"Holy shit!" he murmured as he watched her cross the street. His light was red; hers was green. Ample but perky, he thought to himself, Hardly a hint of bounce as she strutted across the intersection. He had a death grip on the wheel; his cock twitched between his legs.
Very perky tits he thought to himself. Very perky indeed. In his line of work he had seen more than his share and these were damned near perfect.
Ms. Perky turned her head his way giving him a sly and promising smile. Her blond hair glimmered like a halo in the morning sun. The mini skirt and high-heeled mules gave her legs length they didn't really have; it all worked together exceptionally well.
"Goodness!" he whispered to no one in particular as her fine young hips sauntered by his window, her behind swaying in perfect harmony with her gait. He sighed. Great ass. Fucking perfect ass! High, tight and round...the perfect bubble. It had been too long since he'd had his hands on a butt of that caliber. What he wouldn't give...
Ever since his wife gave birth to their third child two years ago, she had been putting on the pounds. Once a sexy young woman, Cheryl was now a voluptuous ---fat---middle aged mother of three.
He loved his wife; he was sure of that fact. Being pushed away every time he hugged her---every time he caressed her too close to her sagging breasts---had become downright depressing. He missed the intimacy...the warmth. He needed to get laid in the worst possible way.
If the sight of a cute college girl in a mini skirt with astoundingly perky boobs and a killer caboose gave him a hard on, maybe he needed therapy. No! There was nothing remotely clinical about his physical and emotional reaction to the little hottie. He was sick and tired of jerking off. He needed to get fucked---soon.
The blare of the horn from the impatient driver behind him brought him back to reality. The light had only just turned green. Rather than flipping the ass hole off he just smiled, waved and mouthed, "sorry". His dick was still too damned hard to get angry at some poor bastard who was probably just late for work. Eric drove the few yards left to reach his office and parked.
He didn't feel like working today. Fridays were always fully booked. He would have rather been on a golf course---or nestled comfortably between his blond heroine's firm young thighs. He would spend most of the day looking at and standing between thighs; none promised to be young or firm.
"Good morning Dr. Lloyd." His curly-haired receptionist---perm or natural, he had always wondered--- greeted him as she handed him the files for the day. Eric gave her a quick nod and a smile, brushed aside the lewd thoughts he often had when he saw her each morning and rushed into his office.
Fucking wonderful, he thought to himself. My first appointment is in fifteen minutes. Not enough time to jerk off. He regretted that fact. By the end of the day he wouldn't be able to visualize anything but a string of remarkably unattractive women who were his patients. He looked at the first file. Mrs. Johnson 41, annual checkup, PAP smear... the usual routine.
Eric loved being a doctor; it had been his childhood dream and he had worked very hard to get here. Lately he had been losing interest---in damned near everything. He blamed it on his lack of pussy. He'd even considered an escort service. If his young secretary's skirts got any shorter he might just bend her over the desk and fuck her brains out. She flirted; she'd love to bag an MD. She'd probably let him.
He tidied his desk, slipped on his lab coat, grabbed his stethoscope and went to the waiting room to greet Mrs. Johnson as another day began.
Greetings, general questions, updates, weigh in, reflex checks, eyes, ears, throat, re-explanation of the importance of breast self examination---as the breasts are being examined--- vulva and vagina exam, often a rectal, certainly a PAP smear, fix a next appointment, say goodbye. Wash your hands, rinse and repeat for the next eight damned hours.
It was five past five. His last patient was late. He looked at her empty file once again and sighed. This was her first visit and she was late...fuck! He didn't deal with lateness well. His receptionist knew he was not a happy doctor. She carefully peeked her pretty little head through his office door.
"Yes, you can go, Susan. It is after five after all."
She quickly replied. "Have a nice week end!" Or something to that effect as she scampered out of the office before giving him a chance to change his mind. Hot date, he mused. Somebody was going to get lucky; certainly it wouldn't be Eric.
The front door opened again ten minutes later. Eric hurried to greet his patient. His heart almost leapt out of his chest. It was blondie-tight-ass from early that morning. No, no, no, that was wrong. Tight ass sounded too pejorative. It was blondie, absolutely-fucking incredible-astounding-perfect ass! And soon he'd have the distinct pleasure of examining it up close and personal.
"Dr. Lloyd?" She asked with a faint European accent. He nodded and invited her to follow him into his office.
"I am so sorry I am late! I took a summer job and there was a lot of work to do today and I had to stay until the very end of my shift." She blabbered on, but the voice was absolutely angelic so Eric really didn't mind.
