Relieving the itch of my Indian female dentist in Dallas – Part 2

Relieving the itch of my Indian female dentist in Dallas - Part 2
Some time ago, I had a thrilling experience with my dentist, Dr Chitra. It proved immensely satisfying to both of us. To recap: My regular dental cleaning appointment with Dr Chitra in Dallas took a turn for the better. She asked me for assistance with an itch she had at a certain – let’s say, intimate – point of her body. Since her hands were full with a dental pick and a plaque remover, I proceeded to help her. One thing led to another, and we both ended up providing service to each other using our hands and mouths. For the entire story, look up the subject line I have mentioned above. Now, a few months had passed, and my next regular cleaning appointment had come up. My work had picked up pace, and on the family front, a few things kept me busy. However, as the day of my dental appointment neared, I couldn’t help but remember her concluding words on our last appointment: “Sometimes I get an itch in another part of my body, a bit lower than where it occurred today. Would it be too much if I asked you again for some – um, expert assistance – during your next visit?” That Friday at work seemed like it would drag on forever. Precisely, at 5:00, I sat in the lobby at Dr. Chitra’s practice. Within moments, she floated into the lobby. She was light on her feet and had an easy, pleasing walk. I was thrilled to notice that, unlike last time, she didn’t have her white dentist’s gown on. She was wearing a light yellow top, the one that had a pink flowery pattern on the front. It was the perfect size, not too tight, although her medium-sized breasts jutted out nicely. Underneath, she wore a grey skirt over white stockings. “Good afternoon, Mr. Sharma!” she greeted me, and I was thrilled by the way she said ‘afternoon.’ It was bright and cheerful, and she drew out the word. When Indian women have lived in the US for a long time, they develop a professional, friendly manner. At least some do, and Dr. Chitra did. “It’s good to see you too, Dr. Chitra,” I responded. “I see your staff is out today, and you’re on your own, just like last time!” “That’s right, Mr. Sharma,” she said. “Fridays are usually light. You’re the last patient before the weekend. I can handle you on my own.” She motioned for me to follow her into the office. I sat down on the patient’s chair. “I trust you’ve been doing well since you last saw me?” I asked. “Well, I did, but I must admit I couldn’t help thinking about your appointment,” she said, much to my delight. “How’s that, doctor? I’m surely not your most attractive patient?” I laughed. “Well,” she smiled. “to be honest, Mr. Sharma, your attractions are different. You’re discreet, you’re gentlemanly, and most of all, you listen with respect.” “That’s kind of you,” I responded. I paused and then added: “Well, it works both ways, doctor. I admire your skills as a doctor, but more than that, I appreciate your petite beauty. I’m always attracted to brown-complexioned South Indian ladies with a smile and a reasonable figure.” “That’s me!” Dr. Chitra said, smiling. She’d grabbed her accessories in the meantime and gotten started with my plaques. She was skilled, expertly cleaning my teeth and administering the saliva suction tube. In about 30 minutes, she’d finished cleaning my teeth. Although she’d applied a local anaesthetic, I still experienced a little tenderness with my lower right teeth. A few minutes later, she was polishing my upper teeth. I asked, “Just curious about what you told me last time. About that itch in another part of my body?” “Thanks for asking,” Dr. Chitra said. She looked glad that I’d brought it up. “You know, I actually do it, but only sometimes. It’s like a tingling sensation, like a light feather or flower petal rubbing against me!” “Where?” I asked. She stopped what she was doing. “I’m embarrassed,” she said finally, “but it’s in ….. in a private part of my body.” “You can trust me.” “It’s in my pussy, inside the walls of it. I can’t reach it with my fingers.” “Do you have it now?” “Not at the moment, but I got it a few hours ago. I also get it sometimes at night when I’m lying on the bed, alone.” “I see.” “Do you think something could be wrong with me? Some allergy or some other serious sickness?” “Well, there’s one way to find out,” I said. “How?” “Well, it could be something serious. But it could also be simply arousal. In the mid-thirties, a pretty lady like you could be aroused by thinking certain thoughts or touching yourself.” “How would we know for sure?” “I could stimulate your body,” I said. “I could touch you. If it creates a sensation in your body that you call tingling, we’d know it’s arousal, which is a perfectly natural thing to happen.” “How would you arouse me?” she asked. “Let me show you,” I said. “Could you sit down?” She did. I moved behind her. I arranged her hair neatly behind her ears and rubbed her earlobes gently. I rubbed behind her ears. Then I gently massaged her shoulders, making outward motions from her neck towards her shoulders. I firmly squeezed her upper arms. I unbuttoned her yellow dress from the top after asking, “May I?” and getting her approval. I gradually worked my way towards her breasts. I kneaded her, starting from the cleavage to the nipples, over her bra. The bra wasn’t a problem since it was soft and thin. Through the white, soft bra, I could see her areolas. I circled her nipples with my index finger, causing them to stand erect. I softly pinched her nipples and circled them again. “How are we doing?” I asked. “So far, so good,” she replied. “I’m beginning to get a soft sensation inside my private parts, like someone was delicately rubbing it with a feather. But no tingling yet.

