Erotic stories: Playing with Doctor – part 2
“Thank you,” I said. I waited for just a couple minutes when Dr. Paul came out to get me. “What is this about Dr. Paul?” I asked.
“Please call me Amy. We are not that formal here. And you will know in just a couple more minutes.” She lead me to her office and closed the door behind us. “Have a seat.” I sat in a chair across the desk from Amy. “I have some paperwork to finish, so if you don’t mind, I will get it done, while you wait.”
“I could have waited out in the lobby. Where I wouldn’t be disturbing you.”
“The girls are closing up the clinic and I didn’t want you sitting out there alone.” She worked a few more minutes, gathered the paperwork in front of her and set it into a briefcase. As she was closing the case, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” she said.
One of the nurses, Lindsey was her name, came in. She looked at me with an accusing eye. Then turned back to Amy and asked, “Are you going to be okay? We are leaving now.”
“Yes Lindsey,” she smiled. “Have a great weekend.”
“You too,” Lindsey glared at me one more time and left.
“Okay, now they are gone and the paperwork is done. Now we can talk.” She opened a desk drawer and pulled out an iPad. She turned it on and looked over a couple web pages. When she found what she wanted, she turned it to me and asked, “Is this you?”
I looked at the page she had opened. I saw the name I submitted my stories under. “Yes that is me. How did you find this? And how did you know it was me?”
“My girlfriend reads this stuff. She showed me one story. I want to know, is this story about me?”
I looked at the title, and recognized it as the one I had written about my dream. “Uh…. Hmm….” I tried to stall.
Amy was beginning to look a little irritated. “Is this story about me? My friend said it sounded like me. I tend to agree”
Giving in to my imminent demise, I finally said, “The story is fiction. A fantasy?”
“Is it about me?”
“This is not your name.”
“But it is about me. Isn’t it?”
“Yes, Amy. The character is base on what I knew about you.”
“Where did you get the story. It was published the same day of your last appointment.”
“I dreamed it. I wrote it all in one day and submitted it the day before our appointment. The dream seemed so real. I just had to write it. I never thought you would read a story like that.”
“Normally, I wouldn’t. My girlfriend does. She likes smut stories. And as I said, she thought this one sounded so much like me.”
“I am guilty as charged,” I said as I bowed my head in shame. “I will take it down, if you wish.”
“No, Honey. I don’t want you to take it down. I just wanted you to admit you wrote this story about me.” She paused for a moment. I didn’t know what to say. I felt I had crossed a line I shouldn’t have. “One good thing… for this minute… The ratings on the story are very high. And it has been read over a hundred thousand times in the two weeks it has been up.”
“So…” I asked. “How did you like the story? They don’t say who rates them. Did you even rate it?”
“How did you know so much about me? I mean, my not calling people ‘Honey’, ‘Babe’, ‘Dear’, whatever. There were other things that you said in the story that were dead on. How did you know them?”
“I didn’t,” I answered
“Well, it was very well written. You should be proud of it.”
“So you like it.”
“Yes,” she fell silent for a moment. “Will you excuse me for a minute? I need to use the restroom.”
“Sure.”
“Stay here.” She left the office. I looked out in the hall to see it was dimly lit. Everybody was truly gone for the weekend. I felt a little relief that Amy was not mad at me for the story I had written. In short time, she returned and sat back in her chair. “I am going to tell you something, you didn’t probably know. It will give you something to chew on, so to speak. I am not married. I am not in a committed relationship. I do have a girlfriend, as you should have already gathered. And it then goes without saying that I am bisexual.”
“I thought you were either bi or gay,” I said.
“My girlfriend, Toni, is also bi. So, she knows where I am coming from, when I notice a man who I think is attractive. Another point… I am not attracted to the conventional… good looking… GQ model stud. My tastes are very often questioned.”
“So what is or are your tastes?” I questioned.
“Let’s leave that alone, for now. I will tell you, Toni and I share that attraction. Along with our attraction for each other.”
“Do you date many men?”
“Hardly ever,” she said. “It isn’t often I find that special one that can hold my attention long enough to get to the first date. And beyond that, is almost unheard of.”
“I am obviously not your type, whatever that is. So why am I here? Other than to get me to admit I wrote that story. Are you going to give me a lecture on why it can only be my fantasy?”
