“What’s the matter Judi?”
“There’s a young man out in the reception area. Seems to be in a panic state but won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
Judi was staring at my glistening pussy lips and rock-hard nipples. I didn’t mind. Judi was Bi, but girls just didn’t do anything for me sexually. At least they hadn’t yet.
“OK Judi. Give me five minutes to dress and then send him in.”
Judi reluctantly left me to dress. I didn’t bother toweling myself off, just slipped into my short, white skirt and white, cotton blouse with nothing on under them. I never wore a bra because even the softest cotton bras irritated my large, super-sensitive nipples when they were aroused. Even the soft fabric of my blouses irritated them so I always left the top three or four buttons undone. My short doctor’s jacket concealed that fact from my patients but, for some reason, I didn’t bother putting my jacket on that Friday afternoon.
Five minutes later, a guy that could have been a fullback for the Green Bay Packard’s walked into my office.
“Hi. Have a seat. What’s the problem?”
He settled in the chair opposite my desk, his eyes looking at a spot between his feet. He started to blush furiously.
“I have blood in my….When I…I thing that I have blood in my…When I mas…”
He was squirming in his chair.
I got up, walked around my desk. Stepping in front of him, I leaned back against my desk. His eyes were still on the floor between his feet.
“What’s your name?”
“Randy, doc.”
“Well, Randy, I think that we are going to be handling an intimate problem here, so you had better call me Jenny. OK?”
Slowly his eyes rose from the floor, pausing for a moment to take in my unbuttoned blouse before settling on my face.
“OK do…Jenny.”
“Randy, are you trying to tell me that you think that there’s blood in your jism when you masturbate?”
“Yes” He said shyly.
“OK, Randy, get naked and let me see what we are going to be working with.”
I watched, mesmerized as he stripped off his Jeans and muscle shirt. He wasn’t wearing any undershorts and his soft cock hung halfway down his thighs. His soft cock had to be as long and as thick as my forearm.
“Jesus, fucking Christ. You’re hung like a fucking stallion. I bet your girlfriend loves having that thing buried all the way up inside her.” I didn’t believe I had actually said that but I had. Looking at that beautiful hunk of manhood was making my nipples even harder.
“I really don’t have a steady girlfriend, Jenny. That’s why I masturbate all the time.”
“Well, Randy, I have a lover, but I still masturbate a lot too. Nothing wrong with masturbating. It’s healthy. It’s fun. Better than you shooting your load in your Jeans, or me creaming in my panties.”
I giggled girlishly.
“What’s so funny Jenny?”
“Oh, nothing much, it’s just that I just remembered that I’m not wearing any panties under my skirt.”
Reaching behind me, I found the button on the intercom.
“You can go on home Judi. This will take a while. I’ll lock up. Have a good weekend.”
Taking Randy’s hand, I pulled him to his feet and led him towards my examination room.