TANNER

I don’t think there’s a word – at least not in any language I know – that could even come close to expressing how transcendentally amazing our night together was. We’d chosen to come back to my place, for the very practical reason that it was closer and, as it was, we weren’t sure we’d even make it out of the car. It started raining on the way back and our mad dash to the front door left us drenched and breathless. Cece had taken off her high heels to run inside, and she was laughing like a little kid as I closed the door and moved to turn on some lights.

“Tanner ...” I felt her wet hand touch mine just as it made contact with the panel. She was still breathing heavily from running and laughing. I turned to look at her and we held each other’s gaze in charged silence. Her breathing began to slow, though her glistening wet chest was still visibly rising and falling. She shook her head. “No lights,” she said, and then took my hand and walked me back to my bedroom.

It was one of the more exceptional rooms in my house because of the windows. The living room and my bedroom both sat on exterior walls and featured huge windows – nearly floor to ceiling – with gorgeous views of the city. The lights took on an almost magical shimmer given the rain, casting a sensual ambient light into the room.

“Time to undress,” she said, lowering herself onto the bed. She was still in the little black dress, but had shed her nylons and jewelry. At the edge of the bed, she leaned back on her outstretched arms and crossed her bare slender legs casually as she watched me. I was standing between her and the windows as I loosened my tie and began to unbutton my shirt.

“You want me to strip for you doc?” I asked coyly, shrugging the shirt from my shoulders.

“No, no. Slip off the tie, leave the shirt.”

I complied.

“Good. Now take off the pants,” she ordered.

Holy, hot shit.

I moved toward her and she held up her hand as if to stop me from getting any closer, but I ignored her and continued to close the distance between us. When I reached the bed I looked down at her and decided to try and throw her off balance a bit.

“Pants,” she repeated, this time with more authority.

I chuckled to myself and then pushed her back, her arms collapsing behind her as she fell flat on her back. “I don’t think so,” I said, leaning over her and reaching underneath her ass to slip off her panties. I looked down at her and licked my lips, imagining how delicious she was going to taste. “Are you ready?”

“For what?” she asked, with just a trace of her earlier edginess.

Good. I’m getting to her.

“Mmmm,” I thought for a moment, mulling it over carefully. “Whatever I want,” I said. Then I dragged her body down toward me, closer to the edge of the bed. I watched her little black dress ride up her body inch by inch, stopping just above her lovely, bare, puffy mound.

“You can’t show off these phenomenally gorgeous, shapely legs …” I said, running my hands slowly up and down her thighs and listening to her breaths coming shorter and shorter, “and not expect me to spread them open and taste you,” I said, pushing her legs slowly apart as I sank to the ground in front of her. To my surprise, she grabbed my head and pulled herself toward me even closer, until my lips landed on hers. Her scent was intoxicating, and I breathed it in deeply as I blew ever so softly directly on her sex.

“Oooohhh, Tanner,” Cece said softly, reveling in the feel of my mouth just inches from her pussy.

“Hold still,” I said. With one thumb on either side, I spread her inner labia wide, exposing her glistening vagina as another guttural, slow moan escaped her lips. “This was … s … sup … posed to b … be my exam,” she said, trying but failing to sound affronted.

“Sorry …” I moistened my lips. “I decided to go first,” I said, leaning in and taking her slowly, gently into my hot mouth. I closed my eyes and let my eager tongue explore her delicate folds, swirling my tongue in and around, dipping in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Her back arched as she grasped my head and she began a rhythmic mantra that only grew in volume and intensity as I licked and sucked. “Yes … yes … yes … yes … yes ….” Then I shifted my right thumb onto her clitoris, pressing and rubbing until she screamed, crying out with pleasure as her lower body stiffened in my hands, before collapsing like a rag doll back onto the bed.

“Oh my God, Tanner,” she said, trying every which way to get her dress off. “Get it off. Please. Now! Help me …” she cried. There was a zipper at the back, and when I had freed her from her dress, she collapsed back onto my bed naked, and began to gently stroke and massage her sensitive breasts.

“Are you going to finish what you started?” she asked breathily, watching her own fingers tease and flick her now-erect nipples. Seeing her writhing naked on my bed handling herself like that just about sent me over the edge.

I was rock hard as I watched, and a part of me just wanted her to keep going so that I could watch and jack off. “No, but it looks like you are,” I replied with a laugh. I watched as she continued to caress herself with her delicate hands, becoming more and more aroused with every stroke, and decided that was exactly what I was going to do. “Please, carry on,” I added, leaning back against my nightstand casually. I had discarded my shirt midway through our little tryst, and was now only in my boxers, which were just barely containing my growing erection.

