Grabbing her wallet and keys, Maggie leaned down to kiss her two sons on the head.
"Ok, kiddos, I'll be back in a few hours. Marie is going to put you to bed. Marie, dishwasher's dirty so feel free to pile the plates in. I'll be home by ten, kids in bed by 8:30."
Maggie closed the front door behind her, and smiled as she heard her sons exuberantly start asking their babysitter to set up a Nerfgun dotted obstacle course. Maggie took small steps to ensure that her low-healed sandals didn't slide off as she walked down the front porch stairs. Not her typical footwear of choice, but this was not a typical night. In fact, Maggie had never done anything like this in her life before. She wasn't quite sure she was going to go through with it now. Shaking her head to dislodge the doubt, Maggie climbed into her sensible, kid friendly SUV and drove the ten minutes across town in silence. Absentmindedly she picked at the waistband of her skirt. It was a bit tighter at the waist than she remembered. She sighed.
"Two kids and approaching forty will do that," she mumbled to herself.
Still, the skirt nicely showcased her freshly shaven legs, and the pale cleavage barely peeping out of the V-neck of her summery blouse was likely sufficient distraction from her middle. She felt sexy. Not "23 with no stretch marks, turn heads, crop top, itty bitty waist" sexy. She felt confidently sexy. Sexy like a woman who knew what she wanted, had 20 years of experience learning to enjoy her body, could instruct a partner in how to make her cum, and was about to engage in her first clandestine hook up.
Once in the parking lot of her destination, Maggie flipped down the visor of her car, quickly checking to see if her berry lipstick had remained in place on the drive over. One hand reached up to fluff her wavy brown hair as she felt a thrill of excitement loop-de-loop in her stomach. Snapping the visor shut, Maggie took a deep breath to calm her nerves and slid out of the car. She gently tugged down her white skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles, before locking the car behind her. The beep beep of her car locking in the dark parking lot caused Maggie to look around cautiously to see if she was alone. There was only one other car and she knew who belonged to that black Mazda. Quickly Maggie began walking towards the door to the three-story commercial building, shivering as the night breeze slipped around her bare legs.
Once in the lobby, Maggie faced a choice. Climb the three flights of stairs and reach her destination quickly and with heart pounding or take the ancient elevator and prolong the suspense. With a quick exhale Maggie hit the button for the elevator. She pushed the button for the third floor and admired her freshly shaped and painted pale pink nails. A quick image of her fingers wrapped around a penis caused Maggie's pussy lips to begin swelling in anticipation. As the elevator clicked past the second floor, she gave her left nipple a pull with her manicured thumb and index finger. This elevator was taking forever. Biting her lower lip, Maggie glanced around as if remembering she was in public. The elevator quietly dinged as it reached the third floor. Maggie shifted her weight from one foot to another before exiting, appreciating how her thong slipped against her pussy's wet heat.
Standing outside the door that read Dental Care Center, Maggie smiled to herself. Most people were not nearly as excited as she was to visit the dentist. Maggie slipped off her sandals, setting them outside the door. She knew she needed to be as silent as possible from here on out; he did not know she was coming. Treading lightly through the waiting room, dark except for the emergency lights, Maggie wondered how Dr. Winn would react to her showing up unexpectedly. Maggie's lubricating labia betrayed her hopes. Softly Maggie eased the waiting room door open, purposefully allowing her nipples to brush against the door's edge as she eased it past. Shivering from the contact, she peered around the door and towards Dr. Winn's office. His door was half open, throwing a triangle of light into the hallway. Automatically looking to her left to ensure there were no hygienists working late, Maggie began to slowly feel her way down the dimly lit hallway. She trailed the pads of her fingers against the wall, enjoying the sensation of the textured wallpaper. When she was within two feet of his door, Maggie paused, suddenly nervous. What if this was a terrible idea? What if Dr. Winn would think she was delusional for trying to seduce him in his office? Her desire quickly overrode any hesitation and Maggie stepped up to the doorframe. For a brief moment, Dr. Winn didn't notice her presence. Peering solemnly at his computer, he seemed to be finishing up some paperwork. Maggie saw the slight furrow in his brow and noticed how quickly and deftly his fingers moved across the keyboard. This man was so skilled with his hands. Maggie's pussy clenched as she imagined those fingers dexterously urging her towards orgasm.
"Dr. Winn," Maggie breathed out. Startled, he looked up. His eyes, so brown they were almost black, flashed with surprise as he realized who was in his office doorway. Without looking away from her, Dr. Winn closed his laptop and slid it into the right hand desk drawer, turning the key that was in the keyhole.
"Maggie." Dr. Winn's voice was warm and inviting. "What are you doing here?"
"I..." suddenly unsure Maggie briefly considered running. She took two barefoot steps into his office and closed the door behind her. "I had to see you."
"Are you ok? Where are the...?"
Before he could finish his thought, Maggie strode towards Dr. Winn, not breaking eye contact. She adjusted his office chair so that he was facing her, eye level with her navel. She bent down until she was inches from his face, her skirt riding up her behind.
"I needed to see you."
A slow smile spread across Dr. Winn's face as recognition of what was happening dawned. His eyes crinkled in the corners as his cheeks pulled into a smile. Maggie's gaze searched his face as she ran her left index finger down his smooth check, along the jaw, and towards his collar bone. He had a square face, plump lips, and the white, straight teeth of a man who spent his life caring about oral hygiene. She pushed aside blue scrub material so that she could trace his collar bone lightly with her nail. Scrubs were probably not most people's idea of seductive attire, but Maggie loved them. Soft and made without much structure, they could reveal everything. Maggie imagined pressing herself against Dr. Winn and easily feeling his erection through the soft scrub pants.
As Maggie's gaze traveled along Dr. Winn's face, he peered into the v of her blouse. With an exhale, Dr. Winn gazed at the two puffy white mounds edged by simple lace. He envisioned licking along the edge of Maggie's bra and pausing in the small cleft between her breasts. His cock began to awaken, his breathing getting subtly quicker and shallower.
Looking back up to meet Maggie's gaze, he eased his head towards her. Responding in kind, Maggie brushed her lips against his, moving from left to right and back again. For now, she was in control and she enjoyed making them both wait. She had been planning this for two weeks, and she intended to enjoy every second. Leaning back in, Maggie pressed her lips against Dr. Winn's, feeling the pressure of his lips against hers. He began parting his lips, but Maggie refused to open her mouth and allow the kiss to deepen. She moved her lips from his mouth to his jawline, pressing small kisses up towards his ears. She lightly blew into his ear before lathing the earlobe with her tongue. Dr. Winn shifted in the office chair, giving his cock more room to swell as Maggie's lips traveled along his opposite jaw line.
