How I learned to love going to the orthodontist

I didn’t get braces until I was 16 years old, partly because they were so expensive and I grew up in a low income home.  When my parents met the orthodontist, they were impressed that he charged patients based on their family’s ability to pay, so as I sat there he showed them a chart, and their eyes opened wide when they saw that they could end up paying a little less than half of what most people were paying then. 

I found out pretty quickly how he made this work.  In a standard visit, he would do a quick examination of the teeth, then write things on a pre-printed form and the patient goes to room A for the first part, then B, then C.  He had about a dozen women doing the actual work, and they moved from room to room if their room was out of patients.  The more experienced women could handle any of the three, including the more difficult patients.  Of course, the vast majority of the kids there were say 12-14 years old, and I was one of only a very few who was older.

Also different back then was the chairs they used in those rooms.  They were chairs that looked like slightly large kitchen chairs with rounded tops, but the top part reclined to 90 degrees depending on what was necessary.  Those chairs made it a little awkward for the women doing the work sometimes, as they sat behind the patient and had to lean forward pretty far to get at the back upper teeth. 

It was during my first visit that I was surprised that the second of the women I sat with leaned so far forward at some points that her breasts were essentially right in my face albeit covered by a standard nurse’s dress and bra.  It was only for part of the time that she had to lean forward that much.  Of course, it was more than a little pleasant for me. 

It wasn’t until about my third visit that things changed a bit for me.  As I was in Room A getting the first part done, the woman doing the work (I think her name was Audrey, and she was wearing the standard outfit but with an old cardigan sweater) said shewould be back in a minute, and when she returned, she said I could choose to have the whole thing done in one of the other rooms that had a couple of bigger chairs for adult patients.  I just followed her to that room, which was empty and she closed the door. 

She had already been leaning on me quite as described above, and she had to have noticed that I was developing a bulge in my pants because she her breasts kept brushing my head and even forehead when she leaned far forward.  The chair in that room was larger, but the same shape, and I was pretty quickly convinced that she was deliberately leaning forward more than she needed to.  I would have guessed that she was mid-20’s, with long, straight, very clean and nice smelling hair along with her wearing some kind of vanilla type fragrance.  She also had taken off her sweater, which then made me realize that she had takenoff her bra while she was gone! 

She never said a word other than the usual small talk or to tell me to adjust my head position.  Then she said that she could do all three processes and I wouldn’t have to wait, to which of course I immediately agreed.  The B part of the work, where she had no choice but to lean far forward, was even nicer because she kept adjusting her position while leaning lightly onto my face so her breasts were slowly going back and forth against my forehead and even my eyes.  In retrospect, it was not too different from part of a lap dance except that instead of for money I truly believed she was doing it because she enjoyed it, she knew that I did, and she wanted to see how hard she could get me. 

She also had moved her supply tray to the right of the chair so she would have to stand up to grab more wires and things, and when she did so, her beautiful bottom would brush against my shoulder.  That didn’t help me relax either. 

I appreciated that she was smart and when she finally finished all three parts of the work, she just told me that she would bring the doctor in a few minutes to check the work, so I avoided that line also.  That gave me time to relax, and for my raging erection to subside.  While she was gone, I grabbed a couple tissues from the box and reached under my underwear to clean up the pre-cum that was there.  Needless to say, as soon as I was alone at home, I had no choice but to masturbate (not that I didn’t want to) and it took very little time and produced an absolutely giant load. 

During the rest of my course of treatment there, it became standard practice to take me to the back room, and Audrey “worked on me” a few more times, and I have to admit that when I was assigned to her in room A, I couldn’t completely hide my smile.  There was one other woman (I think her name was Beth) who treated me similarly to Audrey.  Even when it was someone else, they would still have to lean far forward for the middle part, so usually it was at least somewhat arousing. 

It sure changed how I felt about going there!!!