A Doctor's Dream Ch. 02

She spins away from me and takes off down the hall at a skipping pace. It takes me a moment to recover from the shock of her overtly sexual appearance. I almost forget to shut the door behind me in my haste to follow her down the hallway.

I find her in the kitchen. My bottle of wine sits on the counter, apparently already forgotten. Jessica is busy pouring two large glasses from plastic pitcher.

"It's so warm, I decided to make margaritas!" she announces proudly.

"Sure, why not?" I reply as she hands me a salt-rimmed glass.

"Cheers!" she smiles.

With drink in hand, she beckons me to follow her through the living room and out through a broad French-door door to the rear patio where a beautiful and sunlit swimming pool awaits us.

I watch her backside hungrily as she walks to the other end of the pool and crouches down to retrieve the underwater thermometer.

"Eighty-two degrees," she calls to me before dropping the thermometer back into the water. "I hope you brought your shorts."

"I did."

"Great!" she says with another smile.

I cannot avert my eyes from her as she parades back toward me alongside the pool. Her narrow miniskirt rocks from side to side with each stride while her breasts bounce and oscillate in a hypnotically complex rhythm beneath her white top. How any man could force himself to look away from this is beyond me.

"Why don't you go get your shorts and change upstairs while I bring the lunch stuff out?" she suggests.

"Sounds good," I say, and turn to follow her back into the house.

Five minutes later I am back outside in my board-shorts, enjoying the full strength of the sunshine in a deckchair beside the pool. Jessica has arranged a bowl of fruit salad and a tray of thin sandwiches on a low table between the two lounge chairs. She emerges from the house again, this time carrying the plastic pitcher of margaritas.

"Free re-fills," she says with a smirk. She sets the pitcher down beside the tray and flops herself into the other chair. A moment later I hear the sound of a zipper and glance sideways to watch her wiggle out of her miniskirt. She pushes it down to her ankles, revealing the bottom half of a black string bikini. She kicks the miniskirt off to one side and then settles back into the rubbery cushions of her chair. I fantasize for a moment that she might peel off her tank-top as well, but it does not happen.

We fall into an easy conversation about nothing in particular, each enjoying the warmth of the sun and the pleasure of each other's company. Once our margaritas are about half-empty, I ask her how her shopping-spree at Carol's house had gone. She laughs and proceeds to recount the entire episode for me. Without much prompting, she reveals that her evening at home alone afterwards had involved several climactic rounds of play with her new toys. One little vibrating egg in particular, she says, has established itself as an early favorite, but she admits that a couple of the more interesting items remain unused. I ask her about the string of beads, and she shakes her head, saying Carol had told her to ask me about how to use those. I make a mental note to give Carol an extra nice birthday gift this year.

Fifteen minutes later the heat has become too much for me. I finish my margarita and hoist myself out of the deckchair to make my way over to the edge of the pool. I walk down the underwater steps and submerge myself in the clear water. I swim a few easy laps and then take a seat on a small underwater ledge in the far corner of the deep-end, kicking my legs slowly beneath the surface.

Jessica sees me gazing back in her direction and rises from her chair. She drains the last of her margarita in a three-swallow pull and then slowly walks to the edge of the pool. Daintily, she dips in a toe. To my surprise and delight, she then walks around to the deep-end and climbs onto the small diving board. After a couple hops, she dives headfirst into the water. I watch her swim beneath the surface all the way to the other end of the pool, where her head finally pops up for air. She takes a few breaths and then tilts her head back briefly beneath the surface to pull her hair away from her face.

"It's nice here, isn't it?" she asks across the water.

"Yeah, it's fantastic," I reply.

She watches me from the shallow end of the pool for a minute and then suddenly stands straight up, waist-high in the water. I feel my jaw drop a notch as her wet tank top, now totally transparent, sucks itself tightly against the contours of her tits. She stands there, casually re-tying one side of the string bikini around her hips, apparently inviting me to stare at her dripping body. Once the string is retied she returns my gaze and slowly starts to push through the water toward me, gradually sinking as she walks down the sloping floor of the pool. The cotton material of her top floats away from her skin as the water rises around her. When the water eclipses her shoulders, she raises her arms straight up, takes a deep breath and drops beneath the surface. The tank top floats to the surface alone.

