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He had fantasized about his patients before. Being a good looking doctor in a small town had its privileges, after all. His favorites were the innocent ones—sweet, firm, with untouched bodies that would be oh so responsive. But his prize was Lorelai. He had been her family doctor for years. Lorelai had a shy disposition, but her face always held a sweet smile for him. She’d come to him for regular check-ups over the years, as well as the occasional injury from her various extracurriculars—tennis, gymnastics, ballet. He had seen her grow up to be a beautiful young woman. Her lips maintained their plump cupid bow shape. Her doe eyes that used to seem too large for her head retained their youthful sweetness. At just 17 now, she was petite, but beautifully toned and curvy. His various observations and glimpses of her from her visits have told him that her body was perfectly proportionate, with one blessed exception—her full, round C cup breasts, two ripe mounds jutting out enticingly, just a little too large for her slender frame. He thought her to be the ultimate holy specimen of ripe young womanhood. He often found himself dreaming of her when he fucked his wife, imagining Lorelai’s succulent tits bouncing in his face, her tight wet pussy sliding up and down his hard cock, her little gasps of pleasure, and dribbles of slick juice down his thighs as she rode him. He would grab her waist and hold her down onto his fullness, grind her and take a nipple into his mouth and flick his tongue furiously until it was erect. He imagined her moans as she would throw her head back, arching, thrusting her chest to his attention, her body craving more. Then there were times when he imagined things a little differently. He’d picture them in his examination room. He would rip her flimsy gown off, pushing her down on the table, locking her small Beylikdüzü escort body beneath him with his weight. The initial shock and then her resistance would excite him. He’d capture both hands and hold them above her head with one of his own, forcing her big young tits to stand at taut attention. Her squirming, shaking body rubbing against his; her trembling and continued struggling would set her tit flesh swaying and bouncing against him. Dr. Riley, what are you doing? she’d say, voice shaking. He’d answer by burying his face in her inviting chest, and her teenaged breasts would be so soft, so smooth, so supple as she trembled. His mouth would ravish her titties, punishing them for constantly teasing him, and he’d moan his pleasure while she whimpered in captivity. He would start to feel a warm dampness near his stomach, where her thighs met and were trapped beneath him.. she’d enjoy his actions despite her initial shock and struggle. “Doctor?” His head popped up, his receptionist’s voice calling him out of his fantasy. “Yes?” “You have one more patient today. Lorelai is in room 2,” she said, handing him a file. He thanked her and started to turn away. “Doctor?” the receptionist called out again. He turned his head back towards her, “yes?” “I just got a call from my son’s school, and I have to go pick him up. Is it ok if I left early today?” He chuckled. Dr. Riley was used to this. His receptionist’s son was a terror and his mother struggled to keep him in line. “No problem,” he responded. “I’ll close up.” And with that, he turned to room 2, to face his favorite patient. Pulling up his leather stool, he’d sat down and flipped through her paperwork. Lorelai sat, patiently, already in her paper gown. “So what seems to be the problem today? I wasn’t expecting to see you until tennis Beyoğlu escort bayan season again,” he joked lightly. Lorelai chuckled. “I had some questions,” she started. And then took a breath. She could do this. He was her doctor, a professional, and she had no one else to go to. “I…” she began. She felt a flush coming up her chest and face, embarrassment flooding her features. “I’ve been… having some episodes.” She saw him look up at her. “Episodes?” he echoed, curious. “My privates… have been wet…“ He strained to maintain no specific facial expression, his mind rushing to dirty places. “It happens a lot,” she continued, “I think there might be something wrong…” Lorelai was innocent in her questions. Her parents, despite their over-protectiveness, were distant and unavailable. She was classically sheltered. He was puzzled. Was she saying she was frequently horny? Could he get her to give him details? “Can you be more specific? Have you been experiencing a lot of discharge?” “Um… yes,” she responded, hands clasped, head down. She was embarrassed. Dr. Riley was a general practitioner and had not practiced any gynecology beyond his medical schooling. He contemplated how to handle this. He’d never touched a patient inappropriately before, and he’d never cheated on his wife. Alone in his office now, with a barely-dressed 17 year old girl, he absently wondered why Lorelai had taken the liberty of changing into a paper gown. “May I examine the area that’s bothering you?” he heard himself say. Dr. Riley watched as the girl lay back and bent her knees, bringing her feet up to the table. As he pulled his stool closer, Lorelai tentatively spread her knees, lifted the edge of her crinkled paper gown, and her sweet pussy was revealed to him. She was smooth like a peach, surprisingly Escort Bomonti waxed bare. His gaze glanced up at her face, unable to hide the flicker of surprise. She wore a somewhat embarrassed expression. “For swimming,” she said. “It’s easier to wax.” “Of course,” he responded, and pretended this was a routine way for him to examine his teenage patients. Lorelai knew very little about sex, but it made her feel somewhat dirty for this older man to know she waxed her pubic area. She felt his warm gentle hands on the edge of her inner thigh, and she clenched reflexively. “Relax,” he said. “Everything looks fine. You’re probably just more sensitive here without the hair.” She thought she felt him stroke her bare skin just slightly and asked herself if his last comment seemed a bit inappropriate. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Touching her like this. He realized that in his daze, he never bothered to put on gloves, and was now feeling her smooth skin directly. He was glad that she didn’t comment on it. He contemplated the pink lips of her inner labia and had wicked thoughts of sucking on them. He swallowed, and said in a somewhat strained voice, “I’m going to use my fingers to examine your labia now.” Oh god, she thought. And felt a sudden warm rush from inside. God no, not now. He gently opened her lips with fingers on either side, and then saw her sudden slickness coming out. She’s wet. Is this turning her on? Maybe she likes me touching her. Maybe she likes me watching her. Either would be too good to be true. “Um… “ she hesitated, lifting her head up a bit to peer at him. He decided to err on the side of safety and reassure her in a gentle professional manner. “It’s ok, Lorelai. Your body is just having a perfectly healthy response to stimulation. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” Her cheeks flushed a bit more, and her determination faltered a bit, her eyes sliding a bit to his left, to the wall behind him. ”This happens all the time.” “Can you tell me when it happens?” His eyes were still on her, but his fingers have moved a bit. Was he stroking her, she thought? No, your crazy brain is just playing with you.