Chapter 2: Building Tension
The sun filtered through the autumn leaves, casting an orange glow across Suzanne's windshield as she slumped into her car's leather seat. Her breath came out in a trembling huff, a mix of anticipation and embarrassment. Licking her dry lips, she couldn't shake the feeling that the air around her buzzed with a knowing weight that she needed to escape, if only for just a little while.
Shifting her weight, she dug beneath her pleated skirt and slid her thong to the side.
A wave of nervous excitement spread through her as she touched her now-sensitive clitoris, tracing the delicate contours of her body. She closed her eyes, lost in the pleasure. Within her, the drum of her heartbeat echoed and amplified, filling every inch of her with a throbbing desire. Her hearing roots in, absorbing the sounds of her own moans and panting breaths—a siren call to the untamed hunger coursing through her veins.
Her hand reaches down further, her fingers gliding along the moist heat that's pooled within her.
A jolt of euphoria surges through her as she touches her delicate spot. Her hips wriggle involuntarily on the seat beneath her as her breathing hitches. Lost in the moment, Suzanne dives deeper into the whirlpool of her own desires, the beckoning tide of her heartbeat swelling within her chest.
The drum of her heart echoed in perfect harmony with her escalating passion, beating the rhythm of her shameless surrender. Her grip tightened reflexively on the steering wheel, the hard plastic biting into her trembling palms.
"Just relax," she whispers, reprimanding herself. She manages to close her eyes again, drifting farther into the pleasurable chaos consuming her.
To put herself in the right mindset, she reflects on the doctor's words, "Your emotions, your heart—these aspects of your being allow you to connect with yourself and others in the most intimate ways." She remembers her eyes, those soft brown eyes that gleamed with curiosity and understanding.
It's then that she really begins to feel it. Her heartbeat becomes a song that whispers through her veins, guiding her fingers as they swirl and dance over her pulsing flesh.
She sinks deeper into the symphony of her heart, as her pulse races with the thrill of her exploration.
A storm of tingling heat billows within her like a flash flood, leaving no part of her body untouched. Her breath lodges in her throat as she ascends on the crest of a powerful wave—she's helpless against the torrent of quaking gratification surging through her core.
Shuddering, she bites her lip, the sting ripping through the enchanting haze.
She can feel her heart beat faster the closer she get to climax.
Her pulse thunders within her ears, and her fingers move in time with the rhythm. It feels as if she has unlocked a secret part of herself that she never knew existed. And she likes it.
As she begins to crest the wave, she moves her thumb to circle her clit, the familiar sensation intensified by her own racing heartbeat. It's almost as if the two are connected, her heart and her pleasure, feeding into one another until she can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.
Suzanne rides the wave of her newfound sensations, letting the rhythm of her heartbeat guide her. She's racing up a rollercoaster at breakneck speed, and she finds herself eagerly anticipating the moment when she'll finally reach the summit and hurtle back down to earth.
Gasping for breath, she gives herself fully over to this exquisite climb. Releasing all inhibitions, she's swept away by the tide of her racing heart. In this moment, she and the pulsing heat between her legs are one.
The drum of her heartbeat swells louder and more insistent, its hypnotic lullaby urging her onward and deeper within. And then, with one final lunge, she breaks free from her cocoon of inhibition.
Suzanne shudders, her whole body quaking as an all-consuming wave of pleasure sweeps over her. Each muscle in her body contracts, synchronized to the rhythm of her heart's convulsive dance.
With her head thrown back against the headrest, she succumbs to the climactic eruption that fills her being. Senses overwhelmed, she hangs suspended in the aftermath, her ragged breathing slowly resuming as her body gradually relaxes.
Her heart beat slowly goes back to normal. She sat there shocked. She can't believe something as simple as listening to her heartbeat made her horny. What really threw her off is a female was working her up even more and she liked it!
Replaying it in her head the doctor touching her sensitive nipples. The thought made her face burn up again. She still couldn't believe what had happened in that doctor's office, who knew that something so small could stir up something so big within her?
Suzanne wondered if there was something more to this connection she felt with the doctor and her heartbeat, or if she was indeed just a curious and naïve girl trying to navigate the world around her.
Again she felt the burn between her legs.
