I had taken the day off to run errands and catch up on things around the house. The only scheduled appointment was to have my teeth cleaned. My hygienist is tremendously sexy and really makes the experience wonderful. Even though insurance doesn't cover this, it is one healthcare item I never complain about - thanks to her. I arrived at her office, for a late afternoon appointment. Normally, I wear a suit, but today I was in shorts, sports shirt and flip flops. Very casual for me, but it is my day off. I am 45, 5'9, 155 white male. Very well educated, articulate, successful and keep myself in pretty good shape for my age. My salt n pepper hair gives away my age, but other than that, I still look and feel like I am 35.
When I arrive at the office and sign in, I can tell something is up. A few minutes later, the receptionist calls me to the counter and explains to me that I am there on the wrong day. I explained to her that I am certain, I must have mistakenly put the appointment down incorrectly in my pda, but since I had taken the day off was there anyway they could work me in. A few minutes later, she returned and asked if I could come back at 6 and Mrs. T, the hygienist would work me in after her last appointment. I was thrilled. I decided to walk across the street to a small pub and have a drink, relax and wait.
At six, the office was empty. I noticed that they closed at 6 and I thought to myself, that she was working over just for me. When I stepped in, the receptionist explained to me that Mrs. T was working me in after hours and wanted to make sure it was OK with me - if the Doctor checked me first, because he had a meeting to attend. I was grateful to be worked in and willing to comply with whatever.
Just then she stepped out to greet me. WOW, I had forgotten how incredibly sexy she is. She is 5'7, wonderfully toned, she must be a runner. Her breast are deliciously perky in those scrubs and they accentuate her perfect ass. The best part was her million dollar smile, incredible white teeth and piercing blue eyes. She called me by my first name, Jake and told me how wonderful it was to see me again. As I followed her back, it seemed as though she was not wearing any underwear. If so, it had to be a sexy thong because there was no panty line disrupting the perfect view of the most perfect ass. She asked me why I was so casual, and I kidded her that I had taken the day off just to be with her. Well it was partially true.
She blushed and in her perfect southern drawl said, "Why thank you SIR!"
Damn, this stirred me deep. Was she flirting with me? Once I was in the chair, adjusted and positioned in a position of submission to this Goddess, the dentist stepped in and hurriedly checked me. They talked some foreign medical language and he said Mrs. T was going to take great care of me and assured me that everything looked great and stepped out.
She then made some chatty small talk with me as I became lost in her dreamy blue eyes. She walked over to get something from her pocket book and moved it to the counter beside me. As she sat it down, it flipped over and the book, "Fifty Shades of Grey" fell out along with a pocket vibrator. I thought she was going to faint! She walked over very professionally, and put them back in and returned to me.
I guess the liquid courage was working, because that stir in my stomach had moved to my cock. I was semi hard, thinking about this Goddess, Southern Belle reading Mommy Porn. Very good mommy porn at that. The girls in my office had been raving about the book for weeks, so I downloaded it onto my I pad and finished it in two days. I could not let this go unnoticed.
"So you are readying about Anastasia being used by Christian in the Red Room?" She was beat red now.
She said, "OMG you have read the book? You must be the only man in the world that has read it. I have been begging my husband for months to read it." She then locked eyes with me, very seriously and asked, "What did you think about it?"
"Well honestly I loved it, every pornographic detail of it. This book has opened up the imagination of women like you who have been shut down for years sexually." And then, I smiled a real devious smile and locked eyes with her.
She said, "this cleaning my take a while, how much time do you have?" I responded, "All night."
She placed her hand on my cock and grabbed it. I was of course, rock hard. She then nervously asked me to excuse her for a second. Then she left. My mind was racing. Did I cross the line. Is she going to have me thrown out? Oh SHIT, what have I done? A few minutes later she walked in and turned to overhead off. I could hear her voice, but laying back in the chair I could not see her.
