Going to the Doc
She is an absolute stunner. Greek descent with flawless olive skin (of course, for a dermatologist). Her long, wavy dark hair is obviously styled at an expensive salon. She wears very natural-looking makeup that only accentuates her raw beauty, not plasters over it. Full lips, a broad smile, and perfectly straight teeth keep me smiling right back at her. I love making her smile as it teases her dimples out of hiding. Her deep dark pupils and the almond shape of her eyes always draw me in. Her full black eyebrows are tamed enough to frame her eyes and add a sultry European sweetness to her face. I have to look her in the eyes or she will catch mine all over her body.
And what a body it is and not with a “for someone in their forties” disclaimer. Doc is about 5’5”. She wears damn-sexy 3-inch-high heels, and I bet it is to assert dominance over her patients. She has well-defined calves to go with this killer body. She is adept on those heels and walks smoothly and with purpose. She makes me feel small when she stands in front of me, although I look down an inch or two. I listen for her when left alone and get a thrill when I know it is her coming to the door, preceded by the click-clack of her heels.