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Subject: "Heather" Chapter 3
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HEATHER
Chapter 3
In Which Heather Becomes Undone...
The examination room was like none Heather had ever seen. In
fact,
it looked more like an elegant bedroom of the 19th Century.
The room was about 20 feet square. Opposite the door--the only
door
--was a bay window with translucent white lace drapes. The carpeting
on
the floor was as plush as in the doctor's office, but it was rose-hued,
as
were the walls. On each of the walls were a series of well-executed
water
colors depicting pastoral scenes.
In the center of the room was a king-sized bed. It was a four
poster, with dust covers and ruffles. There was a thick comforter,
turned
down, and feather pillows. The pillowcases and sheets were linen.
Next to the bed was a cart holding a variety of what looked
like
electronic devices.
Dr. Alan Miller was smiling.
"Are you ready for your exam, Heather?," he asked in a gentle
voice.
"Yes, I am, Alan," she responded. "What do I do first?"
"Well, the first time I see someone new, I try to make them
feel
comfortable," the doctor said. "I'll put on some soft music. In the
meantime, take off your gown and please place this padded mask over
your
eyes. I'm going to dim the lights a little but, even so, I find my
experimental subjects are put much more at ease if they can't actually
see
what is happening.
"Please don't worry. Nothing painful or harmful is going to
happen."
Heather was beginning to believe she had made a big mistake but
the
doctor's voice was gentle and while the young lady she had seen earlier
was
a little confused, she certainly didn't look as if she had been harmed.
Heather dropped the gown to the floor while the doctor adjusted
the
stereo. She walked over to the bed and pulled on the padded mask. It
was
made of black silk, with white lace trim.
Heather set on the edge of the bed, unable to see. The music from the
stereo sounded like Mozart.
"Are you comfortable, Heather?," the doctor asked.
"Yes, I am," she replied.
"Then why don't you put your feet up and relax...I'll be with
you in
a few minutes."
Heather lay back on the bed. It was firm and comfortable.
Heather was very attractive, so attractive that she was always
getting more than her share of attention from men, ever since she was
15
years old. She was now 29, and the years had only added to her
physical
splendor.
Heather was 5'7" tall and had a striking face with long dark
brown
hair and a figure that bordered on voluptuous. Her face was both
angular
and round, and she had a long, shapely neck. A little broad in the
shoulders,
her frame helped her carry two large and almost perfectly round
breasts.
Unlike many breasts her size, these two seemed to point towards heaven.
They were capped by unusually large nipples that were normally soft but
became like thick pencils when she was aroused.
Her chest tapered down to a slim but not bony waist and then
her
body flared out generously towards her hips. Her belly protruded just
a
little. Rising up below her belly was her mound, generously covered
with
soft, long and curly brown hair. Her vaginal lips protruded
noticeably.
Heather had long, well-shaped legs. When she had her legs
together,
diamonds were formed at her thighs, knees and ankles. Her feet were a
7A,
and like many women, Heather had a shoe fetish. She'd rather buy
shoes,
she told herself many times, than get laid. She'd left her Ferragamos
in
the dressing room.
From the back, Heather was a work of art. Her derrierewas
magnificent...high, rounded and firm.
In short, Heather was enough to make any heterosexual male
drool
on himself.
Heather was fully relaxed on the bed, breathing evenly, when
Dr. Miller came back into the room.
"Are you feeling okay now, Heather?," he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine, Alan," she responded.
"Great...I'm ready to begin."
"I'm going to start by gently touching you in a number of
places to
determine how your reflexes are...I'm starting now."
Dr. Miller placed his hands on Heather's head and began to very
gently caress her...or at least it felt like a caress, Heather thought.
He lifted her hair and began touching her ears and her neck.
Heather sighed; she enjoyed being touched along her neck.
The doctor then began to trace his fingers over her lips and
nose.
Then he moved down to her shoulders and up across her chest. He placed
his
hands alongside the edges of her breasts and gently lifted them a
little.
Heather sighed again and squirmed a little. But she didn't say
anything.
Dr. Alan removed his hands for a moment and when he brought
them
back, Heather thought she smelled roses.
He placed the palms of his hands on her breasts...they were
moist,
with a warm, rose-smelling substance. He began running the palms of
his
hands over her breasts, rubbing the cream onto them.
Heather was having some difficultly controlling herself. She
didn't
know where she was supposed to be getting turned on or not, but Dr.
Alan
was doing a job on her.
Her nipples became erect, hard as nails.
"Aha," Dr. Alan said.
He suddenly removed his hand from her right breast and a couple
of
seconds later, she felt his tongue lapping her nipple. He circled her
nipple with his tongue, drawing it out even farther.
Heather began to moan softly. She wanted to reach out but was
unable to...her wrists were bound and she couldn't lift her arms more
than
a few inches.
When did that happen, Heather wondered to herself.
Dr. Alan was busy at her nipple and was alternating licking and
sucking. His palm covered her other nipple.
Suddenly, he removed his hand and it was replaced by a
tongue...
Wait a minute, Heather thought, he's sucking at my right breast
and
my left one is being sucked, too?
"Dr. Alan, Dr. Alan," Heather said, a little too softly.
She tried again. "What's going on here...I thought we were
alone."
"You're not in any pain, are you Heather,?" Dr. Alan asked.
"No, no I'm not but obviously someone else is here with us."
"Just my research assistant," Dr. Alan replied. "Nothing to
worry
about."
At that, Dr. Alan (at least Heather thought it was Dr. Alan--it
might have been yet another research assistant!) went back to her right
breast and began licking and sucking her nipple. Both of her breasts
were
being loved at the same time, by two different mouths.
Maybe I've died and gone to heaven, Heather thought.
She began to perceive a different technique being used on each
nipple. On the right, her breast was being licked and sucked and on
the
left, her nipple was being sucked and rolled around inside a mouth.
Suddenly, she felt another tongue, gently licking at her ear
and
breathing into it.
I'm going to die right here, Heather thought to herself. Three
on
one!
Then she picked up on the rose aroma again and felt a soft hand
caressing the outer lips of her vagina. Softly, very softly. Almost
as if
it wasn't being touched at all.
Round and round, the fingers circled her opening, never
tarrying on
one spot for more than a second or two. A quick dip inside every so
often
and an occasional brush with her clitoris.
Heather began writhing on the bed.
She had, at the moment, a mouth on each nipple, sucking her
into a
frenzy, a tongue lapping at her ear and now a couple of gentle fingers
probing inside her.
What could possibly happen next, Heather wondered.
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