Dr. Tim was one fine professional that made all his patients feel brand new. Now many may say that a chiropractor isn’t a real doctor, but if he ever put his hands on you, you’d quickly change that statement. Dr. Timothy Lance sure did know how to make every patient feel special. I, being a bit shy, was never as talkative as the other patients, but he was always nice. He always asked how I was, and how work was going. I thought it was just small talk to be polite, until one rainy afternoon.
It was the usual Florida summer downpour. The heat of the day steamed up from the pavement below. I scurried as quickly as possible from my car to the doctor’s front door. I was used to seeing Mandy behind the desk checking in patients with a friendly smile, but today she wasn’t there. No one was. I hit the call bell twice as Dr. Tim emerged from the room behind.
“Jill, hi.”
“Dr. Tim,” I smiled cocking my head to one side in wonder.
“Where’s Mandy?”
“Out sick. Come on back; no other patients as you can see.”
The usually busy waiting room was quite deserted for a Saturday afternoon.
“I guess the rain is keeping everyone in.” I circled the counter following him into a private room.
“I guess so,” he said over his shoulder.
“Well, at least you get a break from the usual non-stop day.”
He smiled widely and nodded closing the door behind us. His smile was always a welcomed calming thing. It started with his lips but went straight to his eyes. Whatever woman he went home to at night must be the luckiest.
“How was your week?” he asked. “Figured out that perplexing puzzle from last week?”
He remembered? I was utterly surprised.
“Yeah, we did. Took some work, but we got it,” I replied as I placed my handbag on the chair near the door.
“Are you blushing Jill?” he asked as I moved toward the table.
I touched my face instinctively and bowed my head shyly.
“I guess I am.”
He rubbed his hand against the table where he wanted me to lay.
“I always just thought you were being polite by asking. Didn’t really think that you paid attention and remembered.”
He smiled that lovely smile again. I could feel my knees weaken. I laid face down on the table.
“I do. Especially you,” his voice cracked a little. “I probably shouldn’t say anything more.”
I turned my head to the side, “tell me.”
He placed his hands in the centre of my back and slowly worked his finger down my spinal column stopping to apply gentle relieving pressure when needed. His hands fell to my hips, and he quietly began to talk.
“Jill, you are a very beautiful and clearly an intelligent woman. I can’t help but be attracted to you.”
I wiggled slightly as he placed my feet where he wanted them to begin my lower back adjustment.
“I really shouldn’t be saying this. You’re my patient, and I shouldn’t be putting you in this position,” he pushed down on my butt.
“It’s fine,” I said, muffled by the face rest.
“I’m sorry.”
There was a long silence. He was not touching me, and I was afraid that he had gotten the wrong idea.
“You can turn over,” his voice was small and timid.
I turned over to meet a sad, concerned look in his eyes. He placed his hands on my neck. I slowly placed mine atop his and caressed it softly.
“Tim, I love the way you smile. Your eyes light up, and it just radiates out of you. I find it very sexy.”
His gaze changed as I slowly rose from the table to stand next to him.
“You should have said something sooner,” I uttered as I pressed my hand against his cheek.
I closed the gap between us. Tilting my head to the left, I planted a passionate kiss in the centre of his lips. It took him all of but a second to respond in kind. His lips pushed fiercely against mine as if we were battling. His large hands rested once again on my hips, this time to pull me in closer and deeper into the kiss. Lips parted, and tongues went to work swirling around each other. I had never been kissed like that before. He was sucking all the air out my lungs but filling me with desire like none other. Finally, we broke, coming up for a breath. Both our eyes were a little glossed over with need as we stared in silence. He spoke first.
“Jill…” I reached up to caress his stubbled jaw again, and he twisted his head into it.
“Jill, I-” I placed a finger on his lips to quiet him.
No one else had come into the office, and I could still hear the rain crashing against the roof tiles. This was our chance, our moment, and words would only hinder it. I stepped back and started to unbutton my top never removing my eyes from his. His gaze slowly drifted south with the undoing of each one. I tossed my top in the chair near the door. I sauntered toward him and untucked the polo he was wearing. I could feel the board that was his body beneath my palms. I let my fingertips slip under his shirt and trace along the line of his abdominal muscles. He definitely had that cut that you see on every male athlete’s body that just sent me over the edge. He raised his arms, as I pushed the polo up over his head. It joined my blouse in the chair. Now I had the full view, and boy was he a sight to behold. I could only imagine what was inside those jeans.
