I hate waiting. Isn't that why we make appointments? To be seen at the time of the appointment? But it never seems to go that way. It seems like I have been sitting here forever waiting to be called back to see my doctor. I get impatient and keep crossing my legs. I am wearing a pair of Falke pantyhose under my flowered dress and I can't seem to keep my hand off them. With each stroke I become more turned on. My mind starts to wander, what if I were in the office alone with the doctor. Would he try to take advantage of me? A part of me wants that to happen. He is a cute doctor after...

I hate waiting. Isn't that why we make appointments? To be seen at the time of the appointment? But it never seems to go that way. It seems like I have been sitting here forever waiting to be called back to see my doctor. I get impatient and keep crossing my legs. I am wearing a pair of Falke pantyhose under my flowered dress and I can't seem to keep my hand off them. With each stroke I become more turned on. My mind starts to wander, what if I were in the office alone with the doctor. Would he try to take advantage of me? A part of me wants that to happen. He is a cute doctor after all. Maybe I should take a short video of my pantyhose and high heels and send it to him as a tease. Oh no, that is way too embarrassing. I couldn't actually do that!! I do wish he would hurry up though. I continue cross my legs and rub my pantyhose thighs as I wait for my name to be called. At least I'm in this waiting room alone.....