4 comments/ 122761 views/ 3 favorites Dr. Bob By: Clohi Going to the dentist was never something I enjoyed. I hate the sounds and the smells in the dentist’s office. Unfortunately, I had recently had some work done and was now back in the dentist’s office to have it checked and my teeth cleaned. Everyone was always very friendly. Pam, the dental assistant, was gentle when it came to handling everything. She was always very pleasant to be around. And not too bad to look at. I bet she gets men hitting on her all the time. She’s about 5’4”, slim, good size chest and a smile that just makes you happy. Today, she seemed particularly happy and cheerful. I also noticed that her uniform was just a little tighter than normal. Every time she leaned over me, her chest nearly popped out. My dentist, Dr. Bob, as he likes to be called, is another fascinating person in the office. He’s tall, probably close to 6’2”, very handsome with dark hair peppered with gray and the darkest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s older, probably in his mid-50’s, but still extremely attractive. I remember I was referred to him by one of my girlfriends and now I know why. As I laid back in the chair, I realized I must be the last appointment of the day. It seemed that only Pam and Dr. Bob were left with me. As Pam came in, she told me to open wide and started to do the basic cleaning. Everytime she leaned forward, her brest would rub my arm. I found myself getting excited by this innocent touch. Her nipples were hard and I could feel them on my skin. I wanted to reach up and squeeze them, open her uniform and look at them. When she was done, she told me Dr. Bob would be in in a moment. I sat back and tried to calm myself, relaxing. As Dr. Bob entered the room, I smiled and laid back again. He leaned over me and I felt him so close that I could smell him. He smelt like woods and vanilla. It was extremely erotic. I had let my arm dangle down the side of the chair and as Dr. Bob worked on my mouth, I felt his groin rub against me every once in a while. He was big. I could feel him growing under my hand each time. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it by accident or on purpose but I know he was getting as much excitement out of it as I was. I noticed that as Dr. Bob worked, he kept looking down. I followed his gaze and saw where he was looking. Down my shirt. I had worn a push up lace bra today that barely held me in. Laying the way I was, my shirt was open and my breasts were clearly visible, my nipples poking out the top of my bra. Dr. Bob pushed his groin against me again. This time, I cupped my hand and groped him. He stopped and looked at me. I moved my hand slowly, massaging him through his pants and squeezing gently. He smiled and finished checking out my mouth. When he was done, he set all his tools down on the tray and pushed it to the side. He didn’t step back and I still had my hand on his growing groin. I squeezed harder and he reached down, unzipping his pants. I slipped my hand inside and grabbed hold of his cock. He was huge and hard in my hand. As I jerked his cock, his hand pushed up under my skirt. When his fingers touched my wet panties, my breathing got quick and I pulled harder on his cock. His fingers slipped inside my panties and rubbed up and down my skit. My fingers wrapped tighter around the tip of his cock and pulled. He moaned and smiled at me, slipping a finger up inside me. Dr. Bob pushed my skirt up and then pulled my panties down. He tossed them to the floor and then set back to fingering my moist pussy. The tip of his middle finger pushed against my clit, rubbing it in small circles. I moaned and pulled harder on his cock. I wanted to see him so I pushed his pants down and looked down at his cock. He was thick and the tip was throbbing. Again, I slipped my fingers around his shaft and massaged him up and down. Dr. Bob had two fingers deep inside my tight pussy now, stroking them in and out faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm building. I moaned and arched up, pulling hard on his rod as my orgasm ripped through me. Dr. Bob smiled and lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. Pushing his pants down and off, Dr. Bob stripped naked. He had an amazing body, Crawling up so he was straddling me on the chair, he unbuttoned my shirt, opening it wide. His hands cupped my breasts and pushed them together. Pulling my tits out of my bra, he fingered my nipples. Rubbing his thumbs over my nubs, he pushed and pulled on my tender breasts. His cock was hard between his legs. Taking him in his hand, he slowly guided his cock to my pussy. I arched up as the tip touched me and opened me. He was so thick, I felt like my pussy was stretching wide. He pushed his cock all the way in, slowly. Then he pulled out, even slower. Teasing me, he stroked my hot pussy with his hard tool. I could hear the suction in the room as his cock popped out of me. Finally, he rammed himself in and stayed. As we fucked, we both had forgotten about Pam. Well, Pam didn’t forget about us. As the door opened and she stepped in, she stopped, watching Dr. Bob pound his cock into me. I looked at her and her eyes were taking in the scene in front of her. She came over and I lost sight of her as she went to the bottom of the chair. I moaned as I felt her fingers stroking my thigh and then touch my pussy. Her fingers were moving from my pussy to Dr. Bob’s cock as he plunged in and out of me. Dr. Bob pulled out and Pam laid on her back on the bottom of the chair. I felt and heard her take his wet cock in her mouth and suck. Then she guided his cock back into my pussy. I moaned and pushed up to meet him. My orgasm was building again and I knew his was too. Grunting, he thrust harder and harder into me, his balls slapping against me. Pam had stood and removed her uniform. Naked, she watched and played with her tits and her pussy. I watched her fingers disappearing in and out of her own mound. Dr. Bob was slamming into me. He grunted and I moaned. He pulled out and his cum shot over my pussy. Pam immediately took his cock in her mouth and sucked him clean. When she was done with him, she turned to me. Her mouth settled over my pussy and her tongue snaked out to lick all the cum. I moaned as her tongue plunged into me and then circled above me. Dr. Bob stood there and watched. I told Pam to lay up on top of me, her pussy in my face. With her legs up over my head, I opened her pussy with my fingers and licked. She moaned and did the same to my sensitive slit. Up and down, I ran my tongue over her, slipping inside her and pushing deep. Her blonde bush was soft and pink. Her tongue was working my pussy, making small circles over my clit. Dr. Bob knelt down with her and soon I felt both of their tongues on my pussy. I grunted and moaned as another orgasm took me. I slammed a finger inside Pam’s pussy and she moaned, her orgasm ripping through her. Crawling off me, she smiled and ran naked out of the room. Dr. Bob finished undressing me, his mouth and hands all over my breasts. As his tongue circled my nipple, his fingers were tugging on my other nipple. Pam came back in carrying something behind her back. She smiled and came over to me. She leaned over, whipped her tongue over my nipple and then pulled a two headed dildo out from behind her back. Dr. Bob’s eyes lit up and I felt my body shiver. Getting up from the chair, I reached for the dildo and ran my tongue over one of it’s heads. I leaned over the chair, my ass in the air and told her to stick it in me. Dr. Bob took it and said he wanted to do it. As I leaned over, Dr. Bob slowly pushed the dildo head into my tight pussy. I moaned and pushed back against it. When it was inside me, he stopped and I looked over my shoulder. Pam was leaning back the other direction, her ass pointed at mine. Dr. Bob was slowly pushing the other dildo head into her pussy. She moaned and I felt her push on it, which pushed it further into me. I felt so full. As Pam and I