My lips met his bare skin. I started just above his navel and kissed my way up those gorgeous abs. I stopped at his nipples and lightly flicked them my tongue. Tim released a low growl and started to unzip my shorts. I nibbled on the right as my fingers rubbed against the left. He pulled me in closer; we looked like a chocolate and vanilla swirl. Suddenly he lifted me from my feet, toes dangling just above the ground so that our lips could meet. It was hot yet gentle. His hands slid beneath my ass and lifted me higher. I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. I could feel his manhood stand stiffly between us screaming to be released.
He walked us to the table, and place me down unwrapping my legs. Bending his 6’ 3” frame over, he started to kiss my neck and unclasp my bra. Before I knew it the lace covering was on the floor, and his mouth enveloped my nipple. He tugged hard and massaged gently with his tongue. The push and pull of it had me arching my back and panting. I was ready for him.
“I need you,” I whispered into his ear.
He released his grip, and swiftly removed his pants. I wiggled out of my panties, and they joined the bra on the floor. My butt hung slightly off the edge of the table when he delicately entered me. There was a surge of heat and pain. I relaxed back with both my legs on his broad shoulders. Tim dug deep into me, thrusting with full force. He sunk his fingers into my body and he pounded his into mine. His eyes turned an icy blue, and he pushed harder. I felt like I was about to lose it right there; just crumble beneath him.
He must have felt it too as he whispered, “Not yet”. He slowed down and pulled out.
He started to kiss my legs, starting at the ankle. He slowly worked his way down to my thigh where he bit on them a little. My fingers instinctively began to run through his soft blonde mane. Tim planted sweet little kisses around the lips; then, dove straight in. His tongue flicked lightly against my clit causing my body to bow again. He sucked on it as my hands pushed his face deeper into me. I couldn’t help it; my body craved his. Whatever it was that he did with his tongue next made me erupt into his mouth. I could feel the warm liquid running down cheeks of my ass, but he didn’t stop. He sucked in even harder as if it had turned him on. Tim then put his fingers into action. He slid them in and out furiously whilst he lapped at my clit like a thirsty dog. Soon enough I could feel myself about to break beneath him.
“Tim,” I panted. He moaned against me, and it was over. My body went into convulsions, and I became louder. I screamed, and he kept going. Orgasm after orgasm washed over me. He had the touch. Finally, he pulled away from me, my body still in fits, and I was still moaning. There it was again, that smile, but this time a little covered in me. No man had ever worked me over as good as he had, and it wasn’t over yet.
“Jill,” he said, his voice low and needing.
Our eyes connected, and I knew what he wanted. I turned over, laying my stomach on the table. Standing on my tippy toes, Tim slid back into me. I could feel the heat radiating from me. He rocked hard into me smashing our bodies together with so much force; my ass bounced a little. He felt so perfect inside me. I started playing games with him, making my pussy control that dick a little. His pace slowed, and his growl deepened with every thrust. I must have come three more times before I heard it.
“Damn baby, you’re gonna make me come.”
Exactly the words I had been waiting for.
“Not yet,” I replied in a sultry and seductive voice.
It was my turn to play. I let him slide all the way out of me. I turned and knelt before him. I wanted that beautiful dick inside my mouth. It looked so damn lovely. I ran my tongue slowly up and down his shaft. He tangled his hands in my hair pulling it back from my face. I held onto his thighs glided him into my mouth. I let the head hit against the soft spot at the back of my mouth. Fingers tightened in the knots. I let my head bob back and forth sucking hard every time I came to the tip. His moans grew in size and depth. I decided to put my hands to work, as I twisted them around the shaft and let my lips focus on the head. Tim slowly started to convulse in my hands.
“Oh, Jill. Fuck.”
His words were breathy and barely there. His hips thrust with the motion of my head. I sucked furiously and followed stroking him with my hands. I could feel him ready to syrup over. There was one thunderous grunt as he released his sugar into my mouth, so warm and sweet. Tim’s hands fell limp in my hair, as I released the hold my lips had on him.
I came up from my knees. He slowly bent over and kissed me squarely on the lips. His hands still ran up and down my side as he just stood there staring into my eyes. We could just both stay there for eternity. Then there it was the front desk bell. Panic flooded over both our faces, but then he smiled.
We both quickly dressed trying not to look out of sorts. I placed a hand on the knob to exit, as he walked up behind me. Tim brushed my hair to the side and planted a kiss delicately on my neck. I turned to face him and kissed him passionately on his lips.
“See you next week,” I said, a bit of playfulness in my tone.
I walked out into the waiting area without another word from him. Mrs. Marsh was at the desk. I wondered how long she had been out there if she had heard anything. I just smiled and kept walking. As I stepped back onto the pavement, the rain smelt heavenly, and I wasn’t at all worried about getting wet.
©2015 – V. A. Coote