I stepped out of the dentist’s office, a sense of relief washing over me as the lingering effects of the local anesthesia started to wear off. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and I was grateful to have finally crossed the dreaded dental check-up off my to-do list. As I adjusted my scarf, preparing to brave the chilly December air, I nearly collided with a woman who was locking the door to one of the other offices.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, taking a step back. My eyes met hers, and I found myself momentarily lost in their warm hazel depths. She had shoulder-length brown hair, slightly tousled, and a pair of glasses perched on her delicate nose. Her figure was captivating—curvy in all the right places, with a hint of cleavage visible through her white lab coat.

“It’s quite alright,” she replied, her voice soft and soothing. “I should be more careful myself. I’m usually more focused on my patients than my surroundings.” She smiled, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth. “I’m Dr. Ava, by the way. I’m a psychologist here at Cul-de-sac Medical.”

“Blake,” I introduced myself, extending my hand. Her handshake was firm, surprising me for a moment before I realized it suited her confident demeanor. “I’m a lawyer. Just had my semi-annual teeth cleaning. Not as pleasant as your line of work, I imagine.”

She laughed, the sound like music to my ears. “Well, I deal with people’s intimate problems, but I’m not sure I’d call it pleasant. It’s rewarding, though.”

I found myself drawn to her intelligence and the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about her profession. Sensing an opportunity, I decided to take a chance. “Would you like to grab a cup of coffee? I’d love to hear more about your work, and I’m sure you could use a break before the holidays.”

Ava’s eyes widened slightly, and she glanced at her watch. “I’d love to, but I’m afraid I have a few more things to wrap up before I can truly relax for the holidays.”

Disappointment washed over me, but I wasn’t ready to give up. “Dinner, then? I know a great little Italian place nearby. We could continue this conversation over some pasta and wine.”

She bit her lower lip, a gesture that sent a jolt of desire through me. “I suppose I could make time for dinner. It’s been a while since I’ve had a proper meal, what with all the patients and paperwork.”

“Excellent!” I exclaimed, unable to hide my enthusiasm. “How about I pick you up here at 7? We can walk to the restaurant from here.”

Ava smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re persistent, Mr. Blake. I like that. I’ll see you at seven, then.”

As I walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to be an evening to remember.

At precisely seven o’clock, I arrived back at Cul-de-sac Medical, a bouquet of red roses in hand. Ava stepped out of her office, looking even more stunning than she had earlier. Her hair was loose, cascading in soft waves around her shoulders, and she had changed into a figure-hugging black dress that accentuated her curves.

“You look incredible,” I said, handing her the flowers.

Ava’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she took the roses with a delighted smile. “Why, thank you. That’s very sweet of you, Blake.”

I held out my arm, and she took it, allowing me to guide her through the crisp evening air to the nearby restaurant. The hostess led us to a cozy corner table, and we settled in, perusing the menus.

“So, tell me more about your work, Ava,” I prompted, eager to learn more about this captivating woman.

She took a sip of the wine we had ordered and leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Well, as I mentioned, I’m a psychologist. I specialize in helping people navigate their intimate relationships. It’s fascinating to delve into the complexities of the human mind and heart.”

I listened intently as she spoke, her passion for her work evident in every word. We discussed the challenges and rewards of her profession, and I found myself sharing my own experiences as a lawyer, often dealing with the aftermath of failed relationships in divorce cases.

As the conversation flowed, so did the wine. The restaurant’s atmosphere, with its soft lighting and romantic ambiance, seemed to enhance the intimacy of our discussion. Before long, we were laughing and flirting openly, our bodies leaning closer together across the table.

“You know, Blake,” Ava said, her voice low and sultry, “I must admit, I’ve enjoyed this evening immensely. And I think I’d like to get to know you better.”

My heart raced at her words, and I reached across the table, taking her hand in mine. “I feel the same way, Ava. I’ve been captivated by you since our chance meeting earlier today.”

