| A Trip to the Dentist Everybody's favorite, I know. Three years ago it wasn't mine either; then came Melanie. I entered the waiting area and Rhonda—the receptionist—greeted me. She's a very pretty girl—young woman really. She'd been there for as long as I'd been coming to that dental office (about five years). "Hi Jackie, how have you been?" I answered in my usual quip; "Be careful if you ever meet me in an airport" and then I sat down perusing the ancient magazines. I searched to find an article that wasn't overly dated when I heard my name called again. When I looked up I saw a new face—one I hadn't seen before. She was pretty, her dark hair held back in a tight bun, the surgical scrubs hugging her body like a second skin. She was not my usual hygienist. "Come with me please" she said very politely and I followed her down the short hall. There were four rooms. We entered the first on the left. I saw that there was nobody in the first on the right. "Just relax" she encouraged and I threaded myself onto the vinyl couch; with the instrument array and overhead light. Like a dutiful employee I'd scheduled the appointment for as late in the day as possible. The office closed at five and it was a quarter to when I was being ushered to the treatment chair. "Hi Jackie" my dentist extended his greetings briefly as he passed by; I really didn't have time to acknowledge them. "Hi my name's Melanie," she said as she settled on the stool next to me. "That's almost everybody gone," she said, as she donned her rubber gloves. I was thinking about what I was gonna conjure up for dinner with my eyes closed. There was roast beef from Sunday's dinner and chicken from earlier in the week, while the hygienist sorted through her implements of torture. My mind was about as un-sexually orientated as it ever could be. She looped chain behind my neck, the one that held the blue paper bib, her knuckles very gently—unintentionally—brushed my tit. Even through the burgundy silk blouse and the polyester bra my dormant nipple responded. The electric pleasure pulse that went to my pussy stood in stark contrast to the pain my hygienist was preparing to deliver. My eyes opened and surveyed the impact on my chest. It was just a little embarrassing to see how my nipple immediately stiffened and made its condition known through the layers of material. The fact that it started to tingle and send its nasty little messages to my pussy was just mean. As usual, it didn't really start in my womanhood; it was more like a tingling in my upper thighs. Her hands approached my mouth and I opened automatically. I usually closed my eyes and went on a transcendental trip to nowhere. For a few moments I kept them open, and then I felt her firm breast pressing in my shoulder. It turned up the volume on the tingle in my thighs. It also shifted the focus so that the dancing electrical charges were right between my legs now. Getting turned on while my teeth were being cleaned was new—even for me. As she chipped away at the deposits on my teeth Melanie told me that her girlfriend is a nurse, and that her name was Denise. "She's trying to get a job around here too" the hygienist told me and continued to rub her boob on my shoulder. I couldn't remember ever being aware of Stacey's boobs. Stacey was my usual dental technician. I wondered why Melanie's technique was so much different. Just then Rhonda poked her head around the corner. "Melanie I really gotta go and pick up my son from daycare." She had a sort of grimace distorting her pretty face. "They charge me an arm and a leg if I'm late." "That's OK I'll lock up" the woman seated behind me said. "Doctor Chapman doesn't like anyone to be left all alone with a patient" the pretty young woman in the doorway informed. Her face still contorted. "Well he'll never find out from me" my hygienist assured her co-worker. "Thanks Melanie ... I owe ya one." Her pretty smile was back; "I left a new appointment card on the counter for you Jackie." "Thanks" I responded. "I'll lock the door when I go out so nobody just wanders in," and then she was gone. Melanie went back to work digging and scrapping, and yes her tit was pressing on my shoulder again. I was enjoying it. She pulled one of the dispenser nozzles from the tray beside the lounge and sprayed something in my mouth. It tasted sort of minty and vaguely antiseptic. As she was replacing it in the holder the trigger was 'accidentally' activated. A stream of liquid shot out hitting the left side of my blouse around the bottom of my boob. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" the woman in the one size too small blue scrubs apologized and jumped up to retrieve some towel like material. She was patting the stain on my blouse and apologizing again. Her fingers, though the towel, was pressing into the bottom swell of my breast and the subtle tingle I had been feeling got a lot less subtle. "I don't think that stuff stains but I can't really dry it like this" she was saying as she continued to blot and press on my boob like she was completely unaware of what she was touching. "Maybe you should take it off." Our eyes met and I wondered what was going through her head. I knew what was going through mine. I was picturing the pink lace, and very see through bra I was wearing. If I took the blouse off that's what she'd be seeing. Thinking about how my dark areolas shone through the delicate floral pattern of the bra made my nipples tingle. I could feel them getting harder and sending an electric current down between my legs. I'm a lot of things, including dual-sexual, but I'm not shy. Still lying on the dental couch I started to unbutton. I was still trying to read the expression on the hygienist's face as I released each fastener. Her eyes got a lot wider as she watched my fingers work. My interpretation of her facial expression was either shock or anticipation. 