She slid her fingers down the length of her thighs, the anticipation simmering under her skin. As her fingertips crept closer to their destination, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in the euphoria that still lingered, fresh and potent in her memory.
The thrum of her heart returned to guide her: a gentle, pulsing reminder of the intimacy she had unearthed at the doctor's office. She allowed her mind to wander back into the warmth of that moment, back into the familiar embrace of her accelerating pulse.
As she touches her clit she wonders if the doctor is willing to do more. Maybe let her listen to her heart. The thought along made her heart pound.
Although a little frightened, Suzanne found herself filled with curiosity.
I wonder if this was just a one-time experience between us or if there's something more to this. She pondered as her breathing quickened with excitement.
Suzanne, in the midst of her longing, remembered a small business card that the doctor had placed in her hands earlier. It was tucked tidily away within her purse.
She fishes it out of her purse, the card's elegance presenting itself between her fingertips: "Dr. Amelia Hart, MD, PHD.
I may wanna keep this just incase she thought as she focused back on her clit.
As she delves deeper into the sea of pleasure her heart slams in her chest.
She swirls her fingers over the heat of her sex, lost in the waves of sensation pulsing throughout her being. Her heartbeat plays a melody within her ears only she can hear—a celestial tune that courses through her veins.
With fervent curiosity, Suzanne listens to the drum of her wild desires, her fingers teasing her swelling pearl.
Each touch, a delicate dance in harmony to her heartbeat. She pictures Dr. Hart, whose enchanting spell cast this overwhelming passion that stirs within her. Her fingers dart across her slick folds and she gasps, gripping the steering wheel to steady herself as the tidal wave of her longing threatens to sweep her away.
Her accelerated breaths fall in rhythm with her pumping heart, syncopated only by the pulse of her reverberating phone.
Looking down at the device in her hand, Suzanne notices a text message from Dr. Hart waiting to burst forth:
"You forgot you wallet inside." It reads. Fuck! I'm so close to orgasm , but my brain keeps reminding me that the doctor forgot my wallet.
With a snap, Suzanne remembers the power of the spell Dr. Hart had seemingly cast upon her earlier. Azura retreats back into her mind, leaving Suzanne with the simple beauty of her own rapid breathing. The warmth of her delicate touch does not falter for a moment as it plates the wild trill of her increasingly synchronized orgasm. As Azura retreats, Suzanne allows herself to completely let go, giving herself fully into the wild ride of her racing heart.
Just as she's about to cum she gets another text from the doctor. Please come get it I'm about to close up shop.
Her pussy now burns from a ruined orgasm. She can feel her clit pulsing but didn't feel the release!
Fuuuuck!
Exasperated, Suzanne quickly considered her options. The idea of going into the now-closed doctor's office didn't sit well, but she couldn't leave without having at least a tiny bit of closure. After gathering her things, she pushed the thought of dripping wetness from her mind and stepped out of her car.
As she stepped foot onto the dimly lit parking lot, Suzanne couldn't help but feel emboldened by the darkness enveloping her.
Her sexual frustration still lingered, and it seemed as though it would demand satisfaction at any cost. She needed to cum bad but didn't want to keep the doctor waiting to retrieve her wallet.
As she goes back in her body is on fire with a desperate need to orgasm.
She can feel the dampness between her legs that needs to be relieved. Without hesitation, she reaches down to touch herself.
Her fingers glide over her smooth womanhood, running over the slickness that coats her already throbbing clit. The pulsing blood is reaching its boiling point, aching for release.
She thinks I can't do this here. What if the doctor sees this.
Fuck. I've got to stop.
She can barely think. The thought barely registered just as her index finger starts drawing quick circles around her clit.
It feels too good, her pussy is on fire.
There's no time for second thoughts; her pleasure is taking over. Her breasts feel heavy, her nipples are hard as pebbles under her bra. She needs this as bad as she needs air. But she has to stop. I'll just finish in the car she thought. She makes her way to where the doctor is.
Her face is still red, her niples are rock hard and can notice through her shirt.
She is practically quivering with repressed want. It's only been a few minutes since she left the doctor's office, but the experience feels like a distant dream.
Oh! The throbbing in her clit reminds her that it's not. She needs some sort of release. She just can't go to the doctor office like this, she thinks. She takes a deep breath, gets herself together and goes inside the building.
