“Send in the next patient, please Jenny,” I said over the intercom.
“Very good doctor.”
There was a short wait and, surprisingly, Jenny walked in. “I’m your last patient today,” she said.
“Oh, right,” I said, frowning. “Well, take a seat and tell me your problem.”
She blushed and quietly said, ”I’ve got a rash.”
“Okay, let’s have a look then.”
“I’m embarrassed.”
“If I’m going to treat it you, I need to see it, Jenny.”
“Yes, of course.”
She smiled nervously and stood, lifting her skirt. She had her back to me and I sneaked a peek as she shimmied out of her panties. Most unprofessional, I know — but hey, I’m a normal red-blooded female and I’d always been attracted to Jenny.
“Sit in the chair,” I directed, “and put your feet in the stirrups.”
She did as I asked and I turned to view the sweetest pussy I’d seen in a long time. But, on the insides of her thighs, I saw two angry red marks. I knew what they were but I feigned interest.
“Hmm, are they sore?”
“Tender rather than sore.”
“Okay Jenny, this is now the stage where I normally ask you to come in because I’m going to make a close examination.”
She nodded. ”I trust you.”
I bent forward, looked closely for a few moments and gently touched her red skin before going to the medicine cabinet to take out a tube of salve.
“The cause is very simple and the treatment is even simpler. Your panties are too tight and, coupled with this very hot weather, it’s given you a heat rash. This salve will ease it but I think it best if you go without panties for a couple of days. Oh, and don’t wear tights. If you must wear anything, wear stockings.”
Jenny clearly had difficulty not squirming as I rubbed ointment into her skin. I smiled and said, ”You’ve got a lovely pussy.”
“Thank you,” she said, exhaling. “And you’ve got a lovely gentle touch, doctor.”
“Have you ever worn stockings?”
“No. I think they’re too fiddly and tights are much easier and quicker to put on.”
“True, but stockings make a woman feel sexy. I’m wearing them…. look,” I said, using my free hand to pull up my skirt high enough to reveal stocking tops and my shaven pussy.
I had long since rubbed in the salve but I continued massaging her pussy. “You should try shaving, Jenny; it feels so much fresher in this hot weather.”
“I’d thought about it,” she said, “but I’m a bit nervous. You know, with a razor down there.” She looked up at me under her long eye lashes and asked, “I don’t suppose you know where I could get it done, do you?”
“I’d be only too pleased to do it for you.”
“Oh, thank you. I’d feel a lot better with you doing it.”
“Right, since you’re my last patient and it’s Friday evening, why don’t I drop you off at home? We could stop for a drink on the way.”
“Fine. But give me two minutes to nip next door and buy some hold ups.”
When she left, I couldn’t resist picking up her discarded panties and inhaling their fragrance. My clitoris sent messages to my brain as I held the sexy little garment to my face.
~~~
“You’re right,” she said, getting into my car. “I’ve put on the stockings in the ladies room and they feel really sexy.”
“Yes, I never wear anything else.”
“Do you ever wear panties?”
“Oh yes. I’m gay but I’m also very feminine.”
“Yes, I think you’re very feminine,” Jenny said. “I’ve got some lacy strings that you’d look good in.”
“In that case, I’d be pleased to wear them for you.”
Parked at the pub, we went into the lounge and spotted a quiet corner. Jenny went to the bar and bought two gin and tonics and returned to put one in front of me. “You were staring at me,” she said.
“Yes,” I laughed, “you’re very attractive.”
She blushed but sat next to me. “I’ve never been with a woman before.”
“Oh, okay. Why now?”
“Since I split with my boyfriend I’ve been thinking.”
“About what?”
“Well…” she hesitated and took a sip of her drink. “Well, I never really felt what people describe as a jolt when I saw him. You know what I mean?”
“I think so.”
She moved closer and I felt the pressure of a soft breast against my arm. “But I’ve always wanted to get to work to be near you.”
I turned my head and looked into her big, blue eyes. “I’ve always liked having you around, Jenny.”
Our mouths were only millimeters apart. I longed to kiss her and I sighed. “I think we should go.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to kiss you.”
“Yes please.”
“All over.”
“Mmm, yes,” she grinned, “I can’t wait.”
We held hands as we walked to my car. When we’d got in, I gave way to my desires. I kissed her lips and felt a hand resting on my thigh, fingers playing with my suspender button through my skirt.
“Hurry,” she said breathlessly and continued to caress my thigh as I drove. “I wish I’d left my panties on now.”
“Why?”
“Because I’d love to have you take them off me.” She paused, her hand gripping my thigh. “I think maybe that’s a bit kinky, isn’t it?”
“No.” I looked briefly at her, then back to the road. “It’s a really sexy thought. I put yours on in my office.”
“Oh my God!” Then she giggled. ”I nearly came then.”
“Soon,” I laughed, “very soon, Jenny.”
I swung into my driveway and drove to the back of the house.
“Oh, wow. This is beautiful, doctor,” Jenny said, gazing at the lush gardens.
“It belonged to my parents. I inherited it when they died two years ago.”
“It’s stunning,” she said, barely above a whisper.
I stood behind her and kissed her neck. ”It looks even better with you here,” I said and she turned around. Her lips were full and moist, her breath tasted slightly of gin and her tongue had a life of its own, snaking between my teeth.
