Introduction
A young woman, barely over the threshold into Adulthood, finds fulfilling her teenage fantasies almost too much to handle. Having spent years teasing and tempting her families Optician, his revenge upon her is bitter sweet.
Like many of my stories, this was inspired by a conversation I recently had with a young women, and this story is essentially the written version of that telephone fantasy. However this NOT an account of a real event and is purely fictional.
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Sally sat there, her head pressed against the eye testing equipment, answering the simple and precise questions. God she thought, what a sexy voice he had, she could listen it to all day. In fact that was exactly why she was here, sitting in a chair, having an eye examination. She didn't need the eye test; she had made up the thing about her eyes hurting and the headaches. You see, James, had been her family's optician since she was about 14, when he replaced old man Thomas. When she had first set eyes upon him, the new optician, James, she thought she was going to die because her heart was beating that fast and self as if she was going burst into flame from blushing. Not only was he young, well, in his 30's, but he was so beautiful, you know in a rugged handsome hunky sort of way, and his voice, it could melt butter, and certainly made her melt. It was all she could do to concentrate on what he was saying.
Since that first appointment, she had practically melted into a pool of sweaty nervous teenage desire at the mere thought of an eye test, let alone actually having to be there physically. It was soon after her first appointment with him that she had started masturbating, and always, it was him, just endless fantasies of him.
Later, as she got older, she started wearing more revealing clothes and trying to signal her desire to him. But always, he was very calm and cool, and seemed to completely fail to notice her. Sometimes her frustration and heartache felt like it would kill her. As she neared her 18th this frustration and desperation grew stronger and her last visit was just such a nightmare, she was almost crying, and made a complete fool of herself. No wonder he hadn't shown any interest, after all he probably thought she was just a silly stupid child making calf's eyes at him.
But here she was again, in the chair, looking through the eye thing, nervous, scared, but excited. She had made up a story about her eyes hurting and her vision going blurred and booked an appointment. She put on her shortest denim skirt, and her tightest thinnest top, without a bra, not that she ever really needed one. While quite small, her breasts were well formed and very pert. She always noticed men and boys looking, which sometimes could be annoying, but then again, sometimes not, but then the one person she really wanted to notice, never seemed too. She hadn't the nerve to not wear panties, so she had chosen a nice pair of white ones, not too skimpy, but not exactly large either.
A movement brought Sally back to the present, something had brushed her knee, or had she imagined it. Oh my god she thought. A shiver ran up her body, as she realised that it was a hand. A hand was resting lightly on her knee. Yet, at the same time, the man whose hand it was, continued to ask her questions, what was her diet like, was there any history of eye problems in his cool calm voice. Then the hand moved down and inside her thigh, and started moving inwards. This can't be happening she thought, part of her was terrified, yet also very excited, she could barely breathe, and her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest.
His hand continued to advance up her inner thigh, still talking to her about her eyes, and adjusting the thing on her face, and asking if that made any difference. The hand paused, just below her panty line, she held her breath, and then, it brushed across her already damp panties. She almost jumped out of the chair.
"Are you ok Sally" he asked?
Her mouth was so dry she could barely mumble a reply and nodded her head.
Again his hand moved against her, but this time the hand touch her panties and stayed there. For a second her thighs closed involuntary, gently squeezing the hand, she tried to relax and let them open, a little wider this time, desperate to tell him she wanted this, but unable to speak. The hand began to move, stroking the front of her damp panties. While this was happening, he continued with the eye examination, but It was becoming almost impossible to focus on anything other than the hand between her legs and the sensations that were flowing from them, she felt that she was melting as the heat between her legs grew and spread up through her belly.
The hand increased the pressure that was being applied to the front of her panties, increasing the wave of warm wet tingling radiating from between her legs. She hadn't noticed, but he was no longer saying anything, but watching her face as he continued to rube and stroked her now very wet panties. Then, almost without pause, his fingers hooked her panties to one side, and began to assault her exposed wet pussy. She let out a groan as his probing fingers explored her wet pussy, brushing over the wet love petals, and reaching the rose bud of the clit. As soon as his fingers touched her rosebud, it sent a sensation like an electric shock through body, her thighs closed upon the invading hand and its arm. But far from trying to push the hand away, her own hands came up and gripped it, pulling the arm, forcing his hand hard against her rosebud. She shook as the excitement and sensation became too much and exploded into an orgasm. He continued to probe her rosebud, at the same time pushing her shaking body back against the chair.
Slowly she came back to her senses. Looking up at him, standing over her, while he still fingered her, she tried to her cover exposed thighs, but he gently slapped her hands away.
"I don't think so young lady; we are far from finished with this examination."
With that comment, he turned the chair and pulled first one leg up onto the arm of the chair, followed by the other, and then gripping both thighs, pushed them back, spreading her wide open, the light glistening of her wet pussy.
"What are you going to do me?" she asked in a scared "little girl out of her depth" whisper.
