Just what the doctor needed – Melissa’s story CH 01

I swear I had just closed my eyes for a moment.

I was so tired. Physically tired, mentally tired, tired of being tired.

I was wearing the blue panties Rachel had suggested. They were silky smooth, not the old peach cotton ones I used to wear every day. These ones were small, sporty, and sexy. She would have shuttered to know I used to buy the peach ones in packages of five. The blue ones were so sheer that every time I moved, I could feel them move delightfully against my now bare pussy.

It had taken Rachel a few weeks to convince me, but now that I kept myself shaved, I found my pussy so much more responsive to even the slightest movement.

I wasn’t sure how my life had gotten here. High College, university, and med college seemed a million years ago. Marriage, the boys, how had I become so trapped?

I suddenly realized the panties were the only thing I was wearing. The room was cool, and my nipples were extremely hard, harder than they would be from just the cool air.

I realized I wasn’t alone; there was a young man, nineteen or twenty, strong, muscular in a wiry sort of way. Somehow, he was familiar, the voice was one that I knew, but because now I had his rather large cock buried in my mouth, I found it difficult to think clearly.

I ran my lips and tongue along the length of this wonderful cock. I had no idea how big it was. Based on the scale my husband used, this one might be eight or nine inches. It was really closer to 6 or 7 inches long and maybe four inches around, but I didn’t care. In my mouth, I could feel it rubbing against my teeth, my tongue, and the insides of my cheeks.

I could feel his heart beating through the raised veins. I kissed it, licked it, ran my tongue over every inch of it, and took it deeper into my mouth than I had ever wondered efficient. Everything was so smooth and so delicious feeling. Judging from the sounds he was making I was doing a good job. I could feel his large hands holding both sides of my head running his fingers through my hair. My tongue played with his opening on the top of the circumcised cock before I took him so deep into me again that I wondered I would gag but somehow I managed not to.

With my fingers and palms, I played with his heavy balls, causing him to moan and whimper a little.

He was saying something, but I was focused so much that I only caught bits and pieces. The voice was so familiar but seemed so far away at the same time. I went down on him even further, taking one of his large heavy balls completely into my mouth and savoring just how far Rachel had brought me in exploring my sexuality.

I had known I needed to change; I knew something had to give before it became too late, and she had been the key. I smiled because I had found Rachel and her stories completely by accident.

While my mouth focused on his cock and balls, I used my hands to lightly touch and fondle his ass. I noticed that he hardly had any pubic hair as well, and I thought if all younger men kept themselves so trimmed up.

I liked it, Rachel had been right, shaved, or almost so made cocksucking so much more fun. My hands and fingers touched him so lightly but so thoroughly that I knew it was driving him crazy because of the way his body shifted and flexed. My fingers glided up and explored every part of him, but especially the space between his cheeks. With each pass, I let a finger touch his opening, each time slowly moving in a circle rimming the tight space, just teasing, and caressing it.

Before Rachel, I would never have even wondered of doing this.

It wasn’t just her though. When she opened the door, it was like oxygen to a dying fire, my desires had found their way out of their prison, and they were not going back.

His moaning and whimpering were becoming much more intense and so much louder, so much louder.

His hands grip my head a little harder and I noticed him shiver and tremble slightly.

“I’m cumming mom,” were words I barely registered before his cock explode down my throat. He had been as far inside me as he could when his hot, sticky, cum shot like a rifle bullet down my throat. So much cum, not like his father, there seemed to be gallons of the tangy fluid. One blast and he started to pull out of my mouth when a second blast sprayed the inside of my mouth and onto my lips. I could feel his knees weaken and now he held me for support something I was only happy to do. His cum was now smeared all over my face and was dripping from my mouth.

While he was cumming I hadn’t stopped licking and sucking on him. I could feel him getting smaller but by the time his cock had returned to typical size, I had cleaned up all the cum from his cock and was hungry for more.

He just looked down at me and smiled, “Mom you are such an insane cocksucker.”

That’s his face faded, and I could feel myself being shaken lightly. My brain struggled to figure out because I could still see his hands.

