Lollipop For A Good Boy - Sex Stories

Lollipop For A Good Boy

He fussed with the string. What kind of idiot would design something like this! "Trouble?" Tim saw her leaning in the doorway. She wore a lab-coat that hung to her knees, but thankfully the buttons didn't go all the way down and when she re-crossed her legs, he got a glimpse of trim kneecaps. He wondered if she might be naked underneath and in a rare moment of benevolence, he forgave his girlfriend for forcing him to make the appointment. "This stupid thing," he said, hand groping. "My female patients don't complain." He smirked without spite. She was a tall woman, well over six feet, judging by the way she filled the doorway, but graceful in appearance, swan-like neck, arms, and legs. And when she moved, to breathe even, her breasts swam of their own free will beneath the soft cotton, suggesting they were governed by the whims of nature, not restricted by lace or elastic or straps. "You're cute. This should be fun!" Her smile was broad across a handsome face. She covered the distance between them and thrust out a hand. "Name's McCord ... Anna." She had a strong hand, long fingers with the nails buffed and trimmed. It was a man-to-man shake. “Any problems with dizziness? Vertigo?” “None.” “Come stand by me, close your eyes and raise your foot. If you feel yourself fall, reach for me.” Tim desperately wanted to put his hands on the woman. There was that independence of movement about her chest. He wondered what she would do if he reached out and accidentally landed a hand on ...

... her tit? No, he didn’t have the nerve, but he fell towards her. She steadied him and Tim reached, his hand landing on her shoulder blade. It was about the size of a shovel and as hard. He slid his hand along her back. He had been right, no bra. He touched her backbone, the flexing vertebrae, bones feeling like a chain of steel bearings. “Whoa!” she exclaimed, pulling Tim back to his feet. “This mean I flunked my sobriety test?” “Sure does,” she said, with a a throaty chuckle. “Better sit down.” Anna led him to her table. “Here.” She patted the end. “Hop up and swing your legs over. That’s it,” she said, adjusting her stethoscope. She listened to his heart, looked into his ears, studied the underside of his eyelids, his throat, and tapped his knees and elbows. She worked quickly and efficiently, only pausing to jot notes. “Ok, now the real work!” She snapped her clipboard. “You ready?” “Yes,” he said, and was horrified when his voice cracked. “You're nervous.” “I guess,” Tim replied. “Because I’m a woman? Some men … well, I could refer you to a male practitioner.” “It’s not that. It's just, I'm sorry, you’re kinda intimidating.” “Intimidating?” “Well, you’re so damned big.” “Big?” The eyebrows knitted. “Not fat, I mean. Christ, there's just so damn much of you. How tall are you anyway? You into sports?” She took a step closer and stooping to hold eye contact, she started laughing. It was hearty, from down deep. Her face seemed to break into fragments of light. “I’m six-foot ...