The funny endocrinologist!

Recently, I was forced to resume treatment for obesity, which is why I went in search of an endocrinologist medical professional; as is common knowledge, these professionals are, as a rule, male, and fat (some obese, in fact). Because I had changed my health plan, I could not go back to the former specialist who cared for me, consulting the website of the plan operator in search of a professional who was within my reach. And to my surprise, I found a ..., or rather, a ..., yes it was a woman! The thought of seeing a specialist encouraged me to make the appointment as soon as possible. And on the appointed day and time, there I was, in the hallway of the office, waiting to be seen. Within a few minutes, the attendant called my name and asked me to come into Dr. Sylvia's office. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I was taken by an ecstatic rapture when I met the doctor; Sylvia was a beautiful brunette, just over thirty-five or forty years old, but appearing younger; she had a beautiful and shining face, with crystal-green eyes and a mouth decorated by red, naked lips (which we have to bite). Her hair was wavy and curly, of medium length, and seemed to have a luster of its own that reached the edge of the sun, but the more interesting thing was that Sylvia was a beautiful woman. In fact, she was a perfect chubby, of generous measures and that could not be hidden by the professional clothes she wore, insisting on hiding her beauty under an aura of unnecessary sobriety. When she smiled at me, verbalizing the most evil "good day" that I had ever heard in recent times, my heart seemed to jump inside my chest and I felt a boundless excitement. Sylvia invited me to sit down so that we could start the consultation, I was a few seconds not knowing what to do, but then I realized that I could not remain in this idiotic lethargy, and I sat in the chair in front of her. Sylvia then asked me what had brought me to her office. I told her about my journey to deal with excess weight and how, even though I was jogging three times a week and maintaining a controlled diet, I still hadn't lost any more body mass. I showed her my latest blood tests and hormone tests. Sylvia examined them carefully, with a serious, penetrating look, and then started a conversation about the difficulties of losing weight from a certain age group. She commented at length on this hormonal peculiarity and finally suggested that we try balanced hormone replacement; at first I hesitated, as the readings I had done on "Doctor Google" were not at all favorable to this type of treatment. Sylvia laughed at my comment, and again explained to me some advantages and other disadvantages of the treatment. I then asked her why she had not done the same treatment on herself. Silvia clung to her chair, but did not lose her good humor; she commented that she liked to eat a lot and that she was aware that she was not a woman with the ideal biotype. - It depends - I asked with a certain malice in the tone of voice - With your beauty and grace, everything else is unnecessary. Sylvia immediately blushed and became mute; I realized that my comment had disturbed her; I thought it would be better to control my impulse, but I also noticed that it was too late to back down. We were silent for a few minutes, until Sylvia was able to regain control of the situation. She resumed her comment, concluding that if I did not want such treatment, we would do something in the most orthodox ways. She took out a prescription book and prescribed a formula, instructing me that it should be administered for sixty days, at the end of which I should do a new battery of tests; as soon as the prescription was finished, Sylvia took out a form from the agreement and filled it out with the request for tests. She handed me both documents and after another short embarrassing interval, she smiled and thanked me for my complimentary comment about her. - Be assured, doctor - I said without a wrench in my tongue - that it was very sincere and kind. Sylvia smiled, and we said good-bye, and I left with the feeling that I had missed something, perhaps the chance to flirt with that captivatingly beautiful doctor. In the days that followed, in addition to the medication she prescribed, the image of Sylvia remained in my mind, and I felt an uncontrollable desire to meet her again in a less tense situation in order to resume my attacks. However, I also knew that there was no way to provoke such an event without exposing my true intentions. I put aside, at least for the moment, any strategy to simulate a "casual" encounter with that delight. However, fate knows how to provide unique and unmissable opportunities. A few days later, in the late afternoon, I stopped at a supermarket near my house to buy something to eat and came across Sylvia pushing a cart, holding in one hand a small list of items. My heart beat faster and I concluded that this was the only chance that fate had given me to court my delightful endocrinologist. I spent some time "hunting the rooster", as they say inside, and after circling the same corridors as my prey, it was in the freezer aisle that we met "accidentally". Sylvia was surprised to see me, but her smile revealed more than just surprise. We greeted each other with measured affection and we talked about the reasons that had brought us to the supermarket at the end of that afternoon. I told her that I had come looking for something to eat, while she told me that it was a habit to buy some things to eat at night. I noticed some high-calorie items in his cart, but I held back the urge to make any comment. I looked at my watch and asked him if he would have coffee with me, an invitation that Sylvia graciously accepted. We went to the cafeteria and ordered two expresses that came with delicious cream cookies. We talked some more and I took the opportunity to learn more about my beautiful doctor; Sylvia was single and lived alone because her parents had moved inland, leaving her some financial resources so that she could build her career. She had few friends and there was no more serious relationship in her life. When