Patient Bree's Last

Briana Holtzman was brilliant. She was a physician, board certified in internal medicine and a successful business woman. With her long, black hair, blue eyes and pale complection, she could only be described as beautiful and she turned men’s heads wherever she went.

When Bree returned to the young man she found her breathing shallow and her flesh flushed with passion. The voices of dissent had faded. She went to the examining table and lowered the upper section flat before placing a blanket over the leather table and asking the young man to lie down on the blanket and get comfortable. She then threw the second blanket over him to cover his modesty as she said, “Now, reach under the blanket and remove your gown.” she said. Standard procedure for an examining room, she thought!
As she turned the blanket down to expose him to the waist, her hand gently brushed his breasts and nipple. The effect on the young man was obvious! He grew even more flushed and his breathing came in shallow gasps. Then, she bent as if to observe him more closely and spoke into his ear, “Are you comfortable?” she whispered.
“Do you like my fingers touching your bare skin?” she asked.
“Yes! Please do it some more?”

So it was that she sat in her office, eating her noon sandwich and grapes, after a busy morning seeing patients. Suddenly, that all controlling urge came upon her and with an intensity she hadn’t known before. She needed a man. She craved a man to come and take her virginity and satisfy her needs! In response to tose needs, her hand went beneath her skirt and under her panties to her little nubin at the top of her vestibule.
There, her fingers applied a feather touch to her labia and inflamed those passions she was already experiencing. Gradually those fingers found their way into her vagina and massaged to inflame those passions even further. Quickly now, passions were taking control of her powers of reason. . . she needed relief! She needed a man !
Finally, as Bree was losing control, she felt it. . . the welcome rush of fluids from her vagina and the sensation of relief that signaled her orgasm. She began to relax and seek a tissue to clean herself. Then, it was back to work. . . Twelve more patients to see before she could finish her day of recording and office administration.
It was near 5:30 PM when a young man, a walkin without an appointment, was seated in an examining room as she walked in for her last appointment of the day. . . The young man was clearly distressed as Bree picked up his file and saw the note, “This young man has threatened to kill himself and insists that he see a doctor. Wouldn’t say what his problem was.”
“Well, What can I do for you? Young man!” She asked and the young fellow showed a look of horror as he saw her.
He gasped, “My God! You’re a woman. I didn’t know..” Bree felt a tremor of humor as she replied, “Yes! I’m a woman. What can I do for you?
“I can’t talk to a woman”
“Then, Why are you here?”
“I thought you were a man. I didn’t realize . . .”
“Well, I am a doctor and trained to handle all sorts of problems,” Bree said to relax the young man and get to the bottom of his problem.
“I’ll bet not mine.”
“Well, Why don’t you tell me a little about that problem and let’s see.”
Suddenly the young man showed a surge of confidence as he said, “It’s a sex problem.”
Then, as she was preparing to question further her nurse opened the door to the treatment room and asked, “Do you need me any more? It’s past my quitting time.” Bree replied that she had no further need of her nurse and then the office was vacant except for Bree and the young man.
So, what’s the nature of your problem? She asked.
“I’m horny. . . Seems like I’m hard all the time. I can’t think clearly as my hormones are driving me.”
“Have you tried masturbation”

In spite of all of this, Briana had a problem. At the age of twenty eight, she had worked hard her entire life to enjoy the kind of life she had attained. There had been no time for a social life or for the usual experiences that prepared her for adult life. She had developed no friends or support group. She was a virgin.
Having otherwise attained her success in life, with idle time on her hands for the first time in her life, she felt the need of those friends and support. For the first time in her life she felt frustration as she found she could no longer control her sexual needs and desires. Her mind was sometimes consumed with her needs. Masturbation, while offering temporary relief, only seemed to exacerbate those needs

“Probably ten times a day but it doesn’t bring relief. I can’t go on living like this.”
It was as he spoke that Bree realized his problem was very much the same as hers. She began to feel something stirring in her bowels. “Damn!” she thought, “I’m gonna’ be as bad off as him in a minute. Suddenly, an idea developed.
She mulled it over briefly as she made her decision to take this man’s virginity. The decision was made over the strong inner voices of dissent that usually controilled her actions.
“Have you had sex recently? She asked the young man innocently.
“No, I’m single and a pastor of a small church. I’ve sworn to remain chaste until marriage and I’ve never had sex.”
It was time to set her plan in motion. Bree’s resolve stronger than ever, the voices of dissent were abating.
“Never had sex. Well, that’s your problem. Perhaps we can remedy that if you really want to.”
“I want to.”
“Will you do exactly as I say without question? Can you keep what transpires here a secret?”
As she spoke, the young man smiled as he realized the implications of what she was saying. “Yes maam! I can keep a secret . . . except from God, of course!
“Don’t worry about him and his righteousness right now. I’m sure he understands your situation even better than you. Now, take off your clothes and get into this hospital gown” Bree said as she stepped into the adjacent examining room and quickly removed her own clothing save for a hospital surgical suit. She felt her excitement growing and her passions mounting as she anticipated what she was going to do..