Generally I hate going to the doctor. It can be so dehumanizing. I love life, and having my vitals checked by complete strangers really sucks everything right out of me.
I think Dr. Hernandez has the only medical office I enjoy visiting. It isn't perfect, but Maribel always manages to lift my spirits, and she leaves me in a better mood than when I arrived.
Maribel is certainly a beautiful lady, with kind green eyes and a gorgeous smile. Her attractiveness goes beyond the physical, though. It's the sincere way she listens while looking intently at me. My answers seem to matter to her on a human level.
Our conversations never last more than five minutes, but I always feel so alive talking to her. I have never tried to fool myself, though. Maribel seems to have a beautiful smile for everyone.
All that said, I have started to take a deeper interest in Maribel over the past year. Of course, my wife leaving me for her best friend certainly had to have something to do with this new found interest I had.
In reality, I haven't liked this change of feelings within me. Conversation with Maribel has become stilted. Worst of all, though, I actually started to get aroused during my last visit. We were talking about my change in weight, and I started letting my eyes wander to Maribel's own attractive distribution of weight.
Specifically, I was caught staring at tanned breasts that were struggling to emerge from an overly tight v-neck blouse. Our eyes met, and hers seemed to grow immediately cold and hard. She quickly said, "Dr. Hernandez will be with you in a moment," and exited before I could respond.
I don't remember much of that visit, but I know I snuck out the back door after seeing the doctor.
In spite of all this, only a few nights went by before I found myself fantasizing again. Alone in my house, cocktail in hand and lonely, Maribel took over all of my thoughts. I could clearly see her full Latin lips, bright red and pouting in a teasing way. Her long raven black hair cascaded down her broad, but sexy shoulders.
My cocked throbbed, as I envisioned Maribel's green eyes looking into my soul, inviting me to come to her. I touched myself, and started gliding my hand across my dick, as I imagined Maribel unzipping her tight nurse's smock.
My breathing slowed and deepened, as I thought of her breasts all but exploding at the freedom they were now offered.
"Muy bonita..." I whispered throatily, and Maribel threw back her head and laughed a rich, deep, lusty laugh.
Her perfect teeth and sensuous tongue grabbed my imagination, but only briefly as in my mind she ran her hands slowly across her boobs and then opened the front clasp of her bra. Deep, brown, hard, tits spilled down to her stomach.
I wanted this woman. I lusted for her, but that lust grew from something deeper, a hunger for intimacy with a truly kind woman. In spite of the lubricating alcohol, my fantasy slipped away, and I grew embarrassed in spite of being alone. I had no chance, I thought in self-pity.
My dick continued to ache into the evening, though. Finally, I gave in and spent over two hours watching porn, stroking my tits and cock, and then eventually shooting hard blasts of cum across my chest.
I tried to put Maribel out of my mind, but it was difficult. Then, two nights later while driving home in the rain my life changed. As I turned the corner, about a block from home, I almost crashed into a very large, very soaked woman.
Slamming on the brakes, I got ready to apologize, when the woman flipped me off. It had been a tough week, and something immediately snapped inside of me.
I jumped out of the car, into the rain, and shouted, "What the fuck? I am sorry, but you were in the middle of the goddamm road!"
Just as our eyes locked in anger, and just as I was noticing her tears and feeling like a shit, Maribel threw back her head and gave me that beautiful laugh.
I was so embarrassed, and in the midst of this, I had a humiliating flashback. Simply put, it involved me playing with myself while fantasizing about this very wet goddess.
Then everything changed. The air took on a new feel, and Maribel's eyes were kind again. I melted emotionally.
I started to stutter something about giving her a ride, but I don't remember the conversation.
I do remember taking a shocking visual inventory of Maribel's visual assets. In spite of the rain, and chilly evening air, Maribel was wearing a day-glo green party skirt with black polka dots. It had a low, low ruffled neckline, and her breasts were jiggling their way over the top as she laughed uproariously.
Maribel's slutty excuse for evening wear stopped just somewhere south of her ass. Her garter belts were exposed a few inches above where they connected to fishnet hosiery. Deep brown flesh spilled over everywhere.
I guess I had never before noticed how big she really was, but her thighs spilled over the top of her hose, and her meaty arms tightly filled the cap sleeves of her dress. I figured she had to weigh over 200 lbs, and she was definitely under 5'10".
Unkind people would call Maribel a fat woman. I wouldn't, but it has nothing to do with chivalry. My pants ached, as I realized that not only was Maribel a beautiful soul, she was my fantasy. I realized I absolutely needed to hold those thighs, caress them, and then strive to pleasure this woman any way she desired.