Cece’s eyes sparkled through the relative darkness of the room, and she looked at me and smiled almost shyly. “I can, you know,” she said quietly, reaching between her legs as she looked at me and stroked her pussy with an other-worldly expression on her face. She let out a deep, satisfied sigh, her perfect breasts rising and falling. Then she let out a naughty little giggle. She was killing me.

“Keep going, but don’t come,” I said, fetching her stethoscope from her bag and crawling over to her on the bed so that I was situated above her head. From my vantage point at her head I had an unbelievable aerial view of her whole body. I watched in open-mouthed wonder as her body responded to her touch, her rapid little breaths and whimpers driving me nuts.

“Don’t stop,” I said, plugging in the stethoscope and leaning over her from above to place the diaphragm inside her left breast on her tricuspid. I could hear her heart pounding like a bass drum, faster and faster, as she spread her legs wider and stroked between them with increasing intensity. I could see her arousal mounting like a tidal wave, making it nearly impossible for her to lie still.

“Ohhhhh … my … ah … AHHH … GOD!” she screamed.

The beats were coming in such quick succession now that they were almost indistinguishable. I removed the earpieces and set the stethoscope aside just to watch her. For a long time all I could hear was the pattering of rain on the windows and Cece’s deep breaths as she came down from her orgasm, nothing more. I collapsed onto my back next to her, and was still watching her when she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me. A satisfied grin lit up her face.

“That was fun,” she said with a giggle. It made my cock twitch.

“It looked fun,” I chuckled.

Cece let out another slow, contented sigh and closed her eyes, a smile playing on her beautiful plump lips. “Tanner?”

“Hmm?” I responded dreamily.

“Are your pants still on?”

“Well, I was g …”

“Take them off,” she said calmly, her eyes still closed.

I sensed that there was a delicious scenario unfolding in her mind, and I was only too happy to oblige.

“With pleasure,” I said, wriggling out of my boxers. “Do you have anything particular in mind?”

“Oh yes. But maybe you’d be interested in doing something else. After all, I believe I owe you an orgasm or two,” she said with a smile, rising from the bed and walking into the bathroom to splash some cool water on her still-flushed face.

“I’m rarely disappointed, Cece,” I responded wryly. “Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me against the cold glass,” she said simply, looking toward the wall of windows on the other side of the room.

“At the window?!” I asked incredulously.

“Uh huh,” she said, using both hands to loosen her hair a bit. “Imagine how wonderful that would feel, the heat of our bodies up against the cold glass. Let’s go,” she said, her hair tumbling down around her shoulders.

I couldn’t believe what she was suggesting. People would be able to see us, for sure. Who knew I’d fallen in with such an exhibitionist? Good God! As if in a trance, I felt my feet carry me across the room to stand behind her at the window, my body pressed against hers and my hands placed over hers on the cold hard glass. As I breathed deeply and took in her irresistible scent, I could feel my hard cock pressing into her body.

“Oh, yesss, Tanner …” Cece mewled, pulling my hips toward her to create more friction, her body sliding slightly up and down against the glass. I moved down to palm her breasts, now cold from their exposure to the glass, her stiffening nipples erecting in my hands. She reached between my legs and handled by cock, squeezing and sliding in slow, rhythmic strokes. I closed my eyes, unable to believe this was actually happening.

“God, Cece, you’re like a drug. I can’t get enough of you.”

A moment later I heard my phone ring and I ignored it as I continued to rub deliciously against Cece’s warm body.

“Shouldn’t you …” Cece started to say breathlessly through her panting, “… answer that Tanner? Oh … ah … dear God” she cried unable to control herself.

“Let it go,” I said, reaching around to finger her, finding the wetness I was looking for and spreading it all around before plunging into her, eliciting a guttural moan from her that pushed me over the edge.

But it wouldn’t stop ringing. And ringing. And ringing. And ringing.

Opening my eyes, a panicked feeling washed over me and I felt my pulse pounding at my temples. I looked around my bedroom in confusion and then moved swiftly to pick up the phone.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello?” I said, slightly out of breath, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

“Is this Mr. Jacobs?” a young female voice asked from the other end of the line.

“That’s me, yes,” I said.

“Wonderful. I’m calling from Dr. Valero’s office to confirm a new patient appointment scheduled for 2pm this afternoon. Are you still able to make the appointment?”

“Uh huh, yes,” I said in a daze, glancing at the clock and then the calendar.

“Perfect. We just need you to arrive about 15 minutes beforehand, and be sure to bring a photo ID and your insurance card to the appointment, okay? We’ll see you this afternoon.”

Holy shit.