Pat felt the anxiety growing in his gut as he walked slowly along the low lit corridor, leading to suite 315. He was trying to prolong his arrival as long as possible.
At the sweet age of thirty three, he was still apprehensive about dental appointments.
Creeping along he thought he smelled the all too familiar scent of alcohol and antiseptics. Looking up, sure enough, the bold numbers 3 1 5 were displayed in large tiles on the door.
Pat reached for the handle as his hand shook uncontrollably. He laughed inside at what his buddies would think of him if they could see him now, trembling at the thought of sitting in a hard, cold dental chair with his mouth gaping wide open, at the mercy of some fanatical dentist.
Pat's mind always went wild during his dental appointments, why should today be any different?
Gripping the door handle, taking a last deep breathe, Pat slowly pushed his way inside.
"Hello there," sounded angelically beyond the frosted window at the counter.
"Was that a recording, triggered to go off when the door opens?" Pat thought with an audible laugh as he walked to the counter to check-in.
"I hope you're not laughing at me." The cute little assistant said softly, rising to her feet.
A big smile flushed over Pat's face as he answered, "Oh no...not at you. Your hello there sounded like a recording was all."
Pat couldn't believe he just said that.
"Oh, it's all right. You're not the first patient to say that." She offered with a giggle. "It's 3 o'clock. You must be Patrick Gibbons."
"Yep. Sure am." Pat answered as his eyes surveyed the girl's small frame while she gathered papers together, affixing them to a clipboard. "Got a name?" he asked as she handed him the board.
"It's Sydney," she answered with a blush, brushing her long blonde hair back over her left shoulder.
"Pretty name." Pat smiled, taking the paperwork and turning to find a seat.
"If you'd just fill those out completely and bring them back to me when you are finished, I'll bring you in then," she said with a wink.
Pat's mind was wandering as he tried to concentrate on the questions he was supposed to answer. He could hear Sydney's voice as she answered the telephone. She sounded like an angel. Pat knew he would be in good hands today!
When Sydney finished her telephone conversation she rose from her desk and walked out of view. Pat was hurriedly answering the questions, scribbling his responses. He was so intent he hadn't noticed the door had opened and Sydney was standing beside him.
"All finished?" Her voice sounded.
Pat jumped with a start as his face flushed.
"It's all right Patrick. Trust me. I'll take good care of you. I promise." She added taking the clipboard from him.
"You can call me Pat if you want, all my friends do." Pat said, standing up.
"If you wish." Sydney answered. "Want to follow me?" She added, leading the way through the waiting room, into the office and into the first operatory.
"Nice office." Pat commented for lack of something better to say.
He was watching her cute little ass swaying from side to side as she walked but he certainly didn't want to comment on that!
Sydney stopped in the doorway of the examining room, motioning for Pat to come inside.
As Pat walked in, he brushed against Sydney's ample breast. A lone tingle raced through his body as his thoughts went wild.
Suddenly he envisioned this little angel, topless, working over him. Those big, beautiful breasts were waving across his chest as she placed those little cardboards in his mouth to take x-rays of his teeth. Her nipples were dark and full and erect. He felt the strain in his groin as his member began to swell with excitement.
"Go ahead and have a seat," Sydney said, startling him from his thoughts.
Pat sat down in the chair as she lowered the arm, confining him in place.
Smiling, Sydney walked to the counter to get a bib. She looked back over her should to see Pat adjusting in the chair. Her mind was also reeling.
Pat was a handsome guy with a bald head and a neatly trimmed goatee. He was dressed casually in a sports team t-shirt and blue jeans. It was the bulge in his jeans that caught Sydney's attention when he took his seat.
With a clipped bib in hand she came around to the side of the chair. Draping the paper across Pat's chest she fastened the far end with the clip.
"There you go," she said sweetly, stepping back to observe her handiwork.
"Thanks," Pat said lowering his hands to his lap, trying to cover the growing bulge in his groin.
"The Doctor should be here in a minute to have a look, then I'll be back to take some x-rays." Sydney said as she left the room.
Pat sat in silent agony. His mind was racing. His groin was aching. His hands were sweating as he closed his eyes. Images of Sydney, naked and wanton flooded his thoughts as he settled into the comfortable darkness of the contoured chair.
"Good afternoon Mr. Gibbons," came a sultry voice from beside him.
"Am I dreaming?" Pat thought as he tried to open his eyes.
Suddenly, a soft hand was pressing gently into his right shoulder.
"Relax, Mr. Gibbons. I won't bite you. You can open your eyes."
Pat opened his eyes to find Sydney perched on a stool beside him.
