The first day of my work experience at a dental office. I am nervous, of course, but there is something else in the air - a tangible energy that makes my heart race and my palms sweat.
Perhaps it is the anticipation of meeting the attractive dentist who would be my supervisor for the next two weeks.
Her name is Dr. Emily Robinson. As I take my seat in the waiting room, I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of being in such close quarters with her.
Dr. Emily is tall, with long, flowing auburn hair that cascades down her back. Her figure is voluptuous, and she seems to carry herself with an air of confidence that is both alluring and intimidating.
She wears a crisp white coat over a black blouse, accentuating her curves in all the right places. Her skin is flawless, and her green eyes sparkle with intelligence as she greets each patient with a warm, reassuring smile.
When she finally turns to me and introduces herself, my heart skips a beat.
"Hello, Jack. I'm Dr. Emily Robinson. I understand you'll be working with me for the next two weeks. I'm sure you're going to learn a lot. Is there anything you'd like to ask me before we get started?"
Her voice is soft and melodic, with just a hint of an accent that I can't quite place.
I clear my throat, trying to sound confident.
"Um, no, I think I'm good. Just tell me what I need to do."
She smiles reassuringly, her emerald eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Well, first off, you'll want to familiarise yourself with the equipment in the back. Then, you'll help me prepare the room for patients, sterilise instruments, and assist me as needed during procedures. Don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions."
As I follow her into the back room, I can't help but feel a mixture of awe and nervousness. The room is filled with an array of high-tech equipment that I had only seen in movies.
Dr. Emily expertly navigates between the chairs, cabinets, and countertops, her movements fluid and confident. She seems to know exactly where everything is, and how to use it.
I watch in fascination as she begins prepping a room for a patient. She uses a small brush to clean the countertops, paying special attention to the corners and crevices
Then, she sanitises the chair and trays, making sure that everything is spotless. Next, she checks the equipment, ensuring that it was all functioning properly.
Throughout this process, she maintains a calm and reassuring demeanour, always with a smile on her face.
Towards the end of the day, she asks me how my teeth were feeling. I tell her that I'd been meaning to get them checked out, but hadn't had the time or money to do so.
"That's too bad," she says, her voice tinged with concern.
"Your teeth are an important part of your health. If you're ever interested in a free examination, just let me know.”
“As for now, though, why don't you take a short break? It's getting late, and I need to close up shop anyway. You can help me by washing your hands and putting away any of the equipment you've been using."
I nod, feeling grateful for her understanding and generosity.
I can't help but steal glances at her as she moves around the room, gathering her things. Her movements are so graceful and confident.
She tells me to sit in the dental chair and start examining my mouth.
"Okay, Jack. Just open wide."
Her voice is soft and soothing, making me feel instantly at ease. I do as she asked, and she begins her examination, gently prodding and poking around in my mouth.
All of a sudden, I feel her brush up against me with her thigh. At first, I think it's just to get a better position, but she keeps making body contact.
Her touch is light and yet firm, and as she moves closer I can feel the heat emanating from her body. It's almost intoxicating.
I start getting hard as she continues. Really nervous that she is going to see it.
Her movements become more confident and purposeful, almost sensual, as she feels around my mouth.
I try to focus on her voice, the way it smooths over my anxieties like honey. She brushes against me again, this time with her hip, and I feel a sharp twinge in my groin.
I can't believe I'm getting turned on by this. It's ridiculous. I should be paying attention to what she's doing, not getting aroused.
But I can't help it. Her touch is so... intimate. So warm. So inviting. She pauses and notices my erection making a tent in my trousers. She smiles and covers it with the bib.
Then she moves behind me and from above my head she examines my lower jaw.
Her breath is warm on my neck and I can feel her breasts pressing against my head as she leans in closer.
It's becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than her body and the sensations she's causing. The gentle pressure of her chest against my back feels so good.
My erection feels like it will break out of my trousers.
"Jack," she says, "your teeth are in excellent condition. You've obviously been taking good care of them. Your lips need taking care of though.”
When the assistant leaves the room, she puts some vaseline on my lips and rubs it round in circles for a while.
It's such a simple gesture, but it feels so intimate. Her fingers linger on my lips for a moment longer than necessary, as if she's leaving a part of herself behind. I can't help but wonder, is she actually flirting with me or am I imagining this whole thing...
As she steps back around to face me, I catch a glimpse of the amused glint in her eye. She winks at me, and for a split second I feel like the room has tilted on its axis.
It's a playful, teasing wink, and it does things to my insides that I can't quite explain. Her touch lingers on my lips, and I can feel the warmth of her body even though she's no longer pressed against me.
"Well, Jack, it's getting late. I'm going to have to send you on your way. But before I do, I just want to say that you have very nice lips. They're well taken care of, and I'm sure they'll serve you well."
Her words are soft and gentle, but there's an undercurrent of flirtation that I can't help but pick up on. I'm not sure how to react, so I just nod and smile sheepishly.
A few days later we are working together again.
