I sat in the completely overcrowded waiting room of the orthopaedist and my mood worsened with every name that was called out that wasn't mine. I had known that this Dr. Thorn was the hottest orthopaedist here on this North Sea island. Or rather, a spa doctor. That's what his sign had said. A spa doctor because he practiced in a spa, or where did this rather old-fashioned term actually come from? Because he used to take a bath after his consultation? Because he usually prescribed fresh sea air and long swims for his patients?

I had to grin as I looked around his consulting room. I was the only one who wasn't yet a pensioner. Really only old people around me. Wasn't I on one of those North Sea islands where lots of families usually go on vacation? Didn't they need orthopaedic care? And what about the countless surfers? No, of course they didn't need medical care ... Except for me. I had somehow hurt my knee when I jumped into the rough North Sea waves. It hurt and was swollen. This unnecessary little accident was now preventing me from finally learning to surf, and perhaps also from having sex. That was actually why I had come here in the first place. Surfing and sex. That was what I wanted to experience on my vacation this summer. With that stupid leap, I had already jeopardized my passion for surfing on the second day of my vacation. I couldn't imagine if my knee also prevented me from having sex. I had to grin again. I almost acted as if I had any hope of having sex. But I hoped so. I'd been single for far too long and hadn't had a man in my bed for ages. At home, I had dreamed excessively about the blonde, curly-haired, well-trained, tanned surfers that I would definitely meet and who would definitely seduce me...

The buxom doctor's assistant stuck her head through the door, looked at me, waited until I stretched happily and smiled at her, then looked at the chart in her hand and called out a name that again wasn't mine. I looked after her venomously and couldn't shake the feeling that she was trying to annoy me. She had told me on the phone that I had to bring time with me. A lot of time. It was peak season and I didn't have an appointment. It was now half past five and the official consultation hours had closed at 5 pm. The consultation room was emptying. So that the pensioners could be home in time for rosehip tea and sausage sandwiches, I thought, annoyed. And it was the best weather outside to get towed by one of the blond, curly-haired, well-trained, tanned surfers ...

I was actually the last one to be called. By the buxom doctor's assistant, with a condescending look. As if it was an honor to be treated by the spa doctor. I tried to copy her arrogant attitude as I stepped into the treatment room and then forgot about it because I was irritated to see what was waiting for me there.

What was that? What was sitting in front of me, all in white, smiling at me with the most beautiful male smile in the world? This bathing doctor looked exactly like one of the guys in my surfing fantasies. What a handsome man ... I shook his hand silently and sat down. Everything about him was perfect. At first glance at least. Could a normal bathing doctor be so beautiful? The better question was: could he be so beautiful?

He asked the right questions and I tried to answer normally, even though my heart was pounding with excitement. This man in white radiated such an inescapable eroticism for me that I had to make an effort not to stare at him shamelessly. Not only did Dr. Thorn look fantastic, but he was also outrageously nice. And that grumpy, condescending receptionist finally disappeared, thankfully. I reported what had happened to me as matter-of-factly as possible and had him look at my knee. In detail. His beautiful hands with those strong fingers felt my left knee carefully, but of course very expertly. He turned it slowly in all directions, I had to bend it and thought at that moment: Maybe he can see my panties! I was wearing a short, casual skirt and a black thong. Nothing really exciting, at least not by my standards, but I had only gone to the doctor. Who could have guessed something like that? While I sat there and had myself examined, I had time to take a close look at this beautiful man.

He had confessed his passion for surfing to me right at the beginning. It had been one of his main reasons for applying for the vacancy as a spa doctor on this North Sea island. We had a pleasant, relaxed conversation and I could have stayed forever. His mouth twisted so sensually when he smiled, his probably perfect body camouflaged by that white coat ...

When he turned my knee far outwards, I slid down a little on the lounger and spread my thighs a little wider and wider. Slowly, but very effectively, as I noticed. The doctor could now relax and look up my skirt and did so. I just grinned at him unabashedly. It was worth a try and I pushed my breasts forward. My skirt slid up further and I waited. I wouldn't know men if this one wasn't also just a man, despite the white coat.

