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I had been struggling with chronic pain in my feet and had seen multiple doctors who ordered multiple tests and they all came back normal. One doctor recommended that I see a foot nerve pain specialist. There were two that took my insurance. The first one, Dr. Chapman, didn’t have any new patient appointments for three months. The second one, Dr. Camp, I only had to wait one month, so I made an appointment.
The day of the appointment I arrived early, filled out all the new patient paperwork, and patiently waited for my name to be called. When I was called into an exam room I took my shoes and socks off so the doctor could exam my feet. A few minutes passed and the doctor walked into the room. Immediately we recognized each other after attending the same high school over 30 years ago.
“Joe?”
“Emma?”
“I had no idea I made an appointment with someone I went to high school with. No one in our class knows what happened to you. You aren’t on social media and you’ve never attended any reunions.”
“Yeah, that stuff just never interested me. I don’t know if it’s appropriate for me to treat you. Tell me what’s going on and I’ll refer you to another doctor.”
“I have pain in both across the soles of both feet. I’ve already seen neurologists, neuromuscular specialists, and rheumatologists who can’t figure it out. I’ve had MRI’s, x-rays, tons of bloodwork, and a nerve conduction test. Everything is normal.”
“Hmm…okay,” he examined my feet looking for where my pain was the worst. “I think we should start from scratch.” I rolled my eyes. “I know that’s not what you want to hear but we need to make sure nothing was missing. I’m ordering more blood tests and x-rays. I want you to make an appointment with Dr. Chapman, I’ll write down his info for you and send the test results to his office. He’ll probably want to do another nerve conduction test.”
“No, not that test again. It’s torture.”
“I know it’s painful but do you want to know what’s going on or not?”
“Well, yes, of course. By the way, I called Dr. Chapman’s office and he has a three-month wait for new patients.”
“I know him, we did our residency together. I’ll contact him and get you in earlier.”
“Thank you. Although I wish you didn’t mention the torture test.” We both laughed. “So, how have you been? You’ve obviously done well for yourself.”
“Yeah, I’ve been good. What about you? Besides your chronic pain?”
“Meh, I just finished with a messy divorce.”
“Sorry to hear about your divorce.” He looked at his watch, “I hate to rush and it’s great seeing you, but I have other patients to see. Is the number in your chart your cell number?”
“Yes.”
“Get the paperwork for the blood tests and x-rays at the front desk. I’m contacting Dr. Chapman for you. Would you mind catching up sometime soon? Like, go out for coffee or lunch or something like that?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” I thought he grew into his body very well, he was handsome and fit. On my way home I got a text from him giving me his personal cell phone number. He was able to get me an appointment with Dr. Chapman two weeks away.
About a week passed and he texted me asking if we could meet up for lunch on Saturday. I replied that worked for me. We finalized the details of where to eat and what time to meet.
I was very excited to see him and it took about an hour to get dressed and do my hair. I arrived a little earlier than I planned but I noticed he was already there and standing by the entrance to the restaurant. I walked up to him, “Wow, I thought I was early.”
“Yeah, traffic wasn’t too bad. I also don’t like being late.”
“I don’t like being late either.” We walked inside, I thought he looked really good in jeans and a polo shirt that accentuated his muscular arms.
We sat down at a table and read the menu. A turkey BLT with fries looked good to me. I put my menu down and asked, “So what are you going to have?”
“I think a nice juicy cheeseburger looks good. What about you?”
“I’m going to get a turkey BLT.”
He flagged down a waitress and we ordered.
“So what made you decide to become a foot nerve pain specialist?”
“My grandmother had a lot of problems with her feet so that made me want to be a podiatrist. Then in medical school, I took an interest in nerve pain.”
“That’s cool.”
“What about you? What kind of job do you have?”
“Until recently I was co-owner of a sign business, but he took that in the divorce.”
“Oh, wow, what a jerk.”
“One reason the divorce dragged on for three years was because he didn’t want to give me anything. He didn’t want to buy out my half of the house and business. He just wanted everything outright. I, of course, wouldn’t let him do that. Finally, the judge ordered him to pay me for half of the house and business. The divorce took a huge toll on me mentally and physically. So right now I’m not working. I’m working on healing myself mentally and physically.”
“Wow, that’s horrible. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. So what brought you to escort New York City?”
