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Subject: {ASSM} A Visit to the Doctor
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Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2015 16:10:03 -0400
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A Visit to the Doctor
 
    Stepping smartly through the lobby to  the Sign-In Desk, quickly 
confirming my presence and paying my copay.   Seeing that the interns for the 
reception area are now in place as I  patiently give my information.  Then 
taking a seat as I look at my cell  phone with ten minutes to spare.  Crossing my 
legs as I sit, looking around  the room at the mixture of people sharing my 
wait.  Seeing the eyes of a  couple of men, old men, looking at my legs.  
Slowly switching my legs,  recrossing them and feeling the mid thigh skirt 
riding up higher on the  sides. 
    This teasing not a normal part of me  in public; but being that a brief 
twenty minutes ago I was on my laptop computer  in a chat room and, who 
would believe it, I was doing some cyber.  It was  the cause of my panic when I 
checked the time and saw I was running late for  this appointment.  At 
least I have clothes on and they are clean.   Giggling to myself as I think what 
my mother might say.  My underwear were  fresh this morning; but not sure 
of the status after the chatroom.   Uncrossing my long legs once again and 
pretending to be looking at my phone as I  let my legs gap open.  No sure what 
is exposed; but seeing the reaction of  the men and though one might be 
older, he draped a magazine over his lap.   I must have got some reaction.  
Looking up from my phone and seeing the  disapproving gaze of a woman directly 
across from me.  Luckily I don't  recognize her.
    "Patrice."  Looking to the door  and seeing a young man in scrubs.  
Picking up my purse and walking to the  door.  Wondering where my usual nurse 
is as I walk to the corridor and  follow the young man to the scale.  
Stepping up and watching the weight  tip, and the young man pushing the weight till 
it settles on 142 pounds.   Nervously asking him if he might have his foot 
on the scale.  Getting a  smile from him as he does catch my joke.  Then 
tipping my head for him to  check the temperature in my ear.  Writing on a post 
it and then  following him to Exam Room #3.  Stepping in and placing my 
purse on a  chair, standing watching as he opens a cabinet and pulls out a 
paper  gown. 
    "Please undress to your undergarments  and put the gown on.  I will be 
back in a few minutes."  Standing  there as he leaves the room, closing the 
door behind him.  Looking at the  door blankly for long seconds, then 
unfolding the totally unflattering  gown.  Hearing it crinkle as I open it and lay 
it on the  examination chair.  Pulling my hoodie over my head, and then  
reaching to my waist and grasping the hem of my tank top and pulling it over  
my  head.  Feeling the cool air on my chest as I stand in darkness for  a 
second.  The reaching to my waist and undoing my skirt, sliding it over  my 
hips and stepping out of it.  Drapping it on top of my top and  sweatshirt. 
    Reaching for the paper gown as I  stand in my panties and sliding my 
arms inside and tying the strings behind  me.  Looking down and seeing that it 
may be a woman's gown; but not meant  for a woman 5'10" tall.  The length 
shorter then my skirt.  At least  4' above midthigh.  Reaching for my 
clothing and folding it neatly and  setting it on the chair with my purse on top.  
Stepping out of my shoes and  placing them under the seat, then perching 
delicately on the examination  lounge.  Feeling the cool air against my feet 
and my back as the A/C kicks  on in the room.  Needless to say the paper did 
not much to protect my  unfettered breasts and my long thick nipples are 
pushing at the  paper. 
    Sitting nervously waiting for the  doctor to show and start my exam.  
Or my nurse to come in and finish the  prep work.  Not sure that I feel 
comfortable with the young man doing my  prep work.  No real time to think on it 
as there is a tapping at the door  of the room.  "Come in."  Watching as the 
young man steps in and shuts  the door to the room.  Becoming aware as I 
sit stiffly upright, that the  opening in my gown in back has to be exposing 
my back, braless, and the taupe  bikini panties that I am wearing.
    Feeling a flush of color in my face,  in spite of the "goosebumps on 
the back of my arms and legs and needless to say  surrounding the full 
nipples.  The man as he sits down and taking the  post-it, logging into the 
computer and tapping the information into my  record.  Watching as he reads the 
information on the screen, knowing that  he is viewing a lot of very personal 
information.  Feeling embarrassed as  the silent grows in the minutes as he 
looks at the screen. 
