The second year 'itch'? (Closed for RolePlayMaster and myself )

[Sweetp4u]

Nervous.

Mortified..

And desperate...

She was the 'girl next door', brown hair with some red, black and a few blonde in there, naturally. A dimple smile and friendly, out-going personality. She was average height, small frame and curvy where she needed to be. A small swell of her belly that hinted to womanhood, yet did not poke over her jeans. Recently married, well a year ago last week... They should still be in that blissful state, and yet there were problems she noticed that he had yet to address with her.

It was why she was riding that elevator up ten floors to see a man she's never seen before, because her best friend Camilla told her he was the best. She eyed the worn card in her hand, the vision of her best friend's face as it spoke of the doctor in a tone that didn't sound all that proper. A guarantee, Cami said in a naughty whisper as if sharing a shrink's name was a torrid affair.

Was it? Perhaps it was a bit bad to go to some stranger and spill out their guts over silly things like porn and lack of sex in a new marriage. Wasn't this supposed to happen after babies came or after seven years? She did recall that seven year itch story her mother spoke of briefly on their wedding day. She had flushed and hushed her mother that day, as she did whenever someone brought up inappropriate topics like sex... and now was regretting it.

The doors opened and the private offices lined along the hall with large gaps in between each door. Reading the name and number again she turned left and started down the long quiet hall. Not a sound anywhere, and when the doors to the elevator shut, even the annoying music was missed. She paused at once door, ear nearing the dark wood as she listened for signs of life within and heard none. The end of the hall and building, she paused to the door.

"Just go in.." Her hand holding the knob but not turning, her face a flush of nervousness and embarrassment. Could she talk to a complete stranger about her sex life, or lack there of? Her hand fell, her mind already rejecting the idea when the chime of the elevator had her jumping and dashing inside. Shutting the door quickly, she backed up two steps before she stopped, eyes on the door and hoping no one saw her come in.

"Can I help you?" asked a soft voice behind her.

"Oh!" Startled a bit, she whirled back around, clutching her hand bag to her breast. "Sorry." Stammered out as she glanced about the tasteful room and two other thick oak looking doors. "Yes.. I uh, have an appointment."

"Your name?" The woman behind the desk had one this outfit and red hair piled atop her head like some playboy model. Half glasses, which were probably only for reading were down her nose and bright green eyes peered up expectantly.

Who has a secretary that looks like this?! Heffner must've lost a bunny... And she flushed as the thoughts came to her. Trying to figure out why the playboy reference would come to her when she despised that damned magazine.

"Eve Evans." Finally stammered out from her glossy lips, the heat of her face irritating as she stood like a baboon before a Greek looking goddess. Pasting on one of those happy home maker smiles and quickly walking forward to extend her manicured hand in a handshake. They shook hands, though the secretary seemed have a mocking smile on her lips for a brief moment.

"Nervous?" She asked Eve softly, "Many are their first time." Motioning with her red painted claws, pencil and white palm to a chair, "please, have a seat. He will be with you shortly." Rising, the secretary goddess grabbed a file and went to the door. Rapping three times before a muffled voice called for her to enter. Disappearing behind the door, Eve tried not to lean and peer within at the same time she worked not to bolt for the door.

She could do this.

Minutes seemed to drag by, each more difficult than the last, hoping he wasn't going to ask her stupid questions like she's heard so many have done before, about her life, her parents and that malarky. If he did, she was so out of there! She needed real help not some psycho analytic bullshit that would end up where she started from before she got here AND at a very high rate per hour too.

She could do this.

"Mrs Evans?" Called twice before Eve heard her speaking from across the room. "The doctor will see you now." The goddess held the door open with a friendly smile, waiting. Knowing it was now or never, she stood quickly and gathered her resolve about her like an armor of protection. Strolling in, she even managed to wiggle a little as if to alert the goddess that she too was sexy.. just in a different sort of way.