fucked the two headed monster, Dr. Bob played with our pussies. His fingers dove in and out of my pussy as the dildo pushed in and out. Then I felt his finger on my ass. Pam moaned out and I knew that he was doing the same thing to her. As we fucked the dildo, Dr. Bob wedged his fingers down in our assholes. It was fucking incredible. I pushed harder on the dildo, my orgasm already threatening. I cried out as it rushed through me. Pam followed quickly behind me. Dr. Bob withdrew the dildo from both of us and I dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock was hard again and I wanted to taste him. Slipping my mouth over his tool, I sucked the tip hard and fast. Pam knelt down beside me and she took his balls in her mouth and sucked. Dr. Bob was moaning and thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Pam and I licked and sucked on his shaft, our toungues fighting each other. His cock twitched and then erupted, his cum shooting everywhere. Pam and I licked him, sucking every last drop. I now have all my dentist appointments late with Dr. Bob and Pam. I may not like having my teeth cleaned, but as long as I get to suck on something afterwards, I’m ok. Dr. Bob and his Dildo He placed his hands on her pussy, running his fingers through her silky black hair made him more determined to have her alone and lying on the table. Her purring let him know that she was comfortable with the way he touched her. He could do whatever he wanted now. So many women found it uncomfortable to have their pussies fingered in such a way. "An exceptional beauty," he said. "My pussy?" she asked, smugly, knowing her pussy made everyone think that way. "Yes. Most Persians have those ugly pushed in faces, but your pussy is quite lovely. She's very content too." "Oh Dr. Bob you must say that about everyone's pussy, mine is really no different." "I assure you I'm being quite honest with you, Ms. Dildo." "That's Deedoh, the 'L' is silent." "I'm sorry, Ms. Dildo. You must be French, n'cest pas?" "Yes my father was very nice, thank you for asking. No I'm half Italian, half German and half Chinese." She is beautiful he thought to himself, yet something about her didn't add up. "I would never have guessed looking at you., I thought you were more Swedish with your hair and all." Dr. Bob couldn't help but notice the way the light reflected off the golden strands of her ebony hair. He thought she could be Swedish or English or both. Swish. Yes, that was it she looked Swish. "Oh." She smiled and touched her hair. "I hear that so often. You'd be amazed how many people think I'm Swish, you know half Swedish, half English." This man is handsome as well as able to take care of a girl's pussy. Many men don't really care how a woman feels about her pussy. This man however knew all about pussies. After all, he handled so many in a day. Phyliss wished she had stayed in school so she wouldn't feel so dull next to him. She wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps, except Phyliss didn't have a peg leg, so she chose to be an outliner, like her father. Not many people realized how difficult it was to draw a chalk line around a body. Years of study in the field and many boxes of chalk made her one of the best around she was always in demand. Her business card read, "A Dildo for every body" "Ms. Dildo," Dr Bob interrupted her reverie, "I hope you don't mind if I'm impertinent?" "Not at all, Dr Bob. Many men seem to have that problem nowadays. Have you thought about Viagra?" "Well not really, I had a bad experience in Canada years ago. All that water...what I meant was, I was wondering if maybe...um.... I could come to your place and check out your pussy there. I usually am not in the habit of asking out patients.... or their owners, but I really think you're. ...Swell." "Oh my god, he's asking me out! What should I do? He's a handsome doctor that knows how to take care of my pussy." She looked out toward the audience for dramatic effect only to realize it was a short story with no audience but the reader, you, who is reading this now. "Does he really like me or is he after my pussy. Other men have wanted only to stroke the soft velvety hair that so few have been allowed to touch. What are his true intentions I wonder?" "Um, Ms Dildo? I can hear you." "What?" "I can hear what you're saying, see the quotation marks there, they mean that you're speaking out loud." "Oh." She looked at him with her big emerald eyes that sparkled like coal. She wondered if she should have spoken in italics, but then she remembered, she studied Spanish. "Are you alright Ms. Dildo? You appear disoriented." "That's because I'm half Chinese. Dr Bob, would you like to have dinner at my place this evening? You don't need reservations, there's plenty of parking and I love to cook. I don't really get much of a chance to cook for two. I'm either outlining some strange body or taking care of my pussy." "I would be delighted. It's been a while since I've had a home cooked meal. Not since my mother's passing." "I'm sorry, I didn't realize your mother was...dead." "What? Oh she's not dead; she just passes by and throws a paper bag with a sandwich in it for me out of the car window. If I'm lucky I get it before the neighbor's shitzu's all over it." "I would report neighbors like that, that's so wrong and so unsanitary. Shall we say, 6ish?" "Yes." "6ish," Breathlessly said in unison. "I'll see you then Ms. Dildo. And..." handing her Persian cat back to her. "Here is your pussy with a clean bill of health." "Thank you Dr. Bob." She purred," I'll see you 6ish." "6ish it is. Ms. Dildo." He barked back at her. Phyliss Dildo lived in a modest home, it was long and had wheels, but she was no better than any other person in the trailer park. Even though she had the best view of the surrounding landfill and she was upwind from the chemical toilet dump, she was anything but a snob. Her yard was decorated tastefully with truck tires painted white, which held an assortment of petunias. She also had a beautiful rose bush that she religiously pruned. Phyliss felt that keeping her bush trimmed looked so much better than letting it go wild. Hanging above her awning was a sign she was quite proud of, it read, "I love Pussy" with a little heart in place of the word love. Her next-door neighbors, two lovely girls, Pat and Chris, would always comment on it. "Hey Phyliss, how's your pussy?" Pat would shout whenever Phyliss was outside bending over her petunias. "Look's pretty damn good from here!" Then Chris would comment on how well trimmed her bush was, but it would confuse Phyliss whenever Chris mentioned she preferred hers to be shaved. Phyliss would wave and thank them though she was always puzzled how they could see her pussy from outside. Her pussy rarely saw the light of day. She had gotten used to their odd religious practice of tying a mirror over the tops of their shoes whenever Phyliss wore a skirt. Glancing up at the clock, which was also a cat with a swinging tail to keep the minutes in time with its shifting eyes. She noticed Dr. Bob would soon be there. She ran to the bathroom for a quick once over. Her green eyes were like two perfect sapphires tessellated on opposite sides of her perfect nose. Lush pouting lips lay just beneath her nose, which was quite a good spot for them. They were not supermodel pouting lips, but not like strips of liver either. She applied a thin layer of lipstick, not too red but not at all orange, and then blended a highlight of pink before layering on a polyurethane sealer. Perfect. A tapping on her screen door made her jump and she bumped her head on the ceiling. Dr. Bob was right on time which was perfect for her, she hated when it took a man a long time to come. She walked over to the door to see him standing there, chocolates under one arm, a bottle of wine under the other, and a bouquet of Calla Lilies under his other arm. Unlatching the door she swung it open for him to enter. "Hello, Dr. Bob. Please come inside," then peering out the