Jennifer's Obsession: The Good Doc

It was eleven o'clock and Jennifer was sat in the waiting room, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor, of a Dr. A. Thomas' clinic; he was a psychiatrist. At about two minutes past eleven, Jennifer jumped to her feet and pattered towards the exit. "Mrs Bloom, go through now, the doctor's ready to see you," a bitter-looking old lady hissed as if it were too much trouble to be telling her so, even though it was part her job to do so. Jennifer stopped and did an about turn. She stood motionless for a moment and was sucking her teeth, before doing another about turn and pattered towards the exit again. "Just send me the bill for today, I've changed my mind," she ordered as she went.

"Jennifer, my room's this way," a strangely familiar voice said. She stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"My God, Alan. Who in the bloody hell let you open a practice?!" Jennifer exclaimed, jokingly, as she rushed up to him and kissed him on both cheeks thinking that he looked the same, but different somehow. He wrapped his arms tightly around her in response, giving her an enthusiastic embrace; it was so enthusiastic her feet almost lifted clear of the floor. A loud cough from one of the patients waiting to see another psychiatrist reminded them of where they were, and they quickly released each other both feeling a little carried away with themselves. "This way Miss Bloom," Alan said, his hand gesturing the direction she should take. He was trying exceedingly hard to appear professional and was performing quite terribly. Jennifer took her cue and skipped into his room, beaming, with her cute and colourful, summer dress breezing with the movement.

They'd known each other as kids, grew up together, and they'd even went to the same University for a while; Andrew changed courses after a year, though, and as a result, Universities (he'd realised environmental science wasn't for him and decided to study psychiatry, hence the practice). Jennifer had studied biology, although her real interest had been in sports physiology - she'd realised in her final year and it was too late to change, but she completed her degree and decided to take a post-graduate course in sport and exercise science to compensate, hence her work as a personal-trainer.

Back in the room, Jennifer had made herself comfortable on a swivel chair in front of Alan's mahogany desk and was childishly spinning back and forth on it. Alan meanwhile had stretched himself out on the rather expensive-looking, leather couch that was to right of Jennifer.

"What do you think, Jen? I bet you never thought I'd have patients of my own, did you? I can't believe it myself sometimes... who in their right mind would let me have patients to look after, hey? Alan said, finishing by holding his hands outwards with palms up in disbelief at himself.

"I wouldn't, for sure. I know you too well," Jennifer replied as she sprang out of her seat and rushed over to Alan. "Come on, let me have a go," she continued, impatiently pulling the doctor from the couch by his arms. Alan slipped himself from the couch and Jennifer promptly took his place.

"So tell me, about your childhood," he said seriously, sitting himself in the seat that sat at the top of the couch but just away from it. "I'll bet it was disturbed; it must have been, I was there," he continued, laughing out aloud.

"Remember playing doctors and nurses in the shed?" Jennifer enthused, laughing to herself as images of their curious, prepubescent bodies flashed through her mind.

"Mmm, those were the days, hey?" he said, thoughtfully. "No worries and all fun – where did it all go wrong?" he asked himself rather than Jennifer, as he stared blankly at the wall.

Jennifer propped herself up on her elbows and twisted her head around to face him, a little concerned at the tone in which he'd spoken.

"What am I like? Come on, what's up?" he said, his tone reverting to one a little more upbeat. Jennifer looked at him, her eyebrows raised. He rose to his feet and paced across the room, shaking his head in disgust at himself he did so. Jennifer slipped her feet from the couch and came to an upright seated position, watching Alan awkwardly fiddling with his tie for a moment and looking quite uncomfortable.

"Do you fancy going out for an hour or two and just having some fun? he said, with considerable animation. He stared hard at her, holding his breath as he waited for her reply. She thought for a moment.

"Yeah... I'd like that very much actually," she replied, nodding her head in agreement, smiling, and secretly surprised by the realisation of the simplicity of the solution Alan proffered to life's problems.

Alan raced up to her, his stance wide and alive. "Great, let's go," he roared, his face awash with eagerness as he reached out and offered his hand to Jennifer. Now that's the Alan I know, Jennifer thought, his face now reminding her of the man she once knew all those years ago – he looked happy, and dangerous; he had that look that said 'hold on tight'. Jennifer took his hand and leapt to her feet.

