Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were regular patients. They came in for their teeth cleaning appointments every six months like clockwork. They called it their dental date. In their mid-sixties, they were both fit and looked five to ten years younger than their age.  Mr. Johnson was sweet and always a gentleman, even when I often caught him ogling me because of his obvious attraction. Mrs. Johnson and I giggled through her appointments like sorority sisters despite our thirty-year age difference. I admired her confident, mischievous air, accentuated by her signature bright red lipstick. Rather than jealously at my infatuation, she loved to tease and embarrass him in front of me. His immediate blushes betrayed his denials.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” Mrs. Johnson asked at the end of her last appointment.

“Anything,” I quickly answered.

She glanced around to see if anyone was listening and motioned for me to lean in close. She put her hand up next to my ear and whispered her request.

I stood up, caught off guard by what she asked. Her warm smile offset my surprise. I smiled back. “I will,” I answered. “I promise.”

~ A Year Later~

“Hello, Mr. Johnson,” I said with my usual broad smile with bright red lipstick, as I opened the door to the waiting room.

“Hi Ami!” he replied, standing up eagerly. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, taking his usual admiring look at me in my scrubs.

“I am,” I replied, smiling at his innocent lingering scan. I led him back to my small dental room at the end of the hallway of hygienists. He watched my ass with my every step. “Have a seat, please,” I said, pointing to the dental chair. “Are you hanging in there?”

“Yes. I can’t believe it’s been a year,” he said. “It was hard to come in without her,” he added, looking at my caring eyes as I put my gloves and mask on. “But she told me to keep up our dental dates.”

“She was a wonderful woman,” I said, lowering the chair back. “She loved you very much.” I pushed the tray of small dental instruments next to him.

“Yes, she did,” he answered.

“Comfortable?”

He nodded.

“You know the drill,” I said. “No pun intended. If you feel any pain or if anything I do is uncomfortable, just put your hand up to let me know.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

 “Now open wide, and let’s take a look,” I said with a smile under my mask. The top of my unbuttoned scrub top dropped low as I leaned forward to look in his mouth, giving him a full view of my firm, ample, naked breasts beneath. I glanced to see his eyes immediately glued to the unobstructed view. “I like the way these look,” I said, fully intending the double-entendre as I tapped his teeth with my scrapper.

He glanced over quickly at my blue eyes before returning his vision to see my nipples growing the size of a dental cotton bite roll beneath my scrubs. He squirmed in his seat slightly, unable to say anything with my hands in his mouth.

As I reached for the plaque scraper on the tray, I noticed the expected bulge growing across his lap beneath his pants. “Hmm,” I said, dropping a gauze over the bulge. I nonchalantly reached for it and laid my hand over the firmed form of his cock.

He gasped.

“Everything still okay?” I asked, using language appropriate with the proximity of other hygienists working in earshot.

He nodded again.

“I’m glad,” I answered, boldly starting to tease his hardened shaft with my long, manicured nails over his pants. My left hand reached down to take hold of his right hand from the armrest. I lifted it under my scrub top, certain he would still know what to do.

A look of shock gradually turned to a smile on his face. He immediately gripped my left tit with the strong ruggedness of his hand, capturing my puffy nipple between his fingers and thumb.

I moaned quietly as I purposefully stroked his cock with my hand over his pants. His breathing quickened. I bent down, lowered my lips to his ear, and whispered, “She was a wonderful woman. She loved you very much.”

His body started to tremble in the chair. He squeezed my tit and pinched my nipple harder.

I slowly unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled his cock out. Conflicted emotions painted his face. I quickly laid dental bibs across his lap. His red, impressive cock throbbed on top. I put some dental lubricant gel on my hand and stroked his length before palming his bulbous head.

He gasped.

I gripped him more firmly in my petite hand, stroking him slowly at first before gradually increasing my pace. His breathing became more rapid, signaling he was very close. I reached my other hand into his pants and massaged his tender, engorged balls.

His body shook.

I leaned over and placed my lips by his ear. “Cum for her,” I whispered. 

In only seconds, his back arched and his body quaked.

I suddenly pulled down my mask and swallowed the entire length of his cock down my young throat. Cum gushed like a hydrant against the back of my esophagus. I secured my painted red lips around his member, not allowing any cum to escape in my determination to siphon him dry. His body slowly relaxed, molding itself into the chair.

He sat in satisfied silence, contemplating what just happened for the next half hour as I returned my mask and finished cleaning his teeth. When I finished, he stood up with a broad, clean smile. “Did she?” his words trailed, unable to finish the question. “Was this her?” his words trailed again.

“She was a wonderful woman,” I repeated. “She loved you very much.”

“Yes, she did,” he said.

“See you in six months?”