The inspiration for this story came from a dream.

I followed Sparky's way of writing down the ideas I had and working from there. I had twelve lines of text when I was done.

Some of the story is true, some is wishful thinking and some is purely fantasy. It's true the kitchen window faces the neighbour's bedroom window and I can see the backyard from my kitchen window. There was a trampoline in the backyard for a couple of years and I did drive long-haul for about ten years. I did have braces for several years and smiled to show my braces, and I do drive an old pickup truck. How much of the rest of the story is true is for you to decide.

One other thing. I do grow flowers and they bloom until the snow falls.

Part Two - Grocery Shopping

I head into town with my grocery list on my tablet just the way I usually do each week. The list isn't particularly long and I stop at the garbage dump on my way. Sometimes I am there on a day when someone dropped off something I can use in my garden or greenhouse such as old hoses or large plant pots to start plants in. My old truck is great for hauling things in and its rust spots and dents give it character and is recognizable when I drive it.

I stop by the hardware store to see if they have any deals on plants to add to my garden and the electronics store for some new headphones. While I'm at the mall, I renew my library card and browse through a few stores before walking across the parking lot to the grocery store.

It's easy to take notice of the girl who has been following me for a while. Her black jeans were distressed when she bought them and they are even more distressed now. The skin-to-cloth ratio is about even and they look as if they are one size too small on her generous hips and nicely rounded ass, which I catch glimpses of as she pretends to be window shopping. From a distance, it doesn't look as if there is anything underneath her jeans. Her black t-shirt is thin and practically see-through, and I can almost see the bra on her very modest chest, and I'm guessing she is barely a B-cup.

What really draws my attention is the colour of her hair. It's an eye-catching coppery-red which I find particularly appealing, especially because she has her almost waist-length hair in pigtails and draped over her chest partially hiding her breasts. She checks off so many boxes on my 'appealing women' list.

I try not to make it too obvious I am checking her out, and I know for sure she is following me when she enters the grocery store while I am getting a shopping cart. With my tablet in front of me, I have a good reason for pretending to be looking around for items as I follow her around the store. My cart slowly fills up as we pass items on my shopping list, but nowhere near as fast as it usually does. Every so often, she glances over her shoulder or looks at the reflection in a glass-fronted display case, and I see her smile.

It's obvious we are both playing the same game when we pass by the dairy section for the third time and she pauses long enough to let me pass by her, and I see her smile again. This time I'm close enough to catch a glimpse of her teeth reflecting in the glass door of the milk section. It might just be a glimmer from the lights overhead, but I think I catch a sparkle from her mouth. She definitely has my attention now.

I turn into the next aisle, which is pet food for an animal I don't have, and pause to check my list. Everything on my list is in my cart and some things not on my list have made their way into my cart too. She smiles as she passes me and this time it isn't a reflection in the glass that I catch a glimpse of, it is definitely a sparkle from her teeth, but it's obvious to me she is trying to hide her teeth as much as possible. I've seen that same smile before, but I can't remember where.

As much as I am enjoying the game of following her around the store, the game has to end sometime. She passes by the registers as I unload my cart onto the belt and disappears through the doors, but not before she smiles one more time. How she moves and smiles looks familiar, but I can't figure out where I know her from.

As I exit the store, I see her sitting on a bench watching people leave, and as I walk out, she stands up and walks toward me. I guess the puzzled look on my face tells her enough. Her closed-mouth smile fades a bit as she says, "You don't recognize me, do you? Here's a hint, you have a nice flower garden." When I still looked puzzled, her smile returns as she adds, "I guess I do look very different from how I did the last time you saw me. Do you have time to sit down and talk?" When I nod, her smile gets bigger, but she still is keeping her teeth hidden and I can tell she is doing it by design, not because she is ashamed of how her teeth look. "Would you let me buy you something to drink? I know of a place that makes sun tea almost as good as you did." This second clue narrows down the possibilities of who she is quite a bit, but it is still not enough.

Everything in my cart can sit in my truck for quite a while before being put away. I smile and my mouth reacts before my brain has a chance to engage fully as I say, "It's been a long time since I had such an appealing offer from such a beautiful young woman. I haven't even had any from the older ladies lately. Let me put my groceries in my truck and I'll take you up on your offer, on one condition. You have to let me pay."

