Dr. Gillman (Part One)

Words can’t describe the joy I feel in my heart to see my baby’s 6th-month ultrasound today! All dolled up, pretty in pink with a lightweight halter top sporty pink dress; I wore my hair down and curly with a ponytail up top complimented by a sparkly gold barrette to match my gold sparkly sandals. You would’ve thought I had a date but I just wanted to look as pretty as I felt!

Laying here in this dim room waiting on my OB staring up at the ceiling, anxiety, and embarrassment washed over me as I anticipated him to walk through the door at any moment. As excited as I was to see my baby girl, the last 3 months of doctor appointments have been embarrassing for me. During my vaginal exams, I cream, and cum all over my doctor’s fingers every time.

Call it a natural reaction. I mean, I get it, my doctor gets it, I’m pregnant, extra sensitive, hormones are through the roof, AND I’m not sexually active since her father died during my first month of pregnancy. It still didn’t make it less embarrassing for me; especially because I was extremely fucking guilty of being beyond sexually attracted to my OB.

His presence was mesmerizing. Tall, muscular physique, sensational brown eyes, thick eyebrows, clear beautiful skin, pearly white smile, full beard, perfectly cut hair, and a deep smooth titillating, spine-tingling, captivating voice. The sound of his voice alone made my pussy water and quiver. His cologne? Made me want to taste him, feel his hot cum overfilling my lips. He was one of the cleanest, most well groomed, sharpest dressed men I had ever seen.

He never wore an ordinary thread. When he walked into the room he owned it. He was a gentleman, yet a strong alpha at the same time. He just turned me on so fucking much. Charismatic, sauve, and humorous. He had a down to earth personality that made you feel comfortable even though he’s a doctor.

When I feel his large, warm, strong soft hands on my body I melt and have no control over myself.