Like every month, my next orthodontic appointment was coming up. I had to miss some classes to get there on time. It did not thrill my educator since the final exams were approaching, and she was trying to put an emphasis on studying. I knew that she wanted us to nail the exams, but to be honest, I didn't give a shit what she was saying. I had intentionally chosen subjects I was good at, so there was no way that I would not pass the finals.
Maths was the last class I attended that day, and when it finished, I went straight to my house. I walked for ten minutes, which seemed like an eternity to me, but I finally stood in front of the door of my house. I took the keys out of the pocket of my hoodie, put one in the lock, and rolled it. Then I passed the door and found myself in the empty house -- both of my parents were at work and wouldn't come back before midnight.
I quickly glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in the living room. It was only 1 p.m. My appointment was at 1:30 p.m., so I still had plenty of time. I went to my room, turned the music on, and took my sweaty T-shirt off and threw it in the laundry basket. I did the same thing with my trousers, socks, and boxer shorts. Next, I rushed to the bathroom naked to take a quick shower. It didn't take me long, so after about ten minutes, I was all clean. I towelled myself off and put on new clean clothes I had prepared earlier. I looked at my phone and saw that I still had 15 minutes before the appointment.
I went to the bathroom once again, but this time to brush my teeth. It took me only two minutes. Then I took a quick piss and went to the hallway to put on my jacket and shoes. Once I did that, I went to the orthodontic clinic.
It took me less than five minutes to get there, as the clinic was a few blocks from my house. When I found myself in front of the clinic, I looked through the large window to see if someone was waiting for the appointment. Thankfully, no one was there, so I thought that the sooner I got in, the sooner I would get out. Yet the secretary, who usually sat at the desk across the door, was not there either, so I concluded that she was helping a doctor, as she often did.
I opened the door and stepped inside. I said hello, but all I heard was silence. It crossed my mind that I had mistaken the dates, so I quickly checked the calendar on my phone to make sure that my appointment was on that day. It was October 15th, and it was getting to 1:30 P.M. No, I hadn't mistaken the dates. The time and date matched, but still, I didn't know why no one was in the clinic.
I decided to investigate if I was the only person there. I checked the toilet first, but no one was in it. Then, I checked the utility room, but it was empty too, not counting various utensils: brooms, mops, towel papers, and many other things, which were scattered all over the room. The only room I hadn't checked was the doctor's office, so I slowly walked up to the door and knocked. All I heard from behind the door was a beeping of dental equipment. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Hello... Is someone--" I started talking but stopped mid-sentence when I noticed Mrs. Scott coming out of the back room, which was in her cabinet.
"Oh... Hello, Conrad!" Mrs Scott said with a smile. "I'm sorry that you were waiting, but my secretary called in sick, so I had to take over her duties." She continued, putting on an apron over an elegant red dress.
"I get it," I replied, arranging my lips into a smile, "but... Erm... Is the appointment still on?"
"Yes, of course. So sit back, relax, and I'll be back in two minutes. I have to make myself some coffee." With these words, she left me alone in the office.
I did what she told me to do. I sat down in an armchair and, not knowing what to do, I began fantasizing. Fantasizing about Mrs Scott. She was about 45 years old. She had shoulder-length blonde hair that framed her round face. She had a small nose, full pink lips, and beautiful ocean-like eyes, hidden behind trendy black glasses. You wouldn't call her a sexy beast, but surely she was very attractive. She always wore light make-up, although I suspected she would have been pretty without make-up, too. Mrs Scott was a slightly chubby woman with large breasts and a big, round butt. I always imagined her naked, but I never managed to get a peek at her cleavage, as she always wore button-up blouses.
Every time I had an appointment, she would wear a loose blouse and black pants. That day, however, she wore something different, something that one would call sexy. She wore a red elegant dress with a neckline that reached slightly above her knees and had short sleeves. The dress clung to her bosom and buttocks, which was pleasing not only to the eye but also to a member in my boxer shorts. She wore black stockings and red high-heeled stilettos. Although Mrs Scott preferred a natural look, she decided to wear full make-up that day, which made her even more intriguing. Her hair, which she always wore loose, was arranged into a bun and pinned up with a long brown hairpin.
I felt my penis rising and becoming hard. I imagined her naked, as I had been doing for a long time. She was the most common image in my mind during masturbation. At that time, however, there was no time to jack off. Mrs Scott could walk into the cabinet any minute and see a quite visible bulge pushing against my pants.
As if to make matters worse, a moment later, Mrs Scott walked in, holding a steaming mug of coffee in her hand.
"I'm sorry that you had to wait for me again. The coffee machine is jammed." She said, putting on latex gloves. She repositioned the armchair so that she could easily do what she had to do with my braces. "Okay, let's see..." She said quietly, looking at my braces. "I'll change the elastics and both archwires. Do you have a toothbrush?"
"Erm... Mmm... Yeah." I replied with difficulty since I still had my mouth open wide.
She started taking off the elastics from the upper arch, and when she was done with that, she did the same thing with the bottom one. Then, she removed both archwires. Once she did that, she moved back a little, so I could go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I walked past her, almost rubbing my crotch against her back. I could feel my erection growing, pushing even harder against the material of my pants. I made my way to the bathroom as quickly as possible, and once I was there, I locked the door and slid down my pants and boxers to my ankles. I ran the water from the tap as a disguise and started rubbing one out, thinking about a naked Mrs Scott. When I was sitting in the chair, I had tried to hide my erection by covering it with my hands, and now I was moving them up and down my throbbing cock, while thinking about all the things I'd like to do with my sexy orthodontist. I was on the verge of ejaculating when I heard the sound of stilettos hitting the tiles outside the toilet. I stopped masturbating and quickly put on my boxers and trousers, carefully fastening my zipper and belt. I washed my hands and began to brush my teeth.
Once I brushed my teeth, I got out of the toilet. Although I tried my best to get rid of the erection, it was still visible. I hoped that Mrs Margaret wouldn't notice what was happening in my pants.
