I sat in the waiting room ahead of my appointment. It had been 3 months since I’ve seen my doctor and summer had now arrived and I had been fantasizing about what she would be wearing. She opens the door and smiles at me. Her hair is blonde, straight and shoulder length. She wore a black and white dress that covered her chest and neck but exposed her legs with a split at the knee and flowed down just at the top of her calf. She had black heels with thin straps holding them on and that exposed her bare feet and dark-red painted toes.
We stepped into her office and I took a seat on the couch and she sat at her desk. The desk had no sides so I could clearly see her sitting. When she sat on her chair she hiked her dress up a bit and I took a glance to enjoy the sight of her legs and feet, which are my favorite feature of her, and as I looked up I caught her eye briefly, smiled and looked away. We talked for a few moments and when she began typing on her laptop I took another gaze at her feet. This time her black heel was dangling off her foot.