Donna in Black Stockings Fucks Her Doc

Doctor, stockings, exhibitionism—that’s basically the trifecta of what went down that afternoon, and honestly, I’m still smiling about it days later, so let me just spill the whole thing like I promised. You know how I’d been feeling that reckless, I-don’t-care-who-sees-me energy lately, and I’d shaved everything smooth that morning, which always makes me feel like I’m carrying a secret under my clothes, a little hidden edge that no one at work or in the waiting room would ever guess. So I put on these black stockings, just because, just to feel that silky friction against my freshly bare skin, and headed to what I thought would be a totally mundane checkup, but the second I was in that exam room with my doctor, something just clicked, like the air got thicker, and when he asked me to slide onto the table, his hand grazed my thigh in a way that felt way too deliberate to be accidental, and I felt this warm flush creep up my neck. I didn’t plan it, but I let my skirt inch up, just a little, showing off that lacy band where the stockings ended, and he noticed, holy shit did he notice, his gaze dropping and then locking onto mine with this question in it, and I gave him this tiny nod that said yes, go ahead, explore. He locked the door so fast it made me giggle, and then his hands were under my skirt, pushing it to my waist, and the sound of that crinkly paper beneath me mixed with my sharp little gasp as he found out exactly how smooth I was, murmuring about how I’d come prepared, and that just lit me up, because I love being seen, love that risk of an open door or a nurse knocking, and my stockings stayed on the whole time, hiked up, framing everything, while he took his time, and I arched into every touch, whispering that we better be quick but meaning the exact opposite, and we weren’t quick at all, we were dirty and slow and then frantic, my legs shaking around him as that exhibitionist thrill pulsed through me, imagining footsteps in the hallway, and when we finished, I was a mess, and he was too, and I just pulled my skirt down, winked at him, and said I’d see him next month, already counting down the days.