Dr Perfect But Not Completely

I remember the early autumn of 2023 as very challenging, the thing was that my mom was in the hospital. As she lived in a different city, I left James in charge and went alone to my home city to visit my mom.

When I was at the hospital, I met my mom's oncologist, Dr. Hans. He was a good specialist, a 59-year-old silver fox-type fit man, and very attractive. He acted like a gentleman, but he was strict, especially to his staff, he was a leader, and I could call him an alpha male. After meeting with him for the first time, my pussy wanted to play rumba.

I asked Dr. Hans if I could speak privately with him. Of course, my mom's health was a priority, and it was the main reason I wanted an appointment with him, but I wanted to get more personal with him as well.

We met at his office in the late morning. We discussed my mom's health, which was not very good news. Later, we got more personal, and he told more about his life. I was relieved, knowing that he was a divorced man. The good thing is that he started flirting with me. I didn't want to show that I am too easy-going... I turned our conversation around, talking about other stuff. Not only that, but I wanted to go on a date with him, so I asked what food he likes, does he know any good restaurants in the city?

I didn't want to invite him directly for a dinner, but I wanted to give him an idea to invite me. He understood my hints and asked," Would you have dinner with me at the restaurant I told you about?"

I was cheeky and asked,"Sure, but how do you feel about dating a married woman?"

He looked confident and said," Well, but how do you feel about dating a divorced man?"

I smiled, and we agreed on the time and place, and I rushed to the mall to buy something sexy and elegant for the evening. The visit to the mall was successful, I found a nice short evening dress, it was not too short like a party dress, but it was a very elegant one. I found black stockings and suspenders as well. I wanted to appear sexy but not too slutty. Furthermore, I found a sleeveless, one-shoulder black dress and in addition to this, I bought stockings and suspenders. I went to my mum's house, had a shower, applied an evening make-up, put black stocking and suspenders on. I decided not to wear bra and panties in order to feel naughtier and sexier. Finally, I put my new sexy dress on. I was ready for the evening.

Doctor Hans picked me up at 8 pm and we went to that fancy restaurant. After a nice dinner, he suggested we go to his house, which I naturally accepted. I felt drawn to him and left him in charge. He lives in a cosy and spacious house that I could describe as posh.

He opened a bottle of wine and we sat down next to each other on the couch. I made sure he saw my slim, toned long legs, I crossed my legs so that the edge of the stockings was visible.

Hans asked: "And you? Are you wearing stockings?"

I said: "Yes, do you like them?"

Hans: "Yes, very much."

I wanted to tease him, so I pulled my dress up a little and said: "And I am also wearing suspenders."

Hans: "Do you normally wear stockings when you go out to dinner?"

I explained, "Depends, today I was in the mood."

Hans, "I have a stockings and tights fetish, so I can sit here with you all night and watch. Can I touch your stockings, I like the material they are made of..."

I blushed a little, rolled my eyes and nodded my head. His palm touched my knee and I felt a gentle tingling in my back. My body responded positively to his touch and he continued to touch my legs, genuinely enjoying them. At last he was the man I wanted to go out with regularly, I thought. Smart, handsome, mature, intelligent, I was curious to see what he was like in bed.

He kept touching my legs like an artist touches his paintbrush, I unzipped his trousers, took them off along with his underwear.

I started to suck his little cock, hoping he would wake up, but he was already erect! A tiny, circumcised maybe about 3.5 inches knob was already hard!

A flood of disappointment ran through my body, I continued to suck his cock as a reward for a nice evening, at least he knows how to treat a woman and make her feel good. Hans is a real gentleman, but with a tiny member.

Very soon he exploded in my mouth... and his little sausage fell asleep.

Hans concluded, "That was the best blowjob I have ever had!"

I joked, "Ok, I believe it!"

I touched his member, which was still asleep, and said, "I see you are not going to try my honey pot tonight!"

After that we drank a lot of wine and were obviously drunk. I got to the point where I was acting like a horny slut, I wanted to get fucked, but his cock had fallen asleep and Hans later fell asleep on the couch himself.

I needed a ride back to my mom's house, so I called a taxi. A white car arrived and I was very chatty with the driver... I don't remember everything exactly, but I remember sitting in the back seat, my heels on the front seats, legs spread, and the cab driver fucking me in a car parked in a suburb somewhere. The sex sobered me up, I remembered rubbing my clit and him shoving his fat wiener in and out. The guy was sensible and used a condom. I don't remember all the details of what happened before intercourse, but I assume I was okay with it. I probably wanted it that way. I don't remember exactly how the guy looked like, but I remember he had black hair and his cock was nice. I can't blame the guy, he probably saw a drunk, sexy woman with long legs, stockings and sexy dress that was so easy to talk with that he had to take the risk and park a car in a secluded area and release the tension. The only thing I was annoyed about that I found that pink, used condom in my handbag as a memento, on the other hand I wasn't charged for the trip.

I woke up in the morning feeling embarrassed about letting a complete stranger fuck me, but I didn't want to remember all the details because then I'd feel even more ashamed. It was so unexpected even for me. But on the whole it was Hans' fault, he had all the qualities, just his libido was low and his pecker was tiny, I was horny because Hans had warmed me up but another man just took the opportunity. I knew I shouldn't have drunk so much but the wine tasted so good, Hans has a good selection of bottles.

The next day, Hans texted me and thanked me for the great night he'd had. Out of politeness, I thanked him too. We arranged a meeting to discuss my mother's health and after that I had to go home back to my husband and kids, after two weeks my mother was better thanks to Doctor Hans, she was discharged from the hospital.