Now at the same time he and the room were fading, it seemed like my entire world was collapsing into a swirl of colors and sounds. As the colors changed to black, I recognized a voice, my arm was being shaken and the voice was clear, it was my receptionist, Kate.

“Melissa, Melissa, you must have been dreaming, you fell asleep, and your next patient is waiting in the reception area.

I licked my lips without realizing it, almost expecting and hoping to taste cum, and being disappointed I didn’t.

I could feel the squishiness of a wet pussy between my thighs in those blue panties, a feeling I was enjoying more and more often. I was a little worried if I could detect the faint scent of my arousal and I wondered if Kate could too.

She seemed to inhale, and I thought I could detect the slightest small smile. I tried to cover my wet crotch when I noticed my nipples poking through my scrubs. Kate just smiled a little wider at my attempts to cover their protrusions as I tried to recover from my unexpected nap. We locked eyes for a moment, and I saw the look that made me know that she knew.

Later as I examined that next patient, I found my mind drifting again and had to force myself to focus, “What was happening to me and why suddenly after all this time, I am thinking about sex so much?” That is when I finally realized that I had dreamed about sucking my nineteen-year-old son’s cock, instead of feeling what I thought I should, I could only feel that increasingly familiar wonderful electricity sensation between my legs.

My phone buzzed and by the ringtone, I knew it was a text from Rachel. She would have to wait because my patients were stacked up. I smiled though because since that incident when I took a chance and reached out to her, I had been so grateful for her acting as a guide to my rediscovery of sex and feeling sexy. I knew she was a big reason for my thoughts and daydreams about exploring my sexuality.

I closed the door as the patient left and thought again about Rachel.

I didn’t know her, we had never met, I only knew her first name, but I had read her stories and we texted, often.

She knew I had wanted something to change. She knew I needed to have something different.

I just didn’t know how to make it happen. Something did happen, something changed, Rachel happened.

I thought back to when I had read those first, second, and third stories she had written. Things did change, but not in any way that I could have imagined.

I remember how she made me feel and I felt an overwhelming need to talk to her. It was then I noticed the erotica page had a section for comments.

The way Rachel wrote some of her stories seemed like she was talking to me. Normally I would never reply to anything I read online, but this time, it seemed like I couldn’t stop myself. Part of my mind screamed at me that this was a bad idea. Despite that, I walked through the door that the website allowed.

I remember my finger hesitating over the key. I was doing the exact thing I had warned my two boys against doing ever since they had first gone online.

I pressed the “enter” key.

A cold sweat swept over my body. I closed my eyes; what had I done. I thought I had wasted the few minutes I had before I saw my next patient and more importantly exposed myself to possible embarrassment and maybe even harassment.

The rest of the day was a blur. After what seemed like a hundred patients my shift ended. Thank God Kate was awesome, after the first dozen people everyone looked the same. Exhausted I thanked her and returned to my desk to finish my daily reports. At some point, Kate said good night, I thanked her and went back to working on my reports.

I looked at the clock on the wall, 7:24, supper had long come and gone, and no message from home. When I texted, Scott, my husband of twenty years, had replied with that tone again, he had said they got tired of waiting and he had taken the boys out for supper.

I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. In my early forties, I felt like I was a hundred years old. I was still in the office three hours after I was supposed to finish. I had stayed late because I hadn’t the heart to reschedule the people who had been booked and had been waiting.

Now twenty minutes after I had last looked at the clock, I finished the last report and closed my laptop. I grabbed my gym bag and got a sandwich from the machine. I ate it in the car trying hard not to think about all the chemicals they must use to preserve it while it waited for someone to come along who was desperate enough for food to buy some from a vending machine.

When I pulled into the parking lot, it was deserted. I checked the sign and was relieved the gym will still be open for another two hours. I dragged my exhausted ass across the parking lot, past the attendant at the desk who smiled and nodded when I passed him. He looked like he was about eighteen or nineteen, maybe a little younger than my son. I did not see him stare at my ass but later he would tell me he always did.

“Hello Dr. M,” he said politely but with a veiled enthusiasm as if I was one of his high school teachers.

