I heard the echo of my knocking on the door inside the apartment, and I seemed to wait for an age before the lady answered the door. The corridor was freezing cold. When she opened the door my mouth must have dropped open. She was forty-three years old, I knew from reading her records at the practice and didn't look a day over thirty. She looked younger than Jen and Paula; she just stood there and smiled, my mouth went dry, I couldn't speak. She was tallish, around five foot eight inches and her dress thin and with straps over the shoulder. It was white with diagonal and varying width red stripes. Her white bra straps were visible, a sight I have never liked. She was wearing white tights. Her make-up was muted but stylish, but she had quite strikingly deep red lipstick on full lips, blue eye shadow and black mascara. The red lips stood out in her ensemble. Her hair was light brown cut in a bob with a side parting. She wore gold rimmed spectacles that rested on a thin nose. She stood looking at me, enjoying the sight of me enjoying the sight of her, totally unabashed. The surprising thing was that she was almost completely flat-chested, and I liked that.
"You must be Dr. Earle, Jen's told me all about you."
"Hi. You know her then?" I asked. "And please call me Steve."
"Thank you, yes I will. But please come in first, you look chilled to the bone."
"Thank you I will. It's cold out here. It's warm in here though. How do you know Jen then?"
"We've known each other for years. We have a little group of girls who get together for a laugh occasionally. At my home in Cheshire, when I can get down there. It's a little difficult with my husband. That's the reason the flat is warm, to make sure he's comfortable." Her accent was nondescript and I couldn't place it at all.
"Yes I understand, well speaking of your husband, shall we get started and so where is he and shall I take a look?"
"That's what you're here for isn't it?" She said, sounding slightly cold and distant and then, "follow me." She seemed very formidable and severe woman suddenly and I was wondering how I could get out of here as soon as possible without causing offence. So far she didn't tally with what Jen had told me about her.
She led me through the hallway to the bedroom where Mr. Rogers lay in bed. He hardly looked alive. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling and there was no movement other than the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out and the occasional blink of his eyes. The room itself was warm and cosy. The bedclothes consisted of a white continental quilt, with an embroidered mauve runner half way across. The pillows were the same colour with the runner along one side. The bedroom was painted a pale mauve with a peach coloured carpet. The wardrobes were made of Oak, at least to me it looked like a light Oak with matching bedside tables and a dressing table. Very understated and stylish looking though, I thought.
"Frank, that's my husband's name, has been like this for seven years now. He started very early in life and went downhill quickly as he got older, and then ended up like this. I do the best for him, but it's not easy for me. We have only each other you see, no children and he has no living relatives; and nor do I. We were both only children and our parents have passed. That's why we have our girlie nights at my place when I am on respite leave. I'm sorry I didn't mean to go on." She tailed off. All of a sudden the severe look disappeared to be replaced with a look of desperation and vulnerability. She looked like she was about to burst into tears
"No, don't worry; I can see it can't have been easy for you. Let me have a look at him, OK?" I was trying to be nice, but professional as well.
"Yes, I'll leave you to it. Would you like a cup of coffee when you've finished?"
"Yes please, that would be great. Thanks. I should only be a couple of minutes today, just a check-up for now."
"How do you like it?" She asked.
"If it's real coffee, black, if not white, no sugar either way thank you," A hint of welcome I thought to myself.
With my answer she turned and left the bedroom. I couldn't help but notice she had a lovely slim figure, enhanced by the dress with a tight fitting skirt that outlined her panties. Her legs were long and shapely, helped by the high heels and the skirt just reaching to below her knees. I looked at my patient and gently opened his mouth with my mirror. I started to hear the sound of coffee being made, with a filter maker by the sound of it so it would be real coffee. I was impressed. His teeth were immaculate; his wife Celia had obviously cared for them very well. I quickly made my notes and left him in peace and walked through into the kitchen, which I found by the smell of freshly brewing coffee being wafted down the hallway. Then it struck me. The request for a home visit had been for toothache, but there was no sign of any problem and I realised just what Mrs Rogers wanted. Me. Jen hadn't told me that. Well not in so many words anyway.
The kitchen wasn't very large, but it was well equipped and there was the coffee maker on the worktop, next to a window, which looked over towards my apartment block, about a mile away.
"Sit down Steve, I'll pour, do you like cream and sugar?"
"No thanks, just as God intended, black please, no sugar as it's not instant." I assumed she'd not heard me before but was trying to make small talk.
"I prefer cream and a sweetener."
"Each to their own. It wouldn't do to be all the same would it?"
She poured the drinks as I sat down and brought them over and set them down on the table. Rather than sit opposite me she sat right next to me. She leaned forward and placed a hand on my thigh and whispered, almost confidingly, "I do try to look after his teeth for him. I try to maintain his dignity, or what's left of it. It's not easy and he can hardly move so he doesn't help me at all."