The doctor was waiting for her by the door, already holding her wallet.
"Thank you for coming back," she said, her warm tone striking a chord deep within Suzanne.
Suzanne took a few moments to regain her composure, struggling to tear her gaze away from the doctor's magnetic eyes. Those eyes seemed to see right through her, stirring up emotions in Suzanne that she never knew she had.
Thank you! I would of been screwed without it says Suzanne.
Dr. Amelia looks down and sees Suzanne's hard nipples. And asked if she was paying attention to her heart in the car. Suzanne looks away yes I was. Surprisingly Dr. Amelia asks do you wanna listen to mine? Suzanne in shock says yes.
She couldn't believe that she'd just agreed to this, but the doctor's questions somehow disarmed her. What's the harm in listening to her heartbeat? she thought. Maybe it'll restore the connection she felt only moments before.
The doctor leaned against her desk, her gaze locked on Suzanne. She extended a slender hand and opened her prescription pad, circling a number. "Room 2," she instructed.
Suzanne swallowed hard, unsure of what she was getting herself into. Room 2? she questioned, stumbling over her words.
Dr. Hart seemed so confident and professional. As she moved to the door of Room 2, she hesitated for just a moment before Dr. Hart urged her forward.
As they entered the darkened space, the doctor flipped on a small desk lamp, casting a gentle glow over the examination table. The stark, white walls were painted with shadowy tendrils of darkness creeping in from the corners.
Dr. Hart motioned for Suzanne to sit up on the cold, metal surface, and she complied nervously.
Suzanne felt her breath quicken and her muscles tense as she watched Dr. Hart undo the waistband of her cream-colored lab coat, revealing a white, lacey thong beneath that made Suzanne's eyes widen in surprise. Letting the coat fall to the side, Dr. Hart strutted closer, her heels clicking rhythmically against the pavement.
She hands the stethoscope to Suzanne and told her to go ahead and listen.
Suzanne hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with the weight of the situation. Gazing at Dr. Hart's confident expression, she eventually took the offered instrument and gently placed the cold metal disk on the doctor's warm, smooth skin.
The soft, muffled thrum of a steady heartbeat reached her ears, mesmerizingly slow and constant. Her gaze wanders upwards, meeting Dr. Hart's knowing, captivating eyes.
"That's it," she purrs.
"Let the rhythm of my heart take you."
Suzanne nods, feeling her own heart begin to race as she's swept up in the moment. She presses the cold metal against the doctor's chest, her breath hitching at the first sound of the beating organ. It pounds with a steady, powerful rhythm, taking her over completely.
She feels herself getting lost in the sensual dance, her own heartbeat starting to sync up with that of Dr. Hart's.
She closes her eyes, letting herself luxuriate in the sensual experience.
Dr. Hart takes a step forward, standing directly before Suzanne. She asks do you want to make it go faster? Sure said Suzanne. Dr. Amelia takes Suzanne's other hand and places it on her breast. Go ahead and give it a squeeze. Tease my nipples, make my heart pound.
Suzanne follows the doctor's orders, her hands trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. She reaches out and tentatively squeezes the supple flesh, feeling her fingers sink into the soft mound.
Dr. Hart inhales sharply as Suzanne's cool touch invades her most intimate place. The heat between them swells, and the doctor's breaths comes heavier, faster.
Suzanne feels empowered by her actions, confident like never before. The core of her pelvis vibrates with tension and desire. Suzanne's eyes lock onto Dr. Hart's, Sylvia's previous form fading away, until all there remains is desire personified.
With a devilish grin spreading across Dr. Hart's lips, she reaches behind herself, unclasps her bra, and lets it cascade to the floor. Her perfect, naked breasts stand tall and proud.
Suzanne's gaze lingers there, a purring cat watching its prey. Her tongue snakes out to lick her lips, taking in the full taste of her heart-racing excitement.
Dr. Hart continues squeeze my niples while you listen to my heart.
Suzanne takes a deep breath and places the stethoscope on the doctor's bare chest. The steady thumping fills her ears, making her body hum with an insatiable hunger. Her body is desperate to cum now.
With a newfound boldness, Suzanne reaches up and cups Dr. Hart's breasts in her hands. She feels the weight of them, the nipples harden and the heartbeat seems to quicken under her palms.
