32 Years Old, Medical Secretary In Pau!

The sun Cast a warm golden glow over the bustling streets of Pau as a pert young redhead bounced into the “Femme au Chapeau Medecin” clinic, her auburn curls bobbing with each energetic step. Isabelle was 32, a medical secretary with an insatiable appetite for pleasure, both in her professional duties and her personal life. She slid onto her stool behind the reception desk, flashing a dazzling smile at the nasally physician’s assistant standing there.

“Bon jour, Dr. Leblanc,” Isabelle purred, extending one shapely leg to playfully kick the doorstop closed with a pointed toecap. “Always so… punctual. It’s admirable.”

Dr. Leblanc cleared his throat nervously, swallowing hard as he took in Isabelle’s figure. Her fitted navy blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the tantalizing curves of her breasts, straining against a lacy bra the same shade as her fiery locks. Her pencil skirt hugged the generous swell of her hips and stopped just above the knee, giving a teasing glimpse of rosy, bare thighs.

“Oui… Bonjour Isabelle,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly. He averted his eyes, trying to compose himself. “I have some…ah…forms that require your attention, please.”

Isabelle stood and sauntered over to him, her hips swaying hypnotically. She leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear as she plucked the manila file from his trembling hands.

“You mean these? I thought so, Doctor.” Her voice was a husky whisper. “Shall we…retire to your office to go over them in detail?”

Dr. Leblanc’s mouth went dry as dust. This was not the first time Isabelle had propositioned him, but his attraction to her was still as potent as ever. His professional ethics warred with his libido.

Isabelle didn’t wait for a reply. She turned and led the way down the hall, hips twitching enticingly. In his office, she perched on the edge of his desk, crossing her legs. The skirt rode up her thighs.

Logging into his computer, she began murmuring to herself as she pretended to type, “Dr. Leblanc…more attractive than ever today. Poor man, so flustered. I do enjoy teasing him. But perhaps today I’ll give him something to remember me by…”

Suddenly, she looked up at the doctor, eyes dancing with mischief. A sly smile curved her pink lips. “Close the door, Dr. Leblanc. I think we need more privacy for this ‘consultation’.”

He complied with a shaking hand, the lock clicking loudly. Isabelle stood and moved toward him, unbuttoning her blouse slowly. The smooth skin of her chest emerged creamily, leaning toward him. She reached out and gentled his hand, guiding it to caress her breast. He inhaled sharply, transfixed by her beauty and watching in a trance as she exposed herself fully.

Isabelle took charge, tugging him toward the exam table. She whipped off her clothes faster than a woman being chased by a summons from the IRS, tossing them about carelessly as if they were Burger King wrappers. Within seconds, she was naked, taunting him as she laid back and spread her legs, giving him a view of paradise.

“Don’t be shy, doctor,” she teased, her red curls a startling contrast against the crisp white linen. Her pale skin glimmered, and she reached up to tweak a pert nipple before trailing her fingers down her flat belly and into the fiery match of her red pubic hair. She slowly parted her glistening lips before him, just a little taste of what was to come. “I know you want a examination. But of a different kind…”

Dr. Leblanc was immobilized, his manhood straining against the constraints of his trousers. Slowly, he reached to release himself, his cock springing to attention, throbbing and hard.

Isabelle eyed him approvingly, pulling him between her legs. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping him slowly. She guided his head to her slick entrance, teasing the slit of her clit across his tip. He gritted his teeth as the doctor swore under his breath, his desire making him dizzy.

“Please,” he begged, circling his hips urgently, craving to bury himself in her, “let me be a part of you.”

She teased him further, dragging her nails down his back. “Mmm. As a woman of the world, I do enjoy sampling the merchandise before investing. You may be a little cramped in here…”

Isabelle relented then, suddenly surrounding his cock with her luscious heat. Dr. Leblanc groaned loudly as he pressed himself fully inside her, savoring the feel of her muscles rippling around him. He grabbed her hips, slamming into her over and over, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge.

She cried out in pleasure, meeting him stroke for urgent stroke, urging him deeper. Her breath came in ragged gasps as his cock rubbed her in all the right places. She scratched at his back, muffled cries of ecstasy rising from her throat. The doctor was losing himself in her, sliding in and out, watching her Milf face scrunched in pleasure. She was like a drug, and he was arrayed on her addictive body.

Isabelle reached down to fondle her aching clit, sending cascades of sensation through her tender most intimate parts. The doctor could feel her tighten and flutter around him, her cry of joy signifying her explosive climax. He exploded moments later, his eruption rocketing deep inside her spasming core.

When their passions ebbed, Isabelle sent him a smug smile. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at your briefs the same way again, doctor.” She extracted herself gently, dabbing between her legs with a towel, then repairing her toilette. “Shall we call this a physical?”

They both chuckled as Dr. Leblanc fixed his clothing, but they both knew the tension would be back soon. Isabelle’s lure was inescapable.

As she departed, stilettos snapping loudly against the tile, she tossed a “Bon Soir” over her shoulder and a winning wink of promise before closing the door thy behind her.