Reception

The office was always quiet at lunch. They didn't schedule appointments between noon and 1. Of course, they'd be finishing up some at noon or after. And new patients would come in before 1. But, there was always nearly an hour of quiet. Of tidying up, of relaxing, of lunch.

She'd worked at the office for just over a year. She had learned the practice at around the same time the dentist's son was learning it. He would take over in about another year.

He'd already made some important changes, like inviting the staff to dress more comfortably and updating the décor.

He had the look of a guy who spent most of his days on a beach. Tan, reasonably muscled, shaved about every three days.

He never really wanted his father's practice, but it was a clear path to a good income. And of course, when he came to visit, he'd seen her. The new receptionist. The one who would become his receptionist, he learned. As his father retired, his front desk assistant of 30 years would also leave.

So, Kent and Emily would one day (soon) be the faces of the office. For now, they trained.

As the lunch break was ending, Kent realized he didn't have an appointment until 1:45. Plenty of time. More than enough, even.

Faces popped in, people chatted, forms were passed out and filled in.

His father was busy with a particularly troublesome patient.

The back exam room was empty.

He walked up behind Emily and said he needed to speak with her.

She wore a simple sundress and smart sandals and her skin was tan and glowing from the summer's warmth.

He asked her to have a seat in the exam chair and then he closed the door.

He turned and she was standing behind him, anticipating the reason for their meeting.

He smile and pulled her to him, kissed her. The kiss they both had wanted for months now. Hands wandered and heat built between them as patients and staff moved behind the closed door. His hand was under her skirt as his lips tasted the flesh of her neck.

He took her to the chair and told her to sit down, to relax.

She complied without hesitation this time, wondering what was in store.

From behind her, he placed a mask on her face and instructed her to breathe in.

The light, sweet scent was pleasant and she began to feel hazy, a bit sleepy.

He sat on his rolling chair and carefully removed each sandal. As he rubbed the heel of her foot, he placed a delicate kiss on her big toe, traced a line up the arch of her foot, kissed her ankle...

He stood and removed the mask and she smiled. She could barely hear any of the noises outside, she was floating, hazy, nearly euphoric.

Again on his chair, again with the kisses. On her ankle, her calf... up her inner thigh. He reached for her cotton panties and pulled them down.

His tongue on her thigh again, his lips providing a suction that was tingly, wonderful. His thick finger probed her lips, pushed in, felt her warmth and wetness.

He couldn't resist and he tasted her, his tongue penetrating and then moving up to her throbbing clit.

The sensation was intense and she was quickly nearing orgasm. A second finger was inside her now, rocking her in the chair as his lips and tongue traced the outline of her pussy, then devoured her clit. He sucked gently, then with more force and then quickly, and felt her body tense and release, tense and release...

He lifted her from the chair as she was coming down from her orgasmic high. He looked her in the eye and pressed her against the wall, holding his hand over her mouth. She hadn't seen or heard him unzip, but his beautiful cock was throbbing and he pressed it against her.

He lifted her leg and held his cock at the base, pressed it against her clit, then pushed inside her.

"I've wanted this for a year now," he grunted.

He was in heaven. Her body wrapped around his. She was still in a haze, orgasm and nitrous and the pure bliss of his needy thrusts.

He was not gentle, not once inside. He needed this. Needed it badly. Deep inside her, grinding against, holding her mouth closed, her body off the floor, pinned to the wall, held up by his hands.

She felt the head of his cock throbbing, felt it grow, felt warmth inside her and heard him stifle a grunt.

He kissed her lips as he slipped out of her.

Then, he stood back and zipped up. Handed her a paper towel.

The old receptionist knocked on the door, told him his patient had arrived.

Emily walked out, returned to her place at the front desk. Kent greeted the patient and smiled and asked him to sit in the chair.

Emily was aroused the rest of the day, wet, hot, hungry for more.

As the day came to an end, they both parted, smiling as they thought of what the very near future could hold for them.