She plays with the doctor's niples and can hear the doctor's heart pounding faster.
Suzanne feels the connection growing stronger between them, bringing each of them to the edge of their desire. With a devious smirk, Suzanne says fuck I'm so horny. Dr. Amelia says you got me going too!
Squeezing her niples again Dr. Amelia moans softly at the intense sensation. Let me fix you first then let's see what you can do for me.
Dr. Hart smiles, motioning for Suzanne to lie down on the examination table. Suzanne complies, her heart still racing from the unexpected thrill. Dr. Hart starts to unbutton Suzanne's blouse, her fingers lingering on the fabric for a moment before continuing down the row. With each button that comes undone, Suzanne feels a jolt of excitement.
Dr. Hart's fingers glide over her skin as she traces the outline of Suzanne's lacy white bra.
"I'm going to make you feel things you've never imagined," Dr. Hart whispers, her voice sultry and thick with longing.
Suzanne shudders at the words, her heart hammering in her chest like a caged bird desperate for flight.
Grasping her lacy bra, Dr. Hart unhooks it and lets it fall away, revealing Suzanne's full, bare breasts. The doctor's gaze lingers for a moment before she leans in and gently caresses Suzanne's nipples with her thumbs, eliciting a soft gasp.
Dr. Amelia leans in closer, her lips brushing against Suzanne's ear as she whispers, "I'm going to make you feel so good."
Suzanne could hardly believe what was happening.
The doctor's fingers closed around her erect nipple, sending jolts of pleasure surging through her body. Her heart was racing even more than before, pounding in sync with the throb between her legs. The moment lasted only a moment before the doctor slid her hand away, but the impact was searing, leaving Suzanne breathless and yearning for more.
"Dr. Hart, what... what is happening?" Suzanne stammered, her voice shaking with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
She couldn't believe that this was really happening, but she wasn't about to stop it.
Dr. Hart moved her hand further down, grazing the waistband of Suzanne's pants. Suzanne's breath hitched as the doctor's fingers traced a path along her lower abdomen, igniting a fire deep within her core.
Dr. Hart leaned closer to Suzanne, studying her reaction as she slipped her hand under the hem of her pants. "You're so responsive, Suzanne.
I can't believe how sensitive you are," Dr. Hart murmurs, her fingers tracing the edges of Suzanne's panties. She slides them down, taking care not to break the bond between them as she guides Suzanne's legs apart. The doctor looks up from the spectacle before her, bestowing a seductive smile on the young woman lying before her. "Are you ready for me?"
Suzanne hisses in a breath as the cold air meets her heated core.
She feels vulnerable yet exhilarated as Dr. Hart's gently thumbs brushes against the bare skin of her slit.
"Do you trust me, Suzanne?" Dr. Hart whispers gently, those mysterious brown eyes gazing deeply into hers.
"Yes," Suzanne responds, her voice trembling, but laced with determination.
Without hesitation, Dr. Hart's thumbs trace a line down her inner thighs, invoking a shiver down Suzanne's spine.
"Let's play a little game.
I'm going to touch you, and I want you to tell me exactly what you feel. Can you do that for me?" Dr. Hart asks, her voice soft and sultry.
Suzanne can only nod, her breathing shallow and uneven.
Dr. Hart traces her thumb along the delicate folds of Suzanne's pussy, causing her to gasp.
"Good," Dr. Hart murmurs in approval. She gently circles Suzanne's clit, heightening her sensitivity.
Suzanne arches her back, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Dr. Hart takes that as a signal to increase the pressure, toying and teasing her clit like a finely tuned instrument. Waves of pleasure make their way through Suzanne's body, spreading out like ripples in a pond. In the doctor's skilled fingers, every movement is deliberate and calculated to evoke a response.
The doctor seems to draw out every last ounce of pleasure from Suzanne, her thumb never ceasing its relentless dance against her aching bud.
Suzanne's heart hammers like the pounding of mallets against a drum, growing quicker and more urgent as the waves of pleasure crash around her.
"That's right, Suzanne," Dr. Hart murmurs, her breath hot and sweet against the shell of Suzanne's ear. "Do you like that? Tell me how good it feels."
Suzanne writhes underneath the older woman, grinding her hips harder against the doctor's fingertip. She can feel the growing need in her core, desperate for release as the sensation continues to build up within her.
