I've just returned from the dentist surgery and for the first time ever I came out into the snowy weather, feeling better than how I went in there. Dentists are one of my pet hates, alongside thunderstorms and spiders. The feeling of being absolutely shit scared is not a feeling I like.
The receptionist called my name and I reluctantly lifted my bruised arse off the seat. A bruised arse I hear you question. Yesterday it was snowing and my daughters had a snow day so I decided to take them sledging, hence the bruises. Anyway, back to the dentist surgery. I climbed the steep staircase to the dreaded room. I hate it with a passion. Always have done and I always will. The big black chair, leather I think, sat dominantly in the centre of the room. My dentist and I exchanged the usual pleasantries. He knows what I'm like and ignored my feelings about him. He knows it's professional and not personal!
I looked to my right and saw a middle aged woman looking through my records. She wasn't the same assistant as normal. How do I know? Normally it's my Aunts sister-in-law, who is a little younger than the woman that now stands beside me. The woman wasn't attractive at all. I wouldn't even call her plain. She was just unattractive full stop. What I did notice in the fleeting moment between setting my eyes on her and being ushered to the chair was that she was dressed rather sexily. She had black shoes on with a heel between two or three inches high. Her legs were shapely under a pair of black nylons. As my eyes rose to her knees there was still no sign of a hemline. Up they went over her knees and sitting about three inches above them was a black skirt. She turned to walk away to the counter and the slit at the side parted, giving me a tantalising view of her stocking top. My pulse raced. It powered through my fear of what was about to happen in that chair.
I sat in the chair and tried not to stare so openly at the woman, but the feeling between my thighs was becoming more evident as I heard her heels tapping on the floor. She pushed the trolley with the tray of attachments for drills, probes and polishers, to where the dentist was seated to the right of me. I leant back and rested my head on the cushioned headrest of the chair. The woman had positioned herself further back but still in my view from the position I was in. She sat on a swivel chair, and slowly lifted her left leg over her right knee. Although I couldn't see her right foot she must have been moving it because the chair was swaying from left to right.
By now my dentist had begun to work on my teeth. I knew he had the injection ready but my attention was firmly on the glimpse of stocking top as the woman teasingly moved back and forth on her chair. My dentist's voice broke my stare by telling me the injection was over with and now I had to wait a minute or two for the numbness to set in. I really must have been caught up with the woman because I never felt the needle penetrate my gum. I looked back at her and she smiled at me then licked her lips, before turning the chair to face the window. My eyes fell again as her skirt rose a little more. For the first time I heard her voice. She mentioned how beautiful outside looked with the snow gently cascading from the dark and gloomy sky. With the numbing to my mouth progressing I had to agree, although the view of the falling white flakes outside was not at the forefront of my mind.
