I was slightly nervous about the meet and greet that had been scheduled for me. Unfortunately like so many others, my old doctor had finally retired. I wasn’t actually that sad about it, because she was very old school and wasn’t up to date on a lot of the research that I knew about when it came to women’s issues. Still, at least I had an option, and if it was a male doctor then so be it. I still had my OB for anything female related.
What I wasn’t expecting when he walked in was for him to be absolutely hot as hell.
“Good morning. You must be Brittany.” His eyes were dark and bored into mine right away. Suddenly I was sitting up straighter and was cursing the fact I’d worn something so casual to the office. Damn. He was tall, wavy perfectly styled hair and even though he didn’t look much older than I was his jaw looked like it was chiseled out of stone. “I’m Doctor Adams.” He had a slight accent to his voice.
“Um…Hi. Nice you meet you, doctor.” I managed to stammer.
Now, I knew I was no slouch myself in the looks department and had come straight from work for the appointment, so my clothes were pretty on point and my hair and makeup were done. Suddenly I was happy I was putting my best foot forward. The man was hot, and I’d been through a terrible dry spell ever since breaking up with my boyfriend a few months before.
Regular guys just didn’t really do it for me. There had to be something, and I hadn’t quite pinned it down yet. Some kind of edge. But a sexy doctor definitely fit the bill for getting me as excited about seeing a man as I’d been in a while.
“Okay, so I’ve taken a look at your records. Nothing really stands out, but are you having any issues you want to discuss with me?”
“Well, since everything has happened, I guess I haven’t had a physical in a while. I’m generally okay but I always want to double check things if possible. Are you comfortable with that side of things?”
I was trying hard not to flirt openly, but his steamy eyes were suddenly looking up and down my body and I could tell that he appreciated my long legs and the fact my shirt was probably tighter than it needed to be for work that day. Yep, I’d definitely worn the right outfit that day.
“Well, this is just supposed to be a meet and greet, but did you have something in mind?”
Right away I knew I wanted to seduce him. It had been so long since a man had properly touched me and here I was with a golden opportunity to let this hot man know that I wanted him.
How the hell was I going to get him to touch me? “Hmm…well, I’ve been experiencing a bit of pain in my lower legs. I think it’s because I play so much soccer, but I’m wondering if I might have shin splints. Can you take a look?”
He smiled. “Sure. Hop up on the table.”
Sitting up on the examination table he wheeled his chair over and I lifted up one of my legs. Thankfully, I was also wearing a skirt that day, and when I moved my leg he got a perfect flash of my panties. They were bright and colourful that day and I saw him look and then suddenly look away, trying hard not to blush.
“Oops. Sorry. I should watch myself.” I giggled.
“It’s fine, Brittany.” He said, and I knew I’d gotten the potential party started between us by flashing him. Now it was time to ramp things up a bit.
His hand on my leg felt perfect, and as he hefted my calf and then started to massage it. Now it was time to really turn on what I was looking for. “Mmm…that feels great. You have such nice hands, doctor.” His hands slid higher and he was definitely getting into what he was doing. I spread my legs a bit wider and now I could tell he was looking between my legs. It made me wonder if he could see that my panties were wet already.
“Does that feel any better? I’m sure it’s just a muscle issue.” He said, but his hands didn’t let go of my leg. “Maybe I should check the other side.” The hands moved over to my other calf and I couldn’t stifle a faint moan. When I did and bit my lip his expression changed and his blush deepened.
“It’s like magic. When you touch me I instantly feel better.” I sighed.
Finally he stopped rubbing and there was a moment that passed between us. It was unmistakable and something I was craving. He knew exactly what I was doing and while I could tell he was trying to stay professional, I was trying very hard to make sure he knew what I was doing. Flirting up a storm and horny as hell. So it was time to try to take it a step further. I had another idea of how to get him to touch me without making him have to do anything about getting my clothes off.
“Can I get you to check one more thing? I mean, I haven’t had my annual breast exam. Is that okay?” I looked at him again and bit my lip, opening my legs even wider.
Now the look that came over his face was unmistakable. It was lust and control together, and just seeing the intense way he looked into my eyes made me realize that he was in total control of what was going to happen. And I was dying for him to take things one step further.
“Of course. We can take our time. It’s always good to get to know new patients as much as I can.” He said.
“Well thank you, Doctor. I appreciate how thorough you are.”
Author: RE_Vickerson
Thanksgiving Inspired Thoughts…
I pulled my jacket tighter around myself, bracing against the November chill, and rang the doorbell. My legs were bare, a choice that my braver past-self had made when I first pulled on the too-short, too-tight dress. With my teeth chattering, I was starting to regret it.
“Hey!” Cara squealed when she opened the door. Music and laughter floated out from her parents house; the party looked busy already. “I’m so glad you made it!”
Cara stepped forward and embraced me in a one-armed hug, her other hand occupied with a cup of something pink.
“It’s good to see you,” I beamed and hugged her back.
“Come in!”
I followed Cara inside the house, grateful for the warmth. I shrugged my jacket off, revealing my red dress. Cara gave an appreciative whistle.
“You look fantastic, Eilish,” she took my coat and hung it up. “Uni life has been good to you.”
“Tell that to my stress levels,” I smiled, shaking my head. Looking around, I tried to spied anyone I knew. There were a lot of people I vaguely recognised from high school, but my friend group had been small and Cara was the only one who was home for Thanksgiving.