“Quite the opposite, Honey. You see… I called you in here to…” she stood and walked around the desk and sat on the edge right in front of my face. I took the opportunity to quickly look her up and down. I didn’t want to be obvious, but I focused for a split second on her crotch. Did I detect a hint of the womanly scent of musk? And was it my imagination to see the material of her scrubs was moist? She spread her legs slightly, hooked her heels on the legs of my chair and pulled me closer to herself. Made easier of course as the chair was on rollers. I used this as a sign of invitation. I put my hands on her thighs and rubbed them from her knees to near the crease at the junction of her legs and stomach.
“You called me here to…?”
“Honey… That story made me so horny. I have to tell you… Despite that I ask you to lose weight, I find large men, like yourself, very attractive. It goes against all I have learned and am supposed to tell my patients. I have always had an attraction, however irrational most people will call it, for large men. I think you are called a bear?’
“That’s what they call us. Or superchubs.”
She chuckled a little then said, “I have had to wear a pantie liner all day. I have been so horny waiting for this moment.”
“And that is why you excused yourself to the restroom?”
“Yes, and to relieve myself. I hope I am not embarrassing you.”
“You? Embarrass me? No I don’t think that could be possible. I could embarrass myself, easily.”
“Please don’t do that. Hey, would you like to kiss me?” I also took that as an invitation. I stood between Amy’s open legs and stepped in as close as I could. I was instantly just an inch or two from this insanely beautiful woman.
“Are you sure you want this? Every second you waste on me is a second you can not get back.”
“Are you pushing me away?” she asked with an almost hurt look on her face.
“No,” I said. “I just want you to be sure.” She put her arms around my neck and pulled me in. I kissed her softly at first. I was still slightly apprehensive. I tried to pull away, but was stopped by the tension in Amy’s strong arms. I acquiesced to her advance. I kissed her again, more fully. I decided to throw caution to the wind and let my hands explore her in a more personal manner. My hands moved from her thighs to her butt. She broke the kiss and gave me a quick glare. “No?” I asked. I moved my hands to her lower back.
“Just kidding,” she giggled. I moved my hands back to her bottom, giving her a playful swat with my left. We returned to our kissing. Amy had her hands on my shoulders, but started moving them down to the middle of my back. I took my hands from her ass and brought them to her upper back just behind her arm pits. All the while my tongue was exploring her sweet minty mouth. She must have gotten a breath mint while she was in the restroom.
I started to pull up on her top. She once again broke the kiss. She looked at me seductively and wriggled herself out of the top. She was wearing a white lacy half cup bra. Her B-cup breasts were barely hidden in the lace. The dark pink nipples strained against the thin fabric. With one hand, I found the clasp and deftly unhooked the frilly undergarment. Amy held the bra in place by cupping her breasts. “Wanna see my itty bitty titties?”
“Yes,” I said, trying to put on a shy school boy face.
She turned her back, “No… I don’t think so.” I sat back in the chair with a defeated grunt. She burst out laughing. She turned back you face me. “What would you do to see… to play with my little titties?”
“Do you want me to beg? I will beg. Do you want me to grovel? You are pushing your luck, but I will grovel.”
“Don’t demean yourself. What kind of depravity will you stoop to?”
I thought for a second, then put my hands on her hips. She feigned a nervous look as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her slacks. “Let me see how far you will let me get,” I said with an evil sneer.
I pulled the elastic down just a tiny amount. “No,” she gasped as she dropped her hands from her breasts and grabbed mine. Of course, her bra fell away from her perfect breasts and landed in my lap. “Now you did it!” she hissed. She pushed my chair back with such force it nearly hit the wall behind me. “Do you know what you have done? You have really blown it!”
I curled my bottom lip out and pouted like a schoolboy. “I…I…I just thought.”
“Well you thought wrong! You have forced me to do this. I hope you are happy!” I tried to move closer. I scooted the chair toward Amy, but she stopped me short. She put her foot on the seat between my legs and pushed back with unquestioned authority. This time the back of the chair actually hit the wall. Had it not been for the wainscoting, it would have left a dent in the wall, if not a hole. I threw my arms and legs about as the chair hit, in an attempt to make the situation look worse than it really was. “Now don’t you move a muscle!” Amy ordered.
She stood at the edge of her desk with her hands on her hips. The look in her eyes told me she was near her wits end. She then ran her fingers through her hair, leaving her tresses in a disheveled mess. She moved her hands back to her hips where she locked her forefingers in the elastic waistband of her pants. I watched with growing excitement as her pants started their slow journey south. I marveled at the flawlessness of the young woman’s creamy flesh. Amy’s breasts defied gravity. She was thin, but not so skinny that her ribs showed. Her stomach was flat except for a tiny roll at the band of her pants.
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