“Medical school. Then I stayed and settled down. My wife passed away from cancer five years ago. We never had children, so I’m alone. What brought you to the city?”
“My dad lived here, my sister lives here.”
“I didn’t even know you have a sister.”
“Yeah, she graduated three years before us.”
“Do you ever go back home, to where we grew up?”
“Not often, I don’t have any family there and it pains me to go anyway. You probably don’t know my mom died the Thanksgiving after we graduated.”
“On my god that’s horrible. Wait didn’t your dad die when we were in high school?”
“Yes, in the middle of 10th grade.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know.” He reached across the table and held my hand.
“Not many people from our class know. Everyone was away at college.” Our food arrived and we began eating.
“Emma, I wish I knew I would have been there for you.”
“I was depressed for many years but I got through it a stronger person. I’m not the same person when we were in high school.”
“You know I had the biggest crush on you all through high school.”
“You did?! Sorry, I had no clue.” I took a few bites of my food. “Actually, now that I think about it I remember you being nicer to me than most of the other boys. Why didn’t you ever ask me out?”
“Because I was a teenage boy.”
“Ah, yes, good reason.” We finished eating and it was time to pay. “How much is my half?” As I began to get my wallet out.
“Let it be my treat.”
“I can’t let you pay for me, otherwise this is a date.”
“Fine, then let it be a date.”
I looked him straight in his eyes, “Do you still have a thing for me?”
“Maybe I do,” he raised an eyebrow.
“Fine, I’ll stop arguing and let you pay. But next time let me pay, okay?”
“That sounds good.” He paid and we walked outside. “Did you drive here?”
“No, I don’t own a car. It’s too expensive.”
“Let me give you a lift home.”
“Okay, no argument there. My feet are acting up today and I wasn’t looking forward to taking the train home.” We got in his car and he opened the door and closed it for me. I gave him directions to my place. We were flirting and he would occasionally brush his hand against my thigh. When we arrived I asked, “Do you want to come in for a drink? I want to treat you to something for paying for lunch and giving me a ride home.”
“Sure, why not? The only thing I have waiting for me at home is an empty house.”
We got into my apartment and I turned the music on. “Go ahead and sit down, I need to get these shoes off. I’ll be right back.” I went to my bedroom and changed into loose shorts without panties and a tank top that prominently accentuated my C-sized breasts. I returned to the living room.
“This is a nice place. I see you’re still into heavy metal.” He turned around and his jaw dropped open while his eyes ate me up.
“Yes, I love it. I hope you don’t mind that I changed. I was just really uncomfortable in what I was wearing.”
“It’s your place, you deserve to be comfortable.” I got us some iced tea to drink and we sat in the living room talking about everything from high school to the weather. Before we knew it was 7:30 p.m. and the sun was setting. “Oh my god, look at the time. I didn’t mean to keep you here so long.”
“It’s fine. I’m enjoying myself.”
“I was just going to order some Chinese food for dinner. Do you want to stay and eat with me? I’m paying this time though.”
“Sure why not.” I got the menu and placed the order. I excused myself to the bathroom and grabbed some pain cream for my feet. Then I returned to the living room and started clumsily putting the cream on to get him to offer to help. “Your feet are hurting, aren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“Give it to me, I’ll put it on for you.” I handed the cream to him and put my feet on his lap. He slowly rubbed the cream on and massaged my feet.
“You give really good massages. That feels good.” When he finished with one foot and I rested it on his crotch I could feel him getting hard. Ever so slightly I rubbed his cock with my foot. I think he massaged my other foot a little longer than required.
He stopped the massage, “I think that should help.” He handed the cream to me and we both held it longer than necessary, he wouldn’t let go, and we looked at each other with lust. He knew I could feel him getting harder.
When he let go I abruptly got up, returned to the bathroom, and started putting the cream away. I heard him follow me. Keeping my back facing the door I opened the cabinet and put the cream away. He came up behind me pressing his entire body into me and gently kissed my neck. I could feel his hard cock against my ass and ground my hips into him. He turned me around and we kissed wantingly, grabbing at each other. He grabbed my ass pulling me into him. Our tongues were playing with each other then the doorbell rang and I could hear my phone in the living room ringing. Finally, I broke away escort bayan from him. “The food is here,” I said slightly out of breath. He just stood there looking at me. Finally, he left the bathroom so I could pass him and answer the door. I got the food and when I closed the door he was sitting at the table. I walked to the table, put the bag of food down, and went into the kitchen and got plates, utensils, and napkins.