I smiled and said, “Hello Tommy,” and I headed down the hall to the woman’s locker room and through the door.

“Thank god,” I said to myself as I noticed the room was empty. At least tonight I won’t have to compare myself to the bubbleheaded milfs that preen and show off their perky plastic boobs and toned asses to anyone who happened to be in the locker room.

I was tired and cranky, I should have just gone home, but I needed to work out so I stood in front of a locker, almost afraid to sit down because I am afraid that I might fall asleep. Rounds at the hospital this morning seemed like a million years ago. I stripped off a blouse that my mother might have worn, and boxy navy slacks that make me look more like a man than a woman. My matching plain and boring bra and panties came off next, both of which would have made my nana proud.

“How did this happen to me?” was the thought going through my mind.

I slipped on a pair of loose shorts that I had owned since college and a tee shirt that belongs to my youngest. I dug some white socks and a pair of sneakers out of my bag and put them on.

I didn’t even look at myself when I stripped. I knew my legs need to be shaved, and my pubic hair looked more like a matt of steel wool than anything a man would be interested in exploring. Putting my hair into a ponytail, I could feel the tangles and shuttered to think how hard it would be to comb out.

My husband didn’t seem to care, and I had come very close to not caring anymore. Visiting that website and reading Rachel’s stories stirred something in me. What surprised me more than anything, a day later she messaged me back. We texted a little, both very cautious. I was surprised the author was a woman. It turned out she was a little younger than me. She told me about her experiences and shared some ideas, as she did she fed more oxygen into that spark in my life that had almost gone out. She shared her name, and she helped me start to care about myself and my desires. It had been so long. Now I was disappointed when she didn’t email me and I was always excited and more than a little wet when she sent one.

I happened to look at my phone before padding into the gym.

There were ten new messages since I left the hospital but only caught my eye. Suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore.

There was one of her emails. Rachel wasn’t a troll; she didn’t want to rip me off. She always asked me about things I wanted to try. Usually, she asked a few questions about me and I found I would answer as quickly as if I was a teenager.

That night at the gym, I wasn’t exhausted anymore. I did my warmup as if I had just slept for 8 hours. I pushed myself through a tough workout, I always did, but tonight especially. That smoldering spark that had been flickering, with one email seemed to burst into life.

An hour later I walked back to the locker room, stripped, and headed for the showers. At 5.4 and 110 lbs. despite my initial outward frumpy appearance, my 34B’s were still perky, you could see my abs, and my clothes size was the same as when I had graduated from high school. As the water flowed over me, my hands rested on my still tight ass. How could one email make such a difference?

After rereading the email, I took the time and shaved my legs, for the first time in a long time I didn’t dread this chore. I didn’t touch the steel wool between my legs but made myself a promise to at least trim it. I did comb out my hair and put it into a perky high ponytail just like I had in university. I even checked in the bottom of the bag for some makeup, but the few things I had long ago had dried up. I mentally made a promise to myself to purchase some replacements.

Getting dressed I stopped and reread the new email from Rachel. Over the next twenty minutes, we went back on forth, with each exchange it felt like I was coming more and more alive again, I would be lying if I didn’t say that she turned me on.

One of her seemingly random questions struck me hard, “How old is your underwear, do you have any more than 10 years old?

I replied, “All.”

“Throw them all out, go commando rather than go another day in granny panties,” my heart skipped a beat.

Rachel sent me some links to several different panties that made me blush, but I ordered them all, including the sexy blue pair that would be in my dreams in a few weeks.

I had lost all track of time and was so engrossed in texting that I almost screamed when there was a knock on the door.

“Dr. M it’s almost closing time, are you almost finished,” Tommy asked politely.

The first time I opened my mouth, nothing came out. It took me a moment, and then I replied, “Okay Tommy, just give me a minute.” It was then I realized I had been sitting and texting completely naked for the entire time.

Looking down at my body, I realized my nipples were rock hard, a small puddle of my juices had collected on the bench and my pussy was soaked.

“Sure thing Doc,” and I heard his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Part of me was disappointed he didn’t actually come into the room, but he never did, at least not so far.