Her smile gets bigger and she struggles to keep her teeth hidden from me, though I do see just the very tips of her front teeth. "It's a deal." As soon as she sees what direction I am heading, she moves ahead of me and I get a spectacular view of her generous ass as it sways. There is no fat on it, just muscle, and the movements her ass is making come from her muscles as she walks. From time to time, she looks over her shoulder to make sure I am still behind her, and each time she does and sees where I am looking, the motion her ass is making increases slightly.

My truck comes into view and she squeals, "You still have that old truck. It is so much like you, old and battered, and still going strong." She looks over her shoulder. "I like old things. They have character and stand out from all the new things. They make me feel comfortable." I feel as if the last comment is directed right at me. Everyone in the neighbourhood knows my truck, so her latest clue doesn't help me identify her.

She doesn't say anything as she hands me things from my cart to put in the back seat of my truck. Her help speeds things up a bit, and getting a close-up look of the front of her makes the time fly. "Okay, mystery girl, where to next?"

She really struggles to keep her teeth hidden as she smiles. "The restaurant isn't far,  so we can walk there. Would it seem creepy if I asked to hold your hand? I always wanted to do it but never was brave enough to ask." Rather than answer, I take her hand and she leads me across the street. It doesn't take us long to get to the restaurant and I wish it had taken longer. It feels nice to have her hand in mine.

The big glass jars lining the front window made the restaurant stand out from the places in the neighbourhood. Each jar has teabags and slices of lemon or lime floating in it, and the sun does the rest. They use white cane sugar in some and brown cane sugar in others, and it is always a mystery which tea they will serve you. "Why don't you get us a table outside while I get us a couple of glasses."

Her closed-mouth smile is driving me crazy. "Why don't you get a pitcher instead? We'll probably be here a while."

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Chapter 4 – His Deck

My mind returns to where I am as we pull into my driveway and she turns off the ignition for me. She rubs my hand against her upper thigh with her other hand and smiles. "Thank you for finally giving me a ride in your truck. You just fulfilled one of my fantasies." She waits until I slide out my side of the truck and bends her other leg to get it around the stickshift to slide out beside me, and the thin fabric of her jeans stretches again. "I hope you have plenty of sun tea brewed, it's been far too long since I had a glass of it."

I bring her an empty ice cream pail to use to pick the salad and a tray of ice cubes for the tea. It’s clear she has been watching me for a long time, because she has a couple of glasses from above the outside sink sitting on the table and a small pitcher of tea waiting. She takes the pail and moves around my garden picking vegetables for the salad, bending over more than she needs to, sometimes facing me and sometimes with her cute ass in my direction, smiling the entire time. Her salad-making skills have improved since I taught her how to make them and what she places in front of me surpasses what I normally do.

"Dig in old man, you're about to fulfill another of my fantasies. I get to have you watch me eat a salad with me in braces." She waits until I start eating to start on hers. She doesn't do anything even remotely suggestive, she just sits across from me, occasionally using her tongue or finger to dislodge a stubborn piece of salad. The deformations on the front of her t-shirt are an indication she is enjoying the salad far more than she is letting on. She plays with my phone as she's eating, sometimes just tapping the screen, other times holding it up and pointing it at me. I'm too distracted to care and she's old enough to see anything that might be on my phone, even though she's less than half my age. All the interesting stuff is password-protected on the computer in my bedroom and I use my tablet and laptop for the stories I write.

She looks at her mom's place again and says, "It doesn't look like my mom's home right now. Give me five minutes to check and I'll help you with the dishes." I watch her ass twitch as she walks through my garden to the gate and around to her yard with her mischievous braced smile.

When she hasn't returned in five minutes, I take the dirty things to the kitchen and start washing them. Some habits never change and I glance at the bedroom window across from me. On the window sill is a freshly cut flower from my garden in a vase and the curtains are partially open. Standing with her back to me, looking into a full-length mirror, is the neighbour's daughter. I watch as she changes into a tight white halter top and skin-tight white shorts, then does the magic trick women seem to learn in their teens of removing their bra without taking their shirts off.

My last view of her is as she waves at me with her black lace bra in her hand and her other hand pointing to my window before she pulls the curtains closed.

She’s left my phone on the window ledge above the sink with her smiling face on my login screen. I rub my finger over her braces to unlock it and a note is waiting for me on the screen. “Happy birthday, old man. I hope I’ve ticked off a few items on your bucket list. Give me a call and we can talk about knocking a few more off your list, and maybe we can knock a few more off my bucket list too. My number is in your contact list.”