When I returned to the table and put everything down he pulled me to sit down. Holding both of my hands he looked at me, “You seemed to be enjoying yourself, what happened?”
“I was, but I couldn’t let the delivery guy just wait.” I glanced at his crotch. “And I need to slow down.”
“You are the only person this has happened with since my wife died.”
“I’m flattered, it’s just been a long time since I did anything like this.” He let go of one hand and I put my hand on his thigh to reassure him. The placement of my hand signaled to him that it was okay to kiss me again. We kissed passionately, and my hand on his thigh moved to his back. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. After several seconds I pushed away from him.
“I thought you wanted that. You seemed to enjoy it.”
“I did enjoy it. I’m going to put some vodka in my tea to help me relax.” I reached into my freezer, grabbed the bottle of Absolute, and poured about a full shot into my tea. “Do you want some?” handing the bottle to him.
“Sure I’ll take some,” he took the bottle and poured barely any in his drink and handed the bottle back to me.
I put the bottle back in the freezer and returned to the table. As I stirred my tea and vodka I said, “Let’s eat before the food gets cold.”
He took all the food out of the bag and we ate. When we were done eating I noticed his cock was not going down. He took one of my hands and placed it on his cock, “Do you want this?” I shook my head yes.
“You’re beautiful, I’ve always been attracted to you,” he brushed my long hair out of my face. “Since you showed up at my office I’ve jerked off several times thinking about you. I always loved your legs and the day you were in my office you wore tight leggings. You tried covering your ass but you weren’t very successful.” My hand rested on his cock and I could feel how wet my pussy was. He continued, “Now you’re wearing those shorts and when you put you’re feet on my lap rubbing my cock I just couldn’t contain myself anymore.”
I sat there not knowing what to say. He removed my hand from his cock, led me back to the sofa, and I sat down. Then he went back to the table and cleaned up our dinner putting leftovers in my fridge. Returning to the sofa he sat next to me, picked up my legs, and put them on his lap. He brushed his hands over my legs and planted soft kisses all over my lower legs. I loved his kisses, I laid down on the sofa fully relaxed and felt moisture building between my legs. Slowly moving up to my knees he reached my thighs and kneeled between my legs continuing to kiss my thighs. Kissing my inner thigh, made me lightly moan in pleasure. In this position, he could see straight up my loose shorts and saw I wasn’t wearing any panties. After several thigh kisses, he moved up my body and hovered over my face. I looked at him while he analyzed if kissing me was a good idea. Finally, I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed. We exchanged a long passionate kiss, our tongues swirling around each other. Running my hands along his upper muscular arms was a big turn-on.
I broke the kiss after a couple of minutes and looked at him, “Do you want to go to my bed?” He wasted no time getting up and took my hand. I stood up and led him to my bedroom.
I’ve never been good at making my bed in the morning usually I’m the only one seeing it. “Sorry, my bed is a mess.”
I bent over the bed to fix the sheets. He pressed against my ass so I could feel how hard he was. I didn’t move, he put his hand under my shorts on my ass and rubbed it. After
several seconds, he removed his hand from under my shorts, squeezed both ass cheeks, and slapped the bottom of my ass. I climbed up on the bed and was on my hands and knees crawling across the bed when he grabbed my ankles and pulled me down on my belly then flipped me over on my back.
Climbing on the bed he kneeled between my legs and lifted one foot massaging it. Looking straight at me he put my big toe in his mouth and lightly swirled his tongue around it making me groan.
Slowly he sucked on my toe. He was very methodical like he’d done this before. Picking up my other foot he switched to my other big toe and began sucking. It was making me wetter and I was softly groaning. I’d never been into foot sex but this felt good.
He undid his pants and took them off releasing his cock. It stuck straight out in front of him tenting his boxers. Then he climbed on top of me and pulled my tank top up to reveal my tits.
He held each tit, then lightly rubbed his thumb over each nipple, and took one in his mouth sucking on it. I grabbed bayan escort at his shirt, and then he swirled his tongue around my erect nipple and I moaned loudly.
Running my hands through his hair he moved to my other nipple sucking it until my nipple was erect. Then he removed his shirt, I ran my hands across his muscular chest, and he pinched my nipples.
