Women in Uniform VI
The morning light filters through the blinds of Oakhaven Dental Surgery, striping the polished linoleum floor. I adjust the sterile instruments on the tray, their metal gleaming under the overhead lights.
My light sky-blue uniform steady against my breasts as I lean over, the fabric pulling tight across my nipples. At nineteen, my body still has that youthful firmness, curves packed into this ridiculously tight uniform that Dr Prescott insisted on when he hired me six months ago.
"Morning, Sophie-Mae," Mrs Henderson calls from reception. "Dr Prescott running late again?"
"Probably," I mutter, checking the appointment book. First patient at 8:30 AM - Mr Thompson with his root canal. I've already set up bay three, laid out the anaesthetic syringes and excavators. Everything needs to be perfect.
The bell above the door chimes. I expect Dr Prescott's shuffling footsteps, his familiar smell of coffee and newspaper.
Instead, a woman's voice calls out, "Hello? I'm Dr Hay, the temporary dentist."
My head snaps up. Leaning against the reception counter is a woman who makes my folds leak.
Dr Saha Hay looks maybe thirty, with dark hair pulled back in a severe bun that only emphasises her high cheekbones and full lips. She's wearing professional scrubs, but they can't hide the lean, athletic body beneath. When our eyes meet, something electric passes between us.
"Dr Prescott had a family emergency," she says, pushing off the counter and walking toward me. "I'll be covering his patients this week."
Her voice is low, smoky, with a hint of an accent I can't place.
"I'm Sophie-Mae," I manage, my throat suddenly dry. "His assistant."
"Nice to meet you, Sophie-Mae." She extends a hand, and when I take it, her fingers linger against mine. Her skin is warm, soft, and I imagine those hands exploring every inch of my body.
"Show me the setup?"
I lead her to bay three, my heart pounding against my ribs. As I demonstrate the instrument arrangement, I reach for the dental mirror. At the same moment, she leans forward to get a better view. Our bodies collide - my ass brushing against her hip, my breasts pressing against her arm.
"Sorry," I breathe, but I don't move away. Neither does she.
Her hand comes to rest on my waist, fingers splayed across the blue fabric. "Don't be," she murmurs, her face inches from mine. I can smell her perfume - something spicy and exotic that makes my pussy throb twice.
Before I can think, her lips are on mine. The kiss is hungry, demanding, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she pulls me closer. I moan against her lips, my hands tangling in her hair, messing up that perfect bun. Pins scatter across the floor as her dark hair tumbles down around her shoulders.
"God, you're fucking gorgeous," she growls, breaking the kiss to trail her mouth along my jaw. Her hands slide down to cup my ass, squeezing hard through the uniform.
"I've wanted to do this since I walked in."
"Me too," I pant, grinding against her thigh.
The friction sends jolts of happy pleasure straight to my clit.
"But the patient..."
"Fuck the patient," she says, pushing me against the dental chair.
Her fingers work the buttons of my uniform, popping them open one by one.
"I've been dreaming about getting you out of this tight little outfit since I saw you."
My uniform falls open, exposing my black lace bra. Dr Hay's eyes widen with lust as she reaches behind me to unhook it.
My breasts spill free, nipples already hard and aching. She bends to take one in her mouth, sucking hard as her fingers pinch the other.
"Fuck," I cry out, arching my back. "Yes, so fuckin' good!"
Her other hand slides under my skirt, pushing my panties aside to find my dripping pussy.
"So, fucking wet," she purrs, circling my clitty cowl with expert fingers.
"You want this, don't you?"
"I want everything," I moan, spreading my legs wider. "I want you to take me right here."
Dr Hay chuckles, a low, wicked sound. "Oh, I will. But first..."
She sinks to her knees, pushing my skirt up around my waist. Her hot breath ghosts over my exposed, shaved folds before her tongue slides through my lips.
I cry out, grabbing handfuls of her hair as she eats me out.
Her technique is incredible - firm, precise strokes that have me wishing for endless dabs and tongue pokes, before, during and after each touch arrives.
