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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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