*Author's note: My dental hygienist is a hottie and the basis for this story. She's also a huge flirt even though she's married. On my first visit we got into a very deep discussion about love, looks, sex, and pretty much anything else one can discuss in that arena. She confessed to having had an affair when she and her husband were once separated for a few months. (She shared that me but not him.) She also made it clear she was still very open to the possibility of another affair—with the right guy. She now schedules an extra thirty minutes just so we can talk and were I not crazy in love with someone...
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"Good morning and welcome to Dr. McClain's office," the receptionist said cheerfully as he entered the building.
He smiled at her and could immediately tell she was a genuinely cheerful person. She was also reasonably attractive, but not someone he would ever call beautiful. Even so, there was something about her he found appealing as she looked up at him.
"Hi, I'm Dean Pierson. I have a 9 o'clock appointment."
She had a very nice smile, long, straight hair, and she was pleasant without being perky—a trait in women that drove him crazy. She looked to be fairly tall for a girl, something that didn't drive him crazy. She was a bit on the thin side without being skinny and rather um...light 'upstairs'—two more things he saw as strikes against her. He guessed her to be in her late-20s and maybe just a little too old for his tastes so three strikes and she was out. Even so, she was reasonably cute and meeting her was a great start to a visit he'd dreaded for as long as he could remember. He hadn't had a cavity in over twenty years, but going to the dentist, even for an exam and a cleaning, still made his skin crawl.
"Right," she said. "Let's see. I have you down with Lindsay as your hygienist, if that's okay?"
"I'm new so I'm sure that'll be just fine," he told her.
She smiled and again said very pleasantly, "If you can just fill out this paperwork for me, I'll have Lindsay take you back to meet the doctor and then she'll take care of your cleaning."
"I will if you'll tell me your name first," he said smiling back at her.
"I'm so sorry!" she said sincerely. She blushed slightly, but Pierson was so used to that he rarely even noticed anymore. "I get so wrapped up in forms and appointments and trying to learn the names of new patients, I sometimes forget to introduce myself. I'm Jessica. Jessica Lyman."
He took the clipboard and pen she offered him and said with a pleasant smile, "Well it's very nice to meet you, Jessica."
"Thank you and same here, Mr. Pierson," she said. "And I really am sorry."
"No problem," he told her still smiling as he sat down and flipped through the stack of forms. As he did, he heard whispers carrying into the lobby from the billing desk which was just past the receptionist's area. "Oh, my God! Have you seen this guy here before, Jessica?"
He heard the receptionist say in a hushed tone, "No. This is his first visit. And can you please keep your voice down, Grace? Sound really travels in here."
A face poked out from behind an internal window pretending to take a casual look around before disappearing. Pierson heard the same voice speak in a slightly quieter but still-audible voice saying, "He's gorgeous! You gave him to Lindsay, didn't you? You bitch!" Jessica winced slightly hoping none of the patients, especially Mr. Pierson, heard what she said. He didn't look up but could tell she'd glanced over at him to see if he'd reacted in any way. He didn't. He just kept filling out forms and pretended to be oblivious.
That last comment was followed by the same voice quietly calling out in hushed tones, "Lindsay! Hey, come here for a sec, okay?"
Several seconds later he heard yet another new voice. "He's my patient? Oh, thank you, God!" followed by, "Thank you, Jessica. I so owe you!"
He heard the receptionist say in her own hushed tone, "Lindsay—what are you doing? Put that back on!"
"Mind your own business, Jessica," he heard the newest voice say.
He smiled and kept working on the half dozen forms now required to be seen by a dentist. He checked 'yes' to 'are you pregnant' just to see if anyone bothered to even read them then continued plowing through the paperwork. He stood up, let Jessica know he was finished, then set the clipboard down and returned her pen.
Before he could sit back down the inner door opened and he saw her. "Hi! I'm Lindsay and I'll be taking you back for your exam and cleaning."
She looked to be in her early-to-mid-20s which was his ideal age range. Although Pierson had dated scores of very attractive women, even he was caught off guard by Lindsay. She was maybe 5' 8" and possibly 115 pounds. He couldn't see all of her because of the hygienist garb she was wearing, but what he could see made him unable not to stare. She had silky, naturally-blonde hair that was swept up high framing one of the prettiest faces he'd ever seen and Pierson had seen plenty of them.
He'd lost track of the number of women people had described to him as 'looking like a model' as though saying that that held some kind of special significance. To him, many models were frail and sickly-looking and they rarely smiled—probably because they were hungry all the time. Therefore, it was somewhere between meaningless and a negative to be compared to a model in his world. But in this case...
She had the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen and those naturally long, sexy eyelashes. Then there were the high cheekbones, the soft, full lips, the perfectly straight, utterly white teeth, all coupled with the rarest of perfect facial symmetry. She was as flawless a woman as he'd ever seen and that was before he saw the perfect set of what had to be full C-cup boobs over a tight, narrow waist.
As he followed her, he checked out her tight, round ass and fell totally into lust. "I see this is your first time with us, Mr. Pierson. Who did you see before Dr. McClain?"
"Alpine Dentistry," he told her.
"Yeah, they don't exactly have the best reputation. We're getting quite a few of their patients."
"I understand why. I heard them giving the same pitch to three different customers on the virtues of a deep cleaning."
"Which 98% of them don't need."
"But which costs a lot more."
Lindsay laughed and said, "Exactly. Okay, I'll get you set up right in here, take your x-rays, then go get the doctor."
She took a total of six pictures then told him she'd be right back. A couple of minutes later, a guy of about 40 or so—Pierson guessed him to be roughly his same age—came in and offered him his hand. "Mr. Pierson. I'm Jonathan McClain. It's nice to meet you. I understand you've created quite a stir around here this morning."
"Oh, you caught me," Pierson said.