"Where're we going?" she said, feeling like a child being dragged off on some crazy caper by a bigger, bossier, and naughtier child. As they reached the door he released her hand and stretched over his desk, grabbing his jacket.

"Anywhere, let's just get out of here for starters," he replied as he slipped his jacket on and led the way out, breathing deeply now. He cancelled his remaining appointments for that day as he strode through the waiting room not stopping to give an explanation; Jennifer hurried behind.

In the elevator, Alan was leaning against a side wall with his hands in his pockets and looking at Jennifer; there was mischief written all over him. Jennifer watched him, smiling and half afraid of exactly what was on his mind. "Show me yours," he said, tongue-in-cheek as he unzipped his trousers and waved a floppy cock at her in a childish manner. Jennifer laughed as her mind raced back to the first time she'd seen Alan's penis; it was a happy, nostalgic feeling.

"Alright," she said, squeezing her palms against her thighs and slowly lifting them, taking the flowery-patterned dress with her; her gaze fleeted back and forth between his face and his cock as she did so. A naked and very closely-cropped triangle appeared as her hands sexily crept up her body. Alan's flaccid cock instantly became rigid as he studied the toned legs that helped to form the neat triangle between them, and they were attached to the most beautiful, curvaceous hips he'd ever seen – he could feel his intellect drowning as the base drive to reproduce firmly forced him down the evolutionary tree and into the water; his cerebrum was shutting down and leaving him with only the most basic instincts, and he wasn't hungry, tired, or thirsty.

"I don't remember it looking like that, Alan; it's so much bigger now, you've become such a beast," she whispered sexily before lifting her palms clear of her body and letting the dress fall neatly back into place with a little wriggle of those damned hips that would surely get her into trouble one day. Alan's face had become predator-like in its expression but Jennifer failed to maintain her act and exploded with laughter. Alan's higher powers fired up again, quelling the primate within, and he lunged at her with arms outstretched to tickle her all over. Jennifer tried to defend herself as they slapped, wrestled and tickled each other like children, laughing madly and loudly as they tumbled about the elevator.

They barely heard the binging sound of the elevator over the furore they'd created but they did manage to feel it grinding to a halt. Alan's face was a picture of panic as he jumped behind Jennifer, knowing his cock was still enjoying the outdoors. Jennifer snatched her hand behind her back and closed it, tightly, around his exposed flesh. His heart pounded as he pulled at her hand trying frantically to free himself so he could zip himself up before the doors opened, but she had a grip like a champion arm-wrestler and wasn't letting go.

He was peeling at her fingers as the blandly-coloured, metal doors slid open to reveal an old lady waiting to step aboard. Alan squashed up close to Jennifer's rear as he raised his hand to his face, making out he was massaging his temples with his thumb and index finger. Jennifer silently giggled; Alan knew because he saw her shoulders hunch up and felt his cock being pulled as a consequence.

As the doors closed behind the old lady, Jennifer started to slowly massage his cock. Alan couldn't help but instinctively respond by immediately regaining the erection he'd lost when he attacked Jennifer - God knows he didn't want to; not with the old-aged-pensioner there. He coughed as if it were some sort of signal to Jennifer to behave and let him go. The old lady looked at him. Alan's already red face reddened some more as he looked everywhere else except at the old lady; he could have passed as an elevator engineer doing an inspection.

Jennifer started sliding her grip up and down his shaft now that he stiffened sufficiently to do so, but slowly so as not to give away her hand movement to any bystanders. Alan's embarrassment gradually began to fade as he hardened some more, its effects slackening the restraints on the animal within but not completely setting him free, yet. He glanced at the old woman to check she wasn't watching him, and pressed the palm of his right hand up against the soft skin on the back of Jennifer's thigh, just above knee height but below the line of her dress; she wasn't expecting it and flinched a little. Having already seen she wasn't wearing any knickers, he slid his hand up under her covering and onto her bare buttock where he began gently rubbing, squeezing, and cupping it with his hand. Jennifer felt her breathing deepen and noticed she'd started pursing her lips a little. He glanced down at the bare flesh he'd just exposed and slid his hand down and centre to be greeted by the hot and slightly wet feel of her sensitive folds of flesh. She flinched again as he made contact with her and momentarily lost the rhythm she'd developed on his proud piece of anatomy. Alan looked at the old lady again before slipping a fingertip between her pussy-lips and thinking how lucky it was that this elevator didn't have any mirrors. Jennifer could feel her face redden now but not through embarrassment; it was because of the increased blood flow that the touch of a man's hand between a woman's legs caused. She caught herself blowing out hard over gritted teeth and immediately tried to control it. The elevator continued to rise.

