The Doctors Orders - Sex Stories

The Doctors Orders

... his next appointment. The discovery only added fuel to his internal fire, and as he finally parked his car, he couldn't help but plot his revenge.

Chapter 4

As Emma checked in for her appointment, her cheeks were flushed, her nerves running high from the drive. When she arrived at the clinic, it was mostly empty, with only a sign-up sheet on the front desk. She took a moment to sit down, trying to collect her breath and regain her composure.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, but what felt like an eternity, Emma's patience started to wear thin, and a faint hint of frustration began to creep in. She checked her watch impatiently, her foot tapping a staccato rhythm on the floor. As minutes passed, she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "What is the point of having an appointment if it can’t start on time?"

Just as she was on the verge of looking for someone to assist her, the doctor finally entered the waiting area. Dr. Andrew Longfellow, a man in his mid-40s, possessed an undeniable charm aided by his dark, well-groomed hair and captivating blue eyes that usually had a calming effect on his patients. Emma's response to arrival, however, was more sassy than starstruck. She shot him a sidelong glance, her tone laced with disrespect as she quipped, "I hope my punctuality isn't making you run behind schedule."

Andrew, opting for a diplomatic response, flashed a polite smile and replied, "Welcome back Emma. Sorry for the delay, there isn't much staff ...

... around; it's pretty late on a Friday,” With a joking grin he said, “Anyway, adding suspense only enhances the moment when I finally come. Let's head to my office and make sure you get what you need."

Emma rolled her eyes slightly but returned his smile, his charm breaking the tension in the room. "Thank you, Andrew," she said with a huff. She followed him as he led her to the examination room. As she walked, she couldn't help but notice that her body was gradually calming down from the stress of the day. A soothing warmth radiated throughout her, the anxiety slowly being replaced with a calming arousal that made her flesh tingle with both the relief of making it to her appointment and the satisfaction of venting her frustrations to the doctor.

Once in the examination room Emma and Andrew chatted briefly about her health. Andrew had to admit that Emma's beauty was captivating, her curves accentuated by the snug-fitting attire she had chosen for the day. Her top revealed just enough cleavage to tantalize the imagination, and the way her pants clung to her figure left little to hide. He couldn't help but appreciate the graceful lines of her body, from her ample breasts down to her shapely thighs.

"Are you ready?" He said handing her a disposable fabric robe.

As Emma changed behind the curtain, Andrew's mind raced with a mix of trepidation and desire. Was he going to do this? Her sassy behavior only hardened his conviction. How could he let her behavior go unpunished? When ...