Over a period of years visiting the same dental clinic, I have garnered a special relationship with Marla, one of the hygienists. When I call for a dental cleaning, I always schedule it late in the day, and usually I am the last patient of the day, and I request Marla.
Marla uses the room furthest from the entrance and lobby, and often at the end of the day, the last person engaged in their function is the person to secure the office and lock up. This arrangement works perfectly for what Marla and I do.
Marla is a 48 year old black woman, happily married for the most part, but she is flirtatious and to my surprise, quite bold and adventurous. She has large breasts which seem out of proportion for her slender body. Her blue scrubs literally hang from her breasts like a tent.
The first time she cleaned my teeth, Marla leaned so close that her breast was against my cheek. Feeling her pressing her breast against my face, and the soft scent of her perfume added to my arousal and I soon sported quite a boner. It was quickly obvious to her as she began to clean my teeth.
"Is that what I think it is in your pants, Mr. Norman?"
"Yes, I'm sorry but you smell so good and with your breast against my cheek, I couldn't help myself."
"That's very flattering. Will you do me a little favor before we continue?"
"Of course!"
"Just read one of the magazines while I take care of something and I'll be back shortly to finish."
"That might be a good idea; I'll try to calm down."
She smiled and then left the room. I read one of the magazines and she returned in about twenty minutes.
"It's close to closing time, and I arranged for the receptionist to lock the front door when she leaves. I'll turn off the lights and turn on the security when you I leave."
Marla resumed her function, working the water pick around in my mouth and frequently allowing me to spit. In a little while, we heard the receptionist call that she was leaving. Then Marla gave me the surprise of my life.
She slipped the one piece blue scrub off, over her head. Her breasts nearly spilled out of her lacy black bra. I had never seen such beautiful cleavage, and I started getting hard. She made no attempt to go find her other clothing.
"Pull it out," she said softly.
"What?" I asked, shocked.
"Your dick. Pull it out and let me watch you play with it."
"Marla, aren't you married?" I asked.
"Do you want to play with it while you feel my titties, or not?"
I quickly unbuckled my belt and slid my pants and boxers down around my knees. As I laid back in the reclined chair again, Marla stood in place by the chair and began scraping my teeth with her sharp instruments.
Her breast was so soft and she smelled so sexy, I was hard in no time. I was embarrassed to have a woman watch me masturbate, but I was turned on by this woman who was wearing only a bra and panties while she cleaned my teeth.
I had barely begun to stroke myself, but I closed my eyes. I envisioned sliding my cock through that sweet dark cleavage she had just showed me. I would have moaned if my mouth had not been wide open.
"You know, my panties seem awfully tight. Would you mind pulling them down a little bit for me?" She asked.
She took the instrument out of my mouth and stood there calmly as I peeled her panties down to her mid thigh. Her mound was buried in dark seemingly wet pubic hair. I gasped, and it startled her.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
