It took some planning. An elaborate role play that required him to pay extra special attention to detail.

It required flight bookings, a very specific hotel and even a lab coat and what looked to be some specialist medical equipment.

As he boarded the flight bound for Cape Town, he was amused when airport security pulled him aside for inspection but later released him without complaint as they saw he was “some kind of doctor”. 

“At least they think I look the part. Let’s see what she thinks.”

His plane landed and it wasn’t long before he checked into his hotel room. The room had been booked by a lady pretending to be his assistant. She was so particular and intended to know exactly which room they would use and which view of the mountains she would be able to enjoy. 

He unlocked the door and pushed it open. Barely having stashed his bag away when there was a knock at the door. A delivery. A massage table that could easily have been at home in a doctors offices.

Setting it up exactly as she’d instructed. He then prepared the room. Dimming the lights. Setting the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature (23 degrees as she asked).

He showered, changed and slipped in the blue Hugo Boss work shirt she chose online for him to buy. 

He tidied up. Put on his mask and left the room. Making his way to the rooftop bar. Again, all as planned during their exciting exchange running up to the encounter. 

Ordering a drink, he wondered if she was there already. Watching him. He didn’t have to wait long to find out. His phone buzzed on the table next to to. A message with a picture of him holding his drink and looking out at the view. 

Her instructions were clear. 

“Pay me no obvious notice. I’m sitting next to the pillar and sipping on something sparkly.

When I’m done with my drink, I’ll get up to use the ladies. Leave one of your room cards to your right. 

I’ll collect it from you on my way past the table. Don’t be surprise when I speak to you with some made up excuse”

Moments later she stood up from her table. Her bill paid. And walked towards the ladies, she approached his table, putting her card back in her wallet. Graciously she dropped the bank card as she approached his table. 

“Oh! Let me get that for you” he offered. Retrieving her card. By the time he lifted back upright in his seat, the room card was gone.

“Thank you.” She said. “What a gentleman” knowing that was exactly what attracted her in the first place. 

She work her way down to the room. He waited for her to send further instructions.

His phone buzzed moments later. Barely able to contain himself he opened the message split seconds after it arrived.

“Which one do you prefer?”

She included two pictures. 

A: Lacy black panties and bra with a garter belt and no stockings.

B: A turquoise blue matching set with an elaborate strap system for the bra. 

It was a tough choice, but he replied:

“A. Classic black.”

Her next message:

“Good choice. Pay your bill. Come back to the room ‘Doctor’. I’m ready for my consult”

He settled his bill. Took a moment and went back to his room. Pausing at the door, he took a breath and got into character. Slipping his keycard into the lock… he was ready.

“Good afternoon Ms…” he looked at his iPad “Kitty?” 

She had a white hotel gown on and was sitting patiently on the massage table. 

“Yes, Doctor. That’s me”

“I’m sorry I’ve been running late today, I should probably say good evening instead”

“Not a problem, I know how it goes for you doctors”

“Well, I do apologise anyway. I hate to keep my patients waiting. What seems to be the trouble?”

“No trouble. I’m here for a full check up. They say you’re the best skin doc in the business.”

He smiled professionally. 

“My nurse asked you to strip down to underwear?”

“Yes” she answered, slightly shy. “The thing is I was dressed for a date after this so….”

“Don’t worry about that. Please can you remove the robe for me?”

She complied immediately while thinking “this guy is taking the role very seriously. I love it”. Dropping the robe revealed her sexy black underwear. 

He put his iPad down and warmed his hands by rubbing them together. Lightly touching her shoulder to inspect her skin. 

The right side of her body bristled with goosebumps. 

“I’m sorry, is my hand cold?” He asked.

“Not at all. It’s just that I haven’t been touched in a long time.  It feels … nice”

He smiled politely, and continued to evaluate her skin by gently touching and evaluating each spot with meticulous care.  As he touched the side of her neck, he body shuddered for a moment and her breath escaped. 

Her hand dropped and moved towards the doctors. Brushing up his thigh. 

“Uhem, Ms Kitty…”

“Doc do you really think my name is Kitty?”

Confused he looked at his iPad. It’s right here on your form. It says S. Kitty.?”

“Yes. The S stands for Sexy. I’m here for a special consult. I’m so glad it’s after hours. I was hoping you’d do a complete assessment for me?”

He looked at her for a moment and then moved back towards her. Spreading her legs gently he stood between them. 

Sliding his hands up the outside of her thighs, over her hips, up the side of her body, to her shoulders. He said…

“Oh, you wanted the complete assessment. I’m sorry that my nurse never informed me. Lucky I have no other patients for the day. 

He bent forward and before kissing her, let his lips lightly touch hers for a moment and then pulled their bodies together and he kissed her passionately. 

His right hand slipping the hair elastic from her pony tail and his fingers sliding up her neck and through her hair.

>> the rest is for a private story and your imagination.