There is clearly some magic between us. The way she gazes longingly into my uvula, gently pulling my lips out of the way to insert her hook.
She scrapes away, teasing and poking as I willingly let her invade my gaping maw. The scheduled visit was only for a cleaning, but I've played this game before. She just wanted to get me here to get into my mouth.
The small talk she makes is a barely veiled come-on. As she tilts the chair back, her breast brushes my shoulder ever so softly. In the most alluring way she tells me about her teenaged daughter getting ready for college. She knows I'm incapable of response because her fingers are in my mouth poking away at the stains on my teeth.
She tells me they have several flavors of commercial-grade toothpaste available for the polishing such as mint, chocolate, bubble gum, cherry, and watermelon. I want to impress her with my decision, as this could be the make-or-break moment in our relationship.
I snickered. "Does anyone get cherry anything? It always tastes like cough syrup! I'll stick with mint." I hoped I didn't sound like a simpleton, but I wanted to seem confident and mature. This was a gamble because, if she liked cherry, our flame would be immediately doused.
Clearly I made the right decision when she responded with a subtle wink. "Yes, cherry is gross! Mint is a respectable choice."
I knew it! And the dance begins.
As she scraped away near my incisors, I couldn't help but notice her looking directly up my nose. I hoped the earlier nose-hair trimming showed her I was a man who takes care of himself. At home, the floss got its bi-annual workout earlier, too, as I didn't need her thinking less of me for missing that chunk of chicken wing from last weekend.
She then did something no hygienist had ever done for me before. She grabbed a strip of cloth and told me to stick out my tongue. Ooh, how kinky! So I stuck my tongue out and she wrapped the little cloth around it and tugged it all around. Just like a penis, the tongue is hard to control even if you're its owner. She manipulated it to her desire, and then released it playfully.
She paused to get the dental polisher turned on and stuck the hose in my mouth. Tenderly she took care of me by sucking out all the excess moisture we had created together.
She grabbed the polishing tool and hit the foot pedal. "This may tickle a bit," she smiled down. The anticipation was palpable.
It was clear now that this woman was now in charge. Her gentle hands from earlier were replaced by the determined hands of a woman who knows what she wants. She was firm and aggressive. She grabbed my chin and turned it towards her, and then plunged her tool into my mouth.
She grinded away with a minty efficiency. Several times she was forced to mop up with the suction tool as I was clearly out of control.
It was so hot. At times it tickled, at times it hurt a little, but I trusted her. Her intraoral work was the best I'd ever had. We worked together and finished quickly in an intoxicating, frothy apex.
As I sat basking in the oral afterglow and operatory light, she flossed my teeth. I felt flushed and struggled to catch my breath. She rinsed me out carefully, knowing my nerve endings were tingly and raw.
I knew we'd see each other again. We were meant to be together.
Just then she said, "Looking pretty good. Keep up with the flossing, and I'll see you in six months."
You bet I will, honey.