Her eyes locked with mine, and I saw the desire mirrored in their depths. Without a word, she stood, taking my hand and leading me out of the restaurant. The cold night air hit us, but neither of us noticed as we stumbled down the street, our lips finding each other in a heated kiss.

Ava’s hands were on my chest, pulling me closer, her tongue dancing with mine. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, and my body responded, hardening with desire. Breaking the kiss, she whispered breathlessly, “My place is just around the corner. Let’s go.”

I followed her lead, my mind clouded with lust. We arrived at a cozy apartment building, and Ava fumbled with her keys, finally managing to unlock the door. As soon as we were inside, she turned to me, her eyes wild with passion.

“I want you, Blake,” she said, her voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I didn’t need any further invitation. I kicked the door shut behind us and pressed her against it, my lips claiming hers once more. My hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves I had admired earlier. I cupped her breasts through the fabric of her dress, feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch.

Ava moaned into my mouth, her hands tugging at my shirt, desperate to feel my skin. I obliged, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. Her hands immediately went to my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles, before sliding lower, her fingers brushing against the bulge in my pants.

“Oh, you feel so good,” she whispered, her breath hot against my neck. “I want to taste you.”

With that, she dropped to her knees, her hands working quickly to unfasten my belt and unzip my pants. I stepped out of them, my erection springing free, already glistening with anticipation. Ava’s eyes widened slightly at the sight, but she didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock, taking me deep into her warm mouth.

I groaned, running my hands through her hair as she sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of my shaft. Her hands cupped my balls, massaging them gently as she took me deeper, her throat constricting around me. I had never experienced such expert fellatio, and I struggled to hold back my orgasm.

“Ava, wait,” I gasped, pulling her away gently. “I want to taste you, too.”

She stood, her eyes smoldering with desire. “Then don’t keep me waiting.”

I led her to the couch, pushing her down gently onto the cushions. Ava’s dress rode up, revealing her smooth thighs and the lacy black panties that barely covered her sex. I knelt between her legs, inhaling her musky scent, my cock throbbing with need.

I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs, revealing her glistening pussy. Her lips were full and swollen, already wet with desire. I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out to taste her, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Ava.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her hands gripping the cushions. “Right there, Blake.”

I obliged, my tongue delving into her wetness, exploring every fold and crevice. I found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and sucked it into my mouth, earning a sharp cry of pleasure from Ava. Her hips bucked against my face, her juices flowing freely as I licked and sucked, driving her closer to the edge.

“I’m going to come, Blake,” she gasped, her body trembling.

I increased the pace, my tongue working feverishly, until Ava’s orgasm hit her like a wave, causing her to cry out and arch her back. I continued to lap at her, savoring her sweet essence, until her tremors subsided.

Ava pulled me up, her lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. “Now, Blake,” she whispered between kisses, “I want you inside me. I need to feel you.”

I stood, positioning myself at the entrance of her glistening pussy. With one smooth thrust, I buried myself deep within her, eliciting a gasp from Ava. Her walls clenched around me, hot and tight, and I groaned at the sensation.

“You feel so good,” I muttered, my voice hoarse with desire.

Ava wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper. “Harder, Blake,” she urged, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck me harder.”

I obliged, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into her, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Ava’s moans filled the room, her head thrown back in abandon as I pounded into her, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

“I’m close,” I grunted, my own orgasm building. “So close, Ava.”

“Yes, Blake,” she panted, her eyes locked with mine. “Come for me. Fill me with your cum.”

Her words were like a trigger, and my release hit me like a freight train. I thrust into her one final time, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself deep within her, my vision blurring with pleasure. Ava’s walls clenched around me, milking my sensitive cock as her own orgasm rippled through her body.

We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies still entwined, our hearts racing. I kissed her temple, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “That was incredible, Ava.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “It certainly was. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

As I held her in my arms, I knew she was right. This night had been a revelation, and I couldn’t wait to see what else Ava and I would discover together.