Being a doctor isn't such a bad job after all, he thought to himself. Such a pretty young thing and it was his job---his sworn responsibility---to carefully examine all of her private parts with great care. The thought stirred an instant and highly unprofessional reaction in his own private parts. Christ, he never got a boner looking at naked women in his office---it's what he did for a living for God's sake! He must be a lot farther over the edge than he had imagined.
"This is your first visit, isn't it?" he asked Blondie.
She nodded and started blabbering again. "Yes, I had to find a new doctor since I just moved to this country with my father. Oh I came here before, but only to visit. So a friend of one of my father's coworkers' wife is one of your patients and recommended you to me."
She sat in the leather chair in front of his desk and crossed her legs. The skimpy piece of denim she was wearing rode up her slender thigh. No stockings...no panty hose. That rare woman that just doesn't need 'em. His cock responded again as he glanced up at her breasts; her nipples were clearly displayed through the thin fabric of her blue halter top.
She shivered and crossed her arms, giggling. "The air conditioning...I'm always cold with it!"
He chuckled for the first time all day. She was vivacious, pretty and sexy. He was about to see her naked. This might just be the perfect ending to what had otherwise been a boring day.
She looked at him at him with her big, hazel, doe eyes, waiting for him to ask the usual first visit questions. Amazing eyes...a stunning face...wow.
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
Goodness! No wonder her breasts were so perky, he thought to himself. They just don't know any other way to be at that age.
"Are you sexually active?"
She giggled before answering. "Yes."
"Do you have a regular partner?"
She brought the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and grinned, almost embarrassed. "Well, I have multiple partners. I do use condoms and take the pill."
Multiple partners? He thought so. Hoped so. You sexy little slut. "Which pill?"
"Alesse. No other medication."
"Do you masturbate?" He couldn't believe what he just asked her. That was not part of the normal first visit questionnaire.
She giggled again. His cock twitched again. "Yes, I do."
She spoke freely about her sexual history and her biological functions. It turned him on. She was so open...so comfortable talking about her body...and what she did with it. He was so turned on that he was about to ask her even more inappropriate questions.
"How do you do it?"
She frowned and looked at him. "I guess you doctors here in America are not working the same way as in Europe... I never got asked that before!"
He tried to keep a straight face as thoughts of police officers barging in his office on Monday crossed his mind. To his relief she shrugged and answered his question.
"I usually start by playing with my breasts, you know, caressing and kneading, rubbing my thumbs across my nipples, or making small circles with my palms on them."
She licked her lips, moving her hands in front her breasts as if she was re-living one of her masturbatory sessions in her head. Eric inhaled deeply and pretended to write something in her file. His mind had turned to mush.
"Go on." He said, his raging hard on slowly swelling in his slacks.
"Umm... I... well it's never the same Doctor Lloyd! I mean, it depends on my mood. I will sometimes insert fingers or a dildo inside me... sometimes I will play with my asshole... but I always end up rubbing my clitoris with a finger. That's the easiest way for me to get off, I mean climax."
"Do you masturbate often?" Oh my! He couldn't believe she was answering his questions---let alone that he was even asking them.
"I don't know what you mean by often. I masturbate at least three or four times a day."
I should stop he thought to himself. Her willingness to answer all of his indiscreet and inappropriate questions aroused him. He pushed on into new territory.
"What about your G-spot? Have you found it?"
She giggled at his question and answered it as if he just asked her what time it was. "I did. But I never climaxed from having it stimulated."
That's enough, Eric, you're way over the line here. Move on with the exam and try your hardest to be more appropriate. Hardest...hard...he was rock hard.
"Good. Why don't you get undressed and we'll start the physical exam."
She frowned. He should have given her a paper robe and pulled the little green curtain so that she could have some privacy. It was getting too hard to think straight; it was painfully hard. Fuck it. All he wanted was to see her naked.
To his surprise and delight she stood and walked to the examination table. I'd play with your asshole too, dear, if you'd let me, he thought as she turned around. What a behind...absolutely world class and professional grade. He was sweating in spite of the air conditioning.
His mind was playing tricks on him; was she deliberately stripping for him? Most women undressed in a doctor's office either with a hint of embarrassment or at worst in a very matter of fact way that said, I want to be done with this. Why else would she be slowly hooking her fingers around the waist band of her jeans mini skirt, arching her back and sliding her skirt over her round little buns?
And what was with the g-string? Right above her alluring little rear crevice was a heart-shaped jewel which held the black strings together. As he realized that he would soon have his hands on that tight little back door his cock twitched. God I hope she didn't see that.
