Chapter 5
The surgery was uneventful. There were fewer patients than usual, and several only for new prescriptions or certificates excusing them from work.
Long before eight, I was free. I had no evening calls to make, and I was able to relax with a stiff whisky and soda and a good cigar until the wicked stepfather was due at nine.
He arrived promptly and fidgeted nervously. . . he was a very worried man! I never let him off the hook for an instant; and, when he left about half an hour later, I was reasonably confident that he would leave young Susan severely alone from then on, even if he did satisfy his insatiable lust elsewhere unknown to the much-relieved Mrs. Wright. He was very devoted to her in many ways; but, like a lot of men who are oversexed, he couldn't bear to have all his eggs in one basket.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the back of him, and went through into the lounge again to watch Television and have a couple of shorts before bedtime.
At ten-thirty I suddenly remembered my promise to phone Miss Wilkinson, and looked up the number in our local directory.
She answered the phone herself and recognized my voice.
"Oh, it's you doctor," she said, "I was beginning to think you had forgotten me."
"I'm sorry if I'm rather late phoning, but I had a long surgery, and a special patient to see afterwards; so I trust you will forgive me. How are you feeling? None the worse I trust?"
"No, indeed no, Doctor, thanks to you and your prompt and effective remedy." I could detect a trace of amusement in her voice, which sounded just as attractive over the telephone. "You know I don't really regret having dragged you out on your errand of mercy, though I know I should really. . . but the facts is, I found your visit so .stimulating. I do hope we shall meet again soon." She laughed as she tried to visualize the expression on my face.
My heart missed a beat. What did , she mean 'stimulating'?
Had she really been conscious when I fucked her and playing possum? I couldn't believe it. No, I was misconstruing her phrase.
"Well, I was only too glad to be of service," I replied, playing it safe. "We all find ourselves in awkward predicaments at some time or another. Hope the anesthetic wasn't too long before it worked itself off?"
Again that pleasant little laugh. "Oh, no, doctor, thank heavens! Otherwise I shouldn't have found your visit so stimulating, should I?"
I was speechless. She knew! I was certain of it. . . there was no other possible explanation for her words.
There was a long silence. Then she said sweetly: "Surprised, aren't you, doctor? I wish I could see your face at this minute. And to think you never guessed! I fooled an astute man like you, completely ... I ought to be very proud of my acting capabilities, oughtn't I? But it was a real test of will-power, I can assure you. I did so want to show how much I enjoyed and just how much I appreciated your diagnosis of my trouble and haste to remedy it!"
We both burst out laughing. I could not admire the way she had taken my unsolicited onslaught on her defenseless body, and the clever way in which she had contrived to not scare me away.
"You will continue the treatment from time to time, won't you, doctor," she asked coyly.
"Yes, Miss Wilkinson," I replied, "You must not think you can be fully cured with one injection. . . I must insist on prescribing a series of similar injections, possibly with an increased dose to be sure there is no reoccurrence of your depressions and acute symptoms of frustration. I shall give the matter my personal attention, and you must phone me if you feel the fits coming on,". . . "and," I added, "perhaps, if you are coming into town on Saturday to do your shopping, you would like to make an appointment here at my surgery afterwards. About three, if that would suit you?" my arms mischievously. "What does a handsome young doctor see in an ageing old spinster like me? Tell me, I'm dying to know!"
I laughed. "Decrepit old maid my foot," I replied. My dear, you're just reaching your prime, you don't look a day over thirty and what better combination can there be than that of an experienced head and young face and figure. I find you irresistible. Everything about you intrigues me, particularly your wonderful sense of humor." I held both her hands and looked at her admiringly at arm's length.
"Anyway, I went on. "This isn't a professional visit, so how about dropping the doctor, and calling me Dick?"
"Dick is a nice name and very appropriate," she laughed. "But allow me to introduce myself. . . I'm Christine, but all my friends call me Tina for short. . . and you are going to be my friend, aren't you?"