The End... for now.


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Chapter 6

Tuesday morning, my cellphone chimes with a text from 'Helga'. The picture accompanying it is of the girl next door. "Hey old man, how would you like to join me for a swim later? We can start to get you back in shape so you can keep up with me. I still have some of the delicious fruit and cream to work off."

I'm not about to turn down an invitation like this. "Where and when?"

Her reply is a video showing her smiling face and a fair amount of her bare shoulders and upper chest, hinting at her being undressed or very scantily clad without showing if she is. "If you have a speedo, bring it or buy one. If you don't want to wear a speedo, bring a short, tight bathing suit. I expect you to make an honest effort to keep up with me in the pool. My last class ends at 3:00, so I'll be at the campus pool by 3:30. Don't be late."

I keep in shape and am still fit for a guy my age, but I'm not a speedo type of guy. It's been a while since I went swimming, so I know I'm going to be out of practice. I have a decent idea of what she wants to see me in and go hunting through my dresser for the right pair. When they are dry or I'm standing, they hide everything. When I am floating or swimming on my back, her imagination won't have to do much work.



I deliberately show up early to watch the women walk in, or maybe a better way of describing it would be to say I was there to watch for women with glitter in their smiles. The range in ages was about right for a few decent sightings, just young enough to still be going through their first time in braces or just old enough to be fixing their smiles before their careers really get going. The advice I was given all those years ago still works. Whenever a woman catches me looking at her, I smile and wait briefly for her to react. Most smile back at me before I look away, and to those with braces, I give a slight nod. Most keep walking with a smile on their face.

An official-sounding androgynous voice behind me says, "Sir, would you mind not staring at the ladies, this is designated as a safe space by the campus authorities."

I don't bother to turn my head. "If you give me something better to stare at, I'll stop smiling at the ladies. They don't seem to be bothered by having me smile at them, and I wasn't staring, I was admiring."

The voice behind me becomes more feminine. "So stop admiring them and start admiring me instead."

The person behind me is who I expect it to be. Her hair is still the beautiful shade of coppery-red and it is done up in a long braid. Her smile is just as beautifully enhanced as when she was at my place and is complimented by black elastics stretching between her upper and lower canines. The knee-length black yoga pants snuggly curve around her generous muscular thighs and hug her trim waist and belly, leaving her belly button exposed below her petite breasts, so delightfully displayed by her figure-hugging black crop top.

She gestures for me to follow her. "Follow me, Grandpa." We walk past the front desk and she holds up two fingers in the victory sign. The girl behind the desk laughs and her sparkling metal braces come into view as the gate buzzes for us to enter. Helga doesn't turn around, just says, "You're supposed to be staring at me, Grandpa."

I can't let a comment like that go, so I reply, "So twitch your gorgeous ass at me and give me something better to look at." The girl behind the desk is still laughing as I look back at her before the door to the dressing rooms closes.



The water is a comfortable temperature as I slip into the pool and look around. The girl behind the desk is looking through the observation window and smiles at me when I catch sight of her. She points to the side and I turn in time to see Helga walk onto the poolside deck in a black lace beach robe and what looks like very little else. She blushes slightly as she slips off the robe to reveal a one-piece black bathing suit with more see-through stretch lace than solid material. A bikini would have concealed about as much of her body as her one-piece suit does. She does a slow turn to show the deep-cut back with the band around her neck fastening the top. Her black platform wedge sandals add a finishing touch to her outfit.

Her blush deepens as she steps out of her sandals and walks to the steps into the pool with me intently watching her. The smile on her face shows she is enjoying this just as much as I am. I find out just why she is blushing as the water creeps up until it stops right below the black triangles covering her petite breasts. There isn’t enough material to cover her breasts completely and the bumps in the fabric confirm everything there is her, not padding. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she says, “I bought this suit to wear when I am tanning on my balcony. It doesn’t leave any tan lines where they will show. This is my first time wearing it where anyone else can see it. I thought I would wear it for you. Do you like it?”

