Nervous Evening Visit to the Handsome Dentist: From Fear to Passionate Ecstasy

I was truly in tatters from nerves when that evening I parked my car in front of the darkened dental clinic building. I was twenty-eight, and a visit to the dentist always triggered panic in me – my heart pounded like a hammer, my palms sweated, and visions of drilling and pain swirled in my head. My teeth had been hurting for a week, but only today, after work hours, did Dr. Fabian have time for an urgent consultation. He was the only dentist in town who took evening appointments, and I’d heard from friends that he was not only brilliant but also handsome as a magazine cover. But what did that matter when I could barely breathe from nerves?

I stepped into the lobby, lit by soft neon lights. The reception was empty – evening hours meant privacy. The office door opened slightly and there he stood: Dr. Fabian, a tall, athletic man in his thirties, with dark hair slicked back and a smile that could melt ice. He wore a white coat hugging his broad shoulders and trousers that accentuated his muscular thighs. His eyes, green and piercing, immediately locked onto mine.

– Good evening, Ms. Sylwia. Please come in – he said in a deep, calm voice that worked like a balm on my nerves.

– G-good evening, Doctor – I mumbled, stepping inside. The office smelled of cleanliness and a hint of his cologne – masculine, woody.

I sat in the dental chair while he locked the door, explaining that he liked peace in the evenings. For the first time I felt a shiver, not just of fear but of something else, when his hand brushed my arm as he fitted the protective bib. He was warm, self-assured. He examined my teeth with a mirror under the lamp, and I clenched my fists on the armrests.

– Please relax, Sylwia. You’re not in any danger. I see inflammation, but we can treat it without drilling today – he murmured, leaning close. His breath grazed my cheek and I blushed like a teenager.

– Really? Because I’m so scared... – I admitted, looking into his eyes.

He smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder. – I know. Many patients feel that way. But I take care of comfort. Would you like some mint tea to calm down?

I nodded and he left for a moment. I sat there, inhaling his scent, and for the first time thought this visit might be more than medicine. He returned with a cup, sat beside me, and began gently massaging my neck.

– Unwind. The touch of his fingers was electric – warm, professional, yet with a hint of intimacy. I told him about my fear, my childhood, how a dentist once hurt me. He listened attentively, nodding.

– You’re safe with me, Sylwia. Completely – he whispered, and his fingers slid lower, onto my back.

I felt the tension ease, replaced by warmth in my lower belly. This was the beginning. We talked a little longer; he told me about his passion for the job and evening shifts for people like me. His voice hypnotized me. Eventually he returned to the examination, but his movements were slower, more sensual now. He moved the instruments over my teeth while I imagined those hands all over me. My heart beat faster, not from fear. When he finished the check-up, he leaned in and brushed his lips against my ear.

– Everything will be fine. Stay a moment; let’s talk.

I didn’t protest. I sat watching him remove his coat, revealing a tight shirt underneath. The handsome dentist had become the man of my dreams. The conversation turned personal – loneliness, everyday stress. I admitted I hadn’t been close to anyone in a long time. Neither had he – he’d recently broken up.

– You’re a beautiful woman, Sylwia. You shouldn’t be afraid of anything – he said, stroking my hand.

A shiver of excitement ran through me. I didn’t know what the rest of the evening would bring, but I knew I wanted more.

I was still sitting in the chair, Dr. Fabian standing so close I could feel the heat of his body. His hand on my neck burned like fire – gentle yet firm. I truly hadn’t expected a dentist visit to turn so sensual. He returned to the examination, but his movements were different now: slower, more intimate. He slid the mirror over my teeth while I couldn’t tear my eyes from his shoulders straining against his shirt.

– Open wider, Sylwia. Yes, perfect – he murmured, shining the lamp. His breath brushed my lips and I felt moisture between my thighs. For the first time in my life I got aroused at the dentist.

– Doctor... Fabian... I... – I whispered when he withdrew the instrument.

– Something wrong? – he asked, looking into my eyes. His green irises burned.