Entering, she couldn't quite meet the doctor's eyes. Taking a seat before the desk, her eyes on the many framed certificates, awards and paintings. Facilitating herself a bit better, she then turned that dimpled camera friendly smile onto the Doctor, "Good afternoon Doctor." Her voice warm and friendly, light as she had practiced on her drive over.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

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[Sweetp4u]

Eve Evans

His hand shake was firm, confident as he stood towering over her a bit, smiling. Returning his smile, however shyly, she quickly moved to where he indicated she should sit herself. Opting for the chair instead of the couch, her fingers straightening her clothing as she adjusted to a some what comfortable yet proper position in her seat. Again she noted the meticulous order of his office and surroundings, done in a masculine feel yet not offensive to her own eyes. It reeked of comfort and den style that one might find in their own home. She liked it both visually and of course the lack of sound that did not penetrate from other offices and rooms about them. She noted that too as she turned her eyes to his, watching as he wrote down on a pad of paper.

"Thank you." She murmured shyly, her face flushing a bit more as he commented on her smile. Obvious to her he was doing his best to put her at ease with his gentle words and initiative questioning.

"You are here because of some issues with your married life, correct?"

"Yes, Doctor." Her hands twisted a bit together before her as they sat clutching to each other in her lap.

"A sexual problem?" He more so pointed out than asked her this, to which she could only nod her head affirmatively, words failing her as her blush heightened further.

"An issue youve tried to correct on your own and have been unable to, so you come here looking for my help in hopes that you aren't at fault for this sexual problem......correct?"

"Yes Doctor." her mouth opening finally, her mind working over his questions and direct manner as if he can read her every thought. Was she that obvious? Already she was feeling a bit inadequate and defensive, feeling as if he were judging her though he does not know the exact reason she is there.

"Tell me in your own words a bit of the problems youve had and also share with me some examples of what it is you have tried to correct the problem and have failed." he futher adds, "And please be specific, dont leave anything out, there is no such thing as a small detail, so share all that is on your mind, that is the only way you will get the help you need here." and with that, he leans back a little in his chair and directs her with three simple words to start her story telling, "You may begin."

His eyes on her, he finally stopped scribbling on the note book of paper and merely looked at her. Her eyes searching his expression, unsure where to begin and if she should even speak? What is it with him that has her on edge? And those words, 'you may begin'? What the heck was that? Obviously this one wasn't like other men she'd come into contact with, as he was far too serious to her liking. The word failed seemed to hang between them, again she felt judged and even a bit ashamed of being there. Eyes shifting to the clock, the image of what she'd do to her friend later playing through her mind.

"My husband has lost all interest in sex." She finally spoke, her voice cracking a bit. Clearing her throat, her tongue lapping her dry lips as she turned her eyes down to her lap and clutched hands. "He ah.." Face flaming, her brows draw together as she fumbles over her embarrassment, "Doesn't want to do anything we've done before. You know?" peeking up at him and then away again as he simply just stares at her from his chair, "No..For play. Turns down a blow job for television." Her voice wavers a bit as words fail her. Torn between anger and upset, her fingers twist tighter together.

"He um.. Well he watches porn and those magazines are every where. He gapes at other women and ignores me." She nearly growls in her anger, "I am in shape, or so I thought anyway. I am adventurous but he won't tell me what he wants. And sex has become boring, missionary when he is in the mood.. without release, or touching much and kissing is this... awkward first date kind of thing!" she finishes in a rush of angst.

 

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[Sweetp4u]

Eve

Eyes lifting, her mind scrambles a bit as she fights against embarrassment and the unexpected touch of his finger to her chin. Perhaps the doctor is correct and her husband doesn't enjoy oral sex and maybe he just doesn't enjoy her oral? A plague in her mind, it continued to fester long before coming here if it weren't for a limited past experience she could ascertain that she was indeed, bad at fellatio. She might not be the best out there but she wasn't the worst either.