door and looking both ways, she added. "It's not safe after dark and there are wolves." "Thank you Ms. Dildo. May I say your home is quite long?" "Why yes it is, I was going to get a double but I would have to pay triple so I got the single since it's silly to pay triple for a double when I'm only one person who is single." "That makes perfect sense to me. Oh! I brought these for you Ms. Dildo. Belgian chocolates, I hope you like them." "I love their waffles so I'm sure I will." "Calla Lilies." "I didn't know they were in bloom again." "Such a strange flower. My mother carried them on her wedding day." "What about your father?" "He was much too heavy for her. I brought some wine for dinner." "How sweet. I hope you like Italian?'' "I love fettuccini." "Oh, I don't know much about opera, but I did make spaghetti capybara." "I'm sure it will be quite comestible considering what I normally eat." "Not to worry, I have a fire extinguisher." "What I meant was I'm positive tonight will be a gastronomical marvel." "I love to gaze at the stars too. Perhaps we can do it after dinner?" "I would love to do it with you Ms. Dildo." "No need to be so formal, please call me Phil." "I shall, Phil, if you call me Bob. Is Phil short for Phyliss?" "Yes, it is, but the first 'S' is silent. Shall we sit and I'll start to serve?" Phyliss went to the stove and dipped into her pasta pot. She worried if she had made enough; she had hoped 30lbs would be sufficient for two people. Using her garden rake she scooped the strands of spaghetti into a large bowl and placed it on the table in front of Dr.Bob. Followed by a tureen of sauce and a platter of marble sized meatballs. "I hope you don't have a problem with tiny meatballs, Bob?" "No problem there, Phil" "Oh dear Bob, I forgot bread sticks!" Bob used his pocket periscope to see Phil over the heaping bowl of pasta. He was enamored with the way she delicately twirled her spaghetti on her fork and heartily shoved it in her luscious mouth. The splattering of sauce gave him impure thoughts and he found himself starting to blush. This woman had class written all over her as well as capybara sauce. "That's quite alright Phil, I'm not really into breadsticks. I'm more of a donut/bagel man." Using her knife like a machete, she cut a path through the bowl of pasta as easily as Moses parted the Red Sea. She watched him as he threw the meatballs up in the air and caught them in his mouth. She wondered how she managed to land a date with a man as refined as he. His salt and pepper hair reminded her that she had forgotten oregano. She immediately slid down from the pasta bowl and ran over to her spice cupboard. Her eyes scanned for the oregano. Salt. Pepper. Saltpeter. Dill weed. Damn, where could the oregano be? Then she spotted a small plastic bag in the corner. It was the herbs that her neighbors Pat and Chris had given her when she had them over. It was the night they said they wanted to have fish tacos, which was also strange because they said they were both experienced muff divers, yet she never saw a boat or scuba gear. Pulling the bag down, she discarded the small rectangular papers that must have been there to keep the herbs from getting damp. The desert humidity had a way of getting into everything. One of the drawbacks of living in the deserts of Pennsylvania was the scorching humidity; it gnawed its way into everything. It was like a beaver gnawing into pressure treated two by fours to use in building a dam. She ran around to other side of the table and threw a handful of the herbs onto Dr. Bob's plate. "Sorry Bob, I forgot the special spices." "Thank you Phil." He coughed as the dusting of herbs filled his lungs. He couldn't help but notice how firm her ass looked in her spandex jeans as she bumped into the table after slipping on an escaped meatball that landed on the floor from an over anticipated throw which bounced off of his lower lip causing the meatball to ricochet from his mouth to his water glass, off the pasta bowl and to the ceiling before landing unceremoniously on the floor. He could feel a stirring in his groin, not like a gas bubble, but more like arousal. As she leaned over to wipe up some of the sauce that had spilled from her collision with the table, he couldn't help but notice that her breasts were like two ferrets chasing each other in a burlap sack. He could smell her perfume and he felt his member start to rise. "I'm pitching a tent." He thought, "Not a pup tent, but a big tent, like at the circus but without clowns.' He decided to bring up a lighter topic to talk about to take his mind off of his growing lust. They chatted about the usual dinner topics like Quantum physics, mitochondrial DNA and origami. However, when she said the word origami all he could think of was orgasm, and his dick would tap out Morse code against his thigh, F...U...C...K. He realized he didn't know much about her, only about her pussy, and a man should know more about a woman then what her pussy is like. "So tell me Phil do you have any siblings?" Bob inquired. "No, just a brother." Said Phyliss as she nervously strung meatballs together on a strand of spaghetti, which made her think of Christmas garland, which made her think of how wonderful it would be to spend Christmas with this man and making love under the Christmas tree, but not on the tiny village she placed below it, especially where the manger was concerned because after all she could never do it in front of the baby Jesus. She then realized her hands had slipped between her legs creating memories of her own. "Are you close?" Bob asked. "What?" The question brought Phyliss back to the present and she distractedly continued to play with her meatball garland. "Your brother, are the two of you close?" He asked while playing cats in the cradle with a few of the longer strands of spaghetti. "Oh, that. Well he lives in the state but I haven't seen him in a while, he's sort of the black sheep of the family. He was quite a handful." "A real firecracker, huh?" "No more like a fire starter. He's an arsonist...but reformed. In fact he did have a job in a lumber yard for a while, but he had to quit." "He was tempted by all the wood there?" "No, the knot holes, he also had an incredibly abnormally high libido and the temptation was too much, not to mention the splinters." Phyliss was going through her own private hell of wanton thoughts and feelings. The smell of his Old Spice made her long for the sea. When he stood up to demonstrate the proper way to rectally examine a giraffe her eyes were like magnets and his crotch was a refrigerator. She had outlined a lot of males in her time, but Dr. Bob was an exceptional display of manhood. In her mind she could see him lying sprawled on the ground as if he had fallen from a building, all splayed out before her, but without the blood and splattered internal organs. She wanted nothing more but to run her chalk around his firm, ripe body. She decided it was time for dessert and as Dr. Bob poured them some wine from the carton, she presented a platter of puff pastries, petite fours, Napoleons and cream puffs she had learned to make after studying at the Cordon Bleu, where she graduated top s in her class and was given the Elizabeth Crocker award. It had been her dream once to own her own dinner, a lovely roadside stop that was a shiny silver trailer shaped like a bullet, a silver bullet like her vibrator only much larger and not in need of batteries. Her thoughts were turning to sex again and it didn't help to watch Bob sucking and licking the cream out of the cream puffs. His tongue swirled in the opening where she inserted the tube of filling. