A Big Surprise

There's something intimate about having a woman's fingers in your mouth, even if the woman is a dental hygienist. It helps when she's pretty, like this woman was--slender build, but still enough hips and tits to make the landscape interesting. I lay there with my eyes closed, and my mouth open, concentrating on keeping my tongue out of her way as much as possible, not to mention concentrating on not licking her delicate fingers. She had a job to do, and I respected that, especially with her being willing to work on a Saturday.

It was the only day I could get in for a cleaning before I had to go to Vegas for a week-long conference, and even though the dentist himself wasn't going to be available, she agreed to come in and open up the office just for me. It seemed really nice of her, but then again, I'd spent so much on my teeth over the years that I was probably one of the reasons the small office was still in operation. I like businesses small enough that they appreciate customer loyalty, and it was good to have that loyalty returned when I needed it.

The cleaning finally finished, and I was still in the chair, which was leaned so far back that it might as well have been a bed. I wasn't in any hurry, so it took me a minute to realize that she'd put all the tools away and such, but hadn't returned me...