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Dr Dreamy DDS
It was that time again. I really look forward to it. I love the feeling in my mouth when it’s over. My tongue can’t resist the sensation.
It all starts with the dental hygienist but my dentist is the real treat. He is a sexy, young dentist with a beautiful smile (of course) who recently opened his new office in town.
As I sat in the dental chair waiting for him to examine me, I mean my teeth, I began feeling naughty and my pussy tingled. It was a HOT summer day, so I wore my favorite sundress, a low-cut scoop neck with three buttons down the front.
Sitting alone waiting in the exam room, my thoughts began to wander as did my fingers. I unbuttoned my top two buttons exposing the tops of my breasts but nothing too revealing and then bunched up my hem just above mid-thigh. I began day dreaming about my dreamy dentist. In my dreams, he always drills me.
Unwittingly, lost in my fantasy, I began rubbing my pussy through the thin cotton fabric of my dress. I spread my legs a little more and inched my hem a little higher. I wasn’t wearing any undergarments and soon my index finger found my moistening slit. I began rubbing my clit with one hand and caressing my boob and twisting my nipple with my other hand. My hand disappeared into my top.
I twisted in my chair as my fingers sank into my slippery pussy hole; my self-induced pleasure increasing toward to orgasm and release.
Two quick knocks and the door handle began to turn, startling me out of my sexual trance. I whipped my hands back to my sides leaving my disheveled dress in their wake. In an instant, my dreamy dentist was hovering over me, inches from my mouth. I focused on his lips under the glare of the light ring, he positioned above me.
After the usual questions, he began his exam. Cupping my neck in both hands, he palpated my jaw and neck, his gentle caress cascaded off my shoulders, running the length of my arms. Goosebumps jumped up in response. His hands were strong, yet warm and soft. I fantasized that his caress would extend to my breasts, my nipples hardened with expectation.
My already aroused pussy tingled and sparked, begging to be filled.
I could feel my own self-lube coalescing into heavy droplets that rolled down my inner pussy lips and pooled in my opening before dribbling across my puckered asshole, ultimately saturating the backside of my dress. Oh well, it’s a risk of going sans undies.
He noticed the hem of my dress, pulled into a naked arrow, exposing my upper thighs almost to the bottom of my glistening pussy lips. When he entered the room, I failed to straighten my dress in my haste to avoid being caught with fingers in my cookie jar.
I didn’t have an opportunity to visually assess how much I was exposing myself because I was either blinded by the light ring above my face or gazing into his eyes and he rarely broke eye contact. And he has such beautiful eyes, I wouldn’t have glanced away even for a moment.
He examined my tongue, pulled out and pinched between his gloved fingers. As his face bobbed and weaved to inspect it from every angle, I felt his lap coat brush against nipple. My nipple!!!
I flushed instantly. I must have dragged open my top when I abruptly removed my hand when I heard him knock. Embarrassed and self-conscious, I tried to sneak a peek of how much of me was on display. But my flooded pussy betrayed my excitement for exhibitionism.
With my hands at my sides, I could have easily salvaged my modesty. But instead of discretely pulling my hem down, I tugged at the fabric with my fingers, hiking it up even higher. A cool blast of AC greeted my steaming pussy. I shivered. I parted my legs slightly, then a little more. My parting pussy lips strained against the viscous bonds of my self-lube, until they slipped apart revealing the opening to my pleasure tunnel, a glistening invitation.
My heart began racing and my breathing became shallow and rapid, I closed my eyes, and rolled my face away from him, presenting him with neck, he could surely see that I was willfully exposing myself to him.
How would he respond?