Specsavers Seduction

Free eye test voucher from work—might as well use it. What I didn't expect was Megan.

She was the optician, all curves and confidence in that white tunic they wear. Thick hips, massive tits, a face that was pretty but somehow invisible until she smiled. Then she was stunning.

"Right, Mr. Thompson. Let's have a look at those eyes."

The room was dark, intimate. She leaned close to look through her equipment, and I got a front-row view of cleavage that should have been prescription-only.

"See anything you like?" she asked, not pulling back.

"The letters are a bit blurry."

"That's not what I meant." She sat back, took off her glasses, fixed me with a look. "I'm going to be straight with you. It's been a long day, you're fit, and that door locks. Interested?"

"Very."

The examination room was small, clinical, and suddenly very inappropriate. She locked the door, pulled down the blinds.

"I've been here ten years," she said, unzipping her tunic. "Looked at thousands of eyes. Never once did anything about what I saw in them." She smiled. "Until now."

"What do you see in mine?"

"Interest. Hunger." The tunic fell away, revealing a body that defied her sensible uniform. "Am I wrong?"

"Not even slightly."

I kissed her, and she responded with enthusiasm—all that professional composure cracking at once. Her body was soft, warm, pressing against me with need.

"God, I've wanted this," she breathed. "Something about you just... broke my restraint."

"Happy to take the blame."

Her bra came off—practical, white, completely at odds with what happened next. Her tits were massive, natural, with dark nipples that I immediately took in my mouth.

"Fuck—yes—more—"

I lifted her onto the examination chair, pushed up her skirt. Practical tights, practical knickers, all quickly removed.

"Don't tease—just—"

I dropped to my knees, buried my tongue in her. She came in under a minute, shaking, hand over her mouth.

"Inside me—need it—now—"

I freed myself, pushed into her on that examination chair. The equipment rattled as I thrust.

"Harder—yes—don't stop—"

I fucked her in that dark room, her moans mixing with the hum of medical equipment. She came again, then again, clinging to me.

"Close—where—"

"Inside—don't care—"

I came deep, feeling her pulse around me. We stayed connected, catching our breath.

Her phone buzzed. Next appointment in five.

"You need new glasses," she said, fixing her tunic. "Come back Friday. I'll do a... thorough examination."

I walked out with a prescription I didn't need and an appointment I very much did.

20/20 vision in more ways than one.