Going to the dentist was never something I enjoyed. I hate the sounds and the smells in the dentist’s office. Unfortunately, I had recently had some work done and was now back in the dentist’s office to have it checked and my teeth cleaned.
Everyone was always very friendly. Pam, the dental assistant, was gentle when it came to handling everything. She was always very pleasant to be around. And not too bad to look at. I bet she gets men hitting on her all the time. She’s about 5’4”, slim, good size chest and a smile that just makes you happy. Today, she seemed particularly happy and cheerful. I also noticed that her uniform was just a little tighter than normal. Every time she leaned over me, her chest nearly popped out.
My dentist, Dr. Bob, as he likes to be called, is another fascinating person in the office. He’s tall, probably close to 6’2”, very handsome with dark hair peppered with gray and the darkest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s older, probably in his mid-50’s, but still extremely attractive. I remember I was referred to him by one of my girlfriends and now I know why.
As I laid back in the chair, I realized I must be the last appointment of the day. It seemed that only Pam and Dr. Bob were left with me. As Pam came in, she told me to open wide and started to do the basic cleaning. Everytime she leaned forward, her brest would rub my arm. I found myself getting excited by this innocent touch. Her nipples were hard and I could feel them on my skin. I wanted to reach up and squeeze them, open her uniform and look at them.
When she was done, she told me Dr. Bob would be in in a moment. I sat back and tried to calm myself, relaxing. As Dr. Bob entered the room, I smiled and laid back again. He leaned over me and I felt him so close that I could smell him. He smelt like woods and vanilla. It was extremely erotic. I had let my arm dangle down the side of the chair and as Dr. Bob worked on my mouth, I felt his groin rub against me every once in a while. He was big. I could feel him growing under my hand each time. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it by accident or on purpose but I know he was getting as much excitement out of it as I was.
I noticed that as Dr. Bob worked, he kept looking down. I followed his gaze and saw where he was looking. Down my shirt. I had worn a push up lace bra today that barely held me in. Laying the way I was, my shirt was open and my breasts were clearly visible, my nipples poking out the top of my bra. Dr. Bob pushed his groin against me again. This time, I cupped my hand and groped him. He stopped and looked at me. I moved my hand slowly, massaging him through his pants and squeezing gently. He smiled and finished checking out my mouth. When he was done, he set all his tools down on the tray and pushed it to the side. He didn’t step back and I still had my hand on his growing groin.
I squeezed harder and he reached down, unzipping his pants. I slipped my hand inside and grabbed hold of his cock. He was huge and hard in my hand. As I jerked his cock, his hand pushed up under my skirt. When his fingers touched my wet panties, my breathing got quick and I pulled harder on his cock. His fingers slipped inside my panties and rubbed up and down my skit. My fingers wrapped tighter around the tip of his cock and pulled. He moaned and smiled at me, slipping a finger up inside me.
Dr. Bob pushed my skirt up and then pulled my panties down. He tossed them to the floor and then set back to fingering my moist pussy. The tip of his middle finger pushed against my clit, rubbing it in small circles. I moaned and pulled harder on his cock. I wanted to see him so I pushed his pants down and looked down at his cock. He was thick and the tip was throbbing. Again, I slipped my fingers around his shaft and massaged him up and down.
Dr. Bob had two fingers deep inside my tight pussy now, stroking them in and out faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm building. I moaned and arched up, pulling hard on his rod as my orgasm ripped through me. Dr. Bob smiled and lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.