I return her smile as she lays back in the water and floats in front of me, then slowly kicks her feet, propelling herself away from me. I follow her in her wake, swimming on my stomach and watching her body as it repeatedly slips beneath the water to reappear as she kicks again. She stays just far enough ahead of me so we aren't touching and I can see her from the tips of her toes, between her muscular generous thighs, beyond her petite breasts, to her braced smile clearly. I'm almost to the other end of the pool when she flips over and pushes away from the end of the pool and I get a marvellous view of her broad ass covered by the black lace fabric stretched over it as she passes me. I can tell she could easily outswim me, but she doesn't, setting her pace to match my speed and giving me plenty of opportunities to enjoy watching her swim. She swims in one direction on her back and the return lap on her stomach until I begin to fall behind as I tire.

I sit on the steps and watch her swim several more laps while I recover. There's a debate going on in my head which is more stimulating, watching her breasts and thighs as she swims away from me or watching her muscular ass cheeks as she swims toward me. I'm still trying to figure it out as she walks up the steps beside me. "You had enough, old man? I'm really going to have to work to get you in shape. Take a good shower, and after, you can drive me to my apartment. I made lasagna. All I have to do is bake it."

It's my turn to blush. "It wouldn't be too polite to stand right now. Someone might come from the changing rooms at any time."

Her braces sparkle as she laughs. "Nobody is going to use the pool. It's closed for another hour."

I gesture to the window and the girl watching us through the glass with a big smile on her face. "What about her? She can see everything going on in here."

My alpine goddess smiles wider. "Don't worry about her. She's one of my patients. We were talking at her last appointment and she's the one who convinced me to indulge in some of my fantasies. It was her idea to invite you to swim with me. The bathing suit was my idea and I'm glad I did wear it. You can sit there as long as you want, but you'll be thinking of me showering while you do."

Watching her butt twitch as she walks away from me doesn't help my situation one bit. I look at the girl watching me through the window and stand up. Her smile gets bigger and she gives me two thumbs up before she turns around, letting me retain some of my dignity, and the two thumbs up is a boost to my ego.



Helga is waiting for me outside the changing rooms in a simple off-the-shoulder black dress and slip-on two-inch stilettos with a big smile. We're almost to my truck before she says anything. "My friend at the desk said it was a shame I missed watching you get out of the pool. She doesn't know you're having supper with me."

Having her in my truck the way she's dressed is distracting, and fortunately, the drive is just across the campus. Her place is bigger than I expected and has a large screened-in balcony. She sees me looking at the plants in the large pots along the edge and giggles. "When I moved out of my mom's place, I brought a little of you with me too. I took seeds from your plants and dug up a few bulbs from your garden when you weren't around. When I get a place of my own, I'm going to start growing plants the way you do."

On a small table sitting amid the plants is a jug of sun tea. The sun comes out from behind a cloud and shines on her braces, making them sparkle. "I'm still trying to figure out how you make such good tea. Have a seat while I put the lasagna in the oven and we'll sip tea while it's baking."

Despite her claim about the tea, the level in the jug decreases slowly. Her tea has a different flavour from mine and is equally as delicious. The smell of the food drifts through the door and onto the balcony as she tells me about the procedures she is currently learning. Once again, she mentions they are having a hard time finding people to volunteer as patients and she slips in a few comments about it being too bad that I already had braces and she wishes she could have me as a patient.

The idea she planted not so long ago takes root and grows when she says, "Why don't you come by one afternoon and let me look at your teeth? The instructor would be happy to see a new potential patient show up, and having you in my chair at my mercy would be a step toward satisfying another fantasy on my bucket list." I don't realize I am running my tongue over my teeth until her eyes focus on my mouth and she giggles. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

While I watch her ass gyrate as she walks into the kitchen to get the lasagna, a picture forms in my mind of her wearing scrubs and a lab coat leaning over me, checking my teeth. My tongue spends a fair amount of time running over my teeth as we eat, and she seems to be running her tongue over her teeth more than is necessary to remove the food from her braces, giving me glimpses of her teeth as she does.

Being a student in an orthodontics course has advantages and one of those is a supply of single-use brushes. She watches me as I brush my teeth, clicking her tongue in disapproval at the way I am brushing. "Have you forgotten how to properly brush your teeth? Am I going to have to teach you how to do it?"

She gently pushes me to the side with her hip and begins to brush her teeth, keeping her mouth open so I can see exactly what she is doing. I watch as she thoroughly cleans around each bracket and behind the archwires, and then she puts on a display of cleaning the Herbst pistons. She opens her mouth really wide and pushes her lower jaw forward, and the pistons come apart. I watch, fascinated, as she uses a WaterPik to spray inside the upper parts of the pistons and wonder why she didn’t use it to clean her teeth from the start. Her eyes focus on mine in the mirror and she turns the wand slightly, spraying me in the face.

