Anyway, all that aside, I'm seeing - not dating - this doctor. She's not a GP, but a specialist. A petite lady with a fair complexion, which is more distinct against her long, dark hair. I've seen her a couple of times and even though she's in the batch of doctors who are supposed to be rotated out, she's still the same specialist that I am seeing. No real complaints there.
I was in her room, seated down on the examination chair, as she put on her gloves and such. She started the examination and it was a tad uncomfortable. Her attending nurse was apparently not in the room to assist her. The next thing I know, the examination was over and she removed her gear and placed them on the table behind her. Casually, she just walked back towards me, stood on a platform and elevated herself before a much taller patient - me.
She started to undo my fly as she work her high-waisted knee-length skirt up, before sitting down on my lap. She had no knickers on; trim and not shaven. She whipped my key out and started rocking against me while playing with herself. Her face was straight and dead-serious all the time.
I decided no longer to be passive, so I reached forward and started to rub against her soft and wet clit. Ms Dr. didn't even flinch. We continued in that position for awhile...
Then, I woke up.
What the hell man? Why in the world am I having a dream like that involving my doctor? Why's she even in my dream in the first place? Dang! This shit is wack man! I think I need to hit more home-runs, instead of leaving it at third base. Well, yes, the doctor ain't that bad, but it's still weird having such a dream. I hope my appointment with her in the coming month won't see me running those images through my head as I converse with her.
