Encounter in a Doctor’s Office
I had dressed for a meeting with Randy, with a sexy red negligee under a sexy blue dress. I was careful not to get dressed until after Tom left for work. I figured he’d not be home until after I got there, so I should be able to change before he got there.
Randy had contacted me the week before, and I drove to my appointment in his city, near his apartment, rather than taking medical transportation. I was already horny, but had to go to my doctor’s appointment first.
I arrived at my doctor’s office, checked in, and went to the restroom. Almost two hours was a long drive.
My phone dinged a notification. It was Randy. “I can’t make it.“
After a little back-and-forth, I gave up.
“Damn, he is so chismoso,” I thought. “Mentidoso. He has stood me up every time. I swear I’ll never arrange to meet him again.” I knew full well I would agree to meet him the next time he texted me, and I’d be stood up again.
Did I mention I’m Spanish, but I bleach my hair? After all, blondes have more fun, they say.
I went back to the waiting room and was soon called back. I saw a very attractive medical assistant eyeing me from the central desk like I was candy, as I was weighing in.
I sat in the very back room for a few minutes, and my doctor came in. He listened to my heart and lungs, discussed the results of my latest CT scan, and said he had good news.
“I’m getting better?” I asked, hopefully.
He shook his head sorrowfully, patted my hand, and said, “I’m afraid not. It will never improve. The good news is that it’s not getting worse. It’s stable. You might need some special treatment, however.”
He concluded the visit by telling me to remain in the room, and his medical assistant would be in to give me another appointment, leaving me to wonder about the ‘special treatment’ I needed.
Soon, I heard a light knock on the door, and the handsome man I’d seen at the desk entered.
“I’m Fernando, and I’ve been watching you when you come for your appointments. I want you, Hermosa,” he said bluntly. “I’m on my break now, Chica. You look like you need a good fuck.”
My pussy was wet already with his words. I could only nod.
He pulled out his long, thick cock. I reached out and stroked it as he came closer, and I bent my head to take him in my mouth. I started licking and sucking him as my hands played with the length I couldn’t fit in my mouth, as well as his soft balls.
“I have made sure there is nobody in the next room. Everyone is at lunch. Stand up, Mi Puta.”
I stood up, he drew me into his embrace, and kissed me deeply and thoroughly. He pulled the dress off over my head and ran his fingers over my size 38C breasts. My nipples stood at attention.
He stepped back and proceeded to undress. I wanted more of his cock, and I wanted it now.
“Bend over the table, Puta,” he growled.
I was loving this dirty talk. I bent over the table and spread my legs, exposing my ass and pussy to him.
He came up behind me and rubbed some lube on my wet pussy. I moaned softly.
“Keep it quiet,” he said.
He entered me and began thrusting his cock deeply, hitting my G-spot exactly, something my partner wasn’t long enough to do. Then he reached around and played with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
I came hard, panting as my pussy clenched around his cock.
He pulled out, and I felt more lube as his fingers ran around my asshole with it.
I felt his cock pushing against me and moaned softly as he entered me slowly. He continued moving in and out, getting deeper every thrust.
The feeling was delicious, and I was getting ready to come when he buried himself to the hilt and his cum filled me. I came with him.
He pulled out, wiped us both with a package of wipes he got out of the cabinet, and gave my ass one last caress.
“Thanks, Chica. You’re amazing.”
He dressed, and with a wink and a nod at the paper he’d left on the counter, he went out the door.
I put my dress back on, walked back up to the lobby and drove home.
By the time I was getting close to town, I received a text. I saw an exit and promptly pulled off to answer, as it had been Tom’s special notification sound.
“How close are you to town? Do you want to meet for dinner?”
I quickly agreed to meet him in thirty minutes at our favorite restaurant.
“You look nice,” he said, pulling out a chair for me to sit down.
Our evening continued as if nothing had ever happened; I’d always keep this only in my head.