    The time allowing for me to observe  the young man.  Seeing his 
nametag,  Franco Rodriguez.  Assuming  her is hispanic, not only by his name; but 
his dark complexion.  His eyes a  dark brown, framed by long, almost feminine 
eyelashes.  His dark brown hair  cut close to his head.  His lips full and 
sensual.  His body medium  height and lean.  Not a hunk; but his face so 
sensual.......realizing what  I am thinking as he turns to me catching my 
stare.  A small smile slowly  wreathing his lips.  His eyes twinkling and joining 
in the smile.  My  face feeling warm and more flushed as I realize he has 
caught me staring  openly.  Worse, I see his eyes drop for a moment and know 
he is looking at  the darts my hard nipples are making in the gown.  My 
thighs squeezing  unconsciously together to trap the fat lips of my labia.  
Clamping them  tight, as I know that more then my lips are swollen, that I am 
wet between  them.
    Watching him stand up, biting at my  lower lip, feeling my heart 
catching in my chest.  Sitting as  he cuffs my left arm, then feeling the 
stereoscope, being pressed  under the cuff as he inflates it.  Then the sound of the 
air escaping  as he listens.  Hanging the scope on his neck, as he undoes  
the cuff.  "Your blood pressure is a bit high."  Thinking to  myself, I bet 
it is more then a little high.  "140/96."  His hand  reaching for my wrist 
and touching the pulse.  Looking at his watch, timing  my heartbeats.  
Nodding to himself.  My heart fluttering as I feel his  warm finger on my wrist. 
    Then watching him sit down again,  taking a deep breath and trying to 
calm myself down.  Feeling insecure as  he taps in his information.  Feeling 
frumpy and old and shaky as I  wait.  Answering his questions as he updates 
my personal information.   Going over each item.  Wondering to myself, if 
there are nude pictures of  me in that record.........then a soft nervous 
giggle as I think how ridiculous  that thought is.
    Watching him stand up.  "Relax  Patrice,  Dr. Jalose will be in 
shortly."  Feeling his hand gently  squeezing my kneecap as her walks pass, a smile 
on his face.  Closing the  door behind him. 
    Taking a deep breath and a sigh of  relief as he leaves the room.  Not 
sure what has come over me; but knowing  that I need to do a little personal 
hyigene between my legs.  Reaching to  my gown and touching the moist spot 
in my panties.  Wondering if he could  see that high up the short gown.  
Shivering with humiliation and excitement  as I pull my hand from between my 
legs and straighten my gown out, as I hear  someone outside the door.
    "Good morning Patrice, how are you  doing today."  The blonde older 
woman, walking briskly into the room with a  clipboard.  Her crisp white lab 
coat, a sign of her "no nonsense"  style.  "I am good Doctor, or at least I 
hope I am."
    Reading the chart, then sitting at  the already logged in computer and 
going over the information. "I see that  Franco has already updated you."  
Standing and walking over to me,  starting with my toes and toenails and then 
finger and fingernails, inspecting  each one meticulously.  Then checking 
my eyes and ears and mouth, working  her way down my body.  Sliding the gown 
down as she probes my breasts and  my stomach area.  Feeling embarrassed as 
my hard nipples stand proudly from  my chest.  A soft smile, "the A/C a bit 
much."  Not waiting for my  answer but moving lower,  "panties off please."  
Sliding them down and  laying back as she inspects my bare labia, swollen 
and flushing more as she  parts the lips and I know is seeing the moist wet 
walls.  "Hmmmm."   and then telling me to sit up again.  Using her 
stereoscope and having  me cough and hold and cough again. 
    Then having me stand and bend over,  waiting as she opens a drawer and 
squeezes some lube onto her glove, "spread  them please?"  Feeling the cool 
finger lubing the puckered opening, then  feeling it slip pass the ring as 
she moves it inside of me.  Holding my  breath as I wait, then taking a 
breath as she hands me a wipe.  Daubing as  my backside as she slides her gloves 
off and dumps them in the waste  bin. 
