1. The Good Doctor


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Job/Place-of-work, Older Male / Female, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    purple satin looking blouse, button up with a wide collar. I shit you not, she was showing no cleavage but her breasts just had that look. You know, some girls can fake it if close using a push up bra. But those great looking tits, where they start high up, above the arm pits, had good heft, uniformly dispersed, buoyant and full, giving that rounded under slope through the garment. Now I am an ass, man. I have always been an assman, and great legs and a bubble butt easily win out to me 99% of the time. Patricia had neither, her breasts were flat saddle back flaps, small in size and girth. They were purely functional, and that was before the kids. But again, I am an ass man, so that never bothered me. Until that day. That day I saw near perfection, or what hinted at it. Even an ass man, confronted with shameless, bursting with pride perfect tits, melts like butter on a hot roll. "Hi! I'm Angie!" She squeaked in a bubbly voice, her eyes fluttering once, a sly smirk now on those great lips. She had the type of lips where she had a lot of control over them, very muscled, very versatile. But that fucking smirk, it was the kind only really hot women who know they are hot can do. A look that says 'you're gonna just do what I tell you eventually anyway . . right?' And they are absolutely correct, we do, every time, like idiots. Well usually like idiots, but even a broken clock is right once a day, and it is amazing to be that clock! "Um, well what can I do for you Angie?" Amazed I ...
    kept my voice level. I felt like I was in middle school, talking to the "it" girl. "Um, well I was supposed to talk to Suzanne? About a job?" "Oh, well she has gone home, what, what time was your appointment?" "Well . . . . 4." "It's 5:25 Angie. I have a busy office, if you . . . " "It's not my fault, I swear." her voice got rushed and panicky. "I was on the Interstate and, and my tire went flat and I had to pull over, and, and it has this locking bolt on it and I couldn't get it fixed until some stopped to help me!" Angie said, blinking fast, the smirk gone, she almost looked like she was going to cry. Not a pouty look but an honest to God breakdown look. Yes I like to be the good guy, yes I wanted to help. But I have to be honest that I was also already smitten. She was so cute, and sexy and she was just perfect to me, to what I wish I had. I tell you if Patricia had even been 10% interested in sex, I wouldn't be such a pathetic guy. But women just don't understand what a back up of baby batter does to a guy. Anyway, I just couldn't turn her away. "Well tell you what, come on in for a bit and I can give you an interview and let Suzanna know how you did. Ok?" "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you. . ." "Alright, alright, here sit down over there." I said pointing to the chair on the opposite side of the glasses fitting station. She sat down and crossed her legs, her thigh pushing along the fabric. God she was hot. I sat across from her, trying not to stare at her too ...
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