"Tell me," Dr. Hart demands, her voice low and husky, laced with emotion.
Suzanne breathes out, "It feels...intense, I've never...felt anything quite like this before."
With a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes, Dr. Hart conspiratorially replies, "We haven't even gotten started yet, darling."
Leaning down, she expertly frees Suzanne's swollen clit from the confines of the lace panties, wrapping her slender fingers gently around it.
With her other hand, Dr. Hart tenderly caresses the insides of Suzanne's trembling thighs while she slowly begins to stroke back and forth, teasingly slow.
Suzanne lets out a barely-contained whimper, gripping the sides of the examination table as she tries to keep still. Her heart hammers in her chest, almost drowning out Dr. Hart's gentle words. "Good girl.
Just like that," Dr. Hart coos, her thumb gently strumming against Suzanne's clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Suzanne's body trembles under her touch, her breathing shallow and hot in the coolness of Room 2. She is completely transfixed as the woman she had trusted with her health and welfare now holds her very pleasure in the palms of her hands.
As if pulled by an unbidden force, Suzanne's hips arch towards Dr. Hart, seeking more of that contact. A guttural moan erupts from deep within her as the doctor's skillful fingers begin to gather speed.
Her pussy clenches instinctively at the thought of the forbidden pleasure to come. She tries to steady herself, gripping the edge of the examination table tightly as she feels the orgasm start to build within her at a maddeningly slow pace.
Her breath comes out in quick, stuttered gasps, and her breasts rise and fall as her heart races.
"Oh my God, yes," Suzanne breathes out, throwing her head back with reckless abandon. It's just her and the doctor now – lost in their own world.
Dr. Hart smirks, knowing exactly the effect she has on Suzanne. She keeps her fingers moving – the perfect rhythm, the perfect pressure, just enough to bring Suzanne close to the brink.
The doctor's other hand, slick with lubricant, begins to tease Suzanne's entrance, readying her for the next step.
Suzanne, her body trembling and shivering beneath the doctor's expert touch, gasps as she feels the doctor's fingers enter her wetness. "Oh God, yes, right there," she moans as a second finger slides in alongside the first, filling her up completely.
It feels good; too good, but she can't seem to get enough.
"More," Suzanne growls, pushing her hips up and grinding her pelvis into the doctor's hand. Dr. Hart chuckles deep in her throat while gently squeezing Suzanne's nipples through her satin bra, making Suzanne's heart rate quicken even more. She widens her legs and lets out another groan as Dr. Hart's fingers slide deep into her, probing and exploring her hot, wet insides.
Suzanne squeezes her breast harder, the pain burning just how she likes it, right at her core.
Her pussy throbs in response, her walls clenching the air as she involuntarily squeezes the doctor's fingers still buried deep within her.
"Please," Suzanne murmurs. Her chest heaves. "I can't bear it anymore." That's all Dr. Hart needs to hear. Her hand shifts from teasingly slow to a lightning-fast tempo, her fingers pressing into the folds of Suzanne's fervent heat, brushing against the bundle of nerves aching for release.
Suzanne arches her back in response, mewling and twisting underneath the overwhelming sensation.
"Right there. Jesus fuck, yes!" she gasps, her fists knotted against the edges of the examination table. The doctor grips her hips and pulls her in close, delivering an earth-shattering thrust. The drumroll of Suzanne's heart reaches a fever pitch, the thumping carrying her higher and higher as the delicate dance of penetration continues.
"Right there," Suzanne hisses, lost in the building sensations. "Harder."
Dr. Hart obliges, pushing deeper, increasing the rhythm as her fingers curl to meet the spongy roughness of Suzanne's G-spot. It feels sublime as the two rub together in a maddeningly pleasurable grind. Tension coils in the pit of Suzanne's stomach, an electric storm of pleasure radiating to every nerve in her body.
It's here, at last, she thinks.
As the waves of pleasure build, Suzanne's heart hammers in her chest, a primal, thunderous rhythm that matches the rhythm of the doctor's expert touch. The ecstasy cuts through all the confusion and doubt that plague her daily life, leaving only the pure essence of desire in her mind.
"Take all of me, please, doctor," she begs, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sheer intensity of the moment.
Dr. Hart smiles darkly, knowing that she has found something special in her patient.
