Matt tapped impatiently as he waited for his turn to see the Doctor Phelps. Having exhausted every trashy magazine and expired newspaper on the coffee table, he had resigned himself to watching the clock on the wall, every loud tick of the second hand a reminder of his eternal purgatory. Ordinarily Matt was not an impatient man, but he had reluctantly gone to the Doctors under the instruction of his girlfriend, who had insisted he addressed the issue of his shortcomings in the bedroom. Since the discussion of marriage Matt had begun to have issues getting an erection, he insisted that he was just tired or stressed but in actuality the commitment was not quite what he was looking for at this stage in his life.
Despite the fact that he loved Janine very much he felt that there was more to see and do before he finally settled down. Looking across the room he saw other patients waiting to be seen, most had come in before him and were equally as impatient as he was. He scanned the room until he came across a rather attractive blond woman sat opposite him. Matt assumed she had come from work, wearing a white collared shirt and black pencil skirt that was a little shorter than it should have been for a working environment. He let his eyes wander, gazing at her long smooth legs and full breasts. His gaze must have lingered too long as he looked up to see her staring irritably back at him. Matt went back to being bored.
Sophie was in no mood to be eye-fucked today, she was having a bad day at work and spending her lunch break at the doctors wasn't ideal either. She took a moment to look at her lecherous neighbour and quickly decided he wasn't her type, he wasn't an unattractive man, but neither did he stand out from the crowd. He looked like he may have taken care of his appearance in the past but had now become comfortable and no longer felt the need to preen himself. Sophie had been waiting for half an hour and was becoming more and more exasperated by the second. Finally she got up and marched over to the reception desk. A young woman was sat at the computer tapping periodically on an old keyboard. Sophie coughed loudly to announce her presence, causing a furrow to appear in the receptionist's brow, she slowly turned herself to face Sophie, looking at her over the black rimmed glasses on the end of her nose.
"May I help you?" the woman said, an undertone of annoyance in her voice.
"Yes, I was wondering how much longer this was going to take? I only have an hour for lunch"
The receptionist looked Sophie up and down, evaluating the inconvenience that had distracted her, Sophie felt uneasy as she waited for a reply.
"Oh, I believe you might be next" said the receptionist, a cunning smile forming on her face. "Second door on your right please"
Matt watched as Sophie headed quickly through the waiting room, with her back turned he was able to check her out unhindered. His eyes travelled up her long legs to her shapely behind, which only benefitted from her tight black skirt. His only regret was that from behind he couldn't see her large chest pressing against the contours of her white shirt, testing it's durability to the maximum. His daydream was interrupted by the receptionist, looking at him from behind the desk.
"You can go through now, second door to your right" she said curtly
Matt nodded, wondering if perhaps the receptionist's bun had been tied too tight that morning. As she stood up and pointed towards the corridor, he noticed that the she was not wearing a bra. "How could someone so uptight not be wearing a bra at work?" he wondered briefly, deciding not to question and simply appreciate the gesture. The receptionist was as attractive as Sophie, although she had slightly smaller breasts, the thought of her piercing look turned him on. He thought of her lips on his cock while she stared at him, boring in with those amazing green eyes. Matt conceded that it had been too long since he and his partner had had sex.
Matt entered through the second door on the right, the room was decorated as one might expect, with neutral coloured walls and a cold hard floor. To his surprise however, he found a double bed in the middle of the room. Pointed directly at the bed was an arm chair, with it a small table. There seemed to be no medical equipment at all, as if one of the doctors' offices had simply been converted into accommodation. In his surprise he hadn't even noticed Sophie sitting on the small sofa in the corner.
"Sorry, I... I didn't realise you were in here" Matt said, taken aback by the situation.
"I don't know what's going on here, but if I don't see a doctor soon I'm going to kill that receptionist"
"That won't be necessary" Sophie and Matt both jumped as the receptionist strode purposefully through the door. They watched in amazement as she moved around the bed and took a seat in the armchair. "Please, take a seat" she gestured to Matt to join Sophie on the couch. Sophie stood bolt upright as if disgusted by the request.
