.. she wore a jacket undone with a spaghetti strap vest under which clung to her breasts. He smiled and invited her in. He'd never felt sexual tensi...n like this with a patient, he was glad it was thursday as he worked alone. They sat down in the cubicle and he went through the usual routine, questions about her neck etc etc. But his heart was pounding, she was flirting with him at first he thought he was imagining it but there was no denying it. The pure intensity of her starring intently. The roughness must have done the trick because she started almost purring. “mmmmm. That feels good.” I scrubbed good her from behind, from her neck, down her back and her firm ass cheeks, and down her legs to her ankles, and then got down on my knees and had her raise each foot so I could wash them. Still behind her, I started back up the front of her legs. I stood as I got to her trim thighs, slowly running the washcloths over her skin as I began to kiss her shoulders and nuzzle into her neck,. . and neat. Everything was so very neat, almost fussily so. You could just imagine the unfortunate Mr Dougherty picking every weed out of the flower beds under the watchful eyes of your domineering mathematics teacher who would be observing him from behind the net curtains. Or maybe, you thought, it was he who had the tidiness bug. But it hardly mattered for you wanted nothing to do with Mr Dougherty for you never did have time for transvestites, transsexuals, cross-dresssers or others of that. Deciding to venture further, he ran his hand up the inside of her tight skirt, parting her legs slightly as his fingers crept further. She was squirming as his hand swept across her moist panties, barely making contact. She gasped as her head fell backwards, revealing her neck, surrendering her body. He stood and grasping both her hands he pulled her to her feet. Glancing briefly he rushed her along the pathway, leading her by their interlocked fingers. He forgot work and he forgot his worries.