The Doctor’s Private Consultation
Julian had harbored a secret fascination with his cousin, Anabel, for years. At twenty-nine, Anabel was a striking woman with bleached blonde hair and a professional poise that only heightened her allure. As a practicing physician, she carried herself with a confidence that Julian found intoxicating. During a recent family gathering, fueled by a bit of alcohol and reckless conversation among the cousins, Anabel had jokingly suggested that if any of them ever had a medical concern, they should come to her for a private consultation.
Seizing the opportunity, Julian arranged a visit to her home on a day when he knew her husband was at work. He approached her with a fabricated concern, claiming he suspected he had contracted an infection and needed a professional examination. Anabel, ever the professional, donned a pair of latex gloves and directed him to lie back on the living room sofa, instructing him to expose himself for the check-up.
As Anabel’s gloved fingers began to examine him, the friction and the proximity triggered an immediate, pulsing erection. She didn’t pull away; instead, a playful, knowing smile touched her lips. “Relax, Julian, I’m just doing my job,” she whispered, though her touch lingered far longer than a medical exam required. The tension in the room shifted from clinical to electric as she continued to massage him, her gaze locking onto his.
Unable to contain himself, Julian reached out and stroked her thigh. Anabel paused, her breath hitching, before she began to masturbate him with a rhythmic intensity that left him breathless. “Do you like this?” she murmured. Without waiting for an answer, she stepped away for a moment and returned without her gloves, holding a condom. She used her lips and tongue to slide the protection into place, giving him a few teasing tastes before guiding him to her.
Anabel lay back on the sofa, lifting her skirt and discarding her thong to reveal her glistening warmth. Julian moved to enter her, but she stopped him with a soft, urgent plea. “Not there,” she whispered, guiding him toward her backside. “I want you to take me here.”
The sensation was intense and tight, a forbidden thrill that drove them both to the edge. As Julian claimed her, Anabel focused on her own pleasure, her moans filling the quiet house as she reached a shimmering climax. When they finally collapsed into each other’s arms, Anabel leaned in close to his ear. She confessed that her clinic offered even more excitement and that this was a secret they would keep from the family.
Julian left her house with a newfound promise: as long as he remained discreet and loyal to their arrangement, the doctor would continue to provide him with the most intimate of consultations.