All of the people in this story are over 18. This story is fictional and is not based on a real life experience. However...
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Bill sat alone in the Doctor's Office waiting for his name to be called. His head had been aching for the past few days. What began as a dull ache seemed now to be a sharp pain on the right side of his brain. The sharper the pain, it seemed the hornier he became. It was a strange sensation that had crept across his body depriving his sleep and controlling his thoughts.
Now, as he sat there, his head began to throb and his dick began to stiffen. He felt as if he was ready to fuck the first thing that crossed his path.
He looked across the room. There were several others waiting to see the same Doctor. This would take a while, it seemed. The old man to his left was engrossed in a Hemingway novel. The two middle-aged women to his right were rattling on about their children and about their over weight husbands.
Across the room sat a young woman texting on her cell phone. She had pouty lips and a cute upturned nose. She wore a tight white shirt with a black vest loosely covering. Her skirt was black covering her tanned legs down to her knees. Her breasts were what caught his eyes. They had to be a pair of perfect 38's. His dick grew even harder.
She glanced his way and caught his eye. His head felt a severe twitch of pain as his eyes made contact with hers. He did not look away. It felt strange as he looked at her. It felt as if he was connected to her body through the look. He stared into her eyes. He imagined touching her tits and sucking on her nipples. She continued to look back at him. She squirmed in her chair. She no longer was texting.
She put her hands on the arms of the chair dropping the phone to the floor. She squeezed tightly. No one seemed to notice or care. He looked deeper into her eyes. He imagined his tongue diving into her mouth kissing her deeply as his hands caressed her body, her tits, her ass. She began to run her tongue over her lips. She could taste him, it seemed.
His head was now aching sharply. His shaft was throbbing. His eyes were frozen on this woman that he did not even know her name. He imagined his tongue running down her neck. Down her breasts. Down her stomach. Finding her wet juices. She was soaked. She was wanting to be fucked hard and fast. He imagined his tongue running up and down her pussy lips. Her bottom began to grind hard into her chair. She began breathing deeply. She was fighting to hold back her moans. She could not break away from his look.
