Impatient Patient

Liz Jordan waited in the cold examination room, tugging at the flimsy gown that barely covered her thighs. Her fingers drummed against her knee while she muttered about the doctor's tardiness. A smile broke across her face. The early appointment meant her usual morning pleasure had been skipped, but the empty room offered a solution she couldn't resist. She slipped her hand beneath the gown, parting her legs without ceremony. Her fingers found their target with practiced ease, circling her clit before sliding lower to tease her entrance. Two fingers pushed inside while her thumb kept pressure on that sensitive spot, working herself open with quiet determination. The door opened without warning. Dr. Dana Vespoli stood frozen, her apology dying on her lips as she took in the sight before her—Liz with her fingers buried deep, frozen mid-motion in perfect clarity. The shock lasted seconds. Liz recovered first, her grin widening as her fingers remained exactly where they were. "Maybe you can find a way to make up for keeping me waiting," she said, her voice steady and suggestive.