Kitty sat nervously on the exam table. It was a routine medical appointment, just a checkup really, but she was more antsy than she had ever been. It wasn't just because she had to strip down and put on the flimsy paper gown - she had donned that many times, and quite frankly, she had no problem getting naked. But today was somehow different, and she knew why: Dr. Fred Dover. He had been her primary doctor for years, and she had no secrets from him... well, no secret except how her lust for him had grown.
Maybe it was his warm, dark eyes that smiled when he smiled. Maybe it was his salt-and-pepper short hair. Maybe it was his strong but soft hands he placed on her when he examined Kitty. Maybe it was a combination of all of the above. Whatever it was, Kitty found herself more and more attracted each time she was around him and found herself thinking about what it would be like to be pressed against his trim, nearly 6-foot tall body. Frankly, it made her wet each time, and she had scheduled this appointment months earlier than usual, because lately she couldn't stop thinking about him.
"Kitty!" he warmly greeted her as he stepped into the exam room, her chart in his hands. "What brings you in today?"
Kitty smiled back at him and thought of how to word her response. She could feel her pussy tingle as she smelled the light whiff of cologne he wore, his warm eyes smiling at her, his rich voice and how it would whisper into her ear sweet words as he gently fucked her. But this was all in her imagination - at least for now - and she needed to respond.
"Well, I'm feeling pretty good, but I just want to make sure everything's ok," she said, doing her best to hide her real intentions for visiting that day.
"Ok, let's take a look," he answered.
Kitty felt her heart flutter a little when he turned around and reached for examination gloves on the counter behind him. She could imagine his firm ass driving his rock hard cock deep inside her, the muscles rippling as he pistoned in and out while she moaned in ecstasy from him being buried deep inside, his muscular thighs slapping against her ass as he took her from behind.
And when he snapped on a latex glove, OH BOY! that almost pushed Kitty over the edge right then and there. She imagined him rubbing her little clit with his gloved hands and she running her hands through his silver fox hair when she would ride his cock as he held her facing him, and they would kiss deeply as he gripped her tiny waist with his other gloved hand and bounced her up and down on his magnificent dick. She squirmed as she tried to regain her composure when he turned around.
"Let's take a look," he said, again smiling at her.
Over the next few minutes, he continued to touch her face, her shoulders, her back - but all in a non-sexual way - as he examined her. At one point when he was holding her face and looking into her mouth, Kitty wanted to turn her head and suck the gloved fingers into her mouth, as if she was sucking on one of her latex toys to warm it before inserting deep into her wet cunt. If she could have, she would have swirled her tongue around the fingers, pulled them down to her pussy, and then rode them right then and there. But she waited for the right moment.
"Well, I don't see any issues with your health," Dover said, as he also looked down her chart. "Your weight is good. Your heart sounds good. And I see no problems with your respiratory or gastro-intestinal tract. In fact, you look perfect to me!"
Kitty smiled at his "perfect" comment. Because he certainly looked "perfect" to her - perfectly fuckable. She slightly bit her lip as she responded.
"Thank you, Dr. Dover. That's really kind of you to say," she said, her eyes fixed on his deep brown eyes, hoping to telegraph her real intention. "But I have a small issue with some very personal, very intimate."
"Oh, I see," he responded. "I'll go get the nurse so we can start the examination there."
"Oh, no!" Kitty nearly shrieked, as she reached out and grabbed his arm. "This is something I only want YOU to see."
Smiling lewdly, she reached down and pulled the paper gown to the side, spreading her legs wide, exposing her smooth-shaved pussy with the dark black thatch of hair poised just above it. Her fingers trailed through the short-cropped bush and at the top of her slit.
"You see, Dr. Dover, every time I think about you, I get this wetness right here," Kitty said as her finger began to slide into the wet crevasse that began to open around her digit. "You're all I can think about lately, and this is the effect you're having on me. Can you touch it to see if it feels 'perfect' to you?"