"Nineteen." She answers softly, shifting in the chair to a more comfortable position, her mind turning inward as memories filter through. A faint smile growing across her face as it replays. "College. Linebacker." A shiver tickling down her spine, the memory so vivid to her that her nipples even respond with hardening. "His idea..." So soft, almost too light of a whisper to be heard, if not for the insulation within the office. The memory of his hands, commanding her into action that a shy girl such as she had been, would've never done without his insistence and guidance. "I am twenty nine now." She adds as she clears her throat, again shifting on the chair, too aware the seam of her panty were pressing somewhere causing an inappropriate sensation.

"It was his idea." She confirms, her eyes coming back into focus as they meet his across the short distance. Yet while watching him, those memories keep playing through her head, heating her. Damp palms press to her lap and press, rubbing down her thighs as they itch and yet feel sticky. Her face again flushed as she tries to gain the gumption and speak aloud a memory. All are so.. intimate, it's a little strange to tell a stranger these things in her memories.

"It serves a purpose? I mean, telling of experiences gone by?" she asks shyly, distracted as she is with the clear images of that linebacker and the things they did about the campus all those years ago. Four weeks of insanity, shamed because she reacted so.. It was good that he transferred to another school for the last two years he had left, otherwise who knew what would've happened. Still, when she needed a quick cum, those memories were the trigger that would always send her over the edge.

"I didn't want to have sex until I was married. This guy on the team understood that and respected my reasons." Or so she felt as he never pushed her beyond their oral games. "So we would .. engage in oral sex to relieve tensions." The explanation was far too short as there was so much more to that story and his silence seemed to urge her to continue on with details.

Again she flushed hotly, her face flaming as her breathing picked up just a bit. a sigh escaped her lips as she smiles, eyes glossy as the memories taunted her. "He grabbed me outside lab one day and we went into the fire escape. Down to the bottom floor and into this .. underground plumbing piping.. area. No idea what it was, but he grabbed me by the arm, pushed me down three flights of stairs and into this dark damp hall that he barely fit into." Goose bumps prickled along her arms, her hands unconsciously moving to caress up and down her skin, soothing.

Eyes flickering as her lashes fluttered, her breathing hitched a moment as she came out of the semi trance like state. "He uh.." She paused to grab a bottle of water from her hand bag. Taking a deep drink, she offered a weak smile as she recapped the bottle. "pulled out his cock and had me blow him until he came." She stammered out the rest in a short run of the mill tale as if it were the news. "We did this all over the campus. He'd grab me under the bleachers so he could tug up my skirt and well.. you get the idea." There were no real reason to tell him too much detail, after all, head was head. The cock worship didn't seem fitting for broad day light and stranger's ears, good girls didn't enjoy a man rubbing his cock all over her.. Or so she was certain of.

'He would tell me what to do and what to listen for as each man is different but pleasure sounds don't change much." She offered a dimpled smile, her eyes trying hard not to leave his despite the near desperation to hide them from him.

 

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[Sweetp4u]

This doctor was like a whirlwind of activity, and his authoritive personality had her jumping to do as she was instructed. Hand bag and bottle set aside as she rises swiftly, straightening her skirt as she walks to the general area he had pointed to. Again her nervousness shows as she gnaws her bottom lip at the corner, brows drawn as she watches him closely. His questions are like rapid fire, one after another and another before she has a chance to even think of a proper answer or how to word it decently. Flushed and irritated a little, she clenches a small hand into a fist as she stands there. Gathering her thoughts and trying to figure out what all her past has to do with her present, she responds, “Yes, I waited.”

“I had only recently met him at a weekend party.” Her memories trying to sort themselves as she ticked off events in her head, or rather she tried to. “It’s kind of a drunken blur, Doctor.” She admits with a shy flush, her hand opening to rub absentmindedly against her thigh. “He was kind enough to walk me home.” He even held her head when she was sick all over the campus’s grass. A smile coming, she can recall how the big bulky guy was as gentle as a lamb but much like the Doctor and.. What was it that reminded her of him? “I think it was two weeks after we met and not the first exactly.” Again her cheeks redden, wondering what the doctor must think of her to be so loose with a stranger. “We did some heavy petting on the couch after he got me to my dormitory, but did not get too far past second base.” Did he know what bases were? She didn’t dare ask and offend the man either.

