Doctor’s Visit

It was his first appointment with Dr. Rana. His frustration levels had been increasing as work, wife, and children demands on his time became overlapping and overwhelming. Finally, after a blow up over a weekend, the wife had had enough. He was to seek counseling to help relieve the tension that was building up. He sat in the waiting room reading a magazine in a bitter mood about having to be in counseling. Dr. Rana came into the waiting room and introduced herself while inviting him back to her office. Things are looking up! he thought when he gazed upon her. His mood almost immediately improved as he followed her down a hallway, getting turned on by the way her hips and butt swayed as she walked. She was a tiny woman, standing only 5 feet tall. She had close cropped black hair that fell mid neck and framed her oval face. Her eyes were smokey and dark. She had an hour glass figure, smaller sized breasts and an ample ass. Her caramel skin looked smooth and soft. She was delicious. She wore bright pink sleeveless blouse with a demure neckline, but a mid thigh dark gray skirt that looked like it might ride up when she sat down.

Dr. Rana had an attractive male client eyeing her as she walked down the hall to her office. She could feel his eyes boring into her assets and she purposefully exaggerated her gait so that her hips swung more prominently. Why am I feeling so flirty? She asked herself as she smiled internally that a handsome man was ogling her ass. Feeling more like a horny teenager than a psychotherapist, she quickly did personal inventory: it was two weeks out since her last period, she felt flushed, she had a tingling in her clit as she walked, she felt a dampness in the crotch of her panties, and her nipples were sensitive and hard. Shit, she thought, either I’m ovulating or I’m going to be in the next day or two. As she opened her office door and let her new client pass her, she felt a bit weak in the knees. He was muscular, unshaven face of a day or so, and gruff looking. He had blue/gray eyes that were steely and firm, plus he smelled like a lumberjack god, earthy and sweetly musky.

Her office was cozy, furnished with a leather armchair, a small desk under the window, an upholstered sofa, and a coffee table. Art hung from two walls, and windows viewing the street corner below and the apartment building across the street were the hangings for the other two walls. She asked him to sit, and he took a place on the couch. He had been developing a hard on so he leaned back a bit to give himself room, hoping that he would be able to sit up comfortably in a few minutes. Dr. Rana sat down in the leather armchair and crossed her legs. As she did, he caught a glimpse up her skirt and saw her hot pink panties. He wasn’t very subtle and got caught in the act, when he looked up from her legs she was looking directly into his eyes. Now his mind was working overtime on what was up her skirt and his hard-on began to grow more causing a tent in his shorts. He sat up to hide it, but ended up fidgeting to get comfortable with the mass trying to escape. Dr. Rana adjusted her skirt by pulling it down a bit farther, and re-positioned herself. It felt hotter in the room suddenly and he began to sweat a bit.

As he took his seat on the couch, she glimpsed a obvious lump in the front of his shorts. She felt herself leak a little of her love juice from her canal. What is wrong with me? Her pussy responded, I want, no I NEED that man’s cock buried all the way to the hilt inside me. Rana agreed. Her client had reclined a bit on the couch to either display his erection, or to make room for it in his shorts. As Rana sat down in her chair, she ogled it briefly, then because her clit and pussy lips seemed to be itching for attention, she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, making sure to give a decent show, but also making sure that there was some friction for herself so that maybe her arousal would subside. As she watched her client examine her panties when they were briefly in view, she knew that there wasn’t anyway that she was getting through this day without at least 3 orgasms. Likely from her fingers, or from her new toy in the bottom drawer of her desk. Her client sat up and tried to hide his erection after their eyes met when she flashed him; it was clear that he was in turmoil, but just as horny as she was.

“Let’s get started”, she began. “Do you have a preference for what you are called?” She got out a legal pad and a pen to take notes, and cleared her throat.

“Matt is fine,” he said, giving her yet another once over with his eyes. He took note of her bare legs and how flawless her skin was. He noticed that her nipples seemed to be trying to escape from her blouse, which meant she wasn’t wearing a bra. His dick was throbbing at the thought. Rana began asking him the standard set of questions about why he was here, family history, and what he hoped to accomplish while working with her. He was barely able to focus on what she was asking him, lost as he was in her lips as they moved, ogling her breasts and legs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs again, this time without showing any panties.