She knows exactly how to work my clit, how to curl her tongue inside me to hit that perfect spot. Her tongue twists, finds my outer and inner ridges. She delves in straight repeated pokes. Dabs and dabs my pink jelly bean, licking it like it's the cherry atop a sundae.
" Mm, mmm," I sigh, hips bucking against her face.
"Not yet," she says, pulling back with a wicked grin.
Her mouth and chin are shiny with my juices.
"I want to come with you."
She stands up and strips off her scrubs, revealing a body that makes my mouth water.
Small, perfect breasts with dark nipples, a flat stomach, and between her legs - a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair above glistening pink lips.
Her fem-design is slightly outie, extra crinkles, a match for my generous butterfly wings.
"On the chair," she commands, and I scramble to obey. The dental chair reclines as she adjusts it, leaving me lying back with my legs spread.
She positions herself opposite me, our bodies forming an X.
"Ready?" she asks, and I nod, breathless with anticipation.
Slowly, she moves closer until our pussy's touch.
The sensation is truly amazing – warm and slushy, wet flesh sliding against its equal, warm, wet flesh.
I gasp as her clit brushes against mine, sending joy through my entire body.
"Oh fuck," we both moan in unison.
We start moving, finding a rhythm. Slowly at first, then faster as our bodies embrace Sappho's memorable dance.
Our legs tangle together, locking us in place as we grind against each other. The chair creaks beneath us, mingling with our moans and the wet sounds of our pussies sliding together.
A tacky, mushy, pucky; tacky, mushy, slick embrace of labial sensation.
"Trib me harder," I pant, gripping the armrests.
Dr Hay responds by increasing her pace, her hips snapping against mine. Our clits rub together with perfect pressure, building that exquisite flare of tension deep in my core.
Sweat beads on my forehead, drips between my breasts.
"Look at me," she urges, and I force my eyes open to meet hers.
Her face is flushed, lips parted, eyes mellow with pleasure.
Grinding, girl to girl grinding. Hustling slick flaps of flesh. Sweet humping. Slippery, glossy humping.
Smooth to smooth, where crinkled parted butterfly skin, glissades in tandem.
Mutual "Oohs" at the unexpected meeting.
The crush of folds. Her puffy pushes into my marshmallow puff skin.
The honing of rhythmic thigh motions.
Grind. Hump. Grind.
Pussy lips snogging.
Sharing fem-dew in tacky, generous dollops of pasty, clear to white liquid.
The intensity in her gaze pushes me closer to the edge.
We literally climax in each other's eyes.
I reach down to rub my luv-nub as we continue fem-humping, adding that extra stimulation.
Dr Hay mirrors my movement, and suddenly we're both crying out as our orgasms crash over us.
"Orrghh!" "Arrgghh!"
Sounds blend, orgasms collate and fuse.
Tremors vibe from her thighs to mine and back to hers.
"Sweet Jesus!" I yelp.
My first fem-flood.
I'm squirting, drenching both of us as I cum.
Dr Hay shudders against me, her own orgasm ripping through her.
A sweet dripping leak joins my fluid stream.
We keep moving, drawing out the pleasure until it refuses to give more.
We take so much. Want too much. And even in the highest release, seek to sail higher.
Nature, though, demands a moment of downtime; we are tangled together in the dental chair.
The room smells of sex and disinfectant, our juices mixing on the leather upholstery.
"Well," Dr Hay says finally, a broad grin spreading across her face.
"That's not how I expected my first day to go."
I laugh, feeling boneless and satisfied.
"Me neither. But fuck, that was amazing."
A sudden knock on the door makes us both jump.
"Sophie-Mae? Dr. Hay? Mr. Thompson has been waiting for twenty minutes," Mrs Henderson calls through the door.
We scramble apart, grabbing our scattered clothes. I'm still shaking as I button my uniform, my pussy throbbing with residual pleasure.
Dr Hay winks at me as she pulls her scrubs back on.
"Coming," she calls, and I bite back a giggle at the double meaning.
As we straighten ourselves up, she catches my hand.
"Later," she whispers, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.
"I'm not done with you yet."
My happy cavity clenches in anticipation.
Neither am I.