Doctors Orders Pt 02 1

My hours were weird at the gym. I guess that's what you'd expect from a part time job. Four hours here, six hours there. Just whatever they told me to work. Today was 8 to Noon. Not too bad for a Friday really, I had my afternoon wide open. I got to work the front desk which was actually really nice. I could've been stuck at the snack bar making shakes or folding towels in the laundry. This was...not too bad. People walk in, scan their key cards, and they're on their way. I just have to make sure the face matches the picture that pops up on the screen.

This wasn't your ordinary gym though. It was beyond fancy. I felt like I was at a five star hotel. There was even a fireplace in the lobby! All beautiful tile floors throughout the main level. Top of the line workout gear on the upper level. The locker room might as well have been a spa. With individual tile showers, a big whirlpool, sauna and steam rooms...I could get used to this.

I looked down at my phone and saw it was 11:30. So close. My mind continued to go over the events from yesterday. I'd almost thought I'd dreamt it, but I saw the app on my phone. Certainly I hadn't. I felt somewhat bad for not continuing our conversation last night. I guess I wasn't really sure if I was supposed to or not.

Traffic was starting to pick up. The lunch crowd had arrived...I'd been told it gets busy. People hurrying to get their workout in,

beep, beep beep

. One scan after another. It got tricky to come up with something new to say every time.

"Have a good workout!"

"Thanks!"

"Welcome back!"

I guess it would get more natural as I went. People kind of started going by in a hurry, until I recognized her. She had told me she worked out here, but I didn't think I'd see her

this

soon.

"Dr. Stevens!" I said with a smile. She was dressed in similar dress pants as yesterday, beige this time. With an almost identical white button down blouse. It looked lovely with her short blonde hair.

"I, uh...It's good to see you!" I finally stammered out.

Beep.

She scanned her card and I saw her face light up on my screen.

"Great to see you too! I didn't know if you'd be working!" She stopped at the counter. Others kept on walking by.

"It's, uh...my hours are weird. I wish I had a set schedule, but whatever...lunch workout?" I asked her, dumbly.

"Of course! I like working some stress out in the middle of the day. Helps me get back and focus." She had a small gym bag over her shoulder. Her other hand was on her hip.

"Hey, so...how did everything go with that homework assignment?" She asked, in a very covert manner.

I stood there, motionless. I knew what she was asking.

Beep.

Beep.

Two others walking right by. This felt so...weird, to be talking about it. Right here. How did I possibly respond?

"It uh..." I stammered a bit. She stood there, confidently waiting my response. "Honestly, I...tried. Again...but, ya know..." I trailed off a bit.

"Didn't quite get...

finished

with it?" She asked with a hint in her voice.

"Yeah! Yeah, I guess you could say that." I said with a laugh. And then I added, "But it certainly wasn't for a lack of trying..." I added with a much more nervous tone to my laugh. I looked down at her mid section. I couldn't look her in the eyes when I said that part. It was all too...new. To be talking about this sort of thing.

Beep.

Another walked by.

"Well, an A for effort at least." She said with a wink and a smile. "It'll just take time...hopefully that didn't discourage you?" She asked.

"No, no...not at all, I..." I trailed off a second. "its...fun!" I said as my cheeks turned bright red. I couldn't believe I'd admitted that.

"It is!" She reassured me. "Anyway...I'd better get to it. Maybe I will talk to you later?" She asked with a smile as she made her way towards the locker room. I told her to have a good workout and went back to standing at the desk mindlessly. I took a deep breath. Trying to take in what had just happened.

She was so confident and smooth with her words. It clearly didn't bother her to talk about that subject. I'd grown up in such a religious and conservative home, I'd been taught that it's not very lady like to do anything like this. I'd always blocked it out of my mind.

After my shift was over I went home and had a light lunch before heading out to the track. I spent two hours out there today, training sprints in the hot sun. Honestly, there was no where else I'd rather be. I loved running. And I loved getting faster. After I was finished and dripping in sweat I walked up to the bleachers to sit in the sun for a bit. It was the High School's track, and it was empty. No one in sight. It was actually really peaceful.

I remembered what Dr. Stevens had said as she walked away...

"Maybe I will talk to you later?"