I watch her wavering shape through the water as she swims across the long pool toward the ledge where I am sitting. She bursts from the surface right between my knees -- her face skyward so that her hair is slicked back by the water. Instinctively I reach out to catch her. She lands almost in my lap, with one hand on my chest and her other on my shoulder, blinking away the water from her eyes. Her skin is slippery in my hands, but I manage to pull her up onto my thigh. She turns her hips to sit there, her legs between my own. Her enormous tits hang between us, naked and dripping. We lock eyes for a moment, and then she throws her mouth against mine in a hungry kiss.

Our tongues dance urgently together for the first time and her arms surround my neck. My hands slide up to her ribcage, pulling her closer to me. I can feel the softness of a naked breast there against my inner forearm. I restrain the urge to caress that pendulous flesh and instead concentrate on returning every ounce of her passionate kiss.

For several long minutes her mouth continues to attack my own with the intensity of a new lover. Her lips suck and pull at mine while her tongue chases around inside my mouth. Her saliva tastes sweet, like peach juice. Her body twists in my lap, turning toward me and climbing higher until her knees are straddling my hips and her feet are tucked beneath her. She presses the full abundance of her chest against my own.

Her mouth pulls away just long enough to say: "God, I love kissing you!" Then her lips latch themselves back onto my face. I give up trying to be polite with my hands and unleash them to run wild across her amazing body.

Every tactile pleasure I had imagined these past few days while bearing witness to her nubile shape is suddenly eclipsed by the reality I feel beneath my hands. Jessica's body is a sensual masterpiece: taut and firm where I want it to be, supple and elastic where I want it to be. Her thighs are muscular and smooth. Her stomach is rock-hard. Her waist feels even smaller than it looks. When I finally allow my hands to wander up to her breasts, I find them springier, lighter and more resilient than I ever could have hoped. I cup my hands around her ribcage and lift her skyward. Our mouths disconnect and she lets out a cute yelp as I raise her up until her nipples level with my eyes. I pull her to me and bury my face into her cleavage, then loop one arm behind her back to pin her in this position.

She lets out a laugh and wraps her arms around my head. Gradually I let her slide back down, keeping her body tight against me as she slips. By the time our mouths reconnect her breasts are stacked high against my collarbones like a pair of compressed water-balloons. Her cleavage smothers the base of my neck.

"I get the feeling you like my boobs," she whispers into my mouth between kisses. I nod yes as our lips press against each other once more.

She releases her grip on my head and pushes back slightly. I slacken my hold on her body so she can lean away a bit more and shift her weight onto my thighs. She drops her arms to her sides, using them to squeeze her naked breasts together in a posture I recognize from her exam. I reward her by ducking my head forward and latching my mouth onto her right nipple. She squeals and giggles as I suck on it hard. I return my hands to sides of her ribcage and pull her back toward me until her tits are again level with my face. I start to alternate between her nipples, sucking on each one until they both look maximally engorged. They now stand out like large cherries, swollen and dark-red. Squeezing inward with my hands, I compress her tits tightly together; creating a glorious display of cleavage just inches from my eyes. Encircling the girth of each breast with a hand, I realize I am only able to hold about 40% of their collective mass. The rest spills outward, overflowing from my hands.

"God, I've never seen my nipples that big before," Jessica says, staring down at them from above.

It occurs to me that I've never felt my cock so tightly wrapped before. It has been trapped down one leg of my shorts beneath the water this whole time, and now feels like it has doubled in size. One of Jessica's shins is pressing awkwardly against it. It is time to move.

I push myself off the seat and tumble us both into the deep pool. Our tangled legs make it difficult at first to stay above water.

"Meet me at the bottom," I say to her before taking a breath and dropping beneath the surface. I open my eyes and swim toward the drain at the bottom of the pool. A moment later she tackles my head from above with her hands and pulls my face to hers. We try to kiss, but end up laughing too hard to make it work. Our bubbles intermingle themselves on the way to the surface. Almost out of air, we both kick our way to the top together.

She wipes the water from her eyes as we bob amidst the clear pool with our faces only inches apart. Neither of us says a word for a moment. Then she wraps her legs around my waist and places her hands atop my shoulders, forcing me to tread water more vigorously to keep us both afloat.

