I dont know why I hate eye appointments so bad! I'm 27 years old and I will put it off and put off for as long as I possibly can! All I can think about as soon as the doctor comes in is "how in the hell can a man as old as the dinosaurs tell me, I cant see if he cant see either."

I finished getting ready at my apartment. I'm meeting my friend Kara at a fancy smancy restaurant at 7 to meet her newest flavor of the month, I mean her boyfriend. Meanwhile it had been four weeks, FOUR, since I had been on a date or even been with a man!

I dressed a short skirt that came just above my knees that paired perfectly with a tight fitting strapless black shirt with a light weight bluejean jacket on top. I curled my hair and did my makeup then headed across town.

"What in the hell was I thinking? A 4:30, afternoon appointment knowing I have to drive across town? Never again." I thought as the traffic light finally turned to green. I pulled into the parking lot at 4:31, "not bad, not bad at all". I grabbed my purse and went inside.

I walked inside the red brick building and the receptionist, who had to be in her 60s looked me up and down, and then faked a smile. "Good Afternoon Dear, Can I help you?"

"Yes mam, I have an appointment today with Dr. Taylor." "Oh yes Dear. Dr. Taylor has been out this week due to illness, his son Dr. Adam Taylor will be seeing you." "That's fine." I finished filling out my paperwork, handed her my insurance cards then took a seat in the corner.

The waiting room was nearly empty. It had whitish walls and plain colored floors. The recessed lighting dulled the bright colored paintings that hung on the walls. I grabbed my phone and begin to scroll through Instagram.

"Yes Mr. Marshall, I'll be sure to let Dad know you send your best wishes and I know he will appreciate the jam." Said a masculine voice coming from the hallway. The conversation continued when an elderly man on a Walker finally entered the lobby. "Please tell Mrs. Marshall I look forward to seeing her soon." Said the tall man about 6"0 with golden brown hair. He held the door open as the man slowly exited the clinic.

Through the window I watched him help the elderly man into his small pick truck and put his Walker in the passenger seat. He walked around the front of the truck just as the wind blew his long white lab coat open he quickly bottoned a button. I noticed He wore a pair of tan colored dress pants a nice button down shirt. He approached the driver side door, shook the mans hand and then watched as he drove away. The wind blew once more and he ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh. My. God! THIS is Dr. Taylor."

It had been four long weeks since I had been touched by a man. Before I knew it my heart was racing and my pussy was aching to be touched, caressed and to be honest just fucked. The door slowly opened and in walked Dr. Taylor. "Your last client is here Dr. Taylor." Said the elderly woman from behind the desk. "Thank you. You may go on home and I'll lock the place up." Said Dr. Taylor. "Are your sir?" "I am sure Ms. Beverly." He grabbed the chart from her hands. "Mrs. Johnson please follow me."

I dropped my phone in my bag and joined him at the desk. "Its actually Ms. Johnson, and please call me Carmen." I said as I flashed a smile. He smirked then said "Carmen, will you please follow me." 'Follow you to bed I hope.' I thought to my self.

In the exam room Dr. Taylor unbuttoned the single button holding his coat together and took a seat on the rolling stool in front of the computer. "Please make yourself comfortable as I get this computer to load."

I slowly slid off my bluejean jacket and hung it on the hook above the bench on the other side of the room. In the mirror that hung on the wall I could see Dr. Taylor looking me up and down. "SHOWTIME" I thought. I grabbed my purse and hung it on the hook as well, carefully knowing it would immediately fall to the floor. Slowly I bent over and picked up the purse thankful I was dressed for this occasion and secured it on the hook.

I turned around and smiled and had a seat in the chair. Dr. Taylor wheeled the vital sign machine over and wrapped the cold plastic cuff around my bare skin of my arm his smooth skin of the top part of his hand brushed against my breast. . He placed the thermometer carefully in my mouth. "I wish he would put other things in my mouth" I thought immediately. Suddenly I felt my heart begin to race and the monitor begin to sing.

"Are you nervous?" He asked in his deep masculine voice as he removed the thermometer from my mouth. "I guess you could say that." I said and gave a little chuckle. He removed the blood pressure cuff from my arm and once again his hand brushed against the side of my breast. "No need to be nervous." He sat down on the rolling stool and quickly typed the numbers into the computer.

After a few moments he stood and wheeled the rolling stool directly in front of me. "Is today just a routine exam?" "I guess you could say so." "When was the last time you saw an eye doctor?" "About two years ago."

"I see." He slowly pulled the eye equipment in between us and scooted his stool even closer. "Lean towards me just a little." I scooted forward in the chair and pressed my chin into the eye equipment. I was immediately aware that my legs were only inches away from straddling his lap.

My pussy ached at the thought of being so close yet so far away. It was begging to be touched!

Who's ready for part two?!?!