Green eyes lifting to find the Doctor, she pauses with a wide eyed gape of an expression. “That is far from a pen, Sir.” She chokes out, backing a bit as she shrinks into herself, turning her eyes away from the rubber phallus, hating that her face was literally flaming with embarrassment and heat. Clearing her throat, trying to remember she is an adult and she made the choice to come see this man for help. What did she expect would happen?

“Knees?” She mimics stupidly, “Yes Doctor.” Gentle is his hand as she lowers to the floor before him, her mind screaming “OH GOD! WHAT AM I DOING!?”, mouth clamped down tight as her jaw ticks and flexes. Inhaling deeply, she steels herself for composure but is unable to meet the Doctor’s eyes as she shifts on bare knees.

"Did he keep you clothed like that, would he have you remove anything or take it off you?" as he reminds her, "I can assure you that no one else will enter this door, this is a safe place, just like any other doctor's office you’ve been too, but I must remind you that if you don’t fully trust me and be fully honest with me, I cannot help you." so he then asks once more, "Do you need to alter your outfit before we begin?"

Eyes lower over her outfit, a simple blouse and knee length skirt. It is similar to what she had on that day, “Skirt was shorter.” From some strange far away voice much like her own, it speaks. Ears ringing a bit, her hands tremble as they lower to her thigh to grip a bit of the fabric and lift it higher. Sliding the soft cotton and her hands up, she can feel the air conditioning breath across her center, cooling her. “A few buttons were open so he could see my breasts.” She can recall his large hands nearly rending the fabric in his haste to get to her milky skin. Hands lift, pushing three buttons through the small holes before she lifts her eyes to the life like looking cock. Lips dry as is her throat; she swallows and wills her saliva glands to kick in. Tongue tip slipping the seam of her lips, she eyes it and mentally coaches herself to just let go of thoughts and concerns over appearances, just let go.

Her hand reaching, she almost touches the soft rubber but again she halts all movement. His voice is encouraging, quiet and instructive as if it were a math class and not some sexual apparatus hanging before her face, in his hand, expecting her to love it. Face paling a bit, she can feel that burn inside her igniting but determined as she is and as scared as she is to be doing such a silly exercise, she forces it down. Her hand finally wraps about the base of the arched rubber. Nostrils flaring wide, she takes a deep breath all the while refusing to meet the doctor’s gaze. Her thoughts so chaotic, she has one that stands out from the rest more than any other… His pants are creased so perfectly, and wonders how?

"I want you to show me what you did, and you can use this to best show me." he adds, "If it helps you, pretend I am that linebacker."

So soothing his tone, quiet but strong. Swallowing yet again, her glands are finally working as her mouth waters but it isn’t the room or doctor in her thoughts but that linebacker back in college and what they had done that day filling her mind and taking her senses. They are the same size or rather, were? Maybe? Thoughts fragment and splinter, going in so many directions at once, she forgets to listen for the door to open or phones to ring.

"And if he was physical with you or said things you remember, tell me those things and i can say them to you, i can be physical with you in the ways he was, we dont need to use this dildo just for a blowjob if he rubbed it any other places on you, but again, this is all in a goal to get this story out of you so I can take that information and help you."

“He held my hair from my face.” Soft words float up from her gently parted lips, eyes on the head of this prick dangling before her. Eyes glaze over as a genuine smile crosses her face for the first time since arriving, “He told me when to lick at it, kiss it for him or when to suck.” Her body heating, her breathing noticeably is picking up as she speaks. “He..” her free hand lifting to her head, brows furrow a bit as her eyes darken in desire, “tugged my head by my hair.” Visions of the day continue through her mind’s eye, “he even slapped his cock against my tongue.”