we finished our coffee, Sylvia surprised me with a burning question: Did you really think I was pretty, or was that just a circumstantial compliment? - I thought you were very beautiful! <unk> I replied immediately <unk> As I also thought you were sensual and graceful. - Our! <unk> exclaimed Silvia showing great surprise at my answer <unk> Do you say that to everyone? - No! <unk> I retorted without losing my nerve <unk> Only to those who deserve it and who ignite my male desire. Silvia opened her eyes, and for a moment there was silence between us; even though I thought I had exaggerated the dose of the provocative remark, I remained steadfast in my gaze. The next moment Silvia opened a small, gentle smile and dodged her gaze, making it clear that my remark had had the desired effect. -Do you want me, really? <unk> she asked, still avoiding crossing her gaze with mine <unk> I mean ... <unk> she hesitated looking for the right words <unk> Do you want me ..., as a woman? -And how else could I want her? <unk> I asked her stupefied with her placement. - I'll tell you one thing - she went on, lowering her voice - If I tell you that I also found you an interesting man... A shiver ran down my spine, and I wondered what possibilities lay ahead. "Interesting enough for us to engage more intimately?" I asked, putting aside any notion of etiquette. "Yes", replied Sylvia in an almost whispered voice. I took her hand and kissed her. Sylvia immediately blushed. So I put my lips close to her ear and confided what was going through my mind at that exact moment. "Let's go somewhere where I can see her naked just for me". Without waiting for answers, I got up and pulled Sylvia with me. I paid for the coffees, we forgot about our abandoned shopping at the market and headed for the parking lot. On the way, Sylvia suggested that we go to her apartment which was nearby and also suggested that we use only one car. In that case, we decided to go in mine, since hers could be caught later. On the way, inside the car, there was an uncontrollable excitement; something like the repressed desire of a woman and the insane desire of a madman to fuck that hot one. The building where Sylvia lived was very close to it and stood out from the landscape because it was the tallest in the vicinity. As soon as I parked the car in the garage of my doctor's building, I stepped over her and we kissed passionately. I was on the verge of a bullet and I wanted to start everything right there. "I need to ask you something", Silvia said in a soft, dengue-like voice, interrupting my erratic outburst. "Be gentle with me... I need a man who knows how to treat a woman as she deserves". I stood in the car seat and nodded in the affirmative, while my mind was focused on making that pure and true request come true. I got out of the car, turned around and opened the door for Sylvia to come down; we walked hand in hand to the elevator and as soon as the door opened, we went in. As he gently climbed towards the floor driven by my partner, I stood admiring his delicious silhouette. Sylvia, perceiving my hypnotized and at the same time luscious gaze, looked at me and gave an insinuating laugh. She approached and rubbed herself on me, letting me feel all her irrational exuberant voluptuousness. Immediately, my dick pulsed so hard that I was afraid it would explode right there. Sylvia felt my excitement and looked at me again, smiling maliciously as she let her lips meet mine. It was a long, sigh-filled kiss full of insinuations that could not be reduced to mere expressions. And it lasted just long enough for the elevator to stop its course and open its door, indicating that we had reached our destination. My partner was so excited that she could barely get the key into the lock, opening the door with some difficulty. As soon as I closed the door behind me, Sylvia and I held each other like two teenagers about to consummate their first sexual experience. Even with all the almost incendiary zeal, I tried to take care of my partner with the maximum of affection that the moment demanded; after many kisses and caresses, I began the next step; I helped Sylvia to take off her thin knitted blouse, opening her generous bust and full of promises, protected by a beautiful half-cup bra. I kissed the top of the naked breasts of my partner who groaned softly as she stroked my head. I made her turn on her own axis, with her back to me, so that I could help her loosen her grip on the upper intimate piece. And when she turned to me, with the same lightness as before, I was seized by the sight of those delicious breasts crying out for a manly caress. Her nipples, stubby and pointy, pointed forward, surrounded by the rose-colored haloes that were also slowly creeping up, and I took those candies in my hands and started kissing, and then licking, and finally sucking the nipples, causing my partner to go into ecstasy, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably. I enjoyed Sylvia's breasts as much as I could; the next moment, there I was, helping my partner get rid of her jeans, allowing me to delight in the sight of her slender silhouette, protected only by a thin piece of delta wing-shaped lingerie that concealed her dry, manly belly. Before I could make a gesture to free my partner from that tiny piece, Silvia interrupted my impetus, demanding that I let her undress; I was overcome by the docility of the request. Silvia took off my shirt and was dazzled by the tattoos framing my chest. Her flashing eyes made it clear that the image had excited her to the extreme. She stroked my chest and kissed its surface, stopping at each of the images stamped on it. Minutes later, Sylvia made me get rid of the pants and, without ceremony, also demanded that I get rid of the boxers. Once again, her eyes gleamed as she gazed at the rolled-up pickaxe that displayed all its power; Sylvia stared at me with an insinuating look; she looked at the roll and then stared at me again. I was so enveloped by her sensuality that I could only feel the gentle touch of her fingertips running the length of the pickaxe, causing a tremendous shiver that swept my body from