She didn't move her hand from my thigh and just looked at me, leaning forwards. I was a little startled with her being so forward. But then I thought she was probably starved of human company, trying to keep me here for someone to talk to. And as she leaned over I could see her cleavage quite easily and she was not wearing a bra now, the strap had gone. She had been wearing one before I was sure because I had seen the straps over her shoulders. She'd obviously taken it off while I looked at her husband. The dress strap looked ready to fall onto her arm and I found myself hoping it would expose some of her breast, even a glimpse of a nipple. She leaned a little closer and as she did her hand slid further up along the inside of my thigh. She just looked me in the eye.
"Like it?"
"Pardon?" I replied almost choking on my coffee.
"The coffee."
"Yes, Arabica isn't it?"
"Yes, pure. In one way." She said. "Disappointing isn't it, don't you think?"
It hardly sounded decent when she said pure, her hand was now sliding back and forth along my leg, and I was getting an erection. I wasn't sure how the General Dental Council would view this at a disciplinary hearing, although having said that she was my boss' patient, not mine. As she looked at me, her other hand put down her cup of coffee and went to the strap over her shoulder and pulled it down over her upper arm, very nearly revealing her breast. She started breathing more heavily. I felt as if she was inviting me to pull it further down to show me more. Because I couldn't be certain and wanted to resist temptation to find out I drained my coffee and started to stand up to leave.
"Do you have to go? Do you have to be back for Jen?" she asked.
"No, I don't think she's expecting me for a couple of hours yet."
She leaned closer still and gripped my wrist gently, and lifted it towards her breast and placed it firmly over the mound. It felt very erotic as the dress was made of a silky material and felt so slinky and shiny. Her nipples were hard and I could feel them against the palm of my hand. She pulled the strap off completely and pushed my hand onto the naked skin of her left breast inside her top and I started to massage her, she gasped quietly and pulled the other strap off her shoulder, revealing both breasts now. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to reveal she was wearing white stockings with lace tops, not tights, She pressed my hand onto the inside of her thigh and slid it up, reached over and passionately kissed me full on the lips, her tongue pushing inside my mouth to begin exploring. Then she just stopped, looked at me, biting her lip and pulled me to my feet and without a word took my hand in hers' and led me out of the kitchen, through the hallway to a second bedroom.
"Take me!" She whispered in my ear as she reached her arms around the back of my neck on my shoulders and then started kissing me passionately again. I reached around her and squeezed her tight to me, letting her feel my erection pressing against my stomach. Then I lifted the hem of her dress and pressed my hand between her legs, feeling the dampness as I pushed my finger inside her making her gasp out loud. Her eyes were closed as I broke off the kiss and pushed her onto the edge of her bed and spread her legs apart and I started licking her labia, forcing them apart with my tongue and then attacking her clitoris that had swelled to the size of a pearl. She had beautiful small pert breasts with small dark brown nipples standing out and erect. Her waist was waspish and her legs long and her whole body was tanned, just a white panty line. Her eyes were still closed. I caressed both her breasts with my hands and French kissed her vagina, deeply, making her squirm on the bed. Her arms came up and pulled me tightly onto her body. She then broke away and pushed me away and started unfastening my trousers. I started on my shirt but she stopped me. "What I want is in these," she said. As she took down my trousers and boxers together she knelt down and took off my shoes, and just looked at my erection and smiled.
"Jen said you were, shall we say, gifted." She took my shaft in her hand and kissed the tip. Then she ran her tongue from its base right to the tip. Kissed it again and then engulfed it with her mouth, all of it right in, without the slightest gag. She sucked hard and drew her head back and went down again. She stopped and pushed me onto the bed. "You're leaking, you taste salty." She sat next to me pushing me onto my back and then straddled my face, pushing her clitoris right onto my mouth while she started on my shaft again. "Don't bother undressing me, just do it." She ordered me.
"Let me know when you're close, I want you to cum in my pussy, not in my mouth." She stuttered and gasped as she spoke to me, the ministrations of my tongue having the desired effect.
"O.K." Came my muffled and similarly gasping reply.
We continued for several minutes, she was very good and rested a few times for my impending orgasm to subside and I was feeling my balls beginning to fill up so much they started to ache.
"You're going to have to let me cum in a moment or my balls will burst." I said.
With that she climbed off me, not muttering a word and slowly impaled herself on my rock hard erection, lifted her dress over her head and began to slowly move up and down. Her eyes were closed and she had such a look of concentration as she worked me further. Her hands were resting on my chest and every so often she would squeeze my skin, pulling on my chest hair. Stopping suddenly, she pushed right down on me and as she did she clasped the skin on my chest and I felt her vaginal muscles contract as she whimpered and came on me. It seemed to last a full minute until she began her movements again and this time she shuddered and fell onto my chest as she came again just a few moments later. This time I came as well, releasing the pressure in my scrotum and pumped a very large load of sperm into her, which I could feel trickling out of her almost immediately as she pushed herself onto me again. I wrapped my arms around her back, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin.