So, maybe I wasn't bugging her. Well. She

did

bring it up again. Not me. I opened the app. My hands started typing. I guess I knew exactly what I wanted to say.

Sorry, I didn't mean to leave you hanging last night. This is all just so new to me. I grew up in such a religious home. Church every Sunday. Bible studies. Dating guys had to be approved, so that never happened. Home by 8:30 every night. I was barely even allowed to wear tank tops for running. All my swimsuits were one pieces. Dresses had to be full length. This sort of thing was...never talked about.

Send.

I re-read it again. What an absolute mess of a message. Some of those things didn't even go together. What was I even trying to get at? I looked at the time on my phone, 4:15. She was probably still working.

I just...sorry, I don't know what I'm getting at. Just trying to explain why I'm...this way, I guess.

Send.

I looked around, wondering why I had told her all that. And then I felt my phone buzz lightly. Looking down,

You're perfect.

And then more messages followed.

And you have nothing to apologize for, so don't.

I'm sorry you grew up like that, but it doesn't have to be that way now.

You can tell me anything. You can ask me anything.

And I can promise never to judge you or tell a soul.

There was a short break in the messages. I didn't know what to say, and then I saw her bubbles again.

I'm still at the office. I have a few things to get finished up and then a charity dinner to attend. I will certainly be around again later this evening though. Don't feel like you're bugging me.

I sighed a sigh of relief. A deep one. I finally typed,

Same goes for you.

Why did I add that? She didn't have questions for me. What did I know that she didn't?

"Hey, how's the never having sex ever going for you?" I said out loud to myself in a stupid voice, mocking myself. And then I looked around to triple check I was alone on the bleachers.

Enjoy the dinner!

Send.

I wanted to keep talking. So badly. She was so...confident. So encouraging. I smiled to myself as I sat there. Enjoying the sun on my already tan skin.

I had dinner later that night with my parents. Catching them up on my job that started in just a few days. That really impressed them that I was already working at a law office. As long as my academics and my sports were good, my parents were happy. They never really asked me about much more, so I'd came to expect that at this point. My dad was in banking and my mom was a retired teacher. I'd convinced myself she really only did it so she could stay busy. I got the feeling we didn't exactly need the money, based on my dad's income.

I headed down to the basement after dinner. My parents room was all the way upstairs, and mine was in the basement. So at least there was some good separation between us. It was a nice sized room, and I even had a TV. Much better than my dorm room where I was stuck with just my laptop. I know, tough life.

I saw the sun was still up, and I really didn't want to sit inside all night. I already had a pair of black leggings on. I added a white Nike workout shirt, some running shoes, and made my way out for a walk. I loved the outdoors. Nothing was better than a warm summer night and enjoying some fresh air. I plugged in my Airpods and enjoyed a walk around the neighborhood.

After about twenty minutes I felt a buzz on my phone. And there it was, DocsApp. I clicked it almost instantly.

Nice night for a walk. :)

I smiled as I read it.

It sure is! See me?

I wrote back quickly.

I was in the black Mercedes that drove by. Just got home. Come say hi!

I guess I didn't have a choice. I knew the one. It was an SUV...pretty car.

As I got closer I saw her standing in the driveway. Dressed in a very, very tight black dress. And she wore it well. It was cut well above her knee. And she had more than enough cleavage. Before I even said hi I said,

"See, now this...this is the kind of dress I've never be allowed to wear." I laughed a bit, and so did Brooke.

"Haha...well, that's a

damn

shame...you'd look good in this." She said confidently.

I'd look

good

in it? Well that was quite the compliment!

"Haha..." I laughed nervously. "Well, thanks...maybe! How was the dinner?" I tried changing the subject.

"Good! Good..." She waved me towards the garage and I instinctively followed. As we got closer, she put the garage door down and as I was walking into her home. I barely even noticed that she had not one, but two Mercedes. One black, one white.

"I mean, it was fine...they're all the same. Fundraiser for...heart disease. Eat a nice meal, bid on some things...they're all the same..." She went on as we walked into her home. I barely caught the last bit as I was taken aback by her beautiful living room.

"Wow, this is..." I looked around, "Just beautiful..." I smiled as my eyes went from one thing to another. The beautiful white chef's kitchen with a large island. Two big beige leather couches. A fireplace that went all the way up to the second floor. And a beautiful black grand piano in the corner. I walked all the way across the living room and looked out. Her lot backed up to some trees, and to my amazement, a spacious backyard area with a pool was below.