"I want you to spend the night," she says.

"I think it would be rude not to," I reply with a grin. She rolls her eyes and pushes away from me.

She floats in the water a few feet from me for a moment and then says, "We should go inside."

She rolls onto her stomach and dives beneath the water, heading for the shallow end. I slowly paddle behind her, collecting her discarded tank top along the way, and watch enthusiastically as she climbs the steps out of the pool. Her narrow round bottom jiggles enticingly beneath her wet bikini as she walks back to her deck chair and picks up a towel.

Fortunately my hard-on subsides somewhat while I swim across the long pool. I am hoping it does not make itself too obvious beneath the leg of my shorts as I climb out. I don't want to scare her off. Luckily she does not turn around.

Jessica finishes drying her legs, then secures the big towel around her naked chest and discretely peels off her bikini bottoms off from beneath it. She tosses another towel to me with a grin, and says: "Leave your shorts out here. They'll dry in no time."

She takes the wet tank top from my hand and spreads it out on the cushion of the nearest chair next to her bikini. I towel myself dry while she empties the pitcher of margaritas into our two glasses.

"Bring your drink, okay?" she says before and walking off toward the house.

Once she is out of sight, I hook my thumbs under my waistband and drag my soaked shorts down to my feet. I sigh with relief as my cock is finally released from its uncomfortable confinement. I wrap the towel securely around my waist, grab my drink and then head inside.

"I'm upstairs," I hear her say distantly as I cross the living room toward the middle of the house. I climb the carpeted staircase and wander down a hall, following the roaring sound of a hairdryer.

The door to Jessica's room is wide open. I take a seat in a little upholstered swivel-chair in front of what looks like an antique children's desk and sip my drink. There is nowhere else to sit other than her bed. As the seconds pass, I feel a little uncomfortable waiting for her in nothing but a towel. Before I can leave to fetch my boxers from the other room, the hairdryer stops and Jessica opens her bathroom door.

She is still wearing her towel too. She walks straight across the room and stops at my feet. She sets her drink down on the little desk next to mine, and then unbinds the towel from around her chest. It falls to the floor, leaving her suddenly naked. Before I can react, she climbs into my lap and straddles my waist. She presses her mouth onto mine in a wet kiss.

My hands run rampant over her body, grabbing and squeezing her everywhere as we kiss. I feel my cock swelling furiously beneath my towel. Her hands claw at my shoulders, arms and chest. Her mouth waters profusely into mine as our tongues re-join their tangled game.

I slip one hand down between her naked thighs and trace my fingers across her waxed pussy. It is silky and warm. When I fondle her clit, she tenses and lets out a little whimper. I wrap my other arm around her waist and pull her close while I slip my middle finger up into her. She feels tight and very wet inside. I press my palm against her clit, holding my finger deep within her, and grind my hand in circles -- matching the rhythm of our kissing. This appears to drive her crazy in no time at all.

She breaks her mouth away from mine, her breath already panting, and then reaches down to push my hand away from her crotch. "Wait," she says. "I want to get you naked."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah..." She digs two fingers under the waist of my towel and adds with a giant smile: "I want you to show me something."

"What do you want me to show you?" I grin.

She pauses for a long moment and withdraws her hand slightly. Her face gets serious, and she says: "Well, what I really want you to show me is... is how to give a really deep blowjob."

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. White stars swirl across my field of vision.

"I want," she continues, bringing her mouth to my ear and dropping her voice to a whisper. "I want you to teach me how to deep-throat... for real this time."

I feel a tingle within my balls. My entire groin pulses beneath the towel.

"Um... Okay," I say.

"I'm serious," she continues, leaning back and locking me in her gaze. "And I don't want you to lie, okay? 'Cause I don't know how. You have to teach me ...I want to know how to do a perfect blowjob."

Words fail me. I scan the beautiful young woman perched on my lap, unable to believe my luck.

She scoots backwards, slides off my thighs and down to the carpet. Still staring into my eyes, she asks: "Deal?"

"I'll, um, teach you whatever you want," I reply, "but first you should probably take a look at what's under this towel."

"I know. I can't wait!"

