My vision was the only thing on my mind when I walked into the optometrist's office for my annual checkup. I was more than overdue for my eye exam, but what I saw as soon as I opened the office door made me take a hard second look. And it wasn't because my eyes were bad; on the contrary, my vision is near perfect. No, what caused me to stare was the woman standing against the counter.
I saw immediately that she was wearing high heels and her legs were displayed all the way up to where her short skirt ended about four inches above her knees. She had one leg cocked in a half-suggestive way as she put her weight on the counter and wrote something in a medical file. Her well-toned calves gave away her penchant for workouts. Her black skirt was covered by a white, medical smock that reached only to mid-thigh and did nothing to hide a curvaceous butt. I could not see her face, but her auburn brown hair flowed perfectly to her shoulders.
I snapped out of my momentary stupor and walked over to the counter to check in with the receptionist. I was standing right next to the woman and before I could say anything to the receptionist, I smelled her scent, a delightful perfume that somehow seemed to match her persona. She must have felt me looking at her as she stopped writing, glanced up at me, and shifted slightly away from the counter, ostensibly to make room for me. Her perfect facial features were accented by thin, dark-framed glasses that made her blue eyes gleam. Her full, red lips broke into a warm smile and she said, "Good morning!" with a voice that was sexy and soothing at the same time.
"Uh... Hi. I'm Mike and I'm here for my eye appointment," I stammered as I glanced down at her silky smooth blouse with the top two buttons undone. The sides of her medical smock were pushed to the side by her generous chest. My dirty mind engaged as I envisioned a lace, half-bra straining under its load beneath the blouse. My eyes returned to hers, but not quickly enough as her expression changed and she looked down at the receptionist, indicating that I needed to check in with her. I knew I was busted, but what can I say - I can't help it if I'm attracted to natural beauty!
I shifted my gaze and checked in with the receptionist, verifying my name, address, date of birth, and insurance coverage. She typed something on a keyboard and the printer behind her fed a sheet of paper through. She reached back for the paper, put it on the counter in front of me and handed me a pen. As she leaned forward, my eyes shifted from her face to look right down her blouse. It, too, was unbuttoned at least two buttons and was covering another large set of tits held up by a low-cut, red bra. The thought that I must be at the entrance to heaven quickly came, and then her voice snapped me back into reality.
"Please sign here, Mike," she said looking directly at me as my eyes shifted up to her face. I took the pen from her and scribbled my name on the line. "Please have a seat. Melanie will be with you shortly," she continued as she handed the paper to the woman standing next to me. Melanie took the sheet of paper from the receptionist, glanced up at me and smiled again, and continued her writing.
Awkwardly, I looked around the room for a chair and then sat down so that I was looking straight at Melanie. Her stance seemed to thrust her butt out directly at me, but I convinced myself that it was only me wishing that it was so. Still...
Presently Melanie finished writing, closed the folder, handed it to the receptionist, said something, and turned around. I didn't have to shift my gaze as I had been blatantly staring at her the entire time I was sitting. Her tits shifted as she turned causing small circles to be traced under her silk blouse. It was as if they were yelling to me "Here we are! Look at us! Aren't we something?!"
I stood up as she walked over to me, extended her right hand, and said "Hi, Mike. I'm Melanie. Come with me and we'll begin your exam." I shook her hand. It was warm with just the right amount of firmness. She stepped to one side and motioned me toward a hallway. "Right this way. Second door on the right."
I went down the hall and turned into the second open door on the right. It was a typical vision examining room. The big chair for the patient, a wheeled stool for the Dr., some big apparatus hanging down from the ceiling at the side of the big chair, and a counter filled with stuff along the wall. The window shades were drawn shut and the soft carpeting muffled any sounds. I did notice something different about this room, though. A full size, leather sofa was against the wall opposite from the exam position. I stopped in the middle of the room. Melanie closed the door firmly, reached over, and dimed the lighting.
"Please sit down, Mike," she directed. "And we'll get started with some paperwork."
I sat down in the big chair and she sat down on the stool and turned on a light above the counter. She hooked the heel of one shoe on the stool rail about a foot off the floor. This caused her skirt to slide up exposing more of her legs. Even in the dim lighting I could see her legs as they seemed to spread apart automatically. I had to force my eyes up as she began to ask questions about my vision history and general health.
My file was on the counter and as she made notes on it, she would swivel on the stool with her legs almost under the counter, then back toward me. Each time she turned, it seemed as if her skirt rode up a little higher. Finally, with all the preliminary questions asked and answered, she put her pen down and turned the stool back toward me. I could swear her skirt was halfway up her thighs. She turned off the counter lamp and suddenly the room was darkened. The only light in the room was that leaking through the closed blinds and the l-e-d on/off indicators on the instruments.
"O.K. Let's see if you can read these letters," she said as she turned on the projector to display the eye chart on the opposite wall. "Read the top line, Mike."
"O.K. F-U-C-K-M-E." I think I said what was on my mind.
"Ah... That's not all correct. Why don't you try the second line?"
"O.K., let's see. B-I-G-T-I-T-S," I said advancing my fantasy somewhat surreptitiously.
"Hmmmm... Those aren't correct either. Let's try this one," she replied as she dialed another eye chart apparently unaware of my intentional mistakes.
"Oh, that's better," I said deciding that I would follow the protocol. "L-D-R-P-C-M."
"Good," she followed, relieved that I could read the 20/50 line correctly. "Now this line," she said as she highlighted another set of letters.
"W-O-Y-F-G-K," I answered correctly.
"Excellent. That's 20/20 which is what we expected. Now I'm going to check for any abnormalities." She scooted the stool directly in front of me with my legs between her legs. "Just a little closer," she said as she reached up for the handle of an instrument that she pulled down in front of my face. She moved the stool closer and I could feel the inside of her legs contact my knees. I moved my knees apart slightly. She didn't move her legs, but continued to position the instrument. I reached my right hand up and touched her arm.
"Oh, excuse me," I said pretending it was inadvertent.
"Oh, that's O.K." she said.
She had both her hands up on either side of the instrument making adjustments. I could tell she was less than an arm's length away from me.
I reached out with both hands and placed them inside her medical smock. Before she could say anything, I promptly moved my hands up and lightly grasped each of her tits.
"Excuse me," was her response.
"Oh, that's O.K., Melanie. You're a professional. Just continue with the exam."
"Will you please remove your hands?" she asked, intending for me to take my hands off her tits.
However, I had other plans. I squeezed her tits harder.
I felt her upper body slump slightly and thought I heard a faint moan.
"Mike, please..." she began to plead.
"Melanie," I interrupted. "Continue with the exam," I replied with a firm voice as I squeezed her tits.
"I... Uh... I don't know if I can..."
"Sure you can," I encouraged her. "You were adjusting this instrument." I began to gently, but firmly, knead her tits. This time I definitely heard her moan. She squirmed slightly under my hands. I took that as a good sign.
"Go ahead. Continue the exam," I instructed. "Move closer."
"Uh..."
I felt her legs spread apart as she moved the stool closer to the big chair. My knees were now pushing against the upper part of the inside of her legs. I could almost see her legs spread wide and her skirt bunched up just above her pussy.
"Mike, I can't seem... Oh, god..."
I was pinching her nipples through her blouse and bra. With one hand I began to unbutton her blouse.
