My story begins at a doctor's office where I have chosen to seek help for some minor depression issues. The doctor is a woman. She is good looking and very fit but it is hard to tell under the baggy get up. I tell her of my low self esteem and lethargic tendencies.
"Do you know the cause of your low self esteem?" she asks.
"Well I've been in recovery for alcohol abuse. I don't feel like I have much to offer. Since it has left me down and out and broke." I replied.
"You're good looking," she smiled, "I'm sure you must have lots of girls hitting on you."
"Yeah, but I am too shy to act on their advances. And like I say, I don't have much means to sweep them off their feet."
"What do you think it takes to make a good impression?" she asked.
"Well a good job and nice car to start, and you know, just knowing how to treat them well." I replied.
"I'm sure you know how to treat them well," she said while winking at me.
She had beautiful green eyes. Her face was gentle with a dazzling smile. I quickly gazed back down as our eyes met and portrayed a façade of deep thought. I stared at her feet. She was wearing tennis shoes with blue scrubs. I noticed the tan smooth skin above her sock line. She sat across from me and had her legs crossed. Her left foot was rocking back and forth. While I secretly admired her beauty hidden underneath the boring blue fabric she interrupted my thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"Oh, uh nothing," I replied. I tried hard to think of something to say but I couldn't exactly tell her my thoughts were consumed with visions of voluptuous curves and bronze skin underneath her clothes.
"I see," she paused. I swear for a moment I think she stared directly at my pants. I had buried my wrist to conceal the hard on she was giving me. "Well, I'm going to give you some medicine that will hopefully get your thoughts back on track. Come back next week and tell me how you are doing."
I thought it was odd she didn't prescribe me any medicine but rather just freely gave me a container of pills with some generic name on them. I decided it was no matter.
I thanked her and left the office went straight to the restroom to relieve my aching erection. Stroking a few times I decided this is not the place. I washed my hands and took the first pill.
It was three days later when I first noticed a change. I felt happier. My mood was improved. I couldn't wait to see Dr. Marissa on Tuesday. I immediately pictured her in my mind. I tried to imagine her wearing tight jeans so that I could see the full form of her legs and admire what I knew had to be a delightfully round and firm rear end. I lowered my hand to start what I thought would be just a routine.
But something was wrong. Pulling on my flaccid penis I began to panic. This was not like me. I was a raging pervert; I loved to jerk off everyday. Today was different. I pulled up some saved pictures on my computer in hopes they would inspire my friend to play his part. But to no avail. After 20 minutes I gave up and decided it was just not my day and tomorrow would be different.
My phone rang at 9:00 am awakening me. "Hello?" I said groggily.
"Hello is this Mr. Holmes?" the lady on the phone asked.
I knew the voice, it was Marissa. "Yes, is that you Dr. Saza?"
"Yes, sorry to call you on a Saturday but something has come up and I need to reschedule our next appointment."
"Oh," was all I could say before she went on.
"Anyway how about the following Tuesday?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah, uh same time?" I asked. I was uneasy about last nights events but there was no way I could bring up something like that to such a beautiful woman."
"Yes, that will be wonderful, thank you for understanding."
I hardly understood, but what could I say.
"Is everything going okay, has the medication helped?"
"Yes, but it might be too early to tell." Seizing the opportunity I asked, "Is everything okay with you? I mean are you going out of town?" I stuttered on my words wanting to kick myself for acting such a fool.
She laughed, "Yes, Chris, everything is fine. A friend is stealing me away for a week. It has been a while since I've had any fun."
The tone of her voice led me to believe she was hinting at something, but I was still yet to dumb to know exactly what that thing was. Once again I felt the urge to at least resituate would had to be an oncoming erection. I was let down once again.
"Oh, okay, I understand. I hope you have a good time."
"Thanks, bye." And she hung up.
She gave me no chance to say goodbye, and I was just beginning to wonder if the new medicine had something to do with my condition. Yet now I had to wait ten days to find out. I was frustrated yet enthralled that I had spoken to the person who was quickly becoming a permanent fixture in my everyday thinking.
I continued to take the medicine, I was feeling absolutely great. I was very productive at work. I found myself socializing with a few female coworkers I had normally been to shy to approach. I hadn't even thought much of it until Friday afternoon Monika had invited me to join her and her friends. She went on about the details. It was at that moment I came crashing back to reality. I did not have one important thing to offer her if assuming I had become lucky enough to have the chance.
I told her I had parents coming in for the weekend. That's all I could come up with off the top of my head, no pun intended. I did manage to keep it believable and left the door open for hopefully another time. I can't recall the numerous times I caught myself fixated on her lovely ass. And now I had a chance to get close to it. I had to see the doctor and right away.
