The next morning, Taylor got to work, drank his coffee, and proceeded to pull his phone out of his pocket to check his socials. With his phone in his hand, he recalled, “I need to make that appointment.” He checked his phone for the number that he had taken down last night and called it. The very nice receptionist informed Taylor that Dr. Smith had an open appointment Tuesday morning at 10 AM. Taylor thought to himself, “That’s fine. I’ll just come to work late that day. I can go to the appointment. It shouldn’t be too long and come in afterward. I’ll only use two hours of my PTO.” Taylor confirmed that he could attend the appointment that she offered him, provided the receptionist with additional information, and terminated the call.

Monday evening, after dinner, Taylor is sitting at home and finds a basketball game to watch on TV. He pulls out his phone and notices a reminder: “Doctor’s Appointment- 10 AM.” “Good thing I set that reminder when I made the appointment,” Taylor thought to himself, “I would have completely forgotten about that.” Taylor finishes watching that game and thinks to himself, “I can sleep in for a bit tomorrow. I can watch the next game too.” Tuesday morning, Taylor does sleep a few minutes later than normal. He awakes, showers, and returns to the bedroom to dress. He thinks nothing of the impending appointment and dresses as he normally would for work, a pair of blue American Eagle boxer briefs, a pair of white ankle socks, a pair of blue jeans, a blue and gray plaid button-up, and his white Nike sneakers.

Checking the time on his phone, he notices that he still has a fair amount of time before he needs to leave. The office is only four blocks away and sits on his couch and pulls out his phone. He recalls the girl he met at the bar Saturday night when he went out with his friends and how they teased him until he went over and talked to her, so they chatted for a bit. He sat there trying to think of her name for a few seconds, then remembered. He quickly found her social media sites and began looking at her pictures.

She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and voluptuous breasts. Everything about her was perfect. He then found her pictures from her trip to the beach this past summer with her friends. Pictures of her and her four friends all in their string bikinis. Tons of pictures of these beautiful girls with practically nothing on. Taylor starts to feel a stir in his pants. He then begins to massage his rising bulge. “It’s been months since I’ve had sex. Hell, it’s been two weeks since I jerked off last,” Taylor thought to himself. He continues scrolling through the pictures and rubbing himself. After a few minutes, Taylor looked down and noticed a wet spot forming in his jeans. That’s when reality set in again for him. “Shit! I need to get going. I’m going to be late.” Taylor quickly jumped up, grabbed his keys, and hurried out the door.

Arriving at the doctor’s office with only two minutes to spare, Taylor hurried inside the office. The building was rather small from the outside and noticeably the same on the inside. The waiting room was only big enough for about 5 or 6 chairs. It was only a few steps inside, and the young attractive receptionist greeted Taylor. Taylor apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m usually early for my appointments, but I lost track of time this morning.” The girl giggled. “No worries, Dr. Smith was a few minutes late this morning too. You’re Taylor, I’m assuming?” “Yes,” he replied. The beautiful young lady giggled again. “That’s my name too. Maybe we should get together sometime when we’re not both here,” the receptionist spoke in a flirtatious tone. This made Taylor blush slightly and take a few seconds to respond, “That would be nice.”

The receptionist handed Taylor a clipboard with some papers to fill out. “You can sit down and fill these out. If you’re done before Trisha comes to get you, you can bring them back up to me. Otherwise, you can hand them to her.” Taylor sat and began filling in the forms, which didn’t take him very long. He was a healthy guy with no medical problems and didn’t take any medicines. He had rarely had anything other than a common cold. Taylor stood, walked over to the reception counter again, and handed the clipboard in. About that time, the side door opened, and there stood a tall, young brunette. “Taylor?” The young brunette queried. “Yes,” Taylor responded. The receptionist spoke up, “Trisha, here is this cutie’s paperwork,” as she stretched across the counter, handing the clipboard across, exposing more of her cleavage as Taylor still had his eyes on the girl. This got Taylor’s mind racing. As he turned to follow the young brunette into the interior office, Taylor thought to himself, “Did she just call me a cutie?” while he still had the image of her exposed cleavage in his head. Trisha disrupted the thought when she spoke as Taylor followed her down the hallway. Taylor’s eyes were now affixed on this young brunette’s large bottom in her tight scrubs.