2. A Second Opinion

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I cannot believe my eyes. What are the odds that I'd run into this stranger I spent the night with right here in this hallway? I look down at my frumpy dress and realize that I couldn't let him see me like this.

Yesterday, I looked my absolute best. Today, I could be someone's crazy aunt with four cats. I try to sneak across the reception looking straight ahead until I've passed him.

What a relief, I think, but that thought is immediately interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I wince and turn slowly to meet his sexy gaze. My self-consciousness melts away as he looks at me intently.

There's a mischievous glint in his eye, and the scrubs he's wearing are strangely hot. What's up, Doc? Wow, fancy seeing you here.

Are you stalking me? Yes, yes, I am. I've gone to medical school and spent another few years as a resident just so that I can run into you like this.

I mean, crazier things have happened. We continue talking, picking up from where we left off last night, but in a slightly more safe-for-work fashion. I don't know what it is about this person, but something about us just clicks.

Last night, he was just a sexy stranger, but today, it feels a bit different. Yes, there's still the heat, but he's also funny and obviously smart. You know, you look good, by the way.

I like your daytime look. Thanks, I look like I was railed last night and then rolled out of bed. You look surprisingly sexy, though.

I've always fantasized about sleeping with a doctor. Is that so? Because technically, you already have.

Yes, but I think it might be a bit different with that stethoscope hanging around your neck. Majid gazes over at me with a particular look in his eyes, and I feel the energy shift. He looked at me that way last night, like he wanted to tear my clothes off and take me.

I'm not wearing a bra, by the way. I can see that. No panties, either.

By the way, I think you might need a second opinion on that checkup. Yes, that is exactly what I need. I might have an available slot right now, just before my lunch break.

Come with me. Okay. He gives me a seductive smile and opens the door to the checkup room furthest down the hallway.

I can feel my pussy start to throb as he shuts the door behind him. Now, you said you weren't wearing any underwear. That's correct.

You're going to need to take off your dress for this checkup, so I guess that means you'll be completely naked. Holding his gaze, I unbutton my dress slowly from top to bottom. His eyes darken as I let the dress fall to the floor.

I know that he likes what he sees. Sit here and put your feet in the stirrups. Yes, doctor.

It's strangely arousing to be on display like this. Weird, but sexy. He opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of latex gloves.

I smile in response as I watch him put them on. I'm so turned on. He then walks towards me, slowly, and I can feel my bare pussy tingle in anticipation.

Let me see those feet. Hmm. Everything looks normal here.

Hmm. Time to check the rest of you. Majid begins at my toes, playing with them softly, rubbing his hands along the soles.

Slowly, his soft hands run up my leg, applying gentle pressure on my calves, then my thighs, and I sigh as tension is released from my legs. I can feel the heat of his hands through the latex gloves, which feel oddly smooth against my skin. He grabs onto my left breast while working his way further down my thighs with his right hand, until his fingers touch my clit.

Then he stops and reaches into a cupboard. This might be a little cold. He takes out a bottle of examination gel and pours some into his hand, then runs a finger along my pussy.

It is cool against my sensitive skin. I moan as he massages my clit. As his fingers move inside me, my moans fill the room.

His fingers are strong, and the way he explores my pussy is thorough, like a good doctor, but so good I can barely hold myself back from screaming. You're gonna get me fired if you keep up that noise. The wetness of the gel mixed with my own juices and the sound of my own pleasure is so satisfying.

He seems to enjoy the messy sounds as he slides another finger inside me. Majid picks up the pace and I gently rock my hips towards him, wanting even more. But he stops and pulls down his slacks.

I can see his hard cock filling out his boxers, and I moan again, remembering how good he felt the night before. He leans in and kisses me to keep me quiet. His fingers, slick with me and lube, tease my hard nipples as he pretends to do a breast exam.

I can feel the heat of his dick against my soaking pussy as he presses his body against mine. I press my heels into the stirrups, trying to get closer to him. Majid pulls down his boxers and teases my dripping pussy with the head of his dick.

I'm whimpering, but quietly, so he doesn't stop. He slides just the tip in, another tease, then looks at me in the eyes as he thrusts deep. With my legs in the stirrups and my pelvis tilted, every thrust fills me perfectly, hitting every spot I could want him to.

My hands go above my head, holding the top of the exam table, my breasts swinging as he thrusts harder. I can feel the pleasure rising. He can sense I'm on the edge, and he leans further over me to grab my arms, looking at me all the while.

I bite my hand to keep from screaming as I feel my orgasm rising. His cock feels amazing, and I can't get enough. Then I move my feet from the stirrups, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him in closer, tighter, deeper.

He obliges, rubbing my hips as he slides further inside me. Bliss erupts from between my thighs, and I begin to cum as we moan together. I cum all over him, looking into his eyes.

He stands up, his body glistening with sweat. My feet are back in the stirrups, my knees falling open as he strokes himself a few more times until he cums all over my belly. We are coated and each other's cum, and he leans down to kiss me.

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