    Standing naked before her waiting  like a child to be allowed to dress. 
 "Go ahead dear, you may get  dressed.  Watching as she scratches notes on 
paper then checks the  computer. Putting my clothes on and waiting for her 
to finish.   "Everything seems normal or the same.  Your blood pressure is 
still  errratic.  I want you to have a tetanus shot.  And have blood  work 
done on the way out.  Franco will be in to give you the  shot."  Looking up at 
me......."do you have any questions or  concerns?"  Shaking my head no.  "Do 
you need any  prescriptions?" Again shaking my head no.
    Watching her stand and taking her  hand.  "I will see you in three 
months, unless the blood work shows up a  problem.  Have a good day."
    "Thank you Doctor."  Watching  her leave the room, the door partially 
open and sitting waiting.  Hearing  the step in the hallway and seeing Franco 
with a sterile needle in a  package. 
    "Not afraid of being stuck, are  you?"  His cheerful voice joking as he 
unpacks the needle.  "Where do  you normally take it?"  Flushing as I think 
of the choices, indicating my  right arm.  After a wipe of the area to 
clean it, the needle a gentle prick  and then disposed of.  Franco sitting down 
and checking the computer one  more time.  "You are good, have a good day 
Patrice."
    "Thank you,"  shaking his hand  and then stopping to pick up my purse.  
Setting up for my next appointment  and then waiting to have my blood work 
done.  The woman in there an  expert.  In and out in less then five minutes. 
 Looking at my phone  and seeing the time is closing on noon.  Sweeping 
into the lobby and out to  the parking lot.  Seeing a familiar figure walking 
to the back of the lot  in his scrubs.
    Feeling my skirt hem swirling around  my thighs as I walk fast to catch 
up to him.  "Franco, a moment  please?"  Seeing him turn around and a small 
smile on his face as he stops  and waits for me to catch up to him.  
Breathing a little faster from my  pace and maybe something else, as my hand 
touches his arm, feeling the warmth of  his skin.  "Might I buy you a cup of 
coffee or maybe a bite of  lunch?"  Feeling the warmth of my face and the flush 
across my chest as I  think on how forward I am.  Seeing the indecision on 
his face, and a  quizzical look.  Then that damn sexy smile again on his  
face.
    Realizing as I stand there, waiting  for his answer, that I have turned 
into an middle age woman, looking for a   young man to make her feel sexy.  
In spite of the realization of how  pitiful and pathetic I must look, still 
feeling the unfulfilled need of  earlier.
    My nipples hard painful marbles of  sensation, aching almost as much as 
the full labia swollen between my toned  thighs.
    "I'll drive."  Quickly  volunteering, as I point to my vehicle.  
"Sure."  His finally  answering my question giving me a feeling of relief.  
Hitting the button to  unlock the doors, then seeing him climb in the passenger 
side and stepping into  the extended cab pickup truck.  My skirt riding up on 
my legs as I settle  behind the steering wheel.  Noting his eyes looking at 
the long bare legs,  my fingers trembling as I fumble the key into the 
ignition. 
    Feeling his warm hand covering mine  as I go to turn the key, stopping 
me from starting the engine.  "What might  I do for you Ms Rust?"  His voice 
soft in the confined space of the vehicle  cab.  Soft and sensual.  Looking 
at him, seeing he knows what I  want.  His hand still covering mine, his 
thumb moving to rub against the  palm of my hand.  A soft moan escaping my 
lips as he massages the fatty  tissue of my palm.  My eyes opening wide as he 
lifts my hand from the keys  and turning to me resting our hands on his left 
knee.  Feeling the thin  material of his scrubs on my fingers, feeling the 
warmth of his leg as I sit  looking.  Then feeling his hand move mine a scant 
inch up his leg.   Feeling the lean muscle of his thigh, flexing under my  
hand. 