She pumps her fingers faster, hitting that sweet spot again and again. Suzanne's eyes roll back, and her breathing becomes ragged.
"Oh, God, doctor! I'm so fucking close!"
Dr. Hart leans in, her lips brushing against Suzanne's ear. "Yes, my dear. Let it all go. I want to feel you shatter beneath me."
Her words are like a spark to tinder. With a guttural cry, Suzanne's body convulses as she comes hard.
The force of her orgasm pushes her back into the cold metal of the examination table, her heart hammering inside her chest, waves of release rippling through her as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her.
"Yes, there you go. You're doing great," Dr. Hart murmurs, increasing the pressure with each thrust. The slick sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, punctuated by Suzanne's cries of passion.
Dr. Hart feels herself getting lost in the moment, too. She hasn't stopped fingering her.
Suzanne can feel another orgasm building. This one feels bigger than the last.
More intense. A tidal wave crashes over her, sweeping her away, spinning her in wild, uncharted waters. She wants this to go on forever.
Suzanne cries out again, the sounds tearing through her throat, as waves crash over her for what feels like an eternity.
The aftershocks ripple through her as Dr. Hart slowly removes her fingers and presses a gentle kiss against her breast.
After a moment, the doctor stands up and looks down at the trembling, panting girl on the table before her.
Holy fuck I needed that Suzanne says.
Dr. Hart looks down at the girl, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of satisfaction, amusement, and something almost predatory.
Suzanne pushes herself onto her elbows, taking a moment to gather her wits about her. She notices Dr. Hart is fully naked and that sends a thrill through her body.
She watches as the doctor moves to stand in front of her patient, hands coming to rest on her hips as she tilts her chin upwards to meet the younger woman's gaze.
Now it's my turn. Have you ever pleasured a woman before? Asks Dr Heart.
Suzanne shakes her head with a hint of shyness seeping through her. She feels her cheeks burn as the doctor locks eyes with her. Dr Hart smiles and leans in, cupping Suzanne's face and kissing her gently on the lips. Suzanne gasps at the sensation, her body tingling with excitement. The doctor takes advantage of this, deepening the kiss and exploring Suzanne's mouth with her tongue. Suzanne responds eagerly, kissing back with equal intensity.
The doctor guides her hands gently to the curve of her hips, encouraging her on. Suzanne's heart hammers in her chest; it's so fast that she can feel every beat coursing through her veins.
Dr. Hart takes her time, savoring the hungry kisses of the 20-year-old girl she has just brought to orgasm. With a wicked grin, the doctor whispers, "You can touch me, too, you know."
Suzanne nods meekly in response, unsure of where to start.
She has seen Dr. Hart's breasts, but never has she touched them like this. Yet, she wants to. Oh, how she wants to. She feels herself getting aroused all over again. Her pulse quickens, muscles tense, and mouth dries up. She reaches up tentatively, gingerly brushing the doctor's hip bone.
Noticing her hesitance, Dr. Hart gently takes her hand in hers and presses the back of Suzanne's trembling fingers against her aroused flesh.
"Here, feel. I'll guide you," she whispers, her breath hot and sweet against Suzanne's ear as she nuzzles into the crook of Suzanne's neck.
Suzanne can't believe the course her day has taken, but she can't deny the growing desire coursing through her veins. The feel of Dr. Hart's firm, yet supple body, beneath her hungry hands and lips, ignites a primal fire deep within her.
Dr. Hart's smile widens, her eyes sparkling in the soft light of the room. "Feel free to explore, Suzanne. It's one of the best ways to learn," she murmurs, seductively guiding Suzanne's hand upwards, gently tracing the curve of her breast before settling onto her erect nipple."Squeeze, pull, or knead - just figure out what you like most."
Suzanne swallows hard, the rhythm of her heartbeat echoing loudly between her ears.
With fingers that tremble, she squeezes and kneads the doctor's nipple. Unsure of her own strength, she casts a furtive glance at Dr. Hart, who responds favorably to the touch. Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she leans back into Suzanne's embrace. Emboldened, Suzanne rolls the sensitive nub between her fingertips, eliciting a soft moan from the older woman.
"Just like that," Dr. Hart encourages her, her voice sultry and thick with desire.