'I don't know why she'd be shocked ... it was her idea' I thought as I released the last. She was standing beside the chair slightly hunched over still holding the paper towel. She really hadn't moved since she'd been blotting the liquid on my blouse. She'd suggested that I take it off but I'm pretty sure she didn't think that I'd actually do it. I had to sit up from my severely reclined position to get the burgundy top off. She moved back or we would have butted heads. When I pulled the silk down off my shoulders my breasts were naturally thrust toward her. I saw her bite her lower lip. I had looked at myself in the mirror just like this when I was dressing this morning so I had a very clear and recent image of what she was seeing in my mind. "Th ... that's such a pretty bra" she complimented but she had trouble getting the words out—as though she didn't have enough air. "Thanks" I said and handed her my top. "Maybe you can hang this somewhere so the air can get at it." She just stood there holding the blouse. Her eyes were still riveted on my chest. I've seduced more than a few women, and the expression on Melanie's face was very familiar. "The panties match" I said, "Wanna see?" I started pulling up on my conservative knee-length black skirt. The slit that went halfway up my thigh made it easier, but I still had to do a lot of wiggling to get the hem up nearly to my waist. True to my word the lacy floral pattern of the bra was duplicated in the bikinis. I'm quite sure that she couldn't have missed the Brazilian wax job that was only minimally obscured by the pink lace. "Oh shit!" she sighed and grabbed the crotch of her scrubs. "I'm gonna take that for a compliment" I said and absolutely could not resist applying three fingers to the crotch of the pink lace and doing several really quick strokes. When she saw me make the age old masturbation maneuver she groaned. "Fair's fair" I told her, lying on the dental chair in just my revealing bra and panties. "I wanna see you too." There was very little hesitation; she hoisted the blue scrub top over her head in a decisive motion. I wasn't surprised to see the grey sports bra underneath, squishing her boobs against her ribs. She just dropped her top and pulled the draw string of her pants. They were quite tight, and the hippy motion that was needed to get them over her butt sent tremors through my womanhood. The white Hanes-her-way briefs looked very congruent with the restrictive bra. She stepped out of the pants and the loose fitting shoes she'd been wearing; leaving us both essentially in our underwear. "I wanna see your tits" I encouraged, as my hands cupped under the pink lace of my bra. The elastic garment ascended over her head a second later. 'They could definitely fill a 'B' cup' I decided looking at her very firm cupcakes with their tiny quarter sized areolas. She massaged her tortured little titties with the red elastic marks all over them. When her thumbs engaged the raisin sized pegs protruding from her plump mounds she sighed again. I reached up and pulled her naked shoulders toward me. Capturing the pebbly hard nipple and areola I sucked on her tit as she followed me back down to the couch. She straddled the dental chair—and me—and sat down. Our pussies were making delicious contact and she started to rock her hips rubbing the Hanes cotton against the pink lace. I was giving her boobs a complete tongue lashing when I felt her reaching under me. Just a few very quick movements and she had released my bra. She sat up, pulling my top with her. This also caused her pubic bone to press even harder on the root of my clitoris. My mature heavy tits lolled to the outsides of my ribs now that they were deprived of their support. "Oh God Jackie ... I knew you had beautiful breasts!" My hygienist's small hands piled my overflowing tit flesh back up on top of my chest and began strumming the rubbery tips. Multiple jolts hit my clit and my hips began to twitch. She seemed to be pressing down harder with her own mons as we ground our pussies against one another. Our lips engaged and our tongues caressed each other as we continued to explore each other's chest. The squeezing and pinching and tugging played in the background as our pussies pressed together through a couple of layers of cloth. It went on for a while before I felt some kind of a switch click and I knew I had to have more. I started pulling at her underpants. There was absolutely no way I could actually get her pants off from this position but I hoped that she'd recognize my intensions and help. She broke our kiss with a wet slurpy noise and looked me in the eye. I wordlessly answered her questioning look. Melanie dismounted and pulled her briefs down and completely off. For the first time I saw her full plump vulva, bright pink and engorged under the narrow brown closely cropped fuzz of her landing strip. I never took my eyes off her pussy while I pulled my legs up to strip my pink lace knickers over my feet. She was completely naked standing beside the dental chair which was so severely reclined that my head was lower than my feet. All that remained of my clothes was the black skirt, and it was bunched up in a ball around my waist. Melanie swung her leg over me and descended. I felt her lips on my sex even before her pussy was in range. My arms automatically grabbed her hips and pulled them down. I plunged my tongue between her mushy slick lips and started licking her with all of my body's the pent—up ferocity. Her tongue circled and flicked my inner lips before she sucked the majority of my vulva into her mouth. I felt the intense heat rising from somewhere around my knees and I knew I was gonna cum. Stirring through her slippery folds, I located the firm little organ at the top and sucked it as hard as I could. I held on tight as her hips bucked and squirmed. The next thing I knew we were both moaning and groaning into each other's crotch as the waves of ecstasy left us quivering and shuddering. It was a pretty long appointment—for just a cleaning. Mel finished her work on my teeth—naked. Her pebble hard little nipple on my shoulder almost had me going again before she finished. My blouse was pretty well dry when I put it back on. We kissed tenderly beside the dental chair, "I may need to have a little touch-up before my next appointment" I said to the naked hygienist. "Gimme a call anytime" Melanie smiled. I stroked her disheveled bun and smiled too. By the time I was in the car I'd decided on the chicken. I knew Jack would be home by now and hungry 'Better hurry' I thought. |