My Doctor left the country and was replaced by a younger, hunkier, sexier Dr. He's tall, big broad shoulders, light brown hair that's thinning, so he's got that I'm going bald Jason Statham look. He's 42-45 and sexy. I can't help but drool. We connected the first time we laid eyes on each other. He held my gaze and I his and we both looked away but as fate would have it, I was next when he was available. We connected via our chats too. He engaged me in conversations I knew he didn't have with other patients. Not that I could concentrate because all I could imagine when he was talking was how I'd love to unbutton his tight Guess jeans and cradle his cock in my hands before I took him in my mouth and how sexy he'd look with his shirt off kissing me or fucking me right at his desk. I've fantasised about him in every possible position and have had my pussy vibrate when he touches me. I don't want to scare him away but I often think about how I'd love to guide his hand to touching me down there... I wish I could tell him how he drives me nuts and how I'd give anything to be his...