The Dom Doc
A True Story
It was 2017 and I was recently divorced. I was glad it was over, but still heartbroken and finding myself again. It had been almost 8 years since I was single so not having an anchor felt a bit disorienting. I drove across the country to Tennessee to stay with family and try something new. I wanted to wash myself clean of my dissolved relationship, and the freedom felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I was totally ready to put myself back out there. My marriage was over long before we signed on the dotted line so I was actually quite keen on dating for the first time in many years.
But, things had changed a lot in the dating world. When I met my (ex)husband, there was very little available in the world of online dating. I met him organically - at a bar as one does. But now… NOW… things were fuckin’ weird.. The swiping, the texting, the matching… I felt like an alien on earth. I went on a lot of bad dates. A LOT. I was very picky and even then, chemistry was hard to come by. Being in the South was something different for me. I wasn’t used to the syrup-y sweetness and I was looking for something.. naughty. So I joined Tinder. I went on several dates - some boring, some okay, and some flat-out bizarre. Who wants to take a vegan to Outback Steakhouse? Jake does! Needless to say, he didn’t make the team.
But then I matched with Dr. Jonathan. Was he my type? Absolutely not. He was 20 years older, very forward and apparently had a taste for Vanessa. Despite my consistent turn downs, he called, texted, harassed me until I agreed to meet up - just for coffee. Late coffee. He’s a Doctor after all and only available after hours. So… we met up outside a cafe around 9 pm. Smart about safety, I was not! But something “down there” was desperate for me to see him. My brain told me to run but my pussy could not resist at least seeing what he was about.
It didn’t take long before I was sitting on his lap outside the cafe. Onlookers couldn’t help but stare and I couldn’t help but want more. My panties were soaked after just a few minutes of conversation and heavy groping. I decided it was best to head home so as not appear too easy, but John would have none of it. While on our way back to my car, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the driver's side door. “John!”, I squealed. “What?!” He said with a sly smile. “Fuck… “ I thought. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
The patrons in the restaurant across the parking lot started to stare. He was getting handsy and I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted him to fuck me right then and there. “Unbutton your jeans.” He whispered into my ear. I got goosebumps on the back of my neck, and quickly obliged. He slid his hand down the front of my panties. “Holy shit.” he gasped. “You’re so fucking wet right now.” “I know.” was the only thing I could muster as a reply. My pussy had a mind of her own and she was overtaking all responsible thoughts.
After only a few short seconds rubbing my clit, he slid 2 fingers inside me. “Jesus Christ baby. You’re like a waterfall.” I ground my pussy against his hand to egg him on and moaned with delight. He put his mouth on mine while his fingers danced inside me. We were starting to draw too much attention so I begged him to get in my car with me. We slide in my back seat, but not before he pulled his wet fingers out of me and tasted them. God.. that turned me on so much.
In 5 seconds flat my pants were off and he was teasing my sticky panties off my legs. It didn’t take long for him to dive in, mouth first. I moaned loudly, now in the safety of my car. His tongue was like sweet relief after the build up of the last hour of meeting and greeting. “Oh fuck..” I moaned. I felt him smile while I was inside his mouth. He slides his thick fingers back inside me, pressing my back firmly against the inside of the back driver side door. He had nowhere to go but deeper inside me. I lost all track of time and space. “Damn it feels good to be single.”, I thought. We rocked front to back while his lips and tongue mesmerized my clit until I couldn’t control it any longer. I came in his mouth harder than ever before and had to take a minute to try to remember my own name.
He took his time pulling out of me and then came up for a sweet kiss. His face was covered in my pussy juice and he sealed his mouth firmly against mine. “Thanks, baby.”, he said with that same sly smile. I looked at him in awe. What the hell was I supposed to do now?! He wished me a safe drive home and walked across the parking lot to his own car. “I’m screwed”, I thought. This would not be the last time I saw John, I knew that for certain. And next time I would be certain to find my way into HIS pants.