He smiled back and his hand, now done with my knee, traveled slowly up my left thigh. Stayed there and stroked me very gently. The eroticism that emanated from this simple touch was indescribable. A hot wave of pleasure shot through my body. I breathed faster. His hand slid higher up to my lap and carefully pulled my thong aside. I had just shaved in the shower in the morning and was glad I had. My pubis shone enticingly and smelled seductively of lime.

The cute doctor pulled my panties down. Just like that, as if it was part of the examination ... And then he said: "Spread your legs." It was the most depraved thing I'd heard from a man in a long time. As I opened myself up for him, he reached for a small metal hammer, the kind you use to tap the knee reflexes. He stroked it extensively along the insides of my thighs. The cool metal on my hot skin aroused such pleasure in me that I moaned for the first time. He skillfully turned the small instrument back and forth and massaged my pubis with it.

"You little spoiled piece. Sneaking into my consultation and all you want is to be seduced ..." I couldn't contradict him and allowed him to lean over me and push up my T-shirt. My breasts pushed out of my bra and could be kneaded and squeezed as if they hadn't been touched for ages. His lips sucked on my nipples while the small metal instrument searched for my clitoris. "There I have it..." the doctor moaned and smiled with satisfaction. He slid his lips down my full breasts, played with my belly button and then slid even lower. He stopped before he reached my pearl with his tongue. I could feel his hot breath. "He looks beautiful. It's big and aroused ..."

My bathing doctor liked dirty talk. So much the better. Dirty little word games turn me on. We made each other hot with the most beautiful dirty talk. His lips sucked on me, his tongue pushed its way into my lustful cave and burst its gates. I bit the knuckles of my hand to keep from screaming out loud. His fingers massaged everything his tongue wasn't busy with, igniting exciting sensations in me. I grabbed his lap and pulled and tugged at his zipper. He let me free him from his white doctor's pants. Even before he had removed his underpants, I could guess what a magnificent specimen was waiting for me.

It was sticking out of his lap and pointing straight at me. "Take it in your mouth first," the horny doctor asked me. He stood next to me and I turned to the side, my upper leg bent, and let him feel me again with the cool little instrument, where it glowed most intensely, while I took his penis between my lips and wanted to taste it. Hard and plump, it nestled between them as if it only belonged there and nowhere else.

He pushed himself deep into my mouth and I was also able to reach for the two hard balls that promised a lot of potency. The smooth handle of the instrument slowly pushed into me a little. It was pleasant and should prepare me for the real, genuine, the true instrument of pleasure. His part became plumper and plumper under my tongue. The doctor soon moaned carelessly loud and reached for my breasts again. And then I didn't want to wait any longer.

"Take me..." I whispered and spread my thighs indecently wide. I gave his hard cock one last quick hand massage and then let go. The doctor grabbed me and pulled me up. He placed my feet left and right on the couch and pulled my hips into his lap. He thrust straight into me without wasting any time. He thrust deep and deeper and further until he could go no further. Then he sighed as if released and began to work me in small rhythmic thrusts. I bit into his shoulder because each of these thrusts, no matter how small, sent me into ecstasy. I propped myself up on the couch with both hands behind me so that I could brace myself against the doctor's hardness.

"Yes, yes, yes..." was all I could stammer during our short, intense session. The doctor pushed me safely into climax and followed me almost immediately with a single, longing sound as he came deep inside me.

We looked at each other, amazed by the force of our pleasure in such a short time and smiled with satisfaction. Then he regretfully pulled out of me, slipped on his briefs and pants and sat down at his desk, breathing heavily. "I'll write something down for you to rub in," he panted. I adjusted my bra, pulled down my T-shirt, looked for my briefs, pulled them on and slipped my skirt down. "Come back again, early next week - for a check-up."

I floated away, knowing I would hardly be able to wait until next Monday. In the meantime, I wouldn't be surfing, but at least I would be watching the curly-haired, well-trained, tanned surfers and hoping that one of them would seduce me.

The receptionist looked me over carefully as I left the surgery. Her look spoke volumes. She had perhaps even watched the bathing doctor and me playing our forbidden little sex game and had become even paler with envy than she already was. Or at least she had been able to read my fantasiesin which the bath doctor and I had had a forbidden little sex game and could now like me even less than before ...

Dirty women's fantasies - "The horny doctor" by Lisa Cohen - Carl Stephenson Verlag

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