"Hello," I said.
The doctor looked even hotter than the week before. She wore a tan business jacket that showed off a splash of pink lace underneath. Her brown skirt covered most of her lovely legs but hugged them tightly.
"It looks like you brought what I asked," she said, while motioning to the red duffle bag in my hand.
"Uh, yeah," I said. "The two hottest outfits, just like you asked."
"Good," she said. "Let's get to work."
I followed her and that lovely scent down the hall to her office. She closed the door behind her and went for her chair. A video camera sat on a tripod near the sofa. But it was pointed at the floor and didn't seem to be on, so I ignored it. I sat on the edge of the sofa with the duffle bag between my feet.
"Let's see what you've got," Dr. Dross said.
I unzipped the duffle bag and laid Ann's outfits on the sofa next to me. My heart began to pump faster as my fingers touched the lace and silk. A woody began to rise in my jeans.
"Are you becoming aroused?" the doctor asked.
I looked up. She had a sly smile on her face.
"How did you know?" I asked.
Dr. Dross stood up and unzipped the back of her skirt. When she let go, it fell to the floor. Except for her high heels, she was naked from the waist down. The doctor had a big, healthy red bush like the chicks I'd seen in old issues of Playboy. Her pubic hair was well groomed but not buzzed and waxed like the girls do today.
"You see," the doctor said. "I am an expert in knowing what my patients want and how to give it to them. I knew what to do with you the minute you said you wanted to fuck your step mother."
The doctor stepped up on the couch, moved behind me and then sat down with her legs straddling me and her tits pressing against my back. Her hands slid up my torso and found my tits. Goosebumps popped on my skin as her thumbs and forefingers closed on my nipples.
