A trip to the Dentist is not something that I look forward to, and my six monthly check up was no exception. I managed to get the final appointment of the day at a dental surgery I had not been to before. The Dentist was not available, but I was assured the senior Dental Nurse would be more than capable of conducting the check up and cleaning. I arrived at the surgery just before 5pm and was greeted by the senior Dental Nurse behind the receptionist's desk. She then led me through the waiting room and into the surgery.
The Dental Nurse was to say the least an impressive woman in her late 50's. I guess she was about five feet eight inches tall with curly red hair tightly tied up under her nurse's cap. She was surprisingly dressed in a tradition nurses uniform, how I imagine Nurses dressed in the 1950's -- white short sleeve dress, white stockings, white shoes, a 2" wide white cotton buttoned belt, Bib-front apron complete with fob watch. The bib-front apron looked more like an A frame tent due to the size of her impressive chest.
As she ushered me into the treatment room, she introduced herself as Nurse Ruth Porter and sat me down in the dental chair. I began to take in the rather stark and sterile surroundings of the treatment room. The unmistakable smell of a dentists' treatment room filled the air and began to raise my anxiety.
Methodically, the nurse put a bib around my neck and proceeded to begin the check up. I never quite know where to look when I'm in the dentists chair, you can't look straight up because to the intensity of the examination light and I couldn't maintain eye contact, so I tried to drift off mentally to some more pleasant place. My hands firmly gripping the armrests of the dental chair as the cleaning began.
Feeling the fingers of the nurse against my face, my mind began to wonder, the next thing I know I'm having erotic thoughts about the nurse, that nurses uniform had certainly flicked my imagination into over-drive. I could feel the soft hairs on her hands against my face, as she prodded and probed my gapping mouth.
My eyes focused on the nurse who was barely inches from me. With her totally focused on the procedure I could look intently at her face. I studied the lines around her red lips, the soft wrinkles of her neck and the tiny hairs on her cheek covered in lightly applied foundation, the strands of red hair fighting the containment of the tight hair bun. It all looked rather nice I thought. To my own horror, I started feeling my cock expand in my pants. I had nowhere to go, no way of hiding it. The more I tried to distract my mind the more I seemed to focus on the nurse.
I then felt the nurse brush against my hand that was holding the armrest of the chair. The feeling of the heavily starched uniform sent a shiver down my spine. She had firm thighs. She leant harder against me as she reached into the back of my mouth. As she pushed harder against my hand I took a deep breath.
"Everything OK? She asked.
"Ah ha" I managed sound out, unable to make complete words with my mouth wide open. The pressure against my hand continued as the nurse returned to cleaning.
With my mind still in overdrive I moved my hand slightly, trying to get more comfortable in the chair -- no reaction from the nurse. I moved my hand again, this time the nurse moved as her focus moved to the other side of my mouth. As she began cleaning again she had moved slightly forward for better access, I felt the heavily starched uniform again touch the back of my hand, she leaned forward, her crutch was now pressed hard against the back of my hand. Was she aware of this?
"Can you open wider", she asked. "Ah huh", I sounded and opened my mouth further. "The back teeth are difficult to get to," she said, as she leaned heavily against my hand, "that's perfect," she cooed. I could feel the apex of her solid thighs; I dared not move my hand again.
As she continued the cleaning process her firm mound pushed back and forth across my hand. I was no longer thinking of the discomfort of having my mouth wide open, but on the feeling of the starched uniform and the nurse's pussy mound moving against my hand.
I was seriously getting hard from this, but thankfully, with the nurse focused on my mouth she hadn't noticed the tenting of my pants. She had to know what she was doing didn't she? One way to find out -- I moved my hand again, pushing my knuckles against her pussy mound. Her reaction was instantaneous, she pushed back harder against my hand, with a slight up and down movement. This must have continued for at least a couple of minutes, my hand gripping and releasing the chair forcing my knuckles to move up and down, the nurse moving her hips ever so slightly in rhythm with my hand.
"Everything OK?" She asked again.
I just moaned.
"Good" she replied and pushed harder. "That wasn't so bad, we are almost done now, I just have to lower the chair back a little and finish the polishing."
Saying that, she lowered the chair back and pulled up a small stool that she sat on just behind me. She leaned in again continuing the procedure and this time her massive chest rested on my right shoulder. In this position she would have had a direct view of my cock pressing upwards in my pants. I put my hands across my lap trying to gain some control over my ever-expanding cock.
As soon as I did this, the nurse asked, "Everything looks perfect, are you comfortable"? "Uh huh" I managed to reply. "Good then, I let you rinse, get settled and I'll met you outside in reception."
I waited a couple of minutes and cursed myself for my indiscretion, making my way to the reception area I found most of the lights had been turned off and the nurse was nowhere to be seen. I waited probably five more minutes before I heard footsteps coming from behind.
"Sorry to keep you, as you were the last patient I changed and started locking up, I hope that hasn't kept you?" "Not at all" I responded. I felt my face go bright red.
"Feel better?" She asked.
"Yes, my teeth feel great thank you."
I hesitated a moment, she had changed out of her formal nurses uniform and was now wearing her street clothes. With her over-coat draped across one arm and her handbag in the other she walked towards me. Her body excited me in the uniform but in the cream short-sleeved roll neck angora sweater stretched tightly over her huge breasts, combining perfectly with the flecked beige wool skirt, defining the curves of her hips and solid thighs, I was in total awe.
As she walked towards me in her 3inch heels her tightly constrained breasts moved slightly in time with each step.
I started blabbering "I, I'm sorry, I think I owe you an apology."
"Whatever for dear?" She said as she moved behind the reception desk.
Feeling my face go an even brighter shade of red and daring not to look at her I continued stammering. "Ah for my lack of concentration, I mean my lack of, of, ah, well I hope I have not embarrassed you in any way?"
"I'm not sure I understand", she said.
I couldn't think of a way to get out of this and I just seemed to be digging a deeper hole, so pulling out my credit card to settle the account I said "well regardless, I'm sorry if my reaction in the chair was, well you know, inappropriate."
She let me hang there for what seemed like an eternity before taking my card and swiped the machine. As we both waited for the machine to do its thing she smiled at me and said, "I'm actually rather flattered." She looked straight back down at the machine avoiding my eyes.