Appointment # 9

Emma draped her overalls over the back of the chair, followed by her panties on top. She was left wearing only a loose fitting crop top. She had tested it at home, and discovered that without a bra the lower edge of her breasts were just visible below the bottom hem. When she shrugged her shoulders up, the shirt lifted and the lower arc of her areola could be seen. She hoped this would give easy flashing opportunities. But would it be enough to lure LT out of his professional shell?

She stood looking at a new information poster on the wall. She had been in this exam room so many times that even a little change in the room decor caught her attention. As she studied the anatomy diagrams of the male and female body, she let one hand drift down through her pubic hair. Her finger tips found that little crease, and she curled her middle finger down over her barely protruding nub. She pressed and wobbled herself as she studied the male figure’s penis, and the network of veins and tubes that ran through it. The delivery systems of blood, urine, and seamen originated in various places, and all winded their way to the tip of the penis. The tip was where it all focused. The shaft was there for positioning, but the tip delivered all the magic. She played with herself, imaging being filled by such a fantastic organ.

There was a knock at the door and LT entered. Her back was to him when he came in.

“Good afternoon, 28.” LT said. “Everything OK?” Usually she was sitting on the exam table when he arrived.

“Yes.” She answered. “Just admiring your new artwork.”

She stopped rubbing her clit, but she kept her fingers there, just lightly pressing. She wasn’t sure if masturbating in front of LT would be considered too much, but she should be able to hold her hand there, as if covering herself. She gathered her nerves and turned around.

“Your new poster has a lot of… detail.” She said, making small talk while turning to face to him.

“Yes,… I guess it does.” LT replied, trying to sound casual while obviously taking in Emma’s appearance. She watched his eyes move up and down, from her face, to the exposed underside of her breasts, and down to her hand locked in place over her bush, her fingers disappearing out of view.

She stood still,silently, putting the pressure on LT to keep the conversation going.

“Well, let's start with the usual questions.” LT said, trying to get his concentration back on task.

Emma gently pressed and wiggled her finger tip against her clit as LT went down the list of questions. She thought she was getting away with it, or at least he was not indicating that he noticed. It was very exciting to be stimulating herself in front of him. Sort of half way between a secret and an exposed confession.

When the questions were over it was time to begin the procedure. While LT got his gloves and tweezers ready, Emma hopped up on the table, placed her hands behind her on the crinkly paper, and leaned back. Slouching like this caused her shoulders to move up, and lift her shirt. Without looking she could feel the hem of her crop top slide up, catch on her nipples, and then pop up over them. Pretending not to notice, she waited, watching LT get ready. Finally he turned to her and she saw what she had been hoping to see. His eyes darted down to her exposed nipples, and then back up to her face. The charge of arousal she experienced from this brief visual attention suprised her. The exposure was turning her on.

Emma swung one leg up first onto the table, paused briefly in an open position, and then lifted up the other leg. She adjusted herself on the paper and stretched out flat on the table. The crop top performed spectacularly. Without any assistance from her, it rode up on her chest, revealing her full areolas plus a little more. She smoothed her hands over her tummy, exploring the space from pubic hair to rib cage. She stared up at the ceiling, imagining LT gazing at her bare naked features.

When LT began pulling the first hair she responded by clenching one hand, digging her fingers into her tummy. She slid the other hand up, across her chest, and gripped her breast. She grunted seductively as the hair popped free. When LT returned for the second hair Emma adjusted the hand on her breast, from a full open palm grip, to more of a clenched fist, trapping her nipple between her first finger and thumb. As LT pulled the hair, Emma pulled her nipple. She squeezed the sensitive nub, matching the sting from the tweezers. When the hair finally broke free she pulled her grip up off the tip of her nipple, adding that extra little shot of intensity as the tip of her nipple inverted from the pressure and rolled out from between her fingers. She was working with him now, helping to accentuate the pain, the excitement, and to boost her arousal.

She alternated nipples for the next two hairs. Bringing a fresh sensation to those pleasure centers each time LT pulled another sample. Emma didn’t have to look. She knew he was watching her. How could he not? She was naked from tits to toes, playing with her nipples, and moaning each time he ripped a hair from her body. The rolling of her pelvis was just the icing on the cake.

When it was time to switch to the stirrups, Emma scooted down in her usual over achieving way. As she got into position she could tell her labia were wet. Rubbing herself before LT arrived had given her body a head start. She could now feel the slippery, slick condition of her opening and folds as she moved her feet into the rests, and spread her thighs wide. She returned one hand to her breast and the other to her lower tummy. She continued gripping her own body as LT prepared to select the next hair.

Emma was enjoying tweaking her own nipples in sync with the hair plucking, but she wanted more. Without much thinking about it, she slid the hand from her tummy down through her pubic hair, and let her finger tips come to a stop on top of LT’s finger tips. She pressed his glove wrapped fingers down against her clit and held them there.