"Good morning, Jack," she says, smiling brightly as she enters the room.
"I hope you're having a great day."
Her voice is like honey, smooth and sweet, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
I can't help but glance at her once more, taking in the way her curves are emphasised by her conservative work attire.
It's not that she's trying to be sexy; she's just naturally alluring. Her figure is perfect, her posture impeccable. Even the way she walks seems to say "I'm confident and in control."
As she approaches my desk, I steel myself for whatever task she might have in store for me today. But when she leans over, smiling warmly, I realise that my mind was wandering a bit too far off-course.
Her scent fills my nostrils, a delicate floral fragrance that is both subtle and enticing. She bends over right in front of me to reach something on the bottom shelf of the office.
Was she doing it on purpose so I watched her gorgeous ass press against her skirt? I stare, and can not look away. She catches me looking and smiles.
"Good morning, Jack," she says again, her voice low and soft. "I hope you're well."
Her hair falls across her face as she tilts her head, revealing the slightest hint of a blush. It's as if she knows what I was thinking about when I saw her bending over earlier.
I feel a flutter in my stomach, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. I try to focus on what she's saying, but it's difficult with her so close.
"I trust you'll do a great job today, Jack," she says, her voice low and sultry.
"And if you need any help or guidance, don't hesitate to ask."
Her hand rests on my shoulder for a moment longer than necessary, her touch sending a wave of heat through my body.
As she pulls away, I can't help but notice the mischievous glint in her eye. She's definitely flirting with me, but in such a subtle way that it's almost like a game.
I feel both excited and nervous, like I'm on the edge of something new and unexpected.
The rest of the day passes by in a blur of work-related tasks. Emily is always there, watching me, her gaze lingering on my lips longer than necessary.
I catch her smiling to herself on occasion, as if she's remembering something private. It only serves to heighten the tension between us, making every moment feel charged with electricity.
As the sun begins to set, she finally asks me to join her in her office. My heart races as I follow her down the hallway, my mind spinning with possibilities.
When we enter the room, she closes the door behind us, locking us in together.
She walks around her desk, moving with a confidence that is both alluring and intimidating. She takes a seat, crossing her legs and folding her hands on the desk.
Her eyes meet mine, unwavering, as she speaks.
"Jack," she begins, her voice soft and steady.
"I want to be honest with you about something."
She pauses, taking a deep breath.
"I have a... fetish. Your lips...I enjoy dominating during... certain intimate moments."
Her cheeks flush slightly, but she maintains eye contact.
"I've noticed that you're looking at me all the time, and... well, I thought maybe you'd be interested."
My heart races as I process her words. Dominating? Younger men? Intimate moments? Emily?
It's like a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
On one hand, I'm flattered and aroused by her confession. On the other, I'm unsure if this is something I should be involved in. After all, she's my boss.
But the look in her eyes, the way she's leaning forward on her desk, makes it clear that she's serious. And despite my reservations, I can't deny the intense desire that surges through me at the thought of pleasuring her in this way.
I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear.
"I'm not sure if that's appropriate, Emily. You're my boss..."
She laughs softly, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Yes, Jack, I am your boss. But you're an adult, and so am I. We both know the power dynamics here. And I think we both know that there's more to this than just our professional relationship."
Her voice drops to a husky murmur, and she leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk.
"I want you to be honest with me. Do you find this idea... appealing?"
I hesitate and ask: "What are you proposing?"
She smiles, running her fingers through her hair.
"I'm proposing that we explore this side of our relationship, Jack. I want you to pleasure me in the way that I desire. And I want you to know that I'm willing to reward you for it."
Her eyes flick down to my lips, and I can feel myself growing hard beneath my clothes.
The air between us seems charged with anticipation as she leans back in her chair, stretching out her long legs and crossing them at the ankles.
"I want you to come over here," she says, patting the space between her thighs. "And show me what you can do."
I hesitantly step forward, my heart racing as I kneel before her. She guides my hands to her hips, and I feel the warmth of her skin against my fingers.
As I slide them up her body, she arches her back, revealing the lacy black bra she's wearing beneath her blouse. I can't help but be amazed by her confidence and allure.
She says, "From now on you do exactly as I say and when I say it. Understood?"
I nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through me.
Emily leans back in her chair, revealing more of her cleavage as she does so.
"Very good," she purred. "Now, never touch me with anything other than those lips. Got it?"
I nod eagerly, feeling my heart race as I stare at her perfect breasts. Her bra is black, lacy, and sexy as hell.
Emily smirks, knowing that I'm completely entranced by her body.
"That's it, Jack," she says, her voice low and sultry.
"You can start by kissing my inner thigh." She parts her legs slightly, revealing the smooth, soft skin of her inner thigh.
I close my eyes, taking in her scent as I press my lips against her warm skin, feeling the muscles beneath her skin tense and relax.
"Show me your lips."
Emily parts her legs further, reaches down into her pussy down her skirt and slowly fingers herself whilst looking at my lips. Then she pulled her fingers out and smeared her wetness on my lips.