"A pool!" I said a little too loud.

"Haha...had it for the kids and all, now I just lay out. It's nice!" She smiled as she grabbed us two waters from the kitchen. She motioned for us to have a seat on the couches. They were across from each other. I picked the one and she picked the other.

"These are comfy!" I said with a smile as I looked out the large window, seeing the sun going down.

"Will you excuse me a minute?" She asked, standing up almost immediately after sitting down. What was I going to do, say no?

"Of course!" I said as she made her way into a room just down the hall.

Only about three minutes later and I heard the door open back up, and Brooke came walking back out. This time, not wearing the dress. She was in what I could only assume were her pajamas. Navy shorts with white trim, and a matching navy button up silk blouse with white trim. It was cute. But...

"Here, try it on." She said, tossing the dress to me on the couch. I caught it and laughed.

"What?!" I didn't know what to say.

"Try it on." She repeated.

"The bedroom is right there...or the bathroom...if you prefer?" She motioned down the hall.

"I, uh..." I stood up. I didn't even mean to stand up, but I did. "I guess, I'll..." I started walking towards the bedroom where she had been. "This is fine?" I asked her to be sure.

"More than fine! I think we're almost the same size, aren't we?" She smiled. "I'll be right here."

I walked into her room a little nervously. Why did she even want me to do this? Her bedroom was stunning. Ivory sheets on a big king bed.

Another

couch. Two large, black dressers. They had to be six across and four rows deep. I poked my head into the other door inside and saw the en suite master bath. Complete with tile everything, and a massive walk in closet. I got a brief look at all the beautiful clothes and shoes she had in there before I realized I'd better just hurry up and change. It only took her three minutes!

I pulled my top off, followed by my bra. And then my leggings. Everything on the floor. I pulled the dress over my head quickly. Ugh, it's a zipper dress. I hate these.

But it certainly did fit well. I gave myself a look in the bathroom mirror. Stunning. Everything was in the right place. Everything was flattering. I got the zipper up about half way before walking out.

It was obviously enough to get Brooke to stand up out of her seat, "See." She said, in a very soft, but bold matter of fact tone. "You're a fuckin' smoke show." She smiled as her eyes went up and down me. And then up and down me again. Something I wasn't used to. And I certainly wasn't used to the cursing which I found oddly erotic. Maybe since it was forbidden in my house...

I froze as she started walking towards me. She came around to my back side and zipped the zipper the rest of the way. She quickly swept away some of the wrinkles on my back side, evening out the dress I assume. Her hands grazing down the small of my back and upper buttocks.

"Ellie, Ellie, Ellie..." She looked at me with a smile as she came around to my front side. "It's a perfect fit. And uh...wow, I mean...it's flattering in

all

the right places." She was getting daring. And I knew she meant my chest based on where her eyes were. But did I mind?

"You're not used to this sort of thing, are you?" She asked. And I continued to just stand there.

"You're nervous." she pointed out so kindly. "Are you just not used to the attention? Not wanting to be in the lime light? Maybe just not used to such...

revealing

clothing?" she offered up a few examples.

"I guess it's just not something I'm used to." I finally admitted. I could tell I was flushed.

"Women have curves for a reason." Brooke said with a smile and a small laugh. "I think we may need to work on getting you a little more comfy showing yours off. Getting you a little more in tune with your...feminine side. Letting loose. Showing off." she smiled as she stood there in front of me so confidently. I was silent.

"And I totally get it...based on your background...you don't have to explain yourself at all. I don't want to upset your folks either, so we'll have to be...smart, about the way we explore your new...beginning? For lack of a better term?" she left another pause,

"I just know from personal experience...there's...nothing quite like going out in a tight fitting dress..." she motioned to myself, "Or...a blouse that might be unbuttoned a little too far...or a bikini that shows off just the right amount of your back side..." she smiled again.

"...and, seeing...how people look at you. Wondering what they're inevitably thinking in those minds of theirs...I like to think they're wondering what kind of lingerie I have on under my dress...if any? Or if I undid that button on purpose?" she left a short break. "And...I suppose the bikini is self explanatory..." she laughed a little, "Who doesn't like a nice ass?" she grinned ear to ear. "But more than that...who doesn't find it sexy that a woman is confident enough to put her's on display? But who knows..." she trailed off a bit.