LT froze, uncertain of how to handle this. Usually a patient reaching out and touching a medical professional’s hand during a procedure meant the patient was in pain, or extreme discomfort, and wanted the procedure to stop or pause. LT was not getting any other indications of this nature. In fact, the patient was displaying quite the opposite attitude. After a moment he spoke.

“Are you OK?” He inquired hesitantly.

“Yesss.” Emma answered in a breathy whisper. She maintained pressure against his fingers, signaling she did not want him to remove his hand.

“Shall we continue?” He asked.

She pressed down a little extra, causing his fingers to push against her clit and bury into her soft flesh.

“Yes, please.” She quietly responded, with barely any air behind the words.

LT resumed the procedure, but moved much slower. He was hyper aware of his open hand, the placement of his finger tips, and the way she was holding him in place. He made sure any movements of that hand were caused by her, and not of his own doing. He was trying to remain neutral in what had become a very personal arrangement.

As he pulled at the first hair, Emma pressed his fingers into her, digging him in around her clit, and exciting the underlying tissues. She gripped her nipple with the other hand and squeezed. As the pain from the plucking ran up the scale, she chased it with more pressure at her breast and her clit.

When the hair came free she let out a pent up moan and relaxed her hands. She didn’t let him go, but allowed the pressure to reset in preparation for the next. LT placed the hair in the container and returned for the second one. As usual, the second hair was lower, and felt more sensitive, more connected to her sex, and extremely private. LT kept his hand over her vulva still, while the hair in the tweezer began to rise. Emma dug in, squeezed, and ran up the scale with excitement.

“AHhhhhhh.” She squealed as all the sensations peaked in unison.

Emma was enjoying herself very much. She had found a way to stimulate herself in front of him, using him, and working with the pain. Was it still pain? Was it a sting? Was it just an intensity that amplified her other feelings? Whatever it was, it felt great, and she wanted more.

When it was time to move to the other side, LT usually lifted his hand and smoothed the hair in the other direction. Emma now held his fingers tight to her body, forcing him to adjust his routine. He lifted his palm, reset it towards the other side, and placed it down sliding ever so slightly. Emma felt it, and she assumed he did too. His finger tips moved sideways just enough that her clit ducked under and popped back up between his next two fingers. It gave her a little jolt, but more importantly, it gave her the physical memory of him rubbing across her clit. She thought about him rubbing her clit continuously as he plucked. She wondered what it would feel like to reach orgasm while he was pulling her hairs.

She continued the same pressing, pinching, and moaning during the next two hairs. She was getting close cumming. She wondered if he could tell. She wondered if he wanted to be the one to take her over the edge.

Changing positions for the last four hairs interrupted her building energy. It was frustrating to not be able to finish, but at the same time it was glorious to keep craving and searching for more sexual pleasure. She was horny hunting, and not ashamed of it.

Emma got on her knees with her legs spread for “stability.” She walked her hands down until her face pressed to the table. Her arms were outstretched on the paper. The drawback to this position was that her hands were far away from her fun places. It felt very submissive, offering up her holes to him. Unfortunately he was not working on her holes, but she knew he could see them. She flexed and relaxed her muscles back there, winking at him as he approached.

Emma used all her tricks and skills to make the last four hairs as enjoyable as possible. She moaned, rocked, and winked whenever it helped her push farther. She pretended the stinging sensations were from spankings LT were giving her as he fucked her. He would grab her hips and fuck her roughly, slapping her ass every time she started to get close to orgasm. She imagined begging him to cum inside her, and then him making her cum until she couldn’t take it any more. She couldn’t see him, but she wanted to feel him using her, filling her holes, taking her for a vigorous ride.

She returned to her senses just as the bandaid was applied. It was over, and now she had to restore herself back to the civilized patient she was supposed to be.

“I’ll be back with the paperwork in a couple minutes.” LT said as he left the room.

Emma returned to sitting on the table, and then hopped down. She was not surprised by the large wet spot she left on the paper, but this time there was also a long thin streak running from the patch to the edge of the table. She reached down and confirmed her pussy was still very wet. The creamy fluid clung to her fingers, and drew out a long dangling trail from finger tips back to the source. She wanted to play with it, but she didn’t have much time. She spread her fingers causing another web to form between them. She brought them down on the paper, creating a curving wet trail. She dabbed her fingers just above the curve, and laughed to herself. She had finger painted a smiley face on the paper next to the big wet patch.

She quickly got dressed, just in time for LT to return with the paperwork.

“Here you go.” He said, handing the paper to her. “Next week is your last appointment. It will be an extra big pay day for you.“ he said with enthusiasm.

She gave him a big smile. “I’m looking forward to it.” She said in a flirtatious tone. She glanced down at the wet smiley face she had left for him on the paper, and walked out the door.

She collected her payment and left the building. She was horny beyond belief, and kept thinking about what she would do next week to push the envelope one last time. She wanted to go home and finish herself off, but she also wanted to delay the ending, and keep building the energy. She decided to take the bus to a nearby park, and look for a secluded park bench where she could continue the self teasing. She wanted to be fully wound up by the time she got in bed that night.