely feeling the tension build. About 15 minutes into her work, she sighed, and put down her utensils as Billy Joel's "The Stranger" played. She sat back, taking my cock deep in her, sighed, then I felt her pussy get very wet, her face contorting as she came. I took her hands as her hips shook, and she looked down at me longingly.
"Sorry, I was trying to hold that off longer,"
I smiled at her, squeezing her hands in mine. "Don't apologize. That was the whole point of doing this, to have that happen while we were engaged in this most unusual way. That's the delight. I hope it happens more times." I looked at Kim, letting go of one hand so I could hold her face. "I hope I can hold off til you're done. I want this to last as long as we can make it. Then we can have a proper ending where we both can have our release."
Kim took my hand, pressing it to her cheek. "Hmmm, that would be nice." She smiled and kissed my hand. "But it would be kind of cool if you got where you just couldn't wait anymore, and came inside me totally without warning." I felt her moisten around me. "That would be hot, feeling your cum shooting into me, just because you couldn't stop it." she said in a loud whisper. My cock stiffened at the idea. "Wow, you got hard!!" said Kim, feeling my reaction to her comment.
"I like the way you think. I'm 62, and don't cum like I did when I was much younger, so I may not get there for a while yet. I kissed her hand. "But the idea of just blasting a load into you is exciting."
Kim smiled. "You never know." She winked. "Anything's possible." She smiled again, and took up her tools. Dire Straits' "Sultans of Swing" started playing. Fifteen minutes later, after more of Kim riding up and down on me, I released a long, slow, oozing load of cum. Not a full on orgasm, more like a big dribble of precum. Kim became a lot slipperier as my cum seeped from the head of my cock and lubed her as it ran down my shaft. "Ooh, I felt that," said Kim giggling at the hot feel of my semen flowing into her.
As she felt it filling her, she sat up, taking my leaking dick all the way to her cervix, her insides now well oiled with my cum. Her face screwed up, and I felt her pussy juice around me profusely, and she bit her forearm to stifle a cry of ecstasy. "Cherchez La Femme" by Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band started to play. Wow, this girl's really doing a deep dive on these 70's tunes. No wonder I like her so much.
It took a couple of minutes, but Kim finally regained her composure. In the meanwhile, I was enjoying the feel of her soaked pussy, now filled with my cum and her juices, and I could smell the aroma of our combined orgasmic sauce. Kim looked at me, beads of sweat on her face, but a satisfied look now that's she'd had the good cunt cum she'd been working toward for the last half hour.
"We need to get you finished," she said, smiling at me. "I'll never get your cleaning done at this rate, if you keep making me cum like that."
"Well, let's get me finished, then you can finish me," I teased.
"Almost there on both counts. All I have left is to polish you up..."
"I think you've been doing a great job of that already. Look what it's got you."
Kim moved up and down a couple of times, feeling the mess that was coating the inside of her pussy. "Yeah, I'll say!!" "With a Little Luck" by Paul McCartney played in the background.