Moving back to my legs he kissed my inner thighs slowly moving up. Hooking his fingers under my waistband I lifted my ass and he removed my shorts revealing my trimmed pussy. Bending my knees I put my feet flat on the bed on either side of him. With his thumbs, he massaged my outer labia causing me to writhe on the bed. I was constantly moaning now and I could feel my juices dripping down my ass. Opening my outer lips he licked my slit making me shiver.
“You taste as good as you look,” he said as he rubbed my clit.
“Ahhhhh…. fuck, that’s good.”
It had been many many years since any man paid attention to my sexual needs. I writhed on the bed massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples I said, “You’re gonna make me cum.”
Putting a finger in my canal he bent it finger fucking me till he found my g spot and I came arching my back.
Kneeling he said, “Come here.” I sat in front of him and pulled his boxers down. Out popped his 6-inch cock. It was beautiful and had a nice curve to hit my g spot. He finished taking his boxers off while I worshipped his hard cock. Lifting his cock up I licked the underside of his shaft while looking directly at him. “Ohhh… fuck…. that’s hot.”
Swirling my tongue around his bulbous head I slowly bobbed up and down until my lips were at the base. Then sucking on my way up I popped the head out of my mouth and said, “Fuck…. You taste good.”
Putting his steel pole back in my mouth I sloppily bobbed up and down. Suddenly he held my head down on his cock forcing me to take more down my throat. Releasing me he said, “Lay down before I cum in your mouth.”
Laying on my back he climbed on top and we hungrily kissed. His cock teased my pussy and I lifted my legs to get ready to take him in me. We kissed while his cock teased my clit for a few minutes. Then holding his cock with one hand he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit a few times, finding my hole he broke our kiss, looked right at me, and pressed into my hot wet hole. I inhaled sharply while softly moaning as he pushed in slowly. Gradually he pulled most of the way out then he pressed in more adding an inch. Then back out and in until most of his cock was in my wet canal. He held it there and we kissed.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“You’re tight.”
“Fuck me hard.”
He started pumping in and out picking up speed with each pump. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room. Putting my legs over his shoulders all 6 inches filled me. I kept yelling “Oh, fuck,” until I could feel an orgasm building. “Fuck me harder, I’m gonna cum,” he pounded my pussy until my pussy walls clamped his cock in me while my back arched and my eyes rolled back, I screamed.
Pulling out of me, breathing hard, he laid next to me, “Get on top of me.” I straddled his legs taking his cock in my mouth, licked his cock from base to tip then swallowed it. I sucked my juices off him. “Shit, that’s hot.”
Straddling his hips I sat on him sinking his entire cock in me and grinding him. I went up and down his entire shaft then plunging back down several times. He grabbed my breasts massaging them while I rode his cock. Pulling me to him he sucked on my sensitive nipples causing me to gush my pussy juices on him. Pumping up and down faster he held my hips and slammed into me. We continued this for a while until I could feel another orgasm building.
Screaming, “Ffffuuuccckkkk…” I pressed my face into his shoulder, my whole body stiffened and shook while he continued pounding into me, and the hardest orgasm hit me. When I came down from my orgasmic high I kissed him with animalistic lust while I ground against the base of his cock.
He held my hips and successfully flipped me on my back keeping his cock in me. Holding my hips he sat up kneeling while he slammed into me. I could tell he was going to cum soon, “Cum in me, fill my pussy.” His breathing quickened, his cock got harder, and his entire body stiffened while he groaned. I felt his hot cream splash across my walls.
When he was done he pulled out of me resting his still pretty hard cock on my pubic mound while the last few drops of his cum spilled out. Laying down next to me he said, “Oh fuck, that was good.” We both lay on the bed and caught our breath. Then I went to the bathroom to clean up, grabbed my phone from the living room, and he was sleeping when I got back to the bedroom.
I climbed into bed next to him and pulled the sheet over both of us. After checking my notifications I put my phone down and fell asleep. Somewhere around 4 am, he woke me up sucking on my breasts and rubbing my pussy. I put my hand on the back of his head. He looked up at me with a huge smile and returned to my nipple. Slipping one finger in my aching hole I groaned and spread my legs. After several strokes finger fucking me he abandoned my breasts and moved between my legs. His cock was beautifully hard dripping with pre cum.
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