This story is the third installment of a multi-chapter series called "Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True."
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Until just moments ago, I didn't know that my patient Stefania was actually "Sabrina" the mystery woman I'd been lusting after for weeks, but yet here she was, in my arms. I'm on top of her, and she is practically naked, her hands locked around on my neck as we kiss on my exam table with the intensity of two people who'd spent a year in lock up.
It was all so very wrong, so very unethical of me ... so intensely arousing.
"Dr. Demarco!" There was another knock on the exam room door.
Goddammit.
"Sorry to bother you again but we need you to authorize a script. Patient says it's an emergency and she's called three times already. Driving us crazy! Oh, and your 9am is still waiting! Doc, is everything ok in there?"
"Yes, just a minute," I croaked, nearly breathless, as I stood up from the table and attempted to smooth my hair back into place. There was no helping the throbbing hard-on that was about to rip through my pant seam.
Stefania was looking at me with those doe-like eyes again, except this time she appeared relaxed, as if our kiss had provided her some great release. She also didn't seem the least bit concerned that at any moment my nurse could burst in and discover our budding dalliance. I'd be stripped of my license and everything I've worked for all these years would go straight to hell.
You'd think this realization would've dampened my desire too.
That's the thing about succumbing to your baser nature, once you do it, there's no other way to but down.
I grabbed for my cock and wrestled it under the waistband of my pants, securing my lab coat over it.
I only had seconds to figure everything out.
"When can I see you and where do you live??" I realized I sounded frantic and quickly reverted to my clinical manner.
"I'm three blocks from the hospital,"she said as she grabbed my prescription pad and scrawled her address and number.
"I'm booked for the evening swing shift so I am headed there right after today's appointments. Supposed to be out by eight. Maybe nine at the latest? But you never know with delivering babies."
She stroked my hand, tilting her head to the side coquettishly.
"You've got a long day ahead. Come over any time tonight and we'll just relax. I'd like to take care of you for a change. "
"Perfect, and if any of your neighbors look at me crooked, I'll just tell them I'm your uncle."
That made her smile ear to ear.
"You're like no uncle I've ever had."
"That's probably a good thing."
As I raced to the next appointment, I wondered to myself what "just hang out" means these days. Should I bring her anything? Would there be chit-chat first? Oh god. Am I'm too old for this? My mind was racing again.
Maybe I'd better reread the fantasy story she'd written with me in mind. How kinky did she want to get? I had the passing thought of throwing a speculum in my bag.
The other problem - I was wildly attracted to her but I also had the nagging sense of wanting to protect her. She seemed so vulnerable now, which was such a departure for her. And she obviously thought so highly of me.
I wanted to be sure not to miscalculate anything.
Leave it to me to over-think no-strings-attached sex with a much younger woman.
My dick, on the other hand, was clearly not affected by any of this incessant rumination, as it remained in the ready position for at least an hour after we parted.
He is so tall and good looking that I don't even think of how much older he is. No... I'm lying, I think that's the part really turns me on. The thought of him coming to my apartment this very evening isn't even making me nervous as I thought it would. It gives me a strange sense of comfort, like a knight in shining armor is being sent to me. I never was the type of girl looking to be saved.
So much has changed.
My intercom buzzes at nine on the nose. There he is in my hallway, his skin slightly glowing with sweat from the sultry evening and his dark brown, wavy hair the slightest bit mussed. I pause a moment to take in his chiseled features and inviting lips. He's holding a small bouquet of white flowers and grinning boyishly.