Mario had arrived in the bustling tourist town of Malaga to heal from his loss. But the sunny Spanish south did not ease his melancholy at all and he remained deeply depressed following the death of his beloved Losa. Thoughts of suicide frightened him and urged him to his doctor's door. He was given the name of a psychiatrist by his worried doctor. He must visit the office of Dr. Gonsalves and become well.
Chrissy grew up in chilly, damp England and longed for excitement and sunshine. When she won some money in a lottery, she and a friend set off for a month's vacation in Malaga. Unfortunately one day Chrissy accidentally stepped on a rusty nail at the beach. The wound was small, but painful and her friend encouraged her to see a doctor for a tetanus shot right away. She looked up the name of a doctor in the phone book and found one - Dr. Gonsalves. His office was not too far away. Chrissy limped off.
That day, Mario arrived at the therapist office. "Dr. Gonsalves is attending to an emergency" said the harried receptionist "But please go into his office and wait. He'll not be long"
Mario entered the therapy doctor's office and looked around. The room was large and pleasant with many potted plants and fish in tanks. A desk was covered with important papers. He felt uneasy and anxious. He sat down and grimly studied the black leather couch opposite, an essential item in any therapy session he guessed.
Chrissy too arrived at Dr. Gonsalves' office. Her Spanish was non-existent. She tried to make the receptionist understand that she needed a tetanus shot but the busy woman rolled her eyes in confusion. However, when the name 'Dr. Gonsalves' was mentioned the woman smiled with enlightenment and sent Chrissy through the door to wait for Dr. Gonsalves, forgetting that Mario was already in there.
Mario looked up as a young girl entered the room. He stared. He could not believe that a doctor could be so young or so pretty. He could not believe that a doctor could look so incredibly like his beloved Losa. The same wide spaced eyes, the same big warm smile, the same really bad perm. He stood expectantly as she moved toward him.
Chrissy stared at the doctor. He stood expectantly as she entered. He possessed the most amazing striking good looks. In fact, he was positively gorgeous. Beautiful, but sad amber eyes fringed with tangled dark lashes gazed at her. Pouting, luscious lips opened as if to speak. He was dressed casually in a leather jacket and wore the tightest pair of jeans she had ever seen in her life. A pimple on the butt would have been clearly visible, they were so tight. But he didn't have any pimples. AND he had the cutest butt ever.
"Are you the doctor?" asked both. One in English. One in Spanish.
"Should I lay on there?" Mario pointed to the leather couch. Misinterpreting, Chrissy decided he wanted her to lie on the couch. She figured the shot would go into her buttock. She was quite proud of her butt. Four weeks of sunning in a thong bikini had given it a burnished glow. With a quick movement she removed her shorts and panties and reclined on the couch face down, raising her bare buttocks in the air and closing her eyes - expecting the shot any second.
Mario's eyes widened. This was a strange kind of therapy, but he was willing to go along with it. Quickly he undid his belt and tugged down his skin-tight jeans. He was hard and aroused. As the 'Losa girl' laid there he climbed on top of her face down, and nudged her legs apart with his knee. He heard her gasp as he entered her from behind.
Chrissy's breath caught in her throat. She had been told they did things differently in Spain, but the British National Health System had nothing like this. What a fabulous delivery system for tetanus solution! She felt his penis enter her as she lay on her stomach. Ooooooooh it felt sooooo good. Up and down. In and out.
They both looked up in surprise as the real Dr. Gonsalves walked in.
"What on earth is going on here?" he demanded staring at the heaving couple before him.
But what could they do? They were helpless. A powerful, unstoppable orgasm was on its way for both of them.
Chrissy and Mario married four months later. They lived happily ever after in sunny Spain and raised a large family of seven children. They often laughed together about the mix-up at the therapist office. In fact, Mario laughed every day now. His depression completely cured. And Chrissy - well, Chrissy never did develop lock jaw. A good thing, because she was often called upon to open quite widely in order to accommodate Mario's ample charms ...if you get my drift....
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