Rising to her knees, her head in his lap as the plastic cock is brushed across her lips. Back and forth in a slow path as her saliva wets the tip. Eyes half closed and obviously lost in a haze of memory and lust, her tongue slips out as she taps the head to her tongue. Wet little slaps and splatters as she saturates the rubber with her spit. Her small fist soaked, she slides it up and down the length the Doctor has not have a grip on. “He would brush it to my cheek, the slippery tip of him.. Pinch and twist my nipples if he felt …” Her words cut off as she shivers at his final questions, “Swallowed.” Was all she could manage to say, her tongue dancing over the rubber, swirling about the tip and flickering at the underside of the crown.

“When we discovered I had no gag reflex and he could get me to do everything he asked.. within reason, that day was about him and his release.” Her words murmur in a breathy way from her lips, eyes on that small fist sliding up and down the length. Her free hand lifting to clutch at the back of his thigh, she pushes the cock into her mouth. Lavishly wetting it, she pulls off with a slow wet drag of full lips. Eyes lifting to him, she pushes forward and deeper, working the penis down her throat. Eyes near rolling as his hands lift, anticipation eating at her to see if he would take her by her hair and do as that college boy had done all those years ago.

 

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[Sweetp4u]

Eve

Eyes lift to his face, curios that he had not heard her, "Swallow would mean mouth, Doctor." Her face reddening as he speaks to her in such a manner. Throat dry, her ears ringing louder as her heart race increases. Unsure if it is arousal or fear of what she has gotten herself into, her eyes lower from his towering face to the cock he is pulling from his black slacks.

A startled gasp comes quickly from her gaping lips, as she hasn't been this close to something that large in awhile. Again she laps her lips as she wars with her inner voice and conscious. He keeps going on and on about her not contacting him, not showing up at his office and vaguely she wonders why he is going over all this with her? She doesn't know the man from Adam, why would she return without an appointment?

Her hands move to do as he has instructed her, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a satin baby girl pink bra with a small bow between her breasts and over the clasp. Below her panties rest, still hidden from his line of sight as his hands grope into her hair and curve about her head. Wide eyed, she cooperates as he cock slaps against her mouth and tongue. A groan coming from her as she lets her self relax just a little and go along with him and his method of discovery.

"Suck my cock as deep as that gag-less mouth of yours will let it enter." he says "Forget that you are married, I want to fuck your face as you were fucked in college...."

That word married stops her from continuing, and her hands come up to press to his knees. "I.. This is.." Turning her head from him and his tempting cock, she sucks in a deep breath as the muffled sounds of Nickleback play from her tucked away phone.

Her husband is calling.

"This is.. Oh lord!" She pushes back and frees herself from his hands and submissive position before him. "This is not right, highly inappropriate!" She scrambles, red faced to right her shirt and tug down her skirt both at the same time, failing miserably at first. "What in the hell was Cami thinking!?" exasperation in her tone as she straightens herself, tussled hair covering her face as she looks down to finish off her buttons.

Aroused, ashamed and very uncertain, she quickly grabs up her bag and water bottle, "I think that our time is up, Doctor." meekly she says this as she tries to clear her lust crazed brain. What in HELL was she doing!? Her hands lift to wipe at her mouth, positive she has smeared lipstick all over the place. Green eyes shoot a glare his way, her mouth opens but she can not find words to tell him just how she feels or what she thinks of his lesson and where he was heading with her. My god! She didn't even know his name, if he was married...

Married! For fuck's sake, SHE'S married! Again she fumbles as she tugs down her skirt. "Maybe next week.." She says lamely, her face crimson as she heads for the door. Maybe what next week? anal on the balcony!?

 

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[Sweetp4u]

Eve

Wary of the Doctor, her eyes on his face to keep from looking else where.. Especially hit semi hard cock still hanging from his trousers.

"Yes," She answers quietly, thoughtfully. "Of course I should." Her hands tremble but reach within her bag to pull it out and answer quickly.