– No, it’s... your touch... it’s so... soothing – I admitted, blushing.

He smiled predatorily. – I like it when patients relax. Maybe a jaw massage? It helps with tension.

I nodded and he placed his hands on either side of my face. His fingers massaged gently, sliding lower to my neck and cleavage. I closed my eyes, moaning softly. I felt his thumb graze my collarbone, then slip under the bib onto the curve of my breast.

– You’re tense everywhere – he whispered, leaning in. His lips were centimeters from mine.

– Fabian... what are you doing? – I asked in a trembling voice, but I didn’t push him away.

– Helping you relax. Consent? – he asked, waiting for my signal.

– Yes... please – I whispered, and he kissed me. The first kiss was explosive – deep, dominant, his tongue dancing with mine, tasting of mint and desire. He pulled back, breathing hard.

– Take off the bib, Sylwia.

I obeyed. He unbuttoned my blouse, revealing black lace lingerie. – Beautiful – he murmured, sucking my nipple through the fabric. I moaned loudly, writhing in the chair.

– Quiet, darling. The evening visit is meant to be pleasurable – he said, removing his trousers. His cock was hard, impressive, emerging from his boxers. He knelt between my legs, hiking up my skirt – wait, I was wearing jeans, but he quickly unzipped them.

– Wet for me? – he asked, sliding a finger under my panties.

– Yes... from the moment I saw you – I admitted.

His fingers penetrated me slowly, twisting inside, thumb circling my clit. I cried out softly, biting my lip. Then he stood, taking a condom from the drawer – professional even now.

– I want you right here, on the chair – he growled, thrusting into me in one stroke. Pain and pleasure pierced me – I was tight from nerves, but quickly relaxed. He fucked me hard, gripping my hips, the chair creaking rhythmically.

– You’re my patient... my slut – he hissed, and I begged for more.

– Harder, Fabian! Fuck me!

Orgasm crashed over me in waves – I shook, screaming his name. He came moments later, filling the condom with heat. We collapsed, panting, him still inside me.

After that first orgasm I was still trembling, but Fabian wasn’t finished. He withdrew slowly, removing the condom, and I gazed at his still-hard cock in admiration. I truly couldn’t believe a nervous dentist visit would end in such an explosion of passion. I lay on the chair, naked from the waist up, panties around my ankles.

– Not over yet, Sylwia. I want all of you – he said, lifting me onto the instrument tray. He carefully moved the equipment aside and laid me on my back. His mouth descended to my mound.

– Fabian... oral at the dentist? – I moaned, but spread my legs wider.

– Yes, patient. You taste incredible – he murmured, licking me hungrily. His tongue swirled around my clit, sucking it, fingers plunging deep. I screamed, digging my nails into the tray. The second orgasm hit instantly – I came in his mouth, writhing in ecstasy.

– Delicious – he licked his lips, rising. He kissed me, sharing my taste. Then he turned me to face the mirror on the wall – I saw us both: me pale with pleasure, him dominant, cock ready.

– Watch me take you from behind – he growled, first sliding into my mouth. I sucked him greedily, tasting the salt, swallowing deep. Gag reflex overwhelmed me, but he praised:

– Good girl. Now the pussy.

He thrust into my wet slit from behind, gripping my hair. The mirror showed everything: his hips slapping my ass, breasts bouncing, my face in bliss. He fucked hard, spanking me.

– You like that, don’t you? Nervous slut turned nympho.

– Yes! You’re my dream dentist! – I cried.

He changed position – sat in the chair and I straddled him, riding wildly. His hands squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples. We kissed passionately, biting lips.

– I’m coming... again! – I screamed, and he filled the second condom.

We collapsed, exhausted. He hugged me, stroking my hair.

– That was the best visit, Sylwia. Come back for more.

– I promise. From fear to love in one evening – I whispered.

I dressed; he kissed me goodbye. Walking out, I felt new – my teeth hurt less and my heart beat with desire. A satisfying ending – I knew I would return.