    Looking down at our hands, the slight  movement of his leg under the 
green scrub, then my gaze moving higher on his  leg, seeing the bulge of him 
against the crotch of his pants.  Eyes locked  on the slow pulsing movement 
of his cock against the stretched material.   My breathing becoming ragged as 
the silence drags into long seconds, then maybe  a minute.  His hand 
releasing mine, still resting on his leg.  Feeling  my hand trembling, and then 
the fingers, moving as if on their own, moving up  his thigh.  Drawn to the 
bump beating of his bulge against this  pants.  Seeing the outline of his 
mushroom cap in the thin  material. 
    Afraid to look up, but lifting my  eyes to see his eyelashes hooding 
his eyes, his mouth slightly parted in a  knowing smile.  His eyes holding 
mine as my lower lip trembles as my hand  moves closer to the warm pulsing 
organ.  Gasping as my finger pads feel the  firm warmth of his engorged cock 
against them, separated by a thin layer of  cloth.  Feeling my nipples aching 
pebbles, raw with sensation as my top  rubs against them as they swell.  My 
cunt lips thick and engorged between  my slightly parted thighs. 
    Feeling like a virgin, touching her  first cock as my fingers move 
along the length of the outlined shaft.   Tracing if back and forth, fingers 
shaking with excitement.  Then as I  continue to look at him, his erotically 
sexually lips, my fingers fumble to push  under his waistband.  Pulling at the 
tie string on the front of the scrubs,  as I moan softly.  Opening the 
waistband and feeling the warmth of his cock  springing to meet my fingers.
    Lowering my gaze as I pull his scrubs  down and his cock free.  Seeing 
the veiny organ standing hard and warm in  my grip.  Slapping against his 
toned stomach.  The fat cap, a dark  red, almost a purple. as my thumb moves 
over the velvety flesh.  Feeling  the pee slit and a slight drop of moisture 
ooze from the opening.  Using my  finger to rub it into the spongy head.  
Finally getting a reaction from him  as his body shifts, lifting up as he 
slides his scrubs down to his ankles.   Franco stretching forward to move his 
body to the edge of the seat.  His  hand pulling on the lever to recline it 
backwards.
    Taking this as the sign that he knows  what I want.  My fingers slide 
around his shaft as I lean over and touch my  lips to the tip of his cock 
head.  Wetting them with my tongue, tasting the  thin layer of precum spread 
and oozing from his cum slit.  My tongue  drooling moisture to the cap and 
then rubbing it around his shaft, as my hand  works it into his soft outer 
flesh.  Feeling the hard core center beneath  the warm veiny skin.
    My lips blowing over his cock head,  the warm air making his cock jerk. 
 My lips parting and sliding over the  wet surface of his cock head.  
Feeling the mushroom slide into my warm  waiting mouth.  My lips sealing around 
the shaft.  Tongue laving the  underside of his head.  Hearing a soft moan 
from him as my reward, as the  tongue slides over the juncture of head and 
shaft.  One hand sliding down  between his legs, feeling the heat emanating 
from them.  His ball sack a  smooth hairless sheath of skin, my fingers teasing 
the heavy nuts as I suckle  the swollen glan.  Feeling his hand against the 
back of my head, urging me  firmly to slide lower on his shaft.  The stiff 
rod bulging one cheek and  then the other as I move up and down a few inches 
on it.  My cheeks pulling  in and out as I suck at the sweet cap.
    Turning and kneeling on the driver's  seat as I lower my head down the 
shaft.  Catching the trapped musk of his  groin in my nostrils as they flare 
with desire.  Moaning on his shaft as I  work up and down, smoothly working 
myself down to the base.  My raised hips  moving side to side as I work up 
and down.  The itch in my cunt becoming  more intense with each second.  My 
cunt lips oily with my oozing  juice
    A long moan, as I feel his fingers  working into the leg hole of my 
panties, bunching them to one side.  The  strong fingers slipping easily into 
my sopping pussy.  My walls contracting  as they feel the fingers insinuating 
themselves deep in my cunt.  My tummy  contracting as I clench on the hard 
digits.  My ass wiggling side to side  as I slide my lips up and off of his 
cock.
    "I want it in me Franco."  The  words trembling from my lips as I move 
to straddle him.  "No,  Patrice."  My eyes finding his as his fingers 
continue to fuck my  pussy.  Wide and staring as I finally comprehend his words.  