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to be that cream puff. Dr Bob was getting stiffer as he watched her lick the chocolate off her éclair, her tongue using long flat strokes up the length of that lucky bun. When she placed her whole mouth over the pastry and sucked the cream out of the top, then dove back down over it again and again to get to the cream that lay lower inside, using the patented vacuum motion technique, he felt his heart beginning to pound and made a mental note to check and see if her trailer hitch still had chrome on it. "Bob, would you like something else?" asked Phyliss as she held two cupcakes in front of her chest, both with a cherry in the middle. "What?" The question as well as the blob of cream hanging off her chin distracted Bob. "I asked you if you are interested in something else. Coffee perhaps?" "Oh yes. Coffee would be fine. Um...Phil, you have some cream hanging off your chin, if you come closer I can lick it off you...I mean wipe it off you." Phyliss couldn't believe her ears and well as her sloppiness. She decided it was now or never and she would jump in with both feet, since they came as a set and she wondered if it was the wine or the spices that made her want to jump his bones. "Bob, at the risk of sounding like a loose and brazen harlot, a shameless trollop, or even a filthy whore, I would prefer you lick it off." The sound of Bob's chair hitting the floor made Phyliss jump slightly and before she knew it, she was in Bob's arms. "It would be my pleasure Phil." Like the St. Bernard's he treated often, Bob used his tongue to lap at Phyllis's chin; long flat strokes cleaned her chin as well as some of her makeup. Phyliss grabbed a roll of paper towels and wiped her face. No man had ever given her a tongue bath like that before and this had her swooning. "Kiss me Bob, kiss me like no man has ever kissed a woman, I mean not like how you would kiss your mother or an Aunt, but like a woman who isn't your sister or niece. Kiss me like Marc Anthony kissed Cleopatra, like George Burn's kissed Gracie Allen, like how Seigfried kisses Roy. Kiss me long and hard, kiss me with wild abandon, kiss me underneath the bearded barley, kiss me like..." Bob placed his hand over Phyliss' mouth. "Shut up Phil and let me kiss you, like no man has ever kissed you before." "Okay." Mumbled Phyliss through Bob's hand. He leaned in to kiss her, pressing his soft man lips against her soft woman lips, smooshing against them twisting his head around like the soap opera stars do before slipping his tongue into her mouth. Phyliss could feel a sensation like a tornado spawning in her belly, or was it Bob's tongue? Which ever it was, it was wonderful. Bob, in the throes of his lip-lock, couldn't believe how forward he was in his pursuit of Phyliss. It wasn't like him at all, perhaps it was the wine or the food or the fact that she was built like an expansion bridge but with more sway. Bob felt more alive than he had in years and it was all because of Phyliss's pussy. "Oh Bob, my pussy's on fire. Do something quick, only you can put it out." "Yes Phil, I can feel it too, the heat rising up my legs." "No Bob, I mean, my pussy is really on fire!" The smell of burning hair caught his attention and he looked down to see her Persian cat smoldering from one of the candles that had fallen off the table and landed next to her pussy's tail. Thinking fast he grabbed at the first bit of material he could and ripped Phyliss's blouse off her body to wrap around her pussy. Not only was he able to smother the flames but also it would save him time later not having to undo all of those buttons. He told Phyliss to fill the sink and he plunged her pussy into the water. Bob knew that most pussies love only a tongue bath but he knew that a wet pussy was better than no pussy. The smoke had started to clear when he took the towel Phyliss handed him and started to dry off her pussy. He was just about to hand her pussy back to her when he stopped and saw Phyliss standing near the counter in just her bra. "My God Phil, I've never seen melons as big as yours." "Oh those, I've had them for a while now, I'm surprised you didn't notice sooner." "No I didn't, may I touch them?" "Please do Bob." Bob walked over to Phyliss and reached out picking up the two rather large cantaloupes that sat next to her on the countertop. Pushing them together he cupped them in his hands while his thumbs ran along their outer flesh making little circles over the stem scar. He then leaned in putting his nose between the two melons and inhaled deeply. Fresh fruits were his passion and he had hoped one day to have his own orchard or at least a small garden. "Sorry Phil, I have a thing for huge melons, fruits both citrus and otherwise are my passion." Phyliss, suddenly feeling very brave, reached behind and undid the clasp on her bra, letting it drop to the floor. "Yeah, well, how do you like these apples?" Bob's eyes almost fell out of his sockets like those novelty glasses where the eyeballs are attached to a spring and pop out and bounce up and down. He was suddenly glad he didn't have a huge freakish circus penis because the hard-on he suddenly got would have hit him in the face just as if he had stepped on a rake. Dr. Bob and his Dildo Bob swallowed hard before he spoke, his eyes glued to her ample breasts. "They would make one hell of a pie." Phyliss walked over to Bob, took his hands and placed them on her breasts. "100% organic not like those waxy ones in the grocery store, no bruises or fruit-flies either." Bob let his hands massage her breasts. They were firm yet giving, like big beautiful bags of jello, and so soft like baby ducks but without beaks or feathers. He looked into her big brown eyes and as if she read his mind, she gave him a slight nod. Bob rolled her hardened nipples between his fingers regretting all the years he spent playing with the dials of his ham radio when he could have been tuning in a fine set of nipples rather than his friend in Tokyo. Chess with Akira was nothing like this, he thought as he bent in to lightly kiss her little flesh pebbles. "Hell's bells! What a rush!" He thought as his eyes crossed and so did Phyliss's legs. The passion between them started to grow, as well as other things. "Shall we move this to the bedroom Bob?" "I think we should move both of them Phil." She slapped Bob on the shoulder. "Tag, you're it!" and then she ran toward the back of the trailer to her boudoir, which was also her bedroom. He was right on her heels and thinking about his old football (American not European) days and tackled her onto the bed. He quickly turned her onto her back and kissed her deeply, they melted together like two chocolate bars on the dashboard of a car on a hot summer day. Hurriedly, they tore at each other's clothes until it looked like a ticker tape parade right there in her bedroom. Not once did the thought of pulling out the dust buster cross her mind. They admired each other, his manhood and her woman hood, taking in the obvious differences. As she lay there looking like the letter "X" he asked, "What about protection?" "I've locked the door and I have a revolver in the night stand." "No, I meant, you know...the other kind of protection." Suddenly a light went on when she clapped her hands and she opened the drawer of the nightstand. It burst open like a possum belly that had lain dead on the side of the road for a week exposing an array of rubbers, condoms and prophylactics. "Okay, we have latex, natural, ribbed for her comfort, flavored, glow-in-the-dark, designer, generic and name brand." She grabbed a handful examining the inventory and then looked up into his wide-eyed, drooling face. "Oh, I'm not a whore I just always believed in being prepared. It's my boy scout training." Bob was like a kid in a candy store with a $50 bill and a sweet tooth. As he ferreted through the condom cornucopia before him, Phyliss amused herself by making a small balloon menagerie of animals from his discards. Rolling the finally chosen condom up his stiff member, he was reminded of his great grandma's stockings that were rolled down to the calves making her legs look like dismembered sausages. He quickly pushed that thought from his mind and thought about pushing himself into Phyliss. She lay there looking more beautiful than Botticelli's Venus, more enigmatic than the Mona Lisa and softer than a velvet painting of Elvis. Phyliss couldn't believe the moment was at hand where it wasn't her chalk, but her arms and legs that would soon surround Bob like the creature in the Alien movies that suctioned itself to the wary victims faces. It was Nirvana, the spiritual one not the alternative band. There union was bliss as they moved together in mad animal lust, which was only fitting seeing he was a veterinarian. As they reached the moment of truth, Phyliss could almost swear she heard fireworks. It wasn't until later that she found out that her neighbor Crazy Willie's shed full of illegal fireworks had caught fire and everything inside exploded. Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms. Probably because they were in a twin bed and basked in the afterglow of the now smoldering fire of their passion and Crazy Willie's burning shed. Just two more people joined together because of a little pussy. A very big Thank You to vella_ms for it was her twisted sense of humor that helped me to finally finish this story. Okay and her fine-tuning helped also...now I owe the bitch one. Dr. Brown They say that life can be full of surprises and thus it should have come as no great surprise to Mary that her life was to change so dramatically. This was not the case though for as the events unfolded Mary found she was as shocked as she was excited by the whole affair. For the longest time Mary's life had been routine. She had married very young and although her husband was there physically the spark had long since gone. Oh don't get me wrong now; they were still close, and still made love on occasion, but even in those rare occasions the act was more mechanical than passion filled. Had you asked Mary she would have denied this though, for even she had no idea there was something lacking, and thus our story unfolds. Sliding her stockings up each leg Mary looks at the imagine within the mirror. Mmmm I still have nice legs she thinks, although stocking perhaps are a bit old fashioned. She turns slightly admiring the curves of her calves then rises up on her toes as though in heels. No... they are still nice she thinks. She remembers back to the time she was first dating her husband oh how he loved stockings, the feel, the look, and the passion they inspired. She remembered how he caressed her legs in the back seat of her parents car on a trip one day, how naughty, and exciting it felt, and then she wished he were here now to quench the desires those thoughts brought forth. It had been months now since they had last made love and Mary's body begged for a little passion. Pushing that thought aside though Mary goes to her closet and takes out a long grey dress which she then puts on. Again she looks in the mirror, turning this way, and that, then goes to her dresser to retrieve a slip. Although the dress was grey Mary still detected the shadow of her legs visible beneath within the bright morning sun. After donning the slip Mary again checked her image, and this time she seemed suitably satisfied for she then turned to her make-up and began applying it. An hour later Mary arrived at Dr. Schmidt's office. He was nice as doctors go, but still she never enjoyed these annual physicals, and having to go to a doctor always made her uneasy. Exiting her car Mary couldn't help but notice that Dr. Schmidt's parking spot was empty; oh great she thought he is running late and I'll have to wait. Suddenly a bright red convertible pulls into the lot and parks in that very spot. Hey!!! you can't park there, Mary shouts, that's the doctors spot. Oh I know, replies the tall greying man who begins to exit, I am the doctor. No your not, Mary quickly responds, I know Dr. Schmidt and your not him. Smiling the man says, Oh!!! you must be a patient! Your right, I am not Dr. Schmidt, I am Dr. Brown. I have taken over his practice for a while, and I believe you have an appointment with me? Stunned by this new Mary checks out the man before her. He is tall greying with a full beard and steely hazel eyes. Those eyes seem to take in her whole body as though there were no clothes present, and yet they had a certain sparkle which held her gaze and calmed her fears. His smile is warm and inviting, and his general features appeared carved as if by a sculptor. All in all he was quite handsome. Adding to this picture was the man's choice of dress, for instead of a smart business suit he wore black casual/dress slacks, a fiery red silk shirt, and a black leather blazer. The attire did little to hide the obvious muscular form beneath, and as he moved Mary caught scent of his sweet, sexy, cologne. Mary is not sure if it was due to the fact that she had to find out her doctor had turned over his practice without informing the patients, or perhaps it was the fact that she actually found this man quite handsome, but in any case she was lost in thought until Dr. Brown moved forward and took her by the arm. Socked out of her reverie Mary looked down at the hand and arm leading her on. The grip was firm and yet not painful, and it struck her that somehow this was not appropriate but before she could voice her thoughts Dr. Brown spoke. Not to criticize my fellow professionals but don't you think it is wrong not to inform your patients of such a change, he asks Umm, yeah Mary responds I was just thinking the same thing. I have had so many problems with this change since I took over, he continues, that I would understand if you want to cancel today. After all patients should feel comfortable with their doctor and not be afraid to tell them anything. Listening to his words Mary responds, no that's ok I may as well get this over with. So tell me what happened? Oh it is a long story he begins, basically Dr. Schmidt and I studied together in med school and recently he was asked to do a symposium on specialization vs general practicioning. Well it was a once in a lifetime opportunity so he called me to see if I could take over, but once I came by I found his methods didn't coincide with mine so I opened my office upstairs from his. One of the things I found out too late was that Dr. Schmidt did not inform his patients as he had promised to do, and although I understand he was preoccupied I still felt it was a necessity. Now his receptionist is directing patients to my office, and re-doing all the patient files to my satisfaction. Unfortunately this has not allowed us the opportunity to contact the various patients to advise them of the change and I must treat each patient as though this were their first visit ever. After escorting you through the doors Dr. Brown pushes the button for the elevator, then turns to smile once again at you. Excuse me he says but I don't remember your name... Oh I'm sorry, she responds, its Mary, Mary Jane. Well Mrs. Jane tell me was there a specific problem you were coming for today? No, Mary responds, today was just an annual physical. But please call me Mary Well that is convenient then isn't it, he proceeds. Since I would like to start from scratch anyway this will make it easier for both of us. As the elevator doors open Dr. Brown then slides his hand up against Mary's back and guides her inside. Again it occurs to her that somehow this is wrong but as he slides it down and away with the lightest of touches, her body shivers and the thought is lost. Dr. Brown is careful to guide Mary in front of the elevator controls and then as his hand slips off Mary's back he brings it up barely brushing the firm breasts in order to push the appropriate floor button. He smiles to himself as both touches caused the sexy lady to shiver. Once again as the elevator doors opened Dr. Brown slipped his hand up onto Mary's back and guided her out in to the empty corridor. It's this way he says applying a gentle pressure with his fingers, and instinctively she turns in the indicated direction. Once again Dr. Browns hands slips away from Mary's back and once again he is rewarded with a shiver which passes through the young wife only