The Doctors Orders - Sex Stories

The Doctors Orders

... boundaries of a professional doctor-patient relationship.

Emma's beauty was, without a doubt, captivating. Her figure, graced with curves that seemed to defy gravity, exuded sensuality in every graceful movement. She had a penchant for attire that walked the fine line between daring and tasteful, just enough to turn heads and hold attention. It wasn't just her physical allure that intrigued him, though. It was her vivacious personality and those mischievous glints that occasionally danced in her brown eyes.

Even as he bit into his burger, the taste of grilled beef and cheese momentarily diverting his attention, Andrew couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. He was, first and foremost, a professional, and he held his patients' trust in the highest regard. However, the human mind, especially his, had a curious way of venturing into forbidden territories.

In the confines of his thoughts, he envisioned how her warm, sun-kissed skin might react to his touch, much like the soft bun of his burger yielded to the gentle pressure of his hands. An unmistakable arousal pulsed through him, a reminder of the desires he knew he should resist. Yet, as he reluctantly returned to the clinic, the image of Emma lingered, casting an alluring shadow over his evening.

Chapter 3

As Emma sped down the road towards her appointment, a storm of emotions raged within her. Whenever upset, she tended to turn to aggressive driving, and this particular day was no exception. She weaved in ...

... and out of traffic with a certain audacity, her car darting around others, forcing them to slam on their brakes in response to her impatience. Under her breath, she muttered curses at fellow drivers who had the misfortune of sharing the road with her.

Meanwhile, Andrew was on his way back to the office, his meal practically devoured, and the leftovers neatly packed for later. As he maneuvered his car into the parking lot, a sudden streak of recklessness zipped past him, cutting him off abruptly just before the toll gate. The unexpected jolt sent his soda cup flying, its sticky contents soaking into the leather seat. His irritation flared, and he responded with a loud and impatient honk of his horn.

The driver's audacious response took the form of a defiant middle finger aimed directly at him. Andrew seethed with frustration, his irritation mounting at the reckless driver who nearly created an accident. As anger and annoyance swirled within him, he muttered under his breath, "Someone should really teach that woman a lesson." Amid his vexation, there was an undeniable intrigue surrounding the woman who had fearlessly confronted a stranger on the road in such a brazen manner.

His rage simmered as he navigated through the parking lot, searching for a spot to park. It was during this frustrating endeavor that he caught sight of the culprit, the woman who had dared to flip him off, now pulling into a parking space. As she got out of her car he recognized the driver as Emma, ...