"Hello darling." Chipper in her tone, does nothing to match her facial expression. Finding a seat back in the chair, she straightens her clothing a bit more. Her eyes turned from the Doctor as best she can keep them.

"I am down town." She answers truthfully, "What time would you like dinner?" She asks as her husband rambles on the other end about seven sounding good, "Seven. Alright, anything particular you'd like?" Face flush, her calm slowly returning. "Alright. See you then." a tap of one manicured finger and its off and returned to her purse.

Eyes lifting once more to the Doctor's, she ignores his hanging cock to eye him a quiet moment. Her hackles rising a bit as is the flush to her cheeks, it literally burns on her tongue to rip into him for all he had her doing. Especially that finger snap! But, again she came to him for help with these troubles, not the other way around. Soothing herself, her hands rub up and down her skirt and thighs as she tries to find some center ground.

"Well.." Now what? She has no clue what to say, the last few minutes are ticking away and he is merely standing there, over her and with his cock still hanging out. Profusely hot inside and out, her hand lifts to fan a bit of cooler air to her flushed cheeks, "I am not quite sure how this..." her hand waves around to indicate all they had just done, "Is going to help my marriage Doctor?" Her words calm but stressing on that single word again, marriage.

 

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[Sweetp4u]

Eve Evans

"But.." Her words falter as she stares wide eyed at the very thing she was hoping to avoid, his cock. "I thought.." Her words meek, quiet as she sits listening to his reasonings as he talks over her, through her. Again she trembles a bit as her face remains red in hue, evidence he is demanding of her is enough to make her squirm on his fine leather seat.

"Sh-show you?" her hand reaches automatically as he has instructed her, wrapping her delicate soft fingers about the thick flesh. Her mind screaming at her to stop! Her heart hammering with fear, as she isn't sure he will even fit anywhere in her! And her slutty body is just weaping all over her white lace and cotton panties. Dutifully the free hand lowers, hesitating a moment over her skirt hem as her dark eyes lift to his face once more. Seeing the stern set of jaw and his eyes, she knows he won't baulk at his decision, and so she spreads her thighs, wiggling forward as she does and pushing her hem of her skirt up high in her lap.

"I.." Her words huff out, shakey but in a tone of acceptance. Wetting her lips, eyes fluttering as her head moves forward and hand lifts him to a pleasing angle. Swirling her slippery tongue about the crown, she swipes up a bit of precum and tucks her tongue into her mouth. Rolling it about, mixing with saliva she works him to coat her taste buds before swallowing. Smacking her lips without thought, her pulse pounding so much she can hear oceans in her ears, lips return to his cock once more. Relaxing as moments tick by and no one bursts in, no calls come through, and her eyes close once more.

Steadily back and forth her lips and tongue slip and suckle. Wetting, sucking and pushing him deeper and deeper into her mouth until he is butting the back of her throat. Rising a bit from her chair, she pushes him deeper and down into her throat. Breathing halted, the familiar old sting of tears come to her eyes and she can almost feel the heated gush wetting her panties, this sensation having been missed for so long! Pulling off, she gasps in for air as silvery strands of her salvia cling to his cock head and her lips. Pushing his cock up, uncaring for his slacks, her tongue follows that thick vein down to his balls. A groan coming as she suckles first one and then the other with lovingly soft lips and wet mouth. Tongue dancing, she licks at them both, caressing and twisting her tongue out to see if he too would make those sexy little noises for her?

Her hand stroking slowly, dripping precum and her spit as she trails that same path back up, swirling the hole before pushing the thick cock back into her mouth. Lips stretched, she can feel the burn about her mouth, especially the corners and can only imagine the damage it would do to the lips below, or even if he could get inside her. Unbidden the thoughts, she responds with a groan. For both the need and chastising thoughts that quickly follow. He can not fuck her, what is she thinking!? head tilting a bit, her eyes open and focus on his watching face as she mouths half of his cock back down her wind pipe.

