After a quick greeting with the dentist's wife Irene, 60, overweight and focused on her secretarial tasks. I must be the last appointment, there's no one else is in the waiting room; I'm there for my annual cleaning. After scanning all the old magazines, I choose a chair to see down the hallway, there are 2 rooms on either side with dentist chairs past Irene's desk. I check the generic scenery artwork hanging on the walls, then watch the fish in the aquarium on the far wall for several minutes.
A blonde gal, short hair, well built, stocky, decent body, crosses the hall to the other room; she must be their new assistant. A minute later I spot a redhead exit the room the blonde went into; I'm confused; twins; she has the same build, appearance, and similar hairdo as the blonde.
A tall gal, mid 30's, exits from the same room, long black wavy hair. A confident, purposeful strut, a sensuous, seductive stride, hips swaying, upper body erect, sheer black nylons, one red high heeled foot directly in front of the other. A royal blue, mid-thigh dress, plunging neckline, an almost completely exposed cleavage. She makes eye contact with me as she enters the waiting area, smiles seductively. She's stunning, sultry blue eyes, just a slight bit of makeup, just enough to enhance her natural beauty. I instantly assume she's a model; she smiles... I smile, she nods as she passes me. I stare at her slender legs and ass; yes... I imagine my hands on her hips, the blue dress hiked up around her waist, I'm doing her doggy style.
She glances back and catches my stare; precisely the sexy look I was fantasizing; she giggles, almost like she knows my fantasy. As the door closes... I weigh the option of catching up to her and trying my luck... my fervid fantasy is interrupted by a young girl's voice.
"Henry, this way please" The assistant is standing beside the receptionist who is holding her purse and has put on a light coat.
"Good night." Irene says to everyone as she passes me.
I now understand my confusion, the assistant has her hair parted down the center, one side is blonde the other side a rust, red, color.
The elderly dentist meets us in the hallway, he too has removed his white smock and has a windbreaker on, they say good night to each other.
I watch her hips sway as she walks; another vivid image pops into my mind... stopping by the office door, she extends her hand, gesturing me to enter. "Please have a seat Henry,"
I see her nametag 'Leanne' but I'm really checking out her abundant cleavage, straining to see if they are restricted by a bra, a rather large portion of her ample breasts are displayed.
"How are you Leanne, a long day?" I ask as I sit.
"A pleasant one," once my legs are up, she tilts the chair, so I am almost prone, she puts her arm around me as she attaches the bib resting on my chest; her uniform covered breast presses my cheek.
"Your hair is both bold and attractive?" I compliment her "Couldn't you decide?" I chuckle.
"Every few months I change color on one side; 2 months ago, the red side was black, next trip to the hairdresser, the blonde side will be ashen, a light grey, maybe I'll add some thin blue streaks."
"My wife would say you are seeking your identity, not knowing your true self."
"Really, how do you deduce that?" She sits to my right, adjusts the very bright light above me.
"My wife is a psychology professor at the local campus; we often discuss subconscious actions, personality traits of people we meet, mostly her students. She often brings some interesting student home; so, I also have developed a good understanding of reading young women."
She brings the arm with dental tray of tools closer, "Really, from that statement I have 2 questions; first... why is your wife bringing home students, isn't that sort of taboo, isn't student fraternization a reason for dismissal?"
"Maybe in high school, these are consenting adults." I decide to test my intuition. "My wife is bi; she especially enjoys young pussy, so she seduces sexy, single students." I twist slightly to make eye contact. "She particularly likes initiating them into lesbianism, being their first same sex encounter." Pausing, I add, those she takes her time and trains them properly." As expected, I see my words having an effect. "She invites the Bi curious one's home for threesomes, often entire weekends."
I'm watching Leanne's reaction, reading her. Her breathing has changed, and a noticeable reddening of her upper chest area; yes, I'm correct, this gal is easily seducible. "The second?" I ask.
She has chosen a dental pick, but seems to be evaluating my words, unfocused on my teeth cleaning.
"I am curious about your initial, personal, evaluation of me." She's resting her right hand on the tray, left above my head.
"You are voluptuous, proud of your sexy body, very easily aroused, quite afraid of commitment, resulting in a sporadic sex life. Your hair indicates a naughty and nice personality a yin yang conflict in emotions, or actually all aspects of your life. You are searching for a wholesome relationship, but fear finding one. You constantly change your hair because you aren't comfortable with who you are. You need guidance."
She leans back, releases the tool, obviously intently curious to continue this odd conversation.
"Really, although I agree with some of your assessment; explain to me why you think that?"
"Sure, when I told you my wife enjoys eating young pussy, your breathing changed, and you bit your lower lip. Therefore, thinking about her having sex with girls aroused you, that got you wet. Leanne, I can smell your arousal secretions, so you're likely not wearing panties, thus making the aroma so intense... so I figure no panties, another indicator of your naughty side. You also wear 3 rings; one on either side of your ring finger to announce you're not in a relationship."
I believe you really enjoy sex, but don't get much, you most likely masturbate often, fantasizing about women or maybe watch wild orgies porn."
"Wow, I am impressed, not sure I can agree totally with all of that." She wiggles in her seat. "Yes, I'm wet, I was aroused before you arrived, so I removed my damp thong. I'm intrigued at your... uhm, close correctness, I would like to know more."
"Ok, why were you previously aroused?"
"The previous patient and I were flirting, we both confided we desire woman sex."
"Leanne, if you are lusting lesbian relations, you truly need to meet my wife?"
"Uh, yes... I... um... am interested." She is cherry red, blushing.
"Leanne, your scent has gotten even stronger, your nipples are hard; your extremely sexually aroused... craving stimulation." I turn on my side, move the tray away, making a bold move, I put my hand on her knee "allow me to get you off," I run my hand up her inner leg, from her knee to her crotch, "or if you wish, I'll leave, so you can at least masturbate."
Her eyes widen, her facial expression is apprehension, yet her legs' part; she has a rather large puffy mound, my fingertips glide along her wet lips, she moans, as I tease her wet labia, then find her clitoris, gingerly circling it.
