The Doctor’s Private Consultation
It was exactly seven o’clock when I joined the queue at the hospital cafeteria. My attention was immediately captured by the man at the front of the line. He possessed an athletic build and a face that could only be described as striking, topped off with a smile that felt like an invitation. I couldn’t help but scan him from head to toe, and when he caught my gaze, he beamed back at me with a knowing glint in his eyes.
After he paid for his meal and settled into a booth, I didn’t hesitate. I chose the table right next to him, pretending to focus on my food while stealing enthusiastic glances in his direction. He eventually broke the silence, asking if I worked at the hospital. I told him I didn’t, explaining that my office was in the corporate building nearby. The conversation flowed effortlessly, charged with an immediate, electric chemistry.
When dinner ended, he leaned in and invited me back to his private consultation room. The moment the door clicked shut, the atmosphere shifted. I found a convenient excuse to ask for a massage, and he responded by tracing a slow, deliberate line down my neck and across my shoulders. His hands were incredibly soft, yet firm, sending waves of heat rushing through my body.
He softly suggested that I remove my shirt and lower my trousers to allow for a better massage. I obeyed instantly. His hands began to slide lower, kneading my glutes with a precision that left me breathless. I could feel myself reacting strongly, my body tightening with an ache that only he could soothe.
He whispered that there were other points of tension that needed attention. I gasped as his hand slid between my cheeks, applying a gentle, calculated pressure to my perineum. When I asked if there were more points to explore, he murmured that there were, and his fingers moved toward my entrance. I told him I wanted him to show me everything, and he slowly, firmly guided a finger inside. The sensation was overwhelming; I didn’t just want his touch—I wanted all of him.
He told me to strip completely so he could massage my entire body. As I lay chest-down on the padded table, I turned my head to see him shedding his white lab coat. My breath hitched at the sight of his impressive length. I rolled over, reaching out to take him in my hands, bringing his heat to my lips to taste him deeply.
He moved me into position, penetrating me with a blend of gentleness and raw intensity that felt like it was splitting me open in the best way possible. We moved together in a frantic, desperate rhythm until he flipped me over, taking my length into his mouth and sucking me until I was on the verge of breaking. He then climbed atop me, straddling me and sliding onto my hardness with a sharp moan of pleasure.
The climax hit us simultaneously, a crashing wave of release that left us both shaking and spent. We spent a long time afterward locked in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply before walking back to the cafeteria where it had all begun, sharing a secret smile that promised this wouldn’t be our last appointment.