Abbie has her cleaning

Zach pulled out a new bib, smaller and made of paper. He stood up and walked around behind her. "May I place this over your head?"

"Yes," she replied. He leaned over her, attaching the bib.

"Please lift your head up," he said. She did. He put the metal chain behind her neck, put his hands under her head, and gently lowered her back down.

"As you can see, Abbie, this room is a little small. It's incumbent upon me to check in with my patients and make sure they're okay being in such close quarters, as well as with the physical contact that we'll be making."

She nodded.

"Are you comfortable with me working on your teeth today?"

"Yes."

"I may have to lean over you, and may make physical contact with you during the exam. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Yes."

"If anything feels unusual or uncomfortable, please speak up, okay?"

"Okay."

Zach always wanted to be sure that his patients -- especially his female patients -- were at ease with him. You couldn't be too careful. He never wanted anyone -- especially his female patients -- to misunderstand moments in the room as meaning something they didn't mean.

He got his tools out, put on a set of latex gloves, and sat down next to Abbie.

"I'm just going to lower your chair a bit. Make sure I have a good angle for this." He adjusted her chair, and her body lay at about the level of his waist, maybe a bit lower.

"First, I'm just going to examine your gums. Please open your mouth."

Abbie opened. Zach put his gloved fingers into her mouth, and prodded her gums. "Shift your tongue to the right, please." Abbie obliged, and in doing so, her tongue ran along the edge of one of Zach's fingers. She thought she heard him breathe a little harder. "And to the left," he said. She moved her tongue, again unable to avoid touching it against his fingers.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth, discarded the gloves, and got a new pair. She licked her lips. "You're welcome to take a sip of water, if you like," and she did.

"Well, Abbie, it's time for the part no one likes. I'll be as gentle as I can."

"It's okay. Thank you."

Zach picked up his cleaning tools, said, "open, please," and began to work. As he did, he shifted in his chair to help his angle and to reach different parts of Abbie's mouth.

He leaned over her body, and Abbie suddenly became aware that her right arm, laying on the armrest of the chair, was now pinned by Zach's body. In fact, as he leaned forward, she realized that it was the crotch of his pants touching the inner skin of her wrist.

He shifted his angle again, and his crotch rubbed against her wrist. She realized that she could move her arm, but it would draw attention to it, and maybe Zach didn't realize. It was probably better to not move.

Zach shifted again, this time resting his own forearms on Abbie's chest. At first, it was his right arm across her sternum, but then as he leaned further, his arm got closer and closer to the soft part of her left breast. _Are you comfortable with physical contact? _he had asked her, and she had complied. He moved again, and now his arm was fully pressed against her left breast, her nipple firmly under the muscles of his forearm.

At the same time, his crotch had rubbed once more on her arm, which she inadvertently shifted slightly. As a result, the center of his pants was now much closer to her hand than before.

"Little something back here to clear out, Abbie. It'll just be a moment."

He moved again. His forearm rubbed her breast a little, and Abbie wondered if that was more movement than something merely incidental. He leaned a little more out of his chair, and her hand fully caught the crotch of his pants. She willed herself not to do anything about it, but she felt movement there, and realized, he's getting an erection!

While holding the tools in her mouth, Zach used his right hand to adjust his weight. Although he may have intended to balance himself on the chair or even on Abbie's shoulder, his hand landed squarely on her breast. He quickly removed his hand, and looked at her. "I am so sorry, please. That was a complete accident. Are you okay?"

She said "uh-huh" (or said as much as she could, with dental tools in her mouth). He adjusted the placement of his arms -- but wasn't doing anything about his legs or the fact that his rapidly stiffening penis was basically in her right hand.

Zach leaned back down to work some more on her teeth. The crotch of his pants pressed harder into her right hand, and his cock got firmer. She couldn't move now. Zach's breathing became a little heavier, and he shifted his body once more -- again, placing his hand on her breast.

"I'm just asking again, you're sure everything is okay?"

She stared at him. "Uh-huh," she moaned again.

He pulled the tools from her mouth, and touched her lips with his gloved finger. "If there's anything uncomfortable -- in your mouth or anywhere -- you'll let me know, okay?"

"Yes," she said.