Appointment # 8

In a moment of absent mindedness, Emma picked a romper from her closet when getting dressed. She did not realize the implications it would have until she was about to leave her apartment. She paused to think about it, and then decided it might work in her favor.

When LT arrived she was still fully dressed, sitting on the chair instead of the table. It caught him off guard.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to let you change.”

“No worries.” Emma said quickly. “You can stay.”

She stood, slid off her shoes, and began undoing the buttons on the front. She faced him, maintaining eye contact as her hands worked the front open.

“Silly me.” Emma confessed. “The weather was nice and I picked this romper to wear today. I forgot about the appointment.”

LT nodded silently, not sure of the right way to discuss outfit selection with a patient, or if he even should. Given her past behavior, he did not entirely believe the “forgot about the appointment“ story.

Emma slid the upper part off her shoulders and lowered the garment down to her hips. Then she pushed it down until it was free to fall. She stepped out of the leg holes, and draped it over the back of the chair.

When LT finally realized that the romper was all one piece, he froze briefly. Emma was now just standing there in her bra and panties.

LT gestured to a cabinet. “I can get you a gown.” He offered.

Emma was quick to respond. “Oh. No. I don’t need it.” She said. “Privacy is not a big concern here, is it?” It was a rhetorical question. She was not going this far just to be guilted into hiding under a pathetic gown.

Next she hooked her thumbs into the waist band at her hips and slid her panties down. She dropped them casually on top of the romper. She stood in front LT wearing only a bra. It was a light green bra, nothing too fancy. The edges were a simple lace, but the cups were a very translucent mesh, clearly showing her areolas and squished nipples inside. She smiled at him, proud of her little performance, and then hopped up onto the table for the usual questions.

While LT was removing the first four hairs from the front, Emma reacted as expected. The guttural moans and pelvis rolling against his hand helped her build her naughty energy. These sessions with LT were arousing her more and more each time, and she couldn’t tell if it was the physical touch and exposure that were turning her on, or her active imagination searching desperately for a fantasy fulfillment.

When it was time for the stirrups she slid down extra far like last time. Emma had come to love the way it pushed her feet and legs so far up. Being folded up like this made it feel less like a medical position, and much more like sexual access. It also allowed her to spread her knees farther apart, letting go of all modesty. Emma wondered how often LT had sex with a woman. Even if it was a rare occurrence for him, he would certainly recognize this as the missionary position of a woman who was eager for a deep pounding.

As she thought of him fucking her, one of her hands drifted up to her breasts, and she lightly scratched her finger nails across the bra cup. Her nipple was quick to stand up, and form a peek in the mesh. When it was fully erect she was able to pinch it and pull upwards on it each time LT pulled a hair.

Her other hand was low on her tummy, her fingers just into the puff of her pubic hair. She pressed and pulled her skin making it taught. This matched the way LT was making her skin taught to the side of her labia. It also helped retracted her hood just enough so that LT’s finger tip gently touched her clit with every roll of her hips. He held his finger still, and Emma pushed her clit up against him.

It was fun touching herself this way while he was working, but she wished she was not wearing the bra. She wanted to grip her bare breast in her hand, instead of playing through the fabric.

Emma got on her hands and knees for the last four hairs. That was the basic minimum needed for LT to do his job, but Emma was no longer a basic minimum participant. She worked her way down to the extreme ass-up, head-down position that she loved so much. She remembered the horror of being in her knees from the first visit. It had been so embarrassing to be exposed back there and submissively look away. Now she relished the opportunity to show LT more than he needed. She craved the teasing, offering herself without hesitation. She loved being the temptation which LT struggled to resist.

The bra was holding her breasts, not letting them reach the table. She made a mental note to herself to come braless next time. As fun as it had been to show herself off in just a bra, she wanted more exposure. With her knees apart, she knew LT could look between her thighs and see her tits hanging down towards the table. She wanted him to see her tits, and she wanted to feel the tips of her nipples grazing the paper as they swayed back and forth. She wanted to be played with, and if LT was not going to do it, she might just have to do it herself.

When the injection needle entered her flesh she chirped “Ouch!” LT was surprised to hear this. Then she laughed and said she was just kidding.

The sting of the shot was so minor compared to hair plucking. Emma realized it actually felt interesting to have that thin metal needle inside her. It truly had to force its way in, making its own hole in her body to squeeze into. Thinking about it made her other holes ache for attention. She wished LT was driving something else into her.

Paperwork, good-byes, and the envelope of cash proceeded as usual. She headed to the bus stop to catch a bus home. She had the day off, and planned to spend a large part of it riding the fine line at the edge of an orgasm. She touched and teased herself off and on while running some errands, and then continued in more detail once she was home.

When bedtime finally arrived she was balancing on a hair trigger. She lay there, imagining LT and the hot guy teasing her. She lightly tapped her clit a few times and then took her finger away, sliding them out along her open thighs. She thought of them licking her, fucking her, treating her flesh roughly, but not letting her cum. They would test her self control, by stimulating her every way they could, without giving her exactly what she needed.

She clawed at her own breasts, pretending their hands were squeezing her, and splitting her focus all over her body. She pressed her clit and mushed it around in circles. She could tell she was about to tip. She imagined begging LT for permission to cum, while the hot guy fucked her at an ever increasing pace.

A few moments later the orgasm flooded her core and took control of her limbs. She buried her fingers deep between her labia and clamped her legs together tightly, forcing a firm pressure against all her most sensitive morsels. Her muscles spasmed over and over. They had made her cum, and they continued to fuck her, relentlessly, making the convulsions and bucking go on longer than usual.

When her arms finally relaxed and her breathing returned to normal she lay there still, wondering what LT and the hot guy would say if they knew what she was thinking. She wondered if they were thinking the same thing while they maintained their professional composure. It was exciting and freeing to know that she could do almost anything in front of them, and they would have to show tremendous restraint. And on the slim chance that one of them gave in to her advances, she would not hesitate to pull them into her dirty desires. That would be a naughty secret she would keep to herself. It would be her own special version of patient doctor confidentiality.