” “Can you please stand up?” I asked. She did, leaving her top unbuttoned and hanging by her sides and her bra on. I lifted her skirt with my left hand and reached into the area between her thighs, not looking. I began rubbing her inner thighs in a light, soft way, up and down. “Are you getting it now?” I asked. “That tingling sensation?” “You know, it’s starting!” she exclaimed. I increased the pressure a little. I was now touching her panties with my motion. She spread her legs a little. Standing to my left, she rested her right arm on the top of the patient’s chair. She began to breathe heavily. I started rubbing over her pussy, softly at first and then a little more vigorously. I felt a little wetness forming. I lifted her skirt. She wore a simple black panty with frills. I inserted a couple of fingers from the top, reached her clitoris and rubbed with my index finger. Dr. Chitra looked up and sighed. I then inserted two fingers into her pussy. My fingers are long. I could feel the inner walls of her pussy, the moist, lubricated opening. For a minute, my fingers explored her, feeling, rubbing. “May I take off your inner garment?” I asked. “Please!” I sat her down on the patient chair (now fully reclined) and slid down her panties. She still wore her skirt. Her pussy was dark brown and clean-shaven. It was also wet and inviting. She spread her legs a little more. I raised her left leg with my right hand and put it on my shoulder. I’m tall, so I had to bend down a little to accommodate her. I now penetrated her with three fingers and explored the insides of her vaginal wall. “Do you have anything bigger to get inside me?” she asked. “I need something to get in deeper, something like….” she stopped. “Well,” I said. “It so happens that I’ve become quite hard. Can I insert my dick? I can then reach deep into your pussy. Of course, I can continue stimulating you with my hand if you wish.” She shook her head. “I remember your dick from last time. It’s big and thick. I’m sure it’ll do the trick,” she said. Before I inserted my fully erect dick into her lubricated, wet pussy, I realized I had no condom handy. “Do you have a condom?” I asked. “In fact, I do,” she replied. I let her leg down. She reached into her purse and handed me a brown latex condom, which I quickly put on. I lifted her leg again, inserted my tool into her and started my thrusting motion. It felt as though my dick was engulfed in a warm, moist well whose walls were slippery and tight at the same time. She now put both of her arms on the top of the patient’s chair. She responded to my thrusts with her own. We kept going for nearly five minutes. My excitement had built up to a crescendo, and I was ready to cum. She suddenly screamed, “I think I’m going to cum!” On hearing her words, I cum quickly. However, I didn’t stop, going on thrusting until she came, shaking and shuddering and holding on to the patient chair. Then I stopped. Her pussy was incredibly tight for a woman in her mid-thirties. We both were quite spent at this point. But her pussy held my dick (and the semen inside the condom) tightly in a vice-like grip. “How do you feel?” I asked. “I must say your diagnosis was spot on!” she responded. “It was simple arousal, nothing more.” I washed up in the restroom. When I emerged, she’d cleaned up and put her panties on. I gave her a little peck on her cheek. She smiled. “Can I address you by your first name, Mr. Sharma?” “Of course, Dr. Chitra,” I replied. “Please call me Avi. And I’ll call you Chitra if that’s ok?” She nodded. I paid for the dental clean-up and was getting ready to leave. She said: “Avi, I’ve had a new assistant join me from last month. Her name is Revati. She was sharing with me, rather intimately, that she gets a tingly sensation in her private parts from time to time.” “Really?” “Could you take a look at her the next time you come in? Both her and me?” “Sure! When do I come in next?” “Your teeth need more frequent care,” she said. “I’m going to schedule your next appointment in just one month, not six!”