this time the fingers detect the outline of a garter belt, and a wide smile appears on Dr. Brown's face. Together they proceed down the corridor until they approach an elegant stained glass door. Printed in fancy gold lettering is a sign indicating Dr. Anton Brown General Practitioner, and Dr. Brown removes his keys and unlocks the door. Upon entering the clinic Dr. Brown escorts Mary directly into the examination room, where he hands her a gown and asks her to please change into it while he finishes preparing her chart, and opening up. Mary smiles as she watches the doctor depart, and then before beginning to remove her clothes she looks around. The examination room is far different from any she had ever been in. First there were huge windows allowing the bright sun to stream in, there was a beautiful metal and glass rack to hang and store your clothes on, along with a full length wood framed mirror. The examination table was a well padded leather affair, and even the consultation chairs were deep and plush. Unlike most examination rooms this one had no visible desks nor were there neatly stored selections of tongue depressors swabs and forms, although much to her surprise there was a wide selection of magazines; only a handful of which had titles she even recognized. Returning to the task at hand Mary started by removing her belt then dress, slip, stockings, and garter belt. Reaching behind her she then grasped the clasp of her bra and paused. Slowly her hands lowered leaving the bra in place and the donned the robe. Not yet feeling comfortable about this whole situation Mary chose to sit in one of the consultation chairs, and was shocked when she sank into it and the foot rest flipped up into place. God this chair was comfortable she thought and ohhhh so warm too. Squirming her buns from side to side Mary found there really was no uncomfortable position and as she shifted forward to lower the foot rest, she found it would not release. Now due to the deep plush styling of the chair's design Mary found she was almost trapped there. It took her several minutes to finally squirm out and remarkably when she did the foot rest lowered. Glad to finally get out Mary decided to not risk that again and instead opted to sit upon the examination table. As she did so, the door opened, and Dr. Brown returned. All set Mrs. Jane... ohh sorry Mary, asks Dr. Brown Ummm yeah I guess so Mary responds. Continuing on Dr. Brown says, Good then first we should start with just some standard questions so I can gage your current health and health risk. Then we'll begin with the physical is that ok? Sure I suppose Mary responds Dr. Brown guided Mary to the consultation chairs and had her sit taking a position at her side and yet maintaining contact. Once again the foot rest snapped up forcing Mary's body into a deep reclined and relaxed position. But with Dr. Brown's soothing voice and the warmth of his hand upon her knee the nervousness of the situation quickly subsided. Over the next thirty minutes or so Dr. Brown questions Mary about everything from her diet, to the amount of exercise she gets. Mixed within the questions were a few of a more intimate nature, and although the first shocked her, the sly way he had of slipping them in made the answers come quite easily. Dr. Brown had learned that Mary's sexual experiences were quite limited for with the exception of her husband she had only made love to one other man briefly in college. Adding to this Dr. Brown also learned that Mary was quite shy about stimulating herself, and only did so on the rarest of occasions. He had though slipped in that perhaps he could instruct her so that the experience would be both pleasurable and good for her health, and perhaps in an unconscious response Mary's legs parted slightly, allowing Dr. Browns hand to slide a bit higher. Also within the course of the interview Dr. brown had learned that Mary's husband was rather unimaginative when it came to sex, and perhaps more importantly that she and her husband had not had sex in 4 months. Smiling Dr. Brown knew Mary would be a easy target and so he asked if she was ready for the physical. Glad to finally be done with all the questions Mary quickly agreed, and Dr. Brown kicked the release switch under the foot rest to allow it to retract. As the chair returned to the sitting position Mary's mind became aware of Dr. Browns hand sliding away, and her eyes took in the sight. Her gown was pushed up half way along her thighs, her legs were parted slightly, and her body seemed strangely hot. There was something wrong in this situation, Mary instinctively knew that, but somehow her mind wouldn't allow her to voice the concern. Once again sitting on the edge of the examination table Mary watched as Dr. Brown retrieved a small remote from somewhere beneath her. Pushing a couple of buttons Mary marveled at the sleek trays which then swung out, the first of which had his stethoscope and blood pressure monitor and the second containing the inspection loops for eyes and ears. Beginning the examination Dr. Brown started by examining Mary's hair lightly caressing his fingers through her silken locks he said checking for dandruff and other common troubles, but for Mary his pleasant mannerisms and apparent thoroughness were quite enjoyable. Continuing to lightly caress around Mary's entire scalp occasionally brushing the side of her ear or nape of her neck Mary also became aware that she was becoming excited. She tried to push the though out of her mind telling herself it was only her imagination but as the caresses continued it became ever harder to do. Mary started to notice Dr. Browns sexy cologne again and her eyes thrilled at the brief flashes of chest hair as he leaned in close to check this or that. God she wished she could touch herself now, but she knew she couldn't and thus she surrendered to the torture and instead closed her eyes hoping that would help. Mean while Dr. Brown was thrilled to find Mrs. Jane so receptive. As his fingers brushed the curve of her ear or lightly "by accident" caressed the nape of her neck her body would lightly shiver and he also noted as the "examination continued that her breathing was becoming ever faster. Now he began to lean in, knowing full well she could not help but notice his cologne and knowing that the closeness would further fan the flames of desire. He smiled as on his next pass Mrs. Jane's legs parted allowing him to slip between them and bring his body ever closer to her own he smiled at the nipples which now stood proudly out from her gown and he also smiled when his eyes took in her closed and lost in her dreams. Finishing the examination of Mary's head Dr. Brown proceeded to her eyes. He used the inspection lamp to gaze deeply into them momentarily causing light blindness. Then putting the tool down he rested both hands upon her hips he asked her to look straight into his eyes. His face now so close to her own Mary was forced to gaze deeply into those steely eyes, but her mind still raced with the sexual fantasy she had begun only moments ago. Mary's body now ached for attention, her legs burned with warmth and desire, and yet she followed the doctors instructions. Dr. Brown of course had never let up his teasing for as his hands covered Mrs. Jane's hips and her gaze was fixed upon his, his fingers began to slide down along each thigh and then back up pulling the lower hem of the gown higher. Now Dr. Brown could feel the warmth of her skin as Mrs. Jane's thighs contacted his slacks. Her legs shivered slightly and clamped a bit tighter around his, and then he smiled and backed away. Very good Mrs... sorry Mary Dr. Brown started, so far you seem to be in excellent health. Mary smiled back without saying a word and watched as the doctor next picked up his stethoscope. Moving now behind her Dr. Brown unfastened the ties of Mary's gown and began sliding it off her shoulders. Without so much as a word or hesitation Mary's body accepted this and even aided in the