Alan managed to get his finger in and started to wriggle it about – Jennifer's hand tightening on his cock told him she liked it. Bing, the elevator sounded before grinding to a halt again. The white-haired, old lady turned to face them. They both froze but left their hands where they were; if they tried to move them now they'd definitely give the game away.

"Get a room," she croaked sharply, before hobbling through the opening doors of the elevator, smiling to herself. Jennifer looked over her shoulder at Alan. Their surprised faces met and they burst out laughing.

The doors slid shut and as they did, Alan grabbed Jennifer by the back of the neck and forced her upper body forward with a jolt. The shock of it forced Jennifer's grip to slacken and the cock she was holding sprang loose as she was physically coerced into adopting a toe-touching position, only with her hands on her knees. With his right hand he flung her dress up over her backside and pursed his lips at the view; two golden-brown, firm humps of flesh, like a pair of cannon-balls, with a little dark-coloured mound just beneath and poking out between them. "My word, it's good to see you again Jennifer," he exclaimed, before making a noise that was a little like a dog's growl and then squashing up to her in a hasty effort to intimately unite. Jennifer couldn't help but look at the floor – she could see in the highly polished, metal, mirror-like floor, a fairly decent reflection of her naked mound and smiled to herself as she considered what the old lady had probably seen. The elevator hadn't moved as yet but 'binged' again.

"Shit," Alan said, as he drew back with a jump, yanking Jennifer upright as he did so by her long, wavy, brunette locks. Her dress fell as she rose while Alan fumbled with his zipper as some middle-aged chap in a suit entered the elevator; he looked about the small box they were all stood in as if looking for the sexual tension he could undoubtedly sense in this restricted atmosphere - Alan wished there was a window he could open to let some of it out; it was making him feel quite stifled. Jennifer squashed her mouth together tightly and blocking off the escape route for a giggle as she heard a 'zzzzip'. The elevator at last reached the ground and Alan audibly exhaled as the doors opened and the intensity of the moment gushed outwards and dissipated in the voluminous space of the reception area. The middle-aged chap stepped out with a sort of bewildered look about him, almost as if he'd just endured something of a paranormal nature. Jennifer, giggling, stepped out and with a flick of her wrist gave Alan a naughty peep at her right buttock as she did so. Alan rushed out behind her, touching the buttock he'd just seen but having to make do with the feel of it through her dress.

As they wound their way through the busy city streets they chatted and laughed, just like in the old days, and Alan revelled in the attention that only a body like Jennifer's could command from passers-by; he'd acquired a spring in his step and was walking rather tall. As they passed the museum Alan, by placing his hand at her waist, guided her towards the street entrance of a multi-storey car-park. "So where are we heading?" Jennifer enquired, excitedly, as she happily accepted his direction – Alan had always led them off on whacky adventures as kids and that's exactly how she felt now; like a kid.

"I'm parked on the roof," Alan said, pressing the button for the elevator repeatedly.

Jennifer barged past him. "Race you up there," she replied, darting up the steps as Alan recovered from the collision. A trifle disorientated he spun around, catching a glimpse of Jennifer disappearing around the corner leading to the next flight of steps. Unable to resist the challenge Alan bounded after her, starting to get himself in a fluster as he scrambled up the first two flights of stairs and having almost barged another member of the public to the ground in the process.

As he peered up the third flight he halted - Jennifer had stopped to bend over and flip her dress up over her backside in a manner not unlike that of a naughty schoolgirl. He was surprised to hear a loud, collective gasp as he studied the daring work of art boldly displayed before him. Jennifer looked to her right, sort of giggled and screamed at the same time, and raced onwards and upwards laughing almost hysterically as she went (the elevator doors must have opened giving the passengers a rather unexpected but pleasing eyeful). Alan smiled to himself and shook his head before rushing back into the race.

