Mutual safe, sane and respectful friends who are looking to escape from real life, grown up responsibilities for a while. I have been a respectful third on several occasions and would love to meet some great couples and select singles. I travel for work through the Connecticut, Western Massachusetts and upstate New York several times a month. I am available during the day and can be very flexible time wise when I am traveling. I can host. I believe there is nothing more sensual to me than someone who is comfortable in their own skin. I have not been 18 in over 25 years. While I take care of myself, I know I should hit the gym more. I accept that many of us are at a stage in our lives where it gets harder to look as good as Cosmo tells us we should. Fuck Cosmo. Be happy with yourself, don't turn the light off. Enjoy. That is hot. Being naked is hot. I have no hang ups and enjoy the diversity found on AFF without regard to age, body type, race, etc.

My Ideal Person It has been a while since your last physical and even though you feel fine, you know that you should not go so long between check ups. You are a little anxious since this is a new doctor and here it is 2016 and this new doctor is making house calls. The only thing that makes you feel better about that is you are not a fan of doctor's offices during flu season. Still, it is a new doctor so your anxiety is still there. The doorbell rings and you are relieved to see that not only is the doctor "normal" but he is attractive as well. You can't help but notice that at 6' tall and 220lbs he might be someone you would consider dating, or more, if you weren't married or if it weren't for the current situation - he being a professional and you his patient. Still, you are happy to see he is not bad looking. Not bad looking at all.
He starts by taking a brief survey, a few questions about any health concerns, health history and time since last exam. You tell him what he asks, beginning to feel more comfortable with his professional demeanor and the fact that he is wearing a shirt and tie, white lab coat and is wearing a stethoscope. His professional attire helps you relax a bit... until he mentions it is time for the physical examination. He asks where you would like to proceed, that he needs a place where you can lie down, preferable a bed. He also asks for a chair. He then brings you back to the reality that this is a doctors appointment by handing you a paper examination gown and asking you to remove everything. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and think, did I make a mistake here? I now have a stranger in my bedroom and I am getting totally undressed? You look at the paper gown and feel a small comfort knowing at least you will still be partially covered. You undress, put on the paper garment and take a deep breath. As you come out of the bathroom and enter the bedroom you are again reassured. The doctor tells you that a lot of his patients feel uncomfortable at first. He thanks you for accommodating him at your home while his new office is being renovated. He asks you to sit at the edge of the bed and he sits in the chair in front of you.
He has all of the doctor "things" you tell yourself and begin to relax again. He places new rubber gloves on and opens a new tongue depressor from a clean paper wrapper. You open up and say "ahh" as you are instructed to as he shines his penlight into your mouth and then takes a few notes. He then asks you to look straight ahead while he slowly moves the pen light from right to left and then asks you to follow the light with your eyes. Again, he takes a few notes. He even has that ear thingy (otolaryngoscope) you always hated when you were younger because it alway tickled your ear and gave you shivers. It still does. When he finishes checking your ears he again takes a few notes
He then mentions how important it is that women routinely conduct a self breast exam. He mentions that he is going to examine your breasts and asks if you are comfortable with that. You take a breath and say yes. He slowly opens the paper gown and slides his hand over your breast. You sigh audibly as the rubber gloved hand brushes across your breast and begins making circular motions, pressing gently against your exposed skin. He guides you to raise your arm and he continues to press against your skin, from the underarm to the area around your areole. You can't help by notice how hard your nipples have become. Is it cold in here, is it the coolness of the rubber glove? The anxiety you had started to let go of slowly creeps back when you realize that you are becoming aroused by his touch. What is wrong with me you ask yourself, he is my doctor. As he finishes examining the second breast you are surprised by his hand gently pinching your nipple. "Excellent tactile response" he says as he again takes a few notes. You trace back in your mind, did the nurse who conducted my last breast exam pinch my nipple like that? He tells you that your breasts are fine, that he has no concerns but that you should self check frequently and follow up with your OBGYN for your yearly mammogram.