I can’t let her get away with it and reach for the wand to spray her back. She turns away from me and I end up with my arms around her and her firm ass pressing against the front of me. It becomes a contest to see who will gain control of the wand. She has a slight advantage because she can lean away from me, but I have her trapped against the edge of the sink and she can’t get away from me. Her advantage becomes more noticeable as her ass presses back against me and my body involuntarily responds to the feel of the cleft between her ass cheeks. It also doesn’t help that she arches her back, pressing her modest chest against my arms.

There’s water all over the bathroom, including over both of us, with her dress getting most of the water sprayed on it. The reservoir on the WaterPik finally empties and she turns so she is facing me and holds the wand out to me. With my arms still around her, she can’t get away from me and her mouth is too tempting to resist. Her lips meet mine as I lean forward and they part as we kiss. I intended to make it a quick peck on the lips, but she has other ideas. The hose to the wand coils as she lets go and her arms go around my neck. Our kiss becomes longer as I brush my tongue over the brackets on her teeth, and longer still as she lets my tongue deeper into her mouth to play with the bands on the inside of her teeth and the pistons connecting her jaws together.

My clothes get wetter as she wraps one leg around me and presses her body against mine. She's the one who pulls away first, and I miss the feel of her lips against mine. I do still have her body pressed against mine to enjoy, but it isn't quite as pleasant as having her braces to play with too. She slowly disengages her body from mine and leans back against the sink. "I could get used to being kissed that way more often, old man! You've obviously learnt what women like when they are being kissed, over the years. Maybe you can give me some practical lessons on kissing." Her lips pucker as if she is going to kiss me again, but instead, she moves my hands away from her body and leaves the bathroom.

I follow her to her bedroom, and wait outside when she closes the door. For a woman, it doesn't take her long to change out of her wet clothes and into a snug, stretchy black crop top and equally snug upper-thigh-length skirt. "Let's go sit on the balcony again and give you a chance to dry off." I find out it isn't a skirt when she turns around, revealing the shorts moulded over her ass. It's been a long time since I've seen a woman wearing a skort and it brings back memories of when I was younger. She smiles when she sees how my body responds to her display.

While sipping more tea, we talk more about her course. She keeps dropping hints she wants to get me into her chair, and I agree to show up for an afternoon appointment, even though I just had a checkup and cleaning not long ago.


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Writing stories about things that could happen is enjoyable.

Some of my stories have things that I have seen or done at some point in my life, though all of my stories are fantasy. With this story, it is up to the reader to decide what parts are true, what parts are wishful thinking and what parts are complete fantasy.

Chapter 7

Thursday afternoon, I'm sitting in the waiting room a little early, discreetly looking at the people around me. As expected for an orthodontist's office, many of the people have some form of appliance. The rest of them look as if they are waiting with someone or expecting someone to finish their appointment. It shouldn't be a surprise to me, but the number of young adult women with braces makes up a significant proportion of the patients waiting. Those that catch me looking at them get a smile from me, and quite a few smile back. One moves to a seat closer to me, where she is facing me. She smiles more, displaying her coloured ligatures.

My braced goddess comes from the treatment room and says, "Okay, old man, enough staring at the ladies. It's your turn in the chair. Let's go." The woman who's been flashing her braces at me laughs, as do many of the other patients. I tip an imaginary hat at her and bow to the rest before I follow Helga.

My imagination didn't do her justice. She looks even better than I pictured, wearing her lab coat and scrubs. She has me reclined in the chair with the bib around my neck very quickly, and her fingers and tools are in my mouth in no time, examining my teeth. Her assistant is quite a distraction, with her self-ligating metal braces and shiny metal archwires. They both have a professional attitude as they work, and if I didn't have such a fascination with braces, I wouldn't be able to follow half of what they are saying. My chart on the computer gradually fills up, and my expectations of a quick appointment are shattered as my braced goddess says, "We're going to take impressions of your jaws. There are a couple of things I want to check before I give you my diagnosis. Overall, your teeth look very good, especially after so many years since you had braces."