 

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[Sweetp4u]

Eve Evans

Lips around the head, her tongue swirls the ridge with lazy need. Her hands moving down to do as he has instructed her. A pearly button at a time, she parts her blouse to reveal her lacy bra. Dropping his cock from her lips, hungry eyes remain on him as she leans back on her knees. Goose bumps rise in wake of her touch, her skin vibrating with awareness as she slips the material free. His gaze doing little to cool her mind and body, heat flushes through her, certain his eyes are everywhere and seeking her secrets.

Green eyes lift to his, a thrill making her sex twitch deep and hard as she notes his eyes follow her every move. He is focused solely on her and it's a bit of a rush to have his full attention. No phones, no television or complaints of food from his lips, just standing there, waiting on her. Her breathing shallows a bit, faint and rushed as she heats yet further. Feeling bolder and growing so with each passing moment, the blouse is tossed over the chair arm behind her. Reaching between her plump breasts, the center clasp is released and the bra snaps open. Pulling open across each breast, the curved hidden wire catches on her skin before revealing a rosy pert tip. Looking down at herself, she cannot believe she is doing this and yet.. no sense of shame or guilt comes over her. Just the desire to feel.

Manicured fingers slip down just below her breasts and pluck the material from her torso. Eyes lifting his once more, she watches him as she peels away the lace. Breasts both curved, unmarred and peaked with a rosy tight nipple, some like her eraser sized nipples and others do not. His gaze so guarded she isn't quite sure his reaction just yet. Shifting to her hip and side, legs moving out as she lies across the floor at his feet with a shy smile upon her lips.

Something just sexy about lying at his feet as she strips away the last two layers of clothing. Heels planting and her shoulders bracing, she lifts her hips and slips both hands into her trim waist line. Splayed fingers slowly move, enticing his eyes to follow as she slips over her firm belly. One slender finger on each side slips between hip and mons, pushing down her skirt. Bikini panties, sheer and matching her bra show off her bare sex as it hugs her crevices and curves. Pausing, her heart in her throat she again has a moment of doubt in her actions. Worrying her lip, seeking his gaze only to come across his hard cock waiting for her attention, the cool air brushing across her damp crotch to remind her just why she is there and doing these things.

Amazing what one can rationalize when they are horny as hell.

Repeating the same motion as with her skirt removal, she lifts from the floor and tugs her panties down. Slender legs brush back and forth as she works her panties down her legs, kicking them away from her as she swings back to her knees before him. Her legs splay a bit to get comfortable in his lush carpet, and perhaps for another reason as the cool air conditioning soothes her swollen shaved sex.

Who could say no to a cock like that? The Doctor was certainly endowed nicely, and if she were honest, almost twice the man her husband was. Would her husband ever know? Not likely, he didn't even know where she did her grocery shopping nor cared. Life's short! Encouragement and reasoning’s went through her mind the entire time she stripped. The mental picture of her kneeling before him in heels and pearls didn't go unnoticed, and she was far from a narcissist but the whole damned thing was erotic as fuck.

She complied with him, her entire body bared for his inspected, approval, desires.. Whatever may come, but she was certain one of them would at least. Before him at last, her hands moving up his thighs as she shifts closer. Head dipping down and turning just enough to capture the head of his prick with tongue and eager lips, sucking him in with a sigh of pleasure. Tongue swiping roughly against him, she works to wet him as her free fingers wrap about the base of him and squeeze a bit. The others move to cup his full sack, caressing gently as she traces soft pads against his bare skin.

Flavor fills her mouth, flooding her senses and taste buds. Mouthwatering, tongue curving about the side of his shaft as she slips up and down each side and back up to the head. Hooded eyes remain on the object of her desires, the red tip begging for her to kiss and suckle, tickle and flick her tongue over it again and again. Lapping her lips once more, her head bobbing in slow deliberate movements. Her hand working to the counter, she strokes him as she slowly gets his delicious cock deeper into her sucking hot mouth and throat.