At this point, he stands and informs you that he is going to check your reflexes. He again thanks you for accommodating the appointment at your home and tells you normally he would have you on an examination table and would himself be in a stool. You realize he is excusing the awkwardness of his having to kneel before you on the floor. As he takes out his small rubber hammer you realize that he is now eye level with your vagina. When he said undress before did "everything" mean everything? He asks you to cross your leg, placing your left knee over your right. He gently taps your knee and takes a few notes. He asks you to switch legs and as you begin to place your right knee over the left you suddenly realize that it was not your imagination before. It was not the coolness of the rubber glove that made your your nipples hard. You are turned on! Will he notice? Can he tell? You are beginning to blush as he taps your right knee and then jots away again in his notepad. Before you can even compose yourself he looks up at you and asks you to relax, that he is almost done. Ok, just a few more minutes and I can get dressed and be on with my day. But... will he notice? I hope he does. I want him to notice. What??!! What did I mean I want him to notice? What would my husband think if I had a man in our bedroom right now, that I was nearly naked and now so wet in front of him, wanting him? Think about something else, anything. Just as you begin to put together a shopping list in your head and start to figure out how you are gong to juggle getting the kids from school to soccer practice and still get the shopping done his voice pulls you back into reality. "Lie back" he says. Gulp.
As you lay back he asks you to scoot forward a bit, again excuses the awkwardness of this impromptu exam table and asks you to bend your knees and place your feet up on the bed. He lifts the paper gown out of the way and gently folds it back onto your stomach. You hold your breath and think of shopping again, desperately trying to distract yourself from how hot your body has become; how bad you want, no, need him to touch you. You feel his hand gently touch your labia and you can finally breath again. Actually, it is more of a relieved sigh. The doctor notices and stops. "Are you ok" you think you hear him say from a thousand miles away. Yes you reply. Again you feel his hand on your inner thigh and a finger gently brush your labia. Slowly down one delicate fold of your vagina and then up the other side. Again he does this, slowly down the inner fold of your labia and up the other side, in a circular motion. Omg, you think as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. What does this have to do with an exam? You begin to ask yourself is he just teasing you, is he supposed to be doing this to you? You are further confused when you feel his index finger brush against your clitoris. Again the circular motion begins, this time delicately around and across your clit. You realize that you are slowly moving your hips, gently in the same circular, rhythmic motion to his touch. The hand that was holding your thigh has moved, but you suddenly know where it is as you feel a gloved finger enter you. You don't dare look down. You don't want to meet his eyes, you don't want to feel judged for enjoying this. Maybe, you think to yourself, this is what a normal exam is these days. I mean, it has been years. But you still can't be sure, and the last thing you want to do is give him any reason to stop as you feel your orgasm beginning to build. "Excellent tactile response" you hear him say as he maintains his professional conduct... BUT as he speaks those words there is no mistaking that you can feel his warm breath on your inner thigh. The realization that his face is only inches away from your open, waiting, aching vagina and that he is going to watch you cum is enough to push you over the edge... almost! Just as your orgasm nears you feel his hands pull away. WHAT!!?? The exam cannot be over, he cannot just stop. For a split second you think about how stupid it was that you thought that this was anything more than a routine exam. But you need this! Fuck you if you are just going to stop now, you think to yourself. In an instant you take control of the situation and realize, professional or not, he is going to make you cum. You move your feet from the bed and place them roughly around his head, pulling his face into your aching pussy. He starts to resist but you hold on tighter, grinding your clit across his lips, tongue, wherever you can, just to keep contact and pressure against his mouth as you feel your climax building again, even bigger than before. As the doctor stops fighting and gives up trying to pull away you feel it, his tongue is entering you. He licks into you as deeply as he can, fucking you with his tongue, darting it in and out of you as you begin to cum. Wave after and wave hits as you orgasm, harder than you have in years. He continues to lick as your body shakes then gradually slowing as you melt and enjoy the sweet, exquisite bliss that comes with deep release. You relax your legs which had been locked around his head and lay back, slowly composing yourself. You look up dazedly and see him climb back into the chair, wiping your juices from his mouth with the sleeve of his lab coat. He picks up his pen and jots down a few notes in his pad. You sit up as he begins to stand. He seems embarrassed as he begins to tell you that he is sorry and that he could refer you to another doctor, perhaps a female doctor in the area. He is red faced, and as he starts making awkward small talk about a proper diet and the importance of routine breast exams you reach out and grab his belt, pulling him toward you. "I don't think we are quite done here" you say as you reach into his pants and coax out his 7" erection. "No, we are not done here at all" you say again as you look up at him with a sly smile.

To schedule an appointment please send a message. Females, single or otherwise discretion is assured and expected. Couples, I would be happy to examine you in front of your man. I hope to hear from you soon.