The assistant smiles at me. "Relax, it's all part of the training process. You've probably had alginate impressions done more than once, so you know what to expect." I return her smile and nod. My braced goddess slips cheek retractors into my mouth and test-fits impression trays while her assistant preps the goo. One of the instructors stops to take a look, and Hawley retainers enhance her smile.

Helga is smiling mischievously as her assistant inserts the upper tray, and as the alginate oozes out all over my palate, she begins to snicker. I fight my gag reflex for as long as I can, and finally have to give in. She presses the pedal to sit me up and the urge to spew goes away. I get a nice view of what she has on underneath her lab coat as she bends over and whispers in my ear, "The next one won't be as bad. I had her add too much goo to the top tray on purpose. You're in my chair and at my mercy to do whatever I want to you." The bottom impression is much more pleasant, and then they roll over a machine I haven't seen before. "Smile for me and open your mouth slightly." The assistant turns the computer screen so I can see it and I watch as my braced goddess moves a wand around the inside of my mouth and my teeth appear on the screen. "Close your teeth and smile really big for me." My Goddess inserts her finger between my cheek and gums to make space so she can scan the outside of my teeth, and a three-dimensional model of the inside of my mouth forms on the screen.

The instructor takes a seat beside me and looks at the result of the scan and the impressions of my teeth. Her perfume wafts over me, bringing back memories of when I was younger. She talks to her two students, pointing out what they could have done better and the things they did right. Having too much alginate in the top tray is one of the items she brings up. It's as if I am not even there as they discuss the impression and scan results.

Having three women in braces so close to me, totally ignoring my presence, allows me to examine them in much better detail. The instructor is much closer to my age than her students, and even for a woman her age, she is mighty fine-looking. She has her lab coat partially undone and her blouse fits snugly over her generous chest, with just a hint of cleavage visible. What really draws my attention are her Hawley retainers. The archwires fit snugly to her teeth and are shaped to match the contours perfectly. As she talks, I catch glimpses of the rainbow acrylic on her top palate. She tilts her head back as she laughs and more light illuminates the inside of her mouth, and I see the metal embedded in the middle of her retainer, along with a fine line running through it from front to back. I become lost in speculating on why someone with such nicely aligned teeth would be wearing an expander.

My attention is brought back to where I am by the assistant putting her hand on my shoulder. The three of them are looking at me expectantly and I realize they are waiting for me to answer a question I have been too lost in thought to hear. I sheepishly say, "Sorry, my mind has been elsewhere for a little while. It isn't often I am in the presence of three so orthodontically enhanced beautiful ladies at the same time. What was the question?"

The instructor's cheeks take on a faint pink shade, while the assistant smiles wider and my braced Nordic goddess manages to only partially suppress a chuckle. My eyes are drawn back to the instructor's mouth as she says, "Would you be willing to volunteer to be a patient for the class? We are always looking for more people so the students have a larger variety of patients to study. It doesn't cost you anything except for a little of your time."

I get lost again in her smile. She ticks off so many of the things I find attractive in a woman and she's adding more things to my list. It never occurred to me that a woman nearly my age would be in an occupation so fascinating to me, and it makes her even more attractive to me. The seed of the idea my goddess planted and watered blooms at being asked if I want to be in the presence of this beautiful woman again. My mouth disconnects from my brain as I say, "If it means getting to see more of you, it would be an honour to be your patient." A part of my brain has been subconsciously working and has taken note of the absence of a ring on her finger and no evidence of one having been there for some time.

My braced goddess can't suppress her chuckle any longer. "Laying it on a bit thick, old man?"

I don't bother to look at her, keeping my gaze on the face of the instructor. "I don't see it that way. When I see a beautiful woman, I'm not scared to tell her I think she is beautiful. It worked with you, didn't it?" I glance at my alpine goddess and see I have two blushing women around me. I'm on a roll and go for broke. I turn my gaze to the assistant and add, "I haven't forgotten about you. I wish all the orthodontic assistants I had working on me were as pretty as you are." And now I have three women blushing.

I'm a bit disappointed when the instructor leaves to check on other students and I keep an eye on her for as long as I can. The rest of my examination goes just like most of my dental appointments have in the past. I notice the instructor seems to be staying where I can easily see her and she's undone the remaining fasteners on her lab coat, letting her blouse and skirt show more. Frequently, I catch her looking in my direction, and when she hastily looks away when I smile, it is with a grin on her face.