Mewling  in frustration and need as his thumb rubs over my wet folds.  
Massaging the  throbbing pearl as he fucks my cunt with his fingers.  "If you 
give me a  great blowjob, then next time maybe I will fuck you."  Hearing his 
words as  his hand directs my head down onto his crotch again.  My lips 
parting to  accept his swollen prick.  Wrapping them around and sealing on his 
shaft,  as I bob up and down on his cock.  Then feeling his hand firmly 
pushing my  head down on his cock.  His fingers curling into my hair and then more 
 firmly skull fucking my mouth.  Mashing my face into his groin.   Coughing 
and choking as I gag on my saliva and gasp for air.  My eyes  watering as I 
choke more, with his mushroom head lodging in my  throat. 
    His fingers sliding out of my cunt,  and holding me firmly on his cock. 
 Saliva dripping from the sides of my  mouth as I feel the head swelling, 
expanding in my mouth.  Trying to pull  back, but feeling the first load of 
hot jism hitting the back of my throat and  slding down into my stomach.  
Then another hard jet of spunk, and another  filling my mouth, coating the 
inside with his seed.  His hand releasing my  head as I pull back as I inhale 
through my nose and lips.  Catching the  next spurt of seed on my face and 
neck and hair.  Crouching over him on the  seat as he rubs his oozing cock over 
my mouth and cheeks.  Painting my face  with his cum.
    My thighs squeezing on my fat cunt  lips, needing a release as I feel 
him using me as one would a whore.    Taking what he wants and not giving 
what he doesn't.  My lips working  sucking at the pee slit, as my tongue glides 
over his smooth head.   Cleaning his cock of his cum, my nipples aching 
beneath my top.  My labia  feverish as my thighs squeeze them tight.  Feeling 
the sticky wetness  coating my lower body.
    Feeling my head lifted by my hair and  looking into his smiling face.  
A soft laugh of amusement, as he studies my  face.  Slick with my saliva and 
his seed.  Dotted with pearly spots of  his cum. 
    "You really are a good cock sucker  Patrice, sorry I needed to fuck 
your face; but it felt so good."  Another  laugh and seeing him sit up, pulling 
at his scrubs.  "Maybe we will get  together again sometime and I will fuck 
you like an older woman needs to be  fucked."
    Sitting back on my legs on the seat,  as feel the stickiness of my body 
and face.  Amazed, as I realize that he  is going to leave me hanging.  
That he used me to get his release and  doesn't care about me.  Watching as he 
takes my cell phone from my purse  and dials a number that rings in his 
phone.  "There, now if I need a fuck,  I can call you to take care of me.  I 
won't call more then twice without  you coming to me."
    Dropping my phone on the passenger  seat as he steps out of the 
vehicle, and waling to his car across the lot.   Feeling the heat of embarrassment 
and excitement radiating throughout my  body.  Finally sitting down in the 
drivers seat, legs spread wide and  frigging myself hard with my fingers and 
the heel of my hand.  Finally a  loud groan, as my walls spasm, contracting 
and cramping my insides as I cum long  and hard..............my juices 
wetting my skirt and seat, coating my thighs  with a sticky needy substance, that 
I lick from my fingers. 
    Finally laying back, eyes closed, my  clothing awry as I cum down from 
my long needed orgasm........they ragged deep  breaths and after long 
minutes sitting up with a soft moan.  My fingers  reaching to my nasty upper 
thighs and pulling my panties back over to cover my  cunt.  Then demurrly 
covering my legs with my skirt.  Adjusting my  rearview mirror to look at my wreck 
of a face.  Seeing trails of tears and  sweat framing my face.  Drops of cum 
on my cheeks and the whole face shiney  with his seed.  Dapping at it with 
my fingers and tasting his seed.   Then finally with a long sigh of 
frustration, picking up my cell phone.   Checking the number that he just called.    
 Then with  deliberate slowness, making sure I saved the number. 
    Knowing I would call it and very  soon.  Begging to have him give me 
his  cock............
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