"Because you might decide to reconsider the whole deep-throat idea."

"Why?"

"Well... it just so happens that I have a... an unusually large cock."

Her eyes drop to my towel. "Really?! Now I can't wait."

"I mean really unusual."

Her smile widens and she looks up at me. "Show me. Show me!"

I rise out of the little chair and stand in front of her. I grab the waist of my towel and slide one hand beneath it to bring my hard cock around to an upright position. I leave my hand there beneath the towel, holding the head of my cock against my abdomen.

"Before you unwrap this," I tell her, "there are a couple of things you need to learn."

"Okay," she says. She sits her bottom down on her heels and rests her hands onto the tops of her thighs. She tilts her head back, looking up attentively.

"The first thing is that eighty percent of what makes a blowjob great is psychological."

"Come on."

"It is. It's all about sending the guy the right messages while you're doing it, and that starts with posture."

"My posture?"

"Yes. You always want to be giving head from below the guy. Since I'm standing, you want to be kneeling with your butt on the floor. You eyes should be no higher than my cock."

"Okay," she says, moving her heels apart so that her butt drops down to the carpet.

"If I was lying on a bed, you'd do the same thing: make sure your mouth is approaching from below, so that my cock is angled downward the whole time."

"Why?"

"Lots of reasons: it feels better, it lets me watch your pretty face and it makes it easier for you to open your throat. Also, there is a psychological element."

"Which part is psychological?"

"You want to do everything you can to convey a certain kind of submissive enthusiasm. That's the key to a great blowjob."

"Submissive?"

"Yes. Submissive enthusiasm. Everything you do should reinforce that. Guys are very visual, so use your body to send that message in every way you can. Anything you do should reinforce that you are submissive and eager to do whatever makes him feel good."

"Should I, like, tell him that?"

"Well, you don't want to sound fake, or too aggressive. You should mostly concentrate on showing it rather than saying it."

"Like how?"

"For starters, use your eyes. Either look at me or at my cock. Nowhere else. Show how focused you are on making it feel good. And let me lead, okay? A great blowjob is not only something you do to me... it is more something I do to you. Your job is to invite it to happen and enjoy it. Also...you need to show me that you'd let me take you wherever I want. So, if you were wearing panties, you'd need to roll them down to your knees."

"Why?"

"Think about it. It sends me the message that, if I wanted to, at any time I could stop and fuck you instead."

"Oh my God. Wow."

"That's what I mean by submissive enthusiasm. You get it?"

She nods slightly, clearly still shocked by that assertion.

"So...Are you ready?"

There is a pause as she glances from my face to the towel and back up again. "I think so."

"Then show me. Show me how much your mouth wants it."

Jessica lowers her stare to my towel again and slowly opens her mouth. She licks her lips once and then looks up at me. "Like that?"

"Yes. Open wide and cover your bottom teeth with your tongue. Invite me in."

She tilts her head back with her lips apart. I can see her pink tongue covering her lower teeth. She waits like this, staring up at me with her sweet blue eyes. I feel the head of my cock throb beneath my hand.

"Now un-wrap my towel," I say, "... slowly."

Keeping her mouth open, she reaches up with both hands and works the towel loose. It drops to the floor and -- even though the upper half of my cock is still hidden by my hand -- Jessica gasps at the sight of me. Her plump, blush-colored lips contract into a round "O" of surprise.

"Oh... my... God," she whispers, alternately eyeing the volume of my ball-sack and the girth of my shaft. Her mouth slowly reopens, looking tiny now as it waits six inches from my scrotum. Then her eyes lift their focus to the back of my hand.

I release my cock. It swings down heavily and bounces against her forehead.

"Oh!" she gasps, taken aback by my length. The shaft of my cock bobs in the air above her like a nine-inch long corn cob.

"Shhh," I whisper, "Just open your mouth."

The engorged mushroom-cap of my circumcised head hovers in front of her wide-set eyes, so thick that she cannot see around it. She strains to focus on this shocking object so close above her.

"Open your mouth, Jessica," I urge her.

Gradually, almost reluctantly, her mouth opens. Her tongue re-appears, still glossy with spit, but her jaw is trembling now. I reach down and place one hand behind her head.