I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. Then I took her by the arm and conducted her into the lounge. "What will you drink?" I asked. "Gin and tonic or gin and lime, if you please," she answered, without hesitation. I poured her a double and myself a scotch. We drank and joked for about half an hour, before I took her by the hand and led her up to my bedroom.
"I wondered how long you were going to make me wait for you," she teased. "What a nice room you've got. "We began undressing each other. It's always so much more fun than undressing oneself.
Soon we were nude, clasped in each other's arms.
She readily agreed to my proposal and the date was fixed.
That night she figured prominently in my dreams, as did young Susan; and I woke with one hell of a horn, as randy as ever.
Saturday came, and I squeezed all my calls in to the forenoon, to take an early lunch and be free for my visitor.
Mrs. Dawson had a half day; and after clearing the table, she changed and went off to meet a friend. I was alone in the house. I changed, shaved and got out tea things and a range of drinks.
Prompt on the dot the bell rang, and I hastened to admit Miss Wilkinson. She was very smart in a pale blue costume and white blouse. On her head perched a small shallow hat with a decorative ribbon and bow at the back. She carried a small suede handbag and a pair of white gloves. In her hand was a small parcel, tied up with colored string.
Her hair was neat and tidy, as I remembered it, but now she wore just a faint trace of make-up. Round her neck was a double row of small pearls and on the lapel of her costume she had pinned a brooch.
"Come in," I greeted her smiling. "Hello, there," she replied simply. "I've done all my shopping and Fenton, my butler, has taken it on home in the car. I can ring and ask him to fetch me later when you get tired of my company." She had a gay twinkle in the corners of her eyes and squeezed
My stiff prick was pressed up against her, waiting for the soft caresses of her warm hands. Her tongue was darting about in my mouth and mine in hers.
It was Tina who broke up the embrace and, gripping me by my cock, pulled me towards the bed.
The afternoon was hot and the sun was streaming in through the partly open window. We were content to lie on top of the quilt and make love without hindrance from sheets and blankets. I expected that Tina was a woman of strong passions and very experienced in sex. I was right. She knew every trick in the book, and we swapped positions each time we spent. It was one long orgy.
She had come prepared, wearing tight-fitting dutch cap over her cervix, and so I had no need to be careful, and we fucked freely, mingling our spunk and sharing our frequent orgasms.
When I had poked her in every conceivable position and she had performed on top of me, she offered up her small arse hole as a final offering to satisfy my lust. I fetched a small tin of vaseline to grease the tiny hole. I hurt her a bit before I finally got my penis well up her rectum and started giving her what Yorkshire men call a 'back scuttle'. My hands were tucked underneath her, playing with her now spunk sodden genitals. My fingers worked up her cunt in perfect unison with my prick, and I've never seen any woman so beside with frenzied passion. "Bugger me, Dick, bugger me," she cried. "Finger-fuck my hairy cunt. Slap your balls against my butt, come on bugger me!"
Our bodies were wet and slippery with sweat and come, and her front passage was squelching as my finger frigged it. Her butt was so tight. I wondered if this was her first ass-fuck. It held my huge prick in a grip of iron!
This last orgasm was the best of the afternoon, and I shot my load deep into the woman's eager bowels to mingle with her shit, as she spent once more over my jacking off fingers.
After that we lay quietly licking each other's genitals and tonguing each other, relishing the taste of our mutual spendings.
It was well after six before we got dressed and went down to have some refreshments.
Tina picked up the small parcel, she had brought, and passed it over to me. "Some cigarettes for you," she said. "Just a small token of my appreciation for the other afternoon or was it morning. I forget now. It all seems so long ago. They are Players, I found an empty packet in the garage, so I knew what brand you smoked."
She got the meal ready, and we sat down and talked as we ate.
At nine I ran her home, and we lingered over our final farewells in the car. It was still too light to mess about, but she gave my tool a goodnight squeeze through my trousers as she kissed me goodnight.