He remained silent and just stood over, gazing down on her. How many times had he fantasised about this, all those times this little slut had sat in that chair teasing him, tempting him into destroying his life, dressed like a slut, and now, at last, here she was. He stood savouring the sight before him, enjoying the mix of lust and fear in her young face, that clearly said to him that part of her wanted to run away and cry rape, yet part of her so wanted this.
Without a word he knelt down in front of her, and ran his hands down her thighs, pausing for a second, and holding her gaze. Then he stroked his thumbs over her love petals, and again. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes for a second before opening them again. He lifted one thumb up to her tiny erect rosebud, he had never seen one quite like it, just like a tiny little penis. He gently flicked it, and then pressed his thumb against it. She jerked her thighs forward at his touch. He smiled.
"I think we can get these out of the way" he said, reaching down the sides of her thighs and he gripped the thin straps of her panties and with a firm, shape tug, and a cry from Sally, he ripped her panties and pulled them away from her thighs. Tossing them to one side, he ran his hand up and down her bare thighs and then back down to her naked and smooth pussy, hmmm he thought the little minx must wax. He gently let his fingers brush over her wet love petals and continued to do this for a while, gently teasing her rosebud with his thumb, while the other hand stroked up and down over her pussy petals. He breathed the thick aroma rising up from her pussy. His mouth began to water has he sucked in her sweet smell, slowly he began lower his head down between her thighs.
Meanwhile outside in the reception, Jane, as soon as she realised what was happening had acted. She had watched his hand rest on that slut's knee on the CCTV screen. Transfixed, she watched as the hand advance up the girl's leg. As soon as she was certain that the slut wasn't going to panic or resist, she reached for the phone, and began to contact the last of the days appointments, telling them that the optrometrist had had an emergency and they would have reschedule their appointments. All the while, her eyes continued to watch the screen. She saw the slut tense up and realised that the hand must be touching her pussy. When she put the phone down, she rushed over to the door and flipped the close sign over, and locked the door. Returning behind the counter, she swiftly pulled her panties off, and resuming her seat, spread her thighs. She was already very wet and it had taken all her self control while she was making the telephone calls not to start wanking. Now she could focus on what was happening on the screen. He had now pushed the girl back against the examination chair and had spread the sluts thighs open. She let out a gasp as he ripped her knickers of. The quality of the picture was too poor to show any real detail but it was enough, enough to see that cock teasing minx finally getting what she had been gagging for all these years. Being bisexual, it had been hard watching her strut in here over the years, each time dressing a little sexier and slutier, and not being able to touch. Her feelings where heightened knowing that James must have been going through the same emotional conflict. She used both hands on herself; fingering her sopping wet cunt with one hand, while caressing her clit with the other.
Back in the examination room, Sally watched in fascination has James began to lower his head down between her thighs, his eyes locked with hers. She held her breath, as he hovered over her wet pussy; the gentle feeling of his breath was driving her wild. And then, he kissed her wet pussy lips. She arched her back and her hands griped the arm rests as her she threw back her head and her breath exploded out in a load gasp. Again he kissed her, this time her rosebud, and then her love petals again and again. Each kiss sending a shock wave through young sweet body. After the last kiss, James ran the tip of his tongue up and down her sweet cunt, flicking the tip around her swollen and sensitive clit, before sliding back down and pushing it between her lips and entering her tight sweet cunt. Sally's hands gripped James head, her thighs closed around it, gripping him tightly.
Hmmm a virgin, James thought in surprise, and wow, she is tight he thought, as pushed his tongue up against her intact hymen, and probed for tiny opening. Her juices were flooding out of her, and she was gripping so tightly he was finding it difficult to breath but he continued to twist and twirl his tongue deep inside her until he felt she was right on the edge. Pulling back slightly he moved his mouth back to her rosebud and sucked her clit into his mouth, and began to nibble and lick it. Sally was thrashing around in the chair crying out and groaning loudly to the point of screaming as her orgasm hit her.
Her cries were so loud that that Jane could clearly hear them from the reception, has she furiously fingered her own pussy and rosebud. God she wished she bought in a dildo or something, anything, but there wasn't anything readily to hand. She could see James continuing to lick the slut out for a few minutes. And then he sat back, and then stood up, and began to pull at his clothes. Meanwhile Sally appeared to be in a semi conscious state and did not appear to notice. James shirt dropped to the floor and she could see him pulling at his belt, and then his button and zip. His trousers dropped and he stepped out of them, there was as huge bulge in his boxers as he kicked them away. Then his shorts followed, allowing his large erect cock to spring to life. James just stood there, his hand caressing his cock, clearly waiting for Sally come back down to earth, oh you tease, thought Jane. She couldn't resist it any longer; she was going to have to get in on the act. Jane stood and walked down the corridor towards the closed door of the examination room, pausing, she prayed that the door wasn't locked, her hand reached for the handle. She turned and then gently pushed the door open.