I didn’t know if I was ready for that just yet, but I was thinking about him and just about every man in my life. I needed relief, I was able to wait until I was in my car and as Tommy drove off I played with myself until I came hard.

“Wow, that was awesome,” I wondered to myself as my breathing came in large raspy gulps. It had barely taken me five minutes to cum. My fingers had found my pussy almost without thinking about it and as Tommy had gotten into his car, I had thought about his body and how muscular it seemed, and before I knew it, I had cum.

Fast forward back to the day I dreamt of my son. Later that night, lying in bed next to Scott my mind replayed the dream where I had sucked my son’s cock. It had seemed so real, reflecting on how hot it had made me, I did feel a little guilty for having sexual desires for him. To be honest, that wasn’t the first time, nor did I limit my dreams to only him. He and his friends all seemed so, so, so sexy. All of them were in great shape, with big shoulders, tight asses, and nice hair, and they all seemed to have very large bulges whenever I was around.

I didn’t think about it at the time, but my dreams were becoming so vivid that sometimes I thought what was real and what wasn’t. I was usually so tired from working so much that I just figured it was exhaustion, plus most times I orgasmed in my dreams and would wake up soaked.

I didn’t know until later that many of my son’s friends had begun to notice my transformation. Thanks to Rachel’s help and my own reawakening over the past few weeks I started wearing makeup again. I had begun upgrading my wardrobe, wearing form-fitting clothes and many that were a little more revealing. I had noticed more men and even a few women looking at me differently, but there was no more obvious group than my son’s friends. Suddenly more of them had begun saying hello or finding reasons to linger around the house, especially when I was swimming.

Just then, Scott snored. He had once been like that, with muscular arms, and a tight ass; but that had been a long time ago. I had worked hard to stay in shape for him and for myself, but at some point, he had turned into his father. Middle-aged, out of shape, and virtually no interest in sex. Until recently, I had just been equally content. We had a good life, a nice house, and two great boys, but sex and passion were only in the rear-view mirror, and as my desires grew my frustration only increased.

I liked the new methods I was feeling, I liked being sexy and being noticed, and I wanted even more and more.

I wondered about Rachel, I had found her by accident, but we really had a connection. She was great, at all times encouraging me to explore my feelings and desires. She told me I deserved to feel sexy and gave me suggestions on how to include my husband and to do things on my own if he wasn’t interested.

Rachel encouraged me to masturbate whenever I felt like it. I had never played with myself much before, but now I could hardly keep my hands off myself. At home, in the car, at work in my office, and I was imagining doing it almost anywhere.

She had suggested wearing sexy lingerie and buying toys for myself. I had bought some lingerie and had finally ordered some toys, but they hadn’t arrived yet. Scott snored again and seemed dead to the world. I had an idea, something I had wondered about doing but had never tried.

I laid still for a few more minutes until I was sure Scott was snoring and sound asleep.

Very slowly, I pulled on the sleeve of my tee shirt. I was wearing a pair of my new panties and one of Scott’s old tee shirts to bed. Rachel wanted me to wear some of the lingerie to bed but I hadn’t yet, but tonight I had a better idea.

It took a while for her to convince me because I knew Scott wouldn’t care but Rachel told me the sexy feeling from lingerie was as much for me as it was for anyone else. She had been right about so much that I liked that I finally ordered some. But tonight, I just wore what I at all times wore.

I pulled my elbow out on the left and then the right side and lifted the shirt up and over my head, careful not to rock the bed too much. It took several moments but soon I could feel the cotton sheets rubbing deliciously on my bare boobs and soft skin. My nipples responded on their own. I could feel my eyelids fluttering as that familiar electric buzz rumbled through my nervous system.

Scott shifted around and I froze, the sense of doing something secret, naughty, was intoxicating. Normally I felt like this only when I was having a fantasy or a dream, this time I was awake and I knew I could become addicted to it. I felt like I was being a bad girl and I imagined being caught. After a lifetime of at all times being the “good” girl or mother, I reveled in thinking I was doing something bad.