“Come on into the house,” I breathed into her mouth. “Let’s get rid of that awful hair down there.”
“I’m very wet, Karla,” she said, using my name for the first time that I could remember.
“So am I.”
It took only a few seconds to fill the sink with warm water.
Jenny reached out and gently squeezed a nipple while I rubbed a generous handful of shaving cream onto her mound. I couldn’t resist sliding a finger between her puffy cunt lips as I worked.
“That’s cheating,” she said with a moan and leaned forward to kiss a nipple.
Gently, I pushed her back and proceeded to shave her, every swipe of the razor bringing a low moan from her lips. I shaved around her lovely rosebud while she lay back playing with her nipples. Finally, I rinsed her and helped her down.
“There’s a full-length mirror in the lounge. Come on, take a look at yourself.”
“Oh yes,” she squealed, admiring her shaven pubis in the mirror. “Oh Karla, it looks lovely. I look like a little girl down there.”
“A very sexy little girl,” I said, kneeling to kiss her naked slit.
She gasped and leaned back against the mirror, hands on my head. Reaching through her spread legs, I cupped her luscious buttocks and lifted her until both legs rested on my shoulders. Slowly, I stood and she clung to me, arms around my neck and her cunt mashed against my mouth. She made funny whimpering noises as my tongue explored her inner most depths.
She was wet, very wet, and I loved it. I swallowed every drop of her juices that my tongue drew out — and went back for more. Jenny squealed, heels drumming against my back. I turned round and lowered her to the couch, keeping my mouth firmly clamped to her soaking slit while I crawled around her body.
A shock ran through me when I felt her tongue in my wet pussy and I gasped as it slithered in between my lips. Jenny sucked on my clitoris, then ran her tongue down to the valley of my buttocks. I felt her tongue prodding at my anus.
“Jenny,” I gasped into her wetness, “that’s so fucking nasty.”
“But you like it, though, don’t you?”
I couldn’t answer: my tongue was far too busy probing her delectable rear hole. I felt her holding my ass cheeks apart and she used her tongue like a miniature penis, stabbing and probing. I did the same to her.
If she was genuinely new at this, she was a very quick learner!
Her tongue left my anus and a finger slid into me. She sucked my clitoris again, sending me to the edge of delirium. I followed her example, of course, before gasping, “I’ll come very soon if you keep that up.”
She added a second finger inside me. I screamed that I was coming and my whole body shook with the power of my orgasm. I knew I’d lost control of my bladder, but she kept her mouth on my cunt.
I heard her squealing loudly when her own orgasm took hold. We were completely out of control, and I wanted to get all of me inside her. God knows I tried, but gradually our movements slowed and then stopped. I rolled off and Jenny came up and settled into my arms.
“Oh wow,” she gasped and kissed me. “You’re fucking incredible, Karla. I’ve never come like that before. Not ever!”
“I was very naughty there when I came,” I said. “I think I spurted a drop into your mouth.”
“A gallon more like,” she giggled. “If I’d known it tastes as good as that, I’d have tried it before.”
I kissed her again and slipped a hand between her wet thighs. “You taste of pussy.”
“So do you,” she smiled as she returned the kiss. “I think I could get addicted to it. “
“Come up to my bedroom, darling. I’ve got something there you might like.”
She followed me upstairs and gasped when she saw my huge bed covered in black silk sheets and erotic prints on the walls.
I showed her my long walk-in wardrobe. In one part, I have my working day outfits. In another section, I have my play clothes: dresses and skirts made from latex, rubber or leather; bustiers, basques, corsets, bras and suspender belts. On the floor, dozens of pairs of boots and shoes, some with impossibly high heels.
I pulled open a drawer and showed her tiny rubber panties, lacy French knickers and tight g-strings.
“Oh my God” she exclaimed and I opened another cupboard and brought out two pairs of rubber panties,
“These are the reason I sometimes find it hard to keep still at the surgery.” I smiled and handed a pair to her. “Put them on and tell me what you think.”
In the gusset were two rubber dildos, one about six inches long and the other about three inches. I oiled each one before she wiggled into the sexy garment. It took a few seconds but eventually, they were on and she stood with a dreamy expression on her pretty face.
“Oooh yes,” she laughed as she walked slowly up and down, “who needs a man?”
I pulled on my pair on and shivered at the wonderful feeling of contentment as the dildos filled me front and back.
“The nice thing about these is that they don’t fart and roll over to sleep,” I said, bringing a delightfully sexy giggle from Jenny as she sat… very slowly!
“How many orgasms do you have in a day wearing these?”
“Not as many as you think. I just tune them out if I’m with a difficult patient.”
Jenny moved her bottom sensuously to and fro on the chair as I watched.
She looked at me and said that she was in love. “I’m going to marry these panties, Karla,” she laughed and looked expectantly at me as I knelt between her legs and stroked the thin rubber gusset.
“We’ve got a long weekend. Come with me to my cottage,” I said. “It’s got a private beach and private rear garden. All it needs is a beautiful, sexy girl to make it complete. We can be there in an hour. Say you’ll come, darling. Please say you will.”
“Can we make love on the beach?”
“We can — and we will.”
“Can I keep these on?”
“Definitely.”
“I’ll come.”
“Yes, you will, that’s for sure,” I laughed. “You’ll come all right.”
***
Author’s note – my thanks to JWren for editing this story
