(This is a complete work of fiction, and all participants are aged over 18.).
Any resemblance to real people or actual events is entirely coincidental.)
Dr James was deep in thought as he sat alone at home one evening after a busy day in the office. He had made himself a simple meal and was now sipping a glass of cognac. He kept thinking about the sex he'd had a few days ago in his office with the very attractive divorcee, Pauline Adams. He knew it had been unethical of him to respond to her approaches, but it had been very exciting and consensual. She'd even suggested that they meet again at her house. He told himself that it would be wrong to develop further relations with her. As the cognac warmed him inside, images of her crossed his mind. Her clothes, her figure and her eager participation in their sexual encounter.
As the thought of her passed in and out of his mind, he started to feel horny. His hand reached for his phone, and he found her name in his contacts. He didn't remember adding it, but there it was! Should he dial her up or not? His finger hovered, hesitating, but as an image of her nylon-clad legs again entered his thoughts, he called the number. He immediately felt a feeling of panic and was about to disconnect, but a husky voice answered on the second ring.
" Pauline here. Is that you, Doctor James?"
"Yes, it is. I called you by mistake. You know how these things happen."
" Yes, it happens all the time. How are you anyway? What are you up to this evening?"
"Oh, I'm just fine, thanks. I was just relaxing. You know, just relaxing, thinking of watching TV."
There was a slight pause, then Pauline said, "Your calling me is not accidental. Its psycho something or other. At the exact moment you called, I was thinking about you, dear doctor, and the lovely time we had in your office. Maybe you were too," she said teasingly. " My arsehole is still sore. But you must agree it was a good fuck for both of us."
"Yes, it was very good," replied the doctor.
"Say, how about you make a house call and try my front door this evening?"
The doctor was puzzled for a moment and then laughed out as he understood her euphemism. He was now relaxing into the situation.
"Come round in half an hour. You know my address, don't you?" Before the doctor could reply, she rang off.
Dr John James got up from the chair and thought to himself, "What the heck?"
The thought of seeing her again excited him: her lovely slim figure, tight ass and blonde curls. He knew he couldn't resist meeting up with her again. He had all evening and was not due in his office until the next afternoon. He rushed up to his bathroom, had a quick shower and put on a clean shirt and pants. Then down and outside into his car for the 15-minute drive to Mrs Adam's house. As he drove over, he wondered what they'd get up to this evening. He wasn't quite prepared enough, though.
Pauline Adams lived in a large single-storey house in a well-to-do suburb. He pressed the doorbell in eager anticipation. The door opened, and he was met by a young-looking schoolgirl. Pauline had dressed up as a schoolgirl! Although she was 35, she had a figure that enabled her to carry it off. Slim legs, small enough ass and small breasts, but all in the right proportions. John was startled. She beckoned him into the large lobby, where she gave him a peck on the cheek. Then she walked a few paces away from him and expertly twirled around on her toes. The short green pleated skirt she was wearing flew out horizontally, totally exposing the big pink panties covering her ass and the old-fashioned garter belts worn by 1950s schoolgirls. She wore old green stockings which had a few holes and ladders in them through which the pale flesh of her legs was seen.
"Do you think I've been a bit naughty, Dr James?" she asked in a lispy little girl voice.
John was dumbstruck for a few moments. She did look incredibly sexy, though. He just about managed to reply, "Yes, Pauline, you are very naughty to dress like that."
"I'm sorry," she lisped, "I know I should be wearing the matching green cotton panties of the official school rules. I know you have to punish me now." She looked down, crestfallen, and walked into the large living room. John followed and was taken by surprise when, still looking downward, she reached out and handed John a thin bamboo cane, about one yard in length. She pressed a switch by the door, and some lights went out, leaving a black leather chair spotlighted in the centre of the room. She went over to the chair and bent forward over an arm, sticking her ass into the air. She pulled up her little skirt so that her pink panties were now in the spotlight. Below her panties the white flesh of the back of her thighs looked bright above her straining stocking tops.
