Like a lot of people I never enjoyed trips to the dentist. I don't have a phobia or anything but it certainly was not something I looked forward to coming around on the calendar. That was until my dentist recruited a new nurse.
Jenny is in her early 20s, about five foot two inches tall and has brown hair that she keeps neatly put up in a plaited ponytail.
After an intensely thorough physical examination by my new doctor and his medical students (see Complete Physical short story), I was rather happy with my choice to settle down in this new town. My job was fulfilling and I could afford to buy a nice little house on the edge of town. The locals were very friendly and seemed to keep their noses out of your business. I liked the nearby walking trails and the clear view of the stars at night.
Jamie was dropped off by her husband, Mark, at the dentist that morning for her surgery. "I'll pick you up in a few hours," he told her as she climbed out of the car. She nodded and blew him a kiss, then closed the door and headed into the low brick building where her dentist office was located.
In the lobby she gave the receptionist her name and sat down with a magazine to wait.
I'm a 32-year old male, happily married, with a very satisfying sex life. When my wife and I are in bed together, we entertain each other with stories—fantasies and otherwise—about sexual escapades. We consider sharing fantasies to be nothing more than foreplay even though some of our ideas get pretty wild. I get turned on imagining watching her getting thoroughly screwed by someone and my description of such an affair turns her on, too.