I intentionally picked my Friday appointment online. I think I had left everything with Marin in a good place. But sometimes to be sure you have to avoid the person. Or so I thought. I made my appointment for 3:30pm this time. Hoping I will get my back adjusted.
I waited, not so patiently all week, and my appointment was finally here.
When I walked in, I saw Marin's smiling face over the top of the counter. She stood up and I saw she was wearing a blouse. I intentionally made an over-the-top sad face as I walked closer. Marin giggled loudly, knowing why I was making the face, and sat down. I leaned against the desk, we made small talk, and I saw no one was in the lobby.
Dr. Stone was here. But he was in a hurry. Or so Marin explained.
He whisked me to the back, quickly laid me on a table, and adjusted me. As I lay there recuperating, he made an excuse about being in a hurry. He put on his coat and left out the back door. Marin locked it behind him.
Dr. Stone told me to take my time getting up, I made another appointment with Marin, and she would lock up after I left. I was the last patient of the day.
After Marin locked the door I told her, 'Well it looks like you have to wait for me to leave. At least. That's how I understood it.'
Marin only rolled her eyes as she walked away.
I made my way out to the front desk and talked with Marin while she worked. She was doing paperwork, filing forms, and working on the computer as she chatted. She even walked around to the front door and locked it.
Odd. I was still inside. Why would she lock the door?
She then made a bunch of copies on the Xerox machine. It was a huge old type. A large glass top, a huge paper tray, and it opened on a large hinge to the left. I had a wicked idea.
'Hey Marin. Would you make a copy for me?' I asked.
Marin looked confused. She looked into my hands like I was going to show her a file or piece of paper.
'I seem to recall how beautiful you looked topless. Would you do me a favor, go lean over that machine, and make me a copy.' I requested.
Marin glared at me and stated, "Ugh. Boys only think about boobs."
She did not move, and I added, 'Well honestly. I am more of an ass man. I just didn't think it would be right of me to ask for you to sit on it and make me copy. I was going to wait a couple weeks before I asked for that.'
Marin laughed, she stood up, pulled off her top, and pressed her tits on the glass top. She then hit some buttons and a bright light swept over her naked tits. She pulled her top back on, picked up the grey copy of her boobs, and handed it to me.
I was mesmerized as I looked from it to her. She was blushing a bit as I asked her to write down her phone number. Marin hesitated but wrote it down. She held up the copy as I took a picture of it and her with my phone. It was held off to the side but showed her smiling face and blouse covering her tits. I then took the copy from her, dialed her phone number, and hit send. Her phone buzzed on the counter.
'Had to make sure you didn't give me a fake number.' I told her.
Marin smiled and tilted her head like she was thinking "really? You have seen me naked. You have naked pictures of me on your phone. Do you really think I would give you a fake phone number?"
She could say a lot with just a look.
'Would you like Chinese food again? Or Mexican?' I asked.
"I had planned on doing a HIT workout. Want to watch? And then we can eat." Marin stated. Smiling wide.
'Sure. I'm game.' I responded.
Marin stood up, began to walk down the hall, and was peeling off her clothes. First her blouse, then her bra, her pants, panties, and socks. It was a trail leading to her standing naked. I asked her to wait at the end of the hallway. I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple pictures of her and the clothes. She even posed against the door jamb, her arms overhead made her look even taller and thinner. 10 more pictures and poses and I was all set.
I followed her into the Chiro room. She grabbed a television remote and flipped through a program I had never seen.
"It's Apple fitness." Marin stated as she held up her wrist showing a black watch.
She selected a 20-minute workout, rolled out her yoga mat, and began to jump around. Her naked form was intoxicating. I sat next to her on the floor. Taking pictures up close, up angle, down angle, full body, ass shots, and some high-speed pictures of her jumping, kicking, and other motions.
I was having troubles hiding my boner from her as I moved around. I do not remember my pants being this tight last week.
In the end she wiped off her sweat, got dressed in a sports bra and shorts, and we climbed in my truck.
We went to my favorite Mexican Restaurant. Amigo's. Since we had not spent over an hour chatting at the Chiro like last time, we had more time to sit, eat chips, and chat at the restaurant. I learned Marin loved shrimp and seafood. The only problem was her father did not make a lot of money, feeding her plus 4 sisters was expensive, so she rarely ever got to eat seafood.
I told her to order anything and as much as she liked. Marin smiled and ordered some fried spicey oysters and a red shrimp dish. I had a burrito and lots of chips.
Marin was very happy with her food. Humming to herself, smiling at me, and she finished her food.
"So, what do I owe you for dinner?" Marin asked. Her eyes focused on me, looking down at her nose, and acting very serious.
'Hmm. I had never thought of dinner being a trade for something else. I'm not sure. You tell me.' I explained.