As Jennifer reached the seventh floor she stopped again, waiting for Alan who'd obviously missed a few training sessions of late, Jennifer had concluded. Breathing hard and heavy, Alan eventually came into Jennifer's view. She punctually grabbed at the bottom seam of her dress and began raising it up high over her head. Her action had the same effect as a bullet through the chest would have on the doctor; it stopped him dead in his tracks.

The first he saw was those finely honed, golden-brown upper thighs, which had reddened a little from the muscle-pump she'd acquired from tackling all those steps. The dress rose some more and Alan got another look at those hips that only God could have created, and to make matters worse she'd started to move them like an experienced stripper who knew exactly how to work the punters. The good doctor closely examined the shapely perfection of her shaded triangle as it danced, teasingly, from side-to-side. He gripped the railing, still breathing hard; I'd run a thousand flights of stairs to see this, he thought, having to alter the positioning of his enlarging cock with his free hand. Her tiny waist came into view and he imagined how it would feel to have his hands clasped tightly around it making her ride his erection like a champion jockey. Alan was momentarily distracted by a noise he heard down below and turned away to glance down the steps he'd just climbed to see if some-one was coming – there wasn't.

The rising of her dress faltered a little as its material clung firmly to her melon-like breasts, but soon peeled away to let them plop out into the stale, earthy-smelling air of the car-park stairwell. She held the dress up high over her head with arms outstretched, showing it all off and gyrating like an exotic belly-dancer; he thought he may even hear the music if only he could stop breathing so hard. Then her right arm dropped downwards and caused the right side of her dress to fall haphazardly onto that side, but he could still clearly see her left breast and, of course, that enchanting triangle. Her hand slid down over her belly-button and came to rest between her legs; the touch of her hand down there made her eyes close, not that Alan would notice mind you. He could make out her fingers moving between the folds of flesh and started to feel a little jealous of the fact that it wasn't his fingers doing it or better still, his cock. Jennifer momentarily peeped out of the one eye that wasn't covered by her dress because she needed a glimpse of Alan's face – she lived to see the look of a man utterly consumed by desire for her. Satisfied, her partially-opened eye softly closed again to match the other. Alan felt a rush of blood rip through him, making him tackle the steps in three-at-a-time bounds. She heard the slaps of his soles on the concrete steps; it made her open her eyes and she saw what she already knew – Alan was rapidly advancing. She quickly brushed her dress down and light-footedly scampered up the next several flights of stairs to the roof, laughing again. Alan followed closely behind knowing his prey was soon to be cornered, and taken.

As Jennifer exited the stairwell, its stale air gave way to a fresh, breezy one, and the brightness of the sun dazzled her. She ran over to the farthest side of the roof, looking over her shoulder excitedly as she did so. Just as the door slammed itself shut, Alan came barging through like a husband arriving home knowing there's another man in the house. Not giving a thought to having been beaten by a woman, he strode over towards Jennifer with a victor's swagger. She cringed as he neared, fearing a prolonged tickling assault and had already begun laughing in anticipation. Crouching forward and holding her hands out in front of herself, she retreated down the gap which a Lexus and the rooftop wall afforded until her backside touched up against the chest-high wall behind her; she was cornered. He jumped at her, grabbing at her waist. Within seconds he'd subdued his quarry and pulled her tightly up against himself, kissing her hard on the mouth; it was if he was trying to pack all those years they'd been apart into this one, long, heated kiss, and he was succeeding! She felt as though she were melting, before the desire to return the earnestness with which he kissed her saved her from the puddle-like fate. The electricity of the moment increased to such a level their bodies temporarily shutdown to save their hearts from going into fibrillation – they'd stopped kissing and if anyone could see them they'd probably mistake them for mannequins, unless they were close enough to witness the inferno burning in their eyes that is. She felt like the typical damsel in distress atop the tower she'd been imprisoned in, and Alan was her proverbial knight in shining armour – she was his for the taking.