My braced goddess leans over and whispers in my ear, "I saw the way you were looking at her. I'm going to do something about it. Relax and enjoy the show." The place gradually empties as the patients and students leave, until it is just the four of us left. Without any excuse for not checking on why I am still in the chair, she turns away from me and pretends to check on the rest of the room before returning to my chair. She bends over a bit and asks, "Is there some problem I am not aware of?"

Both of her students grin and my student orthodontist says, "Would you mind taking a look? I want to be sure I didn't miss anything."

The instructor smiles, giving me a spectacular view of her expander/retainer combo as she puts her hand on the armrest and bends over more. The view I have from my position is most stimulating and I realize why she turned to check the room before returning to my chair. She used the time to unfasten one more button on her blouse. Her examination of my mouth is thorough and my examination of her is just as thorough, especially the inside of her mouth, where I find her bottom retainer is just as marvellously accessorized as her top retainer.

She shifts her hand slightly so it is resting against my arm and looks me in the eyes. "There is no reason I can find that would prevent you from becoming a patient here. Unfortunately, you won't be a patient of mine, but I will be supervising your case myself if you do decide to volunteer. How about we arrange a follow-up appointment to give you time to decide." It's more than a question and less than a demand.

I've already decided I am going to take advantage of the opportunity to see more of her, and the finger rubbing against my arm where her students can't see it just reinforces my decision. I don't want to seem too eager, so I make it seem as if I am reluctantly agreeing. She turns to her students and says, "Why don't you get changed? I'll take care of arranging another appointment for Charles."

Helga grins as she brings my chair to an upright position before spinning in her chair and standing. I wait until the squeak from the soles of their shoes fades before I stand, allowing my body to return to a mostly presentable state. It only lasts long enough for her to slip out of her lab coat. She doesn't hurry, and even though she isn't deliberately making it look sexy, watching her body emerge from the covering has the same effect on me as a stripper would have. Her eyes drop briefly and her cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.

"Let's book you an appointment and then we can go to my office and talk for a while if you would like." She doesn't give me a chance to respond, she simply turns away with the expectation I will follow her. I don't know how much of the sway her ass has is natural and how much is for my benefit, and it doesn't matter. Following her is a pleasure. I lean on the counter when she goes behind the desk, and instead of sitting down, she bends over to the keyboard and logs on.

She doesn't look up at me as she says, "Why don't you join me on this side of the desk instead of me having to read off the times available."

The view over the counter is enticing, and the view behind the counter is equally pleasant. With her bent over, the fabric of her skirt is stretched delightfully over her hips and thighs, and the outline of the straps of a garter belt is evident. A few more items on my "attractive woman list" are ticked off. She turns her head to look back at me and asks, "Do you see anything that will work for you?"

My brain is busy enjoying the view and my mouth goes on autopilot. "I sure do."

I have a marvellous view of her expander as she laughs. "Thank you, but I meant, do you see any open times that will work for you to come back for a follow-up appointment."

I reluctantly turn my attention to the screen and try to decide when would be the proper time to return to see her. Too soon and it will seem as if I am trying too hard, and if I wait too long, it will seem as if I am not interested. I look for a timeslot at the end of the day so I can be the last patient in the chair and have an opportunity to linger after the students are done for the day. An ideal time slot is open in a week and I lean forward to point to it.

She shifts her hip to the side as I am leaning forward and my upper thighs come into contact with her soft cheeks. I don't have time to apologize before she takes an appointment card and turns it over to write a phone number and name on the back. "This is my direct line." She writes another number below her name. "This is my cell phone. You can reach me in the evening at this number." She leans back slightly and her back comes into contact with my chest. "It's been a while since I've met anyone I've wanted to get to know. I get the impression my students think we should get to know each other." She giggles like a schoolgirl. "I hope I'm not being too forward. I'm not the kind of woman who would ever ask a guy out and here I am practically throwing myself at you. Tell me if I am being too much of a hussy before I chase you away."

I lean forward against her a little more and point to the timeslot on the screen. "How about you put my name here? After the students are finished, we can go somewhere and talk about the possibility of you becoming my personal orthodontist." I wiggle my hips slightly. "I'm looking forward to becoming your private patient."

We don't end up in her office. I offer to take her to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, but she politely declines. By unspoken mutual agreement, we decide to let our emotions cool off and take the time to think about what we might be getting into.