head to toe. Still staring at me, she let me feel the moment when she spread her hand and held the roll as if she wanted to serve it on a tray. More shivers ran through my body and I felt a vibration pulsing in my bowels. Sylvia then knelt down and began to lick and suck the roll with a maddening softness. I stroked her hair and sat savoring that unique moment. "Wow, that's a tough one!" she exclaimed between sucking and licking, "and how thick it is! I've never seen anything like it". We stared at each other and I could no longer control my impulse; I took Silvia in my arms and made her get up; I pushed her to the sofa and made her lie down on it. Delicately, I pulled the tiny piece that still concealed a vital part of her shapes and settled myself between her legs, tasting her moist and hot mouth. I had hardly begun to lick and suck her big lips and rock-hard grin and my partner lost control, writhing in ecstasy. -Oh, what's that! <unk> she stammered, panting <unk> My love ..., that's a delight ..., no one has ever done that to me ..., so you're going to drive me crazy! I continued impetuously, licking and sucking my partner's little nipple and gently pressing between my lips her pulsating little cricket, and Sylvia experienced her first sequence of orgasms. She moaned, twisting her body on the sofa and stroking my head as she tried to say sentences that would not complete. I had made my partner have a lot of fun for the first time in her life and that was the most unforgettable memory for me. -Oh, that's enough, my love! <unk> pleaded Silvia exasperated <unk> Come fuck me, come ... Immediately, I climbed over her and let my roll slide into her sketch; it was the most perfect penetration I had ever had in my life. Silvia's vagina perfectly enveloped the roll, allowing her to move forward with only a small initial natural resistance. We started fucking and I made sure that my movements were long and smooth so that my partner could feel the full intensity of the penetration. And because it fits perfectly inside me, I think it was made for me. I smiled and kissed her, lowering my mouth towards her nipples and sucking them with the unmeasured voracity of a hungry man. Sylvia groaned, sighed, gasped, while I intensified my back and forth movements, getting faster and deeper and deeper, provoking in her a new wave of orgasms that followed each other caudally, leaving my partner on the verge of collapse. -Aiiiiiiiiii! <unk> groaned Silvia already upset with so much pleasure <unk> That doesn't exist ..., what a dick is that! How you are hot ..., it's good that I dared with you ... Listening to that, I stepped up and increased the pace of the movements, making my partner experience more orgasms that left her completely prostrated to my limitless virility. After a while, we were dominated by a desire that was beyond our understanding, and I myself was not able to understand where came so much vitality to fuck with Sylvia for so long ... But, to tell you the truth, it didn't matter to me... what mattered was that I was performing and performing an exuberant and delightfully sensual woman. There came a moment when I found myself overcome by physical exhaustion and emotional tension. -Enjoy, my delicious macho! <unk> asked Silvia also overcome by exhaustion <unk> But I want you to lick me fucking ..., explode on me that load that you have inside you ... Before the explosion came, I pulled out the roll and held it tightly, letting the fun survive; I ejaculated like a wild animal, howling and groaning as jets of hot, viscous semen projected toward my partner's white, sweaty skin, which groaned at each hot jet that spread over her body. When it was all over, we were overwhelmed by the exertion that had demanded the utmost of our bodies, and in this climate, I crouched beside Sylvia, and within a few minutes they had both fallen asleep, overwhelmed by the delicious excitement that had reached its climax. It was early in the morning when I was awakened by the kisses and caresses of my partner who did not hide the desire to repeat the dose of pleasure that we had enjoyed moments before. I did not beg; I asked her to stay on all fours and penetrated her from behind, striking with the roller that once again surprised me with its incontinence hardness. I hit that ass with so much pleasure that I lost control of myself, applying some sonic slaps on my partner's firm, rolling buttocks, which, surprisingly, made it clear how much pleasure it gave him. "Oh, hit more, my macho ..., hit that I like" she said in a cocky tone. I slapped her a few more times, and the next moment I sucked my index finger and began to explore her little seal that had been revealed in the valley between her buttocks. Sylvia groaned, boiled, but when I forced a penetration, she groaned, saying that it was not yet time. We experienced another intoxicating sequence of orgasms, accompanied by moans, hushed praise phrases and breathing difficulties, until, overcome by the new effort, I enjoyed. It happened without warning and Sylvia loved that hot filling penetrating her bowels and rolled her butt in order to prevent the hot mass from flowing out. This time, we fall asleep embraced, nestled, tired, defeated, yet fully realized... In the morning, we bathed together, kissed, caressed, licked and sucked, and when we got dressed, we realized that the sad moment of farewell had arrived. "Will we meet again?" Silvia asked in an uncertain tone of voice, as she embraced me near the exit door of her apartment. -Look, Silvia <unk> I said with a solemn tone, staring deep into her eyes <unk> As far as I'm concerned, we can see each other whenever you want... - Or when you can! <unk> she called out <unk> After all, you're married... -Not everything is perfect in life <unk> I philosophized, without hesitation <unk> But anyway, what happened that night was not an adventure ..., don't you think? Sylvia smiled and hugged me; we kissed, knowing that it would not be our only romance. As I walked down the street, I thought, "That's a good-looking woman. " Certainly, no matter what happened, I still dreamed of meeting my sexy, cuddly endocrinologist.