process. Then reaching around her Dr. Brown placed the stethoscope just inside the edge of her bra making sure one finger brushed up against the hard nipple clearly visible through the lacy material. Ohhhhh Mary moaned softly And in response Dr. Brown replied ohh I'm sorry I guess I should have warmed it first knowing full well the moan was not caused by the pre-warmed tool. Sliding it to the side his finger maintained contact with the hard nipple but brushed it the length of one finger and again Mary moaned. Do you have pain here he asked No came the reply it's just... Oh don't worry Mary Dr. Brown advised it is natural for some patients to get excited during a physical examination it is usually best if they just close their eyes, and relax. You'll find that if you give in to the feelings your body will feel better, and then before you know it we'll be done. Now that sounded logical and so Mary closed her eyes and stopped fighting the building sensations, and as Dr. Browns fingers transferred from one breast to the other she again moaned. This time though she had the impression she was falling backwards but soon it passed as her back came into contact with the doctors chest. With Mrs. Jane's body now supported by his chest Dr. Brown moved the second nipple along the length of one finger and thrilled at the passion building within. He then took his other hand and released the bra catch between those sweet orbs and they sprang free. So warm and soft they seemed to swell at their new found freedom both nipples standing hard held the bra in place. Slowly the doctor slipped his hands under both breasts and then slid his fingers to the hard nipples. With a brief squeeze and roll Mrs. Jane moaned again. Ohhh doctor... what... are you doing she asked. Just checking for lumps May nothing to worry about came the response. Now the hard nipples were being pulled squeezed and rolled and each time Mary moaned louder and louder. Her thighs began to squirm and the doctor felt his own cock pressing hard against his slacks. His skilled hands continued to caress the upper swells of each breast moving in slow circular motions allowing the passion to build. Then they slipped to the lower portion of each, softly squeezing until Mary's legs began to part wider and wider. He knew now it was time to stop, so slowly he released the sexy wife's breasts. Gliding with the touch of a skilled lover around to her back Dr. Brown slipped away the bra and then lowered Mary down to the padded table. Now he began to caress her legs sliding ever so slowly up one then down the other until with the slightest pressure they parted. His fingers caressed higher and higher and then in a long smooth pass he reached up past the panties and pulled them ever so slowly away. Mary's hips rose as the panties began to move allowing them to easily slide free, wanting perhaps that freedom, but never opening her eyes or even acknowledging the fact. Once again Dr. Brown's skilled hands began to glide over Mary's body, slipping finally through the soft fur of Mary's bush causing her to again moan. Ohhhh doctorrrrrrrrrr, Mary purred Continuing his skilled passes the doctor teased the soft fur moving his palms ever lower until at last the heel of his hand rested above her clit. Now with slow meticulous circles the heel of his palm began to stimulate the young wife's clit. It took only a few small passes and then Mary's hips began to rise with each caress, she was close now and they both knew it. Slowly the doctor began to pull away the last of the gown, and as it came free his hand increased the tempo and Mary screamed in orgasm. Satisfied at how that had effected her Dr. Brown stopped the movement and allowed some of Mary's breathing to return to normal, however just before she opened her eyes his thumb brushed her clit. Ohhhhhhhhh goddddddddddd Mary screamed as another orgasm blasted through her unaware now of anything but pleasure, and then a new sensation. Sweeet deep probing fingers. Oohhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss Mary moaned even louder. Her hips began to buck up off the table thrusting wildly trying to drive the sweet fingers ever deeper. Each probe causing waves of pleasure to explode within her mind. As her body again reached the point of no return Dr. Brown stopped. He slipped his fingers away and moved his tongue in. The first touch triggered an intense orgasm greater than any Mary's body had ever felt her hands instantly gripped Dr. Browns hair and pulled him in tighter. Ohhhhhhhhhh my godddddd yessssss she screamed out, lick meeeeeeee. Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh yessssss. Ohhhh yesssss.... don't stoooopppppp lick meeeee deeeperrrrr yessssss likeeeee thatttttttttt. Each scream became louder than the last as wave after wave of pleasure exploded through her, but this time Dr. Brown would not allow her body a chance to relax. After a few more quick probes the doctor released his hard aching prick then using the power of his legs his broke through Mary's grip and brushed his cock through her lips. Mary was too far gone now though to care this for upon contact she screamed again Dr. Brown Ohhhhh yessssss fuckkkkk meeeeee drive it iiinnnnnn deeeepp. But Dr. Brown was not ready yet. Again he began slipping the hard cock through her lips and again she moaned and bucked trying to force him inside but with each tease he would quickly slip away. Soon Mary's body was again ready to explode, her eyes wild with passion told of her wonton desire, and then Dr. Brown slipped through the wet lips to rest the tip of his cock against her clit. Now he applied a firm pressure along the entire length of his cock and the soft pulsations within it drove through the young wife. Again she exploded screaming. Ohhhhhhh yesssssssssss i'mmmmmmmmm cummmmmmmmmmmmingggggggggggggg In order to hold Mary's orgasm as long as possible Dr. Brown now started to tap his hard cock, causing shockwaves through her body. In response Mary began to buck at each wave, the first forcing Dr. Brown's cock to slide through her lips was wild. The second had a similar effect only this time the tip of his cock brushed over her clit instantly causing a third. On the third wild thrust the doctor moved backwards half a step and this drove his cock entirely into Mary. Now holding tightly on the sexy woman beneath him he allowed his cock to feel its prize. Soo wet soo tight ohhhh godddd it was goood. Now breathing hard himself the doctor began to sip in and out. Each stroke was long and slow but each was welcomed with squeals and moans of pleasure. Soon he could no longer hold off so he picked up the pace and as the first blast of his orgasm erupted Dr. Brown sank in deeply and held on tight. Mary again orgasmed her screams now mingling with those of the doctor, and together they collapsed into each others arms. Finally as they recovered Dr. Brown slipped away. His once beautiful silk shirt was now wrinkled and covered with sweat, and yet looking at him you would never have guessed he had just taken another mans wife. Those same chiseled features hid well the acts he had preformed, and that same inviting smile betrayed nothing of the pleasure moments ago experienced. Mary on the other hand was soaked with sweat and the sweet juices from her pussy. Her body thoroughly ravaged she lay smiling with eyes again closed. Her body seemed to glow with an invisible light, the smile seemed to say I just had a wonderful sexual encounter and her hair tosseled in a wild display seemed to tell even more. Finally as Mary's body floated back to reality she looked up, ohhhh I am sooo sorry Dr. Brown she said, I couldn't help myself. I... That's ok dear Dr. Brown quickly responded sometimes when your body craves something soo badly you can't help yourself. Just forget it. I think though you should come back in about two weeks so we can finish your check up, will that be ok? Smiling at his deep understanding Mary quickly agrees, and then gathers her clothes, and begins to