Is there anyone in the entire world who LIKES to go to the dentist? I sincerely doubt it. I mean, who wants to go sit in a chair while someone stuffs their fingers and metal tools in their mouth to intentionally do things that will cause them pain? Not me for damn sure! If that wasn't bad enough the lady that cleaned my teeth was a surly bad-tempered woman who probably went home at the end of the night and threw sharp instruments at her husband for fun. Well, at least that's the way I envisioned the dental hygienist that my dentist had cleaning my teeth for the last who knows how many years. I was glad when she finally retired.
Her replacement, Mandy, was a breath of fresh air. Thirty-something , long blond hair, though it was always up in some kind of bun on the back of her head. She had a pleasant face to look at, which was nice since that's the thing you see most during the half hour you lay in her chair. She was well endowed above and well-proportioned everywhere else, though it was hard to tell exactly how well under the almost knee length smock. Yes, she was definitely a breath of fresh air, which I always commented to her when I showed up for my three month cleanings. It used to be six months until I had to have some rather expensive surgery to resolve a problem, now it was every three months.
The other thing I liked about Mandy was that she always seemed to have an appointment open for me at the end of the day so I didn't have to take a bunch of time off of work. I frequently thanked her for it and generally spent a few minutes after she was done in my mouth just chatting with her. Okay, so it was more like flirting with her, but I was pretty sure that she knew I was just being friendly. Pretty sure, that is, until my last visit when she seemed to press her thirty eight D's into the side of my face or arm at every opportunity while she worked. How did I know they were thirty eight D's? That's easy. She told me, right after I complimented how nicely they filled out her lab coat. I probably shouldn't have, but then after having them brushing my cheek for half an hour I couldn't help the bulge in my pants and the load of hormones that even a fifty five year old can't ignore, running through my veins.
I showed up for my three month appointment at what had become my usual time, ten minutes to five. I often wondered if it bothered her that she had to be the last one gone with me there so late, but then she hadn't ever seemed to mind. She'd clean my teeth and then we'd chat for a few minutes while she went around and turned off lights, computers and other equipment, finally walking her to her car, since it was dark by the time we were done. As usual she settled me into the chair only a few minutes before the receptionist left for the day. The dentist came in and took a quick look around inside my mouth, checking for cavities and other anomalies before declaring my mouth in good shape and leaving for the day himself. That left only Mandy and myself in the office as she started working on my teeth with the little steel tools, as usual, her chattering away with me grunting occasional responses.
"So it's been a pretty good day for me. Lots of patients. Makes the day go really fast, ya know? Whew. It's been hot in here all day. Let me go check the thermostat. I'll be right back," she said before getting up and pulling the rubber gloves off. She disappeared out of the room and came back two or three minutes later. "Now where were we?" she asked sweetly as she settled on her little stool and pulled a fresh pair of latex gloves on.
She started working the steel picks around my teeth, cleaning off any tartar she found as she scraped around them and the gum line. "So I went to the lake this weekend with some friends. Do you like going to the lake?" she asked as she leaned against my face with her breast again.
"Uh huh," I answered with my mouth held open by her probing fingers and tools.
"I haven't been in years. I didn't realize how much I missed it," she said as she shifted again, her breast sliding down my cheek a bit farther as she leaned to look into my mouth better. "I usually wear a one piece swim suit because my boobs are so big , but I bought this new bikini. It was such a small little thing, but I wanted to get a nice tan," she continued, twisting slightly. As she leaned a little more away from my face toward my feet, I couldn't help but notice that the second button down on her coat wasn't done, the material gapping away from her body as she moved.
"So anyway. I wore this tiny little bikini and my tits practically fell out of it every time I bent over. Sometimes they did fall out. Jimmy, that's my friend's husband, well, it seemed like he couldn't keep his eyes off of em. He was staring at them every time they popped out. I bet you'd look too, wouldn't you? It seems like you like boobs. Are you a boob man? Yeah. I know you are. You get such a nice bulge down there when I'm working on you. Yeah, I can tell you're a boob man. Jimmy is too. God he had such a big hardon when I was wearing that suit. I bet you would too. Now Randy, my other friend's boyfriend , he said they were just too big. Do you think my boobs are too big?" she asked.
"Uh uh." I answered, extremely turned on by her monologue.
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that. You seem like the kind of guy that can really appreciate a nice set of boobs." she said as she scraped around the back of one of my lower molars. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Uh huh." I answered, still not able to close my mouth.
"Would you like to see em? I mean, just between you and me of course. I'd hate to have it get out that I was flashing my boobs around. But since you are a boob man, and well, I kinda think you're hot, for an older guy. You wouldn't tell if I let you see them would you?"
"Uh uh," I grunted, not quite believing what my eyes had seen in the gap of her coat or the suggestion that she would flash me her tits.
"Good," she said, pulling her hands from my mouth. "You gotta promise though. This is just between you and me."
"Um. Yeah. Sure," I answered, not quite sure what she was going to do.
She set down the dental pick and pushed the little rolling stool she sat on back from the side of the reclined dental chair and undid the top button of her smock and then the button below the one that was already open. She wiggled her shoulders and worked the white lab coat off her shoulders, letting it slide down and off her arms, leaving her completely naked above the waist.
Her tits were not just big, but absolutely massive looking. While she said they were a thirty eight D , there was no doubt in my mind that they were actually closer to a double or triple D. Each large breast hung down her front, forming into a teardrop, her large, almost coffee cup sized areola was a darker brown than her slightly tanned and slightly sunburned breast. Her nipples protruded at least half an inch or maybe even a bit more from the center of the dark areola, practically pointing at my face as she sat in the chair facing me.