"But anyway! That's your homework."

Homework? I'm getting more homework? I was just on a walk...and now I'm standing in her living room and getting more homework.

"I want you to think about...what's sexy to you. What's attractive. What gets you going? Maybe not so much fantasies...although those are totally okay and we'll get to those..."

We. Will.

GET

to those??? What did I sign up for here? Or did I even sign up? What was going on?

"...but...more just...what traits in a person, both physical and non physical...do you find to be...irresistable? And I'm sure you won't know right away. So just be thinking

about it...keep it on your mind...write it down when you think of one. Or!" she picked up her phone off the table and motioned to it. "Message me. You can't annoy me. I promise." she smiled.

"Now!" she looked at the time on her phone. 8:45. "You...have been on a long walk." she smiled. "Better get changed..."

Brooke motioned towards the bedroom and I made my way in there. What had just happened? The second I closed the door I realized I needed help with the zipper. Immediately opening it up and walking back.

"I uh...I don't know why I can never figure these things out..." and as I got closer I realized very quickly that the top button on her pajama blouse was now one lower. Could she have...done that on purpose? Was I supposed to notice? Her chest wasn't exactly exposed now but certainly more visible. My eyes went to them for a brief second and then away, as I turned around so she could unzip me.

"Of course..." she said softly. And then I made my way back into her bedroom to change. I pulled the dress down and stepped out of it. Laying it out on her bed for her.

I walked, naked, into her en suite bathroom where I picked up my clothes off the floor where I'd left them. I noticed again how perfectly tidy everything was. Everything was in it's place. And then I strangley came to the realization that she likely often stood right where I was standing...naked, as I am now...looking at herself in the mirror.

And for the first time I ever...I found myself unintentionally picturing what another woman looked like naked. What I imagined her full, but perky chest looked like with her small light pink nipples. I imagined she had a toned mid section, possibly even a six pack. For some reason I imagined her with a towel around her waist as she was blow drying her short blonde hair after a shower. What had gotten into me??

I quickly pulled up my leggings, followed by my sports bra and tank top. I rarely wore panties with leggings. As I made my way out of the bathroom I started towards the door, but saw her dresser in the corner or my eye. Two dressers, to be exact. I already knew she had a full walk in closet...how many clothes could one woman need? I walked towards it...slowly.

"I shouldn't..." I said out loud to myself softly. I was sure she couldnt here.

But still, there I was. I reached for the upper left drawer. Slowly pulling it open to be quiet. Inside, I found what had to be over thirty pairs of black panties. I pulled one out for some reason. Simple, cotton bikini cut. As I put it back, I quickly realized that was the only one of it's kind. The rest were skimpy, sexy, lace, satin, thongs and g-strings. My heart was racing as I was worried about getting caught. But the rush kept me looking through a couple more pairs.

I finally closed the drawer, thinking I was done. But my hands reached for the drawer next to it. An almost identical discovery,

but this drawer was all white. I pulled out just one pair this time. A white lace thong. The waist band was thick with lace, and the back side was tiny.

I closed it quickly and started to walk away, but I couldn't help myself. I walked back. Going to the drawer that was just underneath the black drawer now, I slowly slid it open. Bras. All stacked up one on top of the next all the way to the back of the drawer. All black. And again, all different fabrics and styles.

I didn't push my luck. I shut the drawer, a little too loud and hurried out to the living room.

"So..." I started out, hoping she wouldn't ask me what took me so long. "I uh...got my homework. And...well, both assignments I guess!" this was so weird for me. "And...I'll..." I didn't know what to say.

"Just keep me posted, okay?" She asked with a smile.

"I can do that." She walked me to the door and I was on my way.

I found myself going over the events again in my head on my short walk home. Remembering my homework assignment. Remembering how she looked at me in the dress. And..I liked it. Having her eyes on me. Remembering the rush I got from going through her things. And more importantly than that...the realization that this mid-40's woman had sexier underwear than I did. I own one thong. One. And I barely wear it because I feel slutty when I do. But why

should

I feel that way? Maybe that was something to ask her. Or would that be dumb? I was constantly second guessing myself.