re-dress. Dr. Brown then tells Mary he'll go make the arrangements and then departs. All during the drive home Mary found her mind racing at the experience. The doctor was such a great lover but how could she have forced him to make love to her. She was a married woman, he was a married man, he was a doctor for god sake. Would she have the nerve to go back? Godddd her body was still sooo excited. Absently she removes a hand from the steering wheel and brushes her breasts. The nipples are still hard and since she had put her bra in her purse they were soo easy to stimulate. Mmmmmmm she moaned softly as her fingers trapped one. Her legs squirmed at the touch and she rolled the hard bud. Mmmmmmm yesssssssss she moaned between clenched teeth. Releasing the hard nipple Mary's hand then trailed down to her legs. With a few long tugs she manages to pull her dress up around her waist then she slips her fingers over the wet panties. Ohhhhh goddddd it feels good. Now constantly slipping her fingers up and down the taunt material Mary begins to squirm more she can feel her hot pussy lips open begging for deeper stimulation and so she applies a greater pressure. Again she moans out loud. Mmmmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhh ohhhhh ohh yessssssssss. But this too is not enough. Now lost in her own pleasure Mary slips her fingers up and inside the waist of her panties. They caress down further and further causing her legs to squirm in anticipation and then as the tip of one finger touches her clit there is an explosion of sirens. Mary comes enjoying the sweet pleasure as the hot honey pours from her pussy and coats her fingers, suddenly though she realizes the sirens are real. There in the mirror is a police officer signaling her to pull over. Another wave of pleasure crashes through her as guilt and embarrassment take hold, and so she pulls to the side. A moment later a policeman knocks on her window and she lowers it with a forced smile. Ummmmm I'm sorry officer Mary begins... But then notices the stunned look on the officers face. Mary quickly surveys the situation and realizes he can see all of her legs, her hard hot nipples, and perhaps even her wet panties. She also notes the distinctive sweet smell of excitement in the air and her body spasms from the situation. God what has happened, is she a nymphomaniac? Perhaps in answer to her unasked question the officer leans in and says license and registration please. Do you know why I stopped you? Mary looks up smiling and nods her head yes, and retrieves the papers. The officer takes them caressing the back of Mary's wet fingers, then returns to his car but watching in the mirror Mary notes that he slipped his fingers into his mouth. Quickly taking this opportunity Mary tugs her dress back into place and wishes she had put her bra back on. Too late now though, but still she tries to pull the material away so her nipples are not so prominent. Returning to her car the officer says I'm sorry Mrs. Jane I have an important call now so your free to go. Then handing her back the papers he turns and leaves. Again the officer licks his fingers which have Mary's sweet honey upon them, but moments later with a broad smile the officers car pulls out and drives off. Phew!!! Was all Mary could think of as the police car faded in the distance, then trying to compose herself she realized that she was even more excited than before if that was possible. Promising herself not to do anything more until she got home Mary then returned to the task of driving home, however as she approached her exit traffic slowed and she was stuck. A moment later Mary heard the sound of a man calling out to her. Hey lady... nice body... how about showing off your legs? Looking about Mary noticed a large semi had pulled into the lane beside her and the passenger was looking directly down into her car. Mary started to roll up the window and then paused. Perhaps if it was exciting to almost get caught she figured it might be just as thrilling to tease? Releasing the handle Mary then lowered her hands to her thighs and again tugged on her dress. Slowly it began to climb, and she heard the man yelling yeah baby that's it show me those sweet thighs. Mary dared not look at the man now but somehow this was thrilling, and so with a slow determined motion the dress climbed higher and higher. As the hem passed the curve of her knees Mary's lane moved forward and so with a small shrug of her shoulders she advanced with it. Just as she was about to again lower her dress the semi pulled up beside her again, and this time Mary saw not only the passenger but the driver as well taking a quick peek. Mary smiled and pull her hem a bit more and this time the stocking tops appeared. Again her lane moved forward and again she followed but this time the semi was left far behind. On the next traffic pause Mary slipped her hand between her legs again her stocking tops were soaked with her juices and her panties clung like wet tissue paper. Now her fingers could easily define the swollen pouty lips of her pussy and as she touched them through the material her legs snapped shut. Mary closed her eyes and moaned from the sensation and perhaps a second or two later a cars horn was beeping in her ear. Opening her eyes Mary could see that her lane had again moved this time though the distance was a good 4 or 5 car lengths and so reluctantly she moved forward leaving her hand trapped between her thighs. The shift in her foots pressure on the accelerator though shifted her fingers and they were forced along the side of her wet lips. Ohhhh she moaned from the new sensation. Mary knew this was wrong but god she was soo excited. Slowly she parted her legs but before she could continue her lane moved again. This time though it did not stop at last ways not long enough for Mary to play as in this move the exit lane opened and she had to leave. Turning off the freeway Mary quickly proceeded home all the while her fingers slide back and forth over the taunt panties teasing the lips below. Once at home Mary immediately headed for the shower, for it was in this place that she generally teased herself to orgasm. Moments later the warm water cascades over her sexy body and she thrills at the sensations. Never before has her body felt so alive so good, and soon she finds her fingers teasing her hard nipples. Mmmmmm that is nice... she begins to pull them lightly as the doctor had and again the sexual excitement begins to build. Mmmmm she moans again this time licking her soft lips. Now her hand seeks out the soap to lather up her hot body and after a few seconds the sweet warm bubbles begin trailing down her body. Mary is again lost in the pleasure of the moment as her right hand glides down and brushes through her wet fur. Ohhhhh she moans at the touch her pussy already hungry for the probing of her finger, begins to thrust forward rocking squirming desperate for more. Finally giving in to her desire Mary slips her finger over her clit and slides forward. Before the tip even gets inside though Mary's body explodes in orgasmic waves and her knees buckle. Dropping to the shower floor Mary moans and screams in response, while her wet pussy lips clutch at the slender digit within. Ohhhhh godddd that was good Mary moans after catching her breath but even this though is interrupted with the now constant ringing of the phone. Hurrying out of the shower Mary picks up the phone. Hello she says Oh hi comes the voice on the other end, may I please speak with Mary Jane. Speaking she responds. Oh hello Mrs. Jane this is Dr. Schmidt's office, you missed your appointment today, and we just wanted to find out if you want to reschedule. The words sink in very slowly, but once they do Mary's mind races with the possibilities. Dr. Schmidt she responds he is still working? Oh yes mam comes the pleasant voice you had an appointment for 9:00 this morning and you missed it. Would you like to reschedule? Uhhhhh no not yet Mary replies I'll have to call you back...