"Yes, just like that, Suzanne. Feel free to explore my body as I did yours."
With a newfound confidence, Suzanne brushes her thumb over the nipple and watches as it hardens under her touch. She repeats the motion, flicking it gently. Hart's breathing hitches, and her hands grip the edge of the table.
Suzanne feels a thrill of excitement run through her body as she realizes she has the power to affect this woman.
Her heart thrums with adrenaline and desire, her hands now steady on Dr. Hart's breasts, her palms cradling the heavy weight.
She pinches the nipple lightly, rolling it between her fingers, and watches the doctor's face for a reaction. Dr. Hart draws in a sharp breath, her mouth parting in a silent O. Emboldened, Suzanne repeats the action, increasing the pressure slightly, and Dr. Hart's lips curl into a soft moan.
Suzanne feels the power she has over Dr. Hart, and it excites her even more.
The room fills with the sounds of their heavy breathing and soft moans as they explore each other's bodies, the smell of their combined arousal filling the air.
Dr. Hart angles her body towards Suzanne, bringing her breast to Suzanne's waiting mouth. Suzanne greedily devours the tender flesh, flicking her tongue over the swollen, sensitive nub.
Dr. Hart groans, her head falling back as she gives herself over to the pleasure. Suzanne relishes in the way Dr. Hart writhes beneath her, her hips bucking up to meet Suzanne's mouth, her breathing heavy and ragged. Suzanne feels the heat between her legs flaring anew, a new wave of arousal washing through her.
With her other hand, she slides the thin band of Dr. Hart's panties down, groaning as the smooth, warm skin of the older woman's pussy greets her palm.
Dr. Hart's body trembles as Suzanne's fingers dip into her wetness, probing deeper, seeking an answer to the riddle of her arousal.
Suzanne's fingers move with intention, each one a stroke against the doctor's slick flesh. In and out, she teases the other woman's pussy, admiring the way her own fingers glisten with Dr. Hart's juices.
Suzanne feels a sense of pride and power as she explores the depth and heat of the other woman's sex, knowing that her own touch is the cause of Dr. Hart's unraveling.
With each tender stroke, Dr. Hart moans deeper and louder, urging Suzanne to continue and delve deeper into her core. Suzanne complies, dipping two fingers into her wetness and curving them to the roof of her folds, finding the sweet spot that makes the doctor buck and writhe even more.
She rubs her fingers against it in a steady rhythm, mimicking the motion of a cock pistoning in and out of a tight, gripping pussy.
"That's right, honey," Dr. Hart breathes hotly against Suzanne's ear. "You've got it now."
Suzanne continues pleasuring the doctor, their breaths and bodies intermingling in a dance as old as time. She feels her own desire growing, and she slips her other hand down to between her legs, panties already damp from earlier.
She slips a finger underneath them, finding the swollen nub of her own clit, now so sensitive from everything that came before.
Hearing the doctor's low moans in her ear makes it even hotter for her, the dirty talk they share has Suzanne on the edge, ready to burst.
She feels herself rapidly reaching that critical point, but she doesn't want to come just yet; she wants to savor this feeling of power and pleasure as long as she can.
Her breath hitches as she pushes into her tightness with two fingers, immediately curling them upwards to strike that electrifying nerve bundle deep within her.
Dr. Hart moves her hips in rhythm with Suzanne, their bodies becoming one in the frenzy of lust-filled moments.
Their moans fill the cold, white room as their hands search and touch different parts of their bodies. The scent of entangled arousal fuels their hunger, rendering Suzanne's mouth greedy and ravenous, kissing the doctor's breasts with an insatiable hunger for more.
Dr. Hart can feel her own orgasm about to explode as Suzanne's expert fingers continue to rub her G-spot. She tightens her grip on the edge of the table, legs quivering, her heartbeat erratic. The room fills with warmth, suffusing her entire being while she lets out a low, guttural growl.
"That's right, doctor, come for me," Suzanne whispers, her voice trembling with need as Dr. Hart's muscles squeeze against her fingers.
"Fuck, Suzanne. You feel incredible. What the hell are you doing to me?"
"I'm giving you what you want, aren't I?" Suzanne responds, feeling a mix of power and lust coursing through her veins. She adds another finger to her pussy, probing deeper into Dr. Hart's cervix, eliciting a clicking sound as her body conforms to each thrust. Suzanne swallows hard, her heart thrumming in her chest.
