I was married for about five years now and we were still undecided on whether we were going to have children. I was sitting in the doctor's room wondering if I even wanted to ask for my refill. But there was a thick secret as to what really brought me there.

I had been seeing Dr."P"for only a year. My old doc had finally retired and I now had to get used to individual new seeing my body in the most intimate ways.

Dr. P entered and my pulse quickened. Unlike my old doc, Dr. P was young ; my age. I actually felt self-conscious when I was naked in front of him. Sure, I had on the ever attractive paper robe, but my inherent aptitude was to put all of my clothes on and run out the doorway.

He walked in, stopped in front of me sitting on the table, and warmly looked me in the oculus as he greeted me. He took my script and gently shook it as he patted it with his other. I started to unthaw inside.

He stood in front of me and asked me how I had been doing since my last visit. I told him not much had changed. He placed one hand on my shoulder joint and told me matter would be mulct. There was something about Dr. P that could unlax me as quickly as he excited me. See, hold up time I was here I was practically in bout. I told him everything going on at abode. My husband had grown remote lately. If I wanted to go off the pill I doubt I would get pregnant anyway on account of never having sex anymore. trusted, I had put on some weight. What married cleaning lady doesn't ? It's not like he hadn't. I didn't know what was going on. I made dinner for him. I told him how often I appreciated him. I complimented him on his nice courtship he picked out for the office. But his once sluggish lingering buss had now become s thought pecks as he raced out the door. He never told me I was beautiful anymore.

Dr. P listened intently and was so genuinely empathic. He also prescribed a soft anti-depressant. I was reluctant to try a new medication, but it was also the reason I was back only three month later.

He asked me a few motion as he began checking my blood pressure. He placed his work force inside the nightie and held the stethoscope to my heart. I couldn't blockage blushing. I just knew he would hear it pounding and know how turn over on I was. As he took a listen, our eyes met and I smiled shyly. Did he see it ? He did, didn't he ? He moved the stethoscope around my chest."Take a few deep hint for me."As I did, I could finger his hand close to one of my tit. A few fingers grazed my nipple and I couldn't point but let out a small gasp.

He told me to lie back and undo the front of my nightdress. My bare breasts were fully exposed. For a moment I thought of grabbing his head and pulling his font to my chest. Feeling his back talk on my nipple which were hard and set up. As he palpated and examined me, I couldn't assistance but put my manus over his paw. He stopped and looked intently at me. I squeezed his hand as it lay over one tit and in an moment my pussy quaked.

As we locked middle, he smiled and my fount felt like it was on fire. But then he slowly slide his helping hand out from under mine. I was quickly flustered. What had I done ? What was I thinking ?

But instead of completely removing his handwriting, he began sliding it down my body. He let his fingers gently trickle down my stomach and then caressed my hip.

He reached both hands down to my hips and curled a finger's breadth into each side of my scanty to slowly pull them all the way down. My legs then fell open air and he quickly moved his torso in between them. His finger crawled upward over my ankle joint, calf, then moved them inward to my thighs. They were on fire. Gently, he placed two finger on my clitoris. I arched back and moaned. He began making slow bill motility. I was so quick I thought I would cum right then. But I forced myself to hold back just enough. I wanted this to last as long as it could. His fingers then slide down until they met the wet entrance of my cunt. He could see how hot he had made me. As he slowly pushed his way inside I could hear him release a low guttural consonant groan. I then looked at him and smiled."Yes,"I breathed."You did detect how turned on you made me."He smiled shyly back."Oh, you have no idea how many times I have thought of being privileged you."I continued to stare into his eyes as he penetrated his fingers in and out of me. I clenched them so hard in my kitty I ached. I began rolling my hip upward faster to take on the gait at which he was fingering me. My head rolled back and I thought I was going to break loose. But then he suddenly took his finger's breadth out. I snapped my head forward to see why he stopped. Did he want to fuck me now ? Was someone coming ? Did he vary his creative thinker ? Did he need me to pass on ?

He peered at me with his delightful brown heart as he lowered his header. His work force grabbed both sides of my interior thigh, gently pushing then farther apart. No, he didn't change his mind. His boldness found its way to where his fingers had just been. I felt his tongue estate onto my clit. I smiled and my headspring rolled back again. He licked my clit with his flattened tongue over and over. With each lick I pushed my hip upward in rhythm with him. As I pushed he pressed his helping hand firmer into my thigh to preserve me from closing them. I was reeling by this insidious act of dominance. I threw my head forward, bite my lip, and grabbed the backrest of his hairsbreadth. Watching him hold me capable while eating my pussy made me cum hard. I moaned out as I writhed and shuddered on the mesa. I kept my moan low so as not to bring attention from the staff just outside the room access. He kept running his tongue along my clit but I was beyond sensitive so I started to labor back from the force play he was putting on my thighs. I could tell he didn't want to give up so I told him straight out,"I'm cumming !"He smiled and stifled a joke as he continued to hold me down. Oh, he thought it was funny ! But I started to laugh too."Stop,"I said playfully. I pulled his whisker to release his fountainhead from my puss. He looked up at me, smiled, and then rested his mind against my internal second joint.

I leaned back and released all of my musculus. He stood up and I could listen him unzipping his pants. I slowly opened my eyes and watched as he began moving his body on top of mine. He grabbed my tits, pushing them together, and kissed them. His spit lingered over my nipples. First one side and then the other. The virtuoso of the insensate air against the wetness was electrifying. He kissed between them and made his way toward my neck. His top dog lingered there as he positioned his hips onto mine. I could feel his cock against my thighs as he took ahold of it and pressed it into my tingling puss.

My pussy was still pulsating as he filled me with his tool. I hadn't seen it but I felt every in until it was hitting against my cervix. I grabbed the backbone of his cervix and stroked his hair with my fingers. His breath was hot against my neck as he moaned. He slowly pulled his dick out and quickly pushed back inside me. Slowly out again and quickly back until he found his speech rhythm. He was stroking against my G-spot and I could palpate my pussy ache with a new sensation. He fucked me concentrated and harder. My pussycat tightened around his cock, my eyes opened across-the-board, and my school principal fell back as I came again. Suddenly, he grabbed both sides of the board and lifted himself off of me. He reached down to take his cock in his hands. He slide it along my second joint as he came. I watched as his body quaked and shuddered. His oculus fluttered and his sassing panted.

I laid back on the board, breathless. He gathered some tissue and gently cleaned my thighs. I looked up at him and smiled.

We both cleaned up and got dressed. As I went to leave, he grabbed me one last time and pulled me close. He kissed me, then looked down into my optic. He held my straits in his paw and whispered,"You are so beautiful. ”