She never expected such a turn of events, but the illicit thrill of this secret encounter surges through her, and her trepidation melts into hot desire.
She takes Dr. Hart's responsive hips in her hands, gripping them tightly as she relentlessly fingers the doctor's dripping pussy. Her thumb strums Dr. Hart's clit, eliciting lustful sounds that harmonize with Suzanne's own pleasure.
Suzanne's heart thunders in her chest as she feels the doctor's muscles grip her fingers rhythmically in an onslaught of ecstasy. With each wave of sensation, Hart's moans grow louder and needier.
"Suzanne, oh my God," Hart chokes out, gripping the edge of the examination table until her fingers turn white. Sweat gathers on her brow as her breath catches, her muscles trembling with each ridge of sensations that courses through her body with each of Suzanne's thrusts.
Suzanne feels a heady rush of triumph as she hears Dr. Hart's strangled cry, a beautiful sound that ricochets around the room like the sweetest music.
Her body a taut bowstring, Dr. Hart's eyes roll back into her head as her whole body shudders in release.
Suzanne feels Dr. Hart's pussy flex around her fingers, the contractions of pleasure a visible thing against her fingertips.
She pulls back and watches the doctor, enraptured by the primal scene before her.
Waves of pleasure have reduced Dr. Hart to quivers, her muscles spasming around Suzanne's fingers as she continues to knead and push inside her.
Suzanne can't help but feel the heat rising again through her own core as she observes her creation and takes a moment to relish in the sight. She has never felt so alive, so powerful, so goddamn wet. The doctor's orgasm was the most beautiful and intimate scene Suzanne had ever witnessed.
Suzanne continued to play with her own clit watching the doctor have aftershocks of her own orgasm.
The sight was so intoxicating that it set Suzanne off once more.
"God damnit, Suzanne," Dr. Hart cried out as Suzanne's fingers began to dance over her own swollen clit. Dr. Hart watch from above auspiciously.
"God, I've never felt anything like this before. I feel like I'm bursting from the inside."
Dr. Hart could see the wetness seeping from the young woman's panties as she furtively touched herself.
Watching the doctor cum brought on her own orgasm.
She couldn't hold back anymore. Suzanne's hips bucked, and her back arched as she rode the wave of pleasure to its peak. The doctor's eyes widened as she watched Suzanne come hard, her pussy pulsing and grasping at nothing.
"Holy fuck," Suzanne murmured, still trembling and gasping for breath. "That was intense."
Dr. Hart grinned, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. "You were amazing, Suzanne.
Gorgeous and wild in your pleasure," Dr. Hart whispers, still catching her breath. She stretches out, letting her hands explore Suzanne's wet, pleasure-ravaged flesh, lingering on the areas where she feels her patient's pulse drumming beneath her fingertips.
Suzanne feels her already-overheated skin tingle at the older woman's touch.
"Shit I gotta go. I have to meet my husband later." Dr Heart says.
Husband? Suzanne said curiously.
"Yes, my husband. But don't worry, he doesn't need to know about this. Our relationship isn't... typical." The doctor chuckled, a soft, knowing sound. "No, it doesn't seem like it. And neither does yours, my dear."
As Suzanne leave she can't believe what just happened.
She thought she was just coming in for a routine check-up and physical examination with Dr. Hart, but now, she is left questioning the "typical" nature of their relationship. Suzanne, however, is unable to suppress the smirk on her face as she gets into her car, her body still humming with pleasure.
She sits there and thinks does this make me bisexual? She wasn't sure, but one thing was certain: her body had responded to the touch of Dr. Hart in a way that she had never experienced before.
She didn't know that the doctor was married or anything like that. And what's not typical of what they do?
She starts the engine and looks out at the sprawling cityscape, her mind whirling with thoughts and questions.
The taste of the doctor's lips on her own still lingered in her mouth, and the feel of her hands on her body is something she cannot shake from her memory. She runs her fingers over the curve of her breasts, now engorged and sore from the intensity of her orgasm.
Her car's GPS navigator offers its usual advice, but Suzanne taps the screen to silence it. She finds herself lost in the memories of her encounter with the doctor, her pulses still thrumming with the fire of her passion.