She calls in sick

“… and then I slipped and that fucking rusty nail tore the side of my hand open!” the big Latino finished his story just as Dr. Miller finished wrapping the bandage around the ugly three inches-long cut, I was lucky that I fell onto that pile of old rugs, otherwise she’d have definitely noticed that I was watching her!”

Dr. Miller smiled. “Well, next time call me earlier, Carlos. You’re having a serious infection there, my friend. I hope that neighbor girl of yours was worth it?!”

“Are you kidding?” the broad man coughed, and dropped back on his bed, absently tugging on the fresh bandage, “She’s the definition of a world-class piece of ass! Ever since I noticed I could see into her bedroom from my balcony I watched her like every morning. Seriously, the best culo you’ll ever see.”

Miller gathered his stuff and put it away into his old leather briefcase. “Come on, Carlos… You’re exaggerating again."

Carlos grunted. “Bullshit, you don’t believe me? Fine, go out there and check the bitch out for yourself…”

Miller sighed as he fumbled with a small tin of pills. Taking two out, he placed the on top of his patient’s shabby nightstand, before he turned to leave.

“No, seriously, Pete, go check her out!” Carlos protested.

Miller hesitated, but there was still always the chance that his lowlife criminal patient was right and the girl was hot. After all there was nothing to loose… With a **** smile he turned towards the balcony and stepped outside.

“Down, you fool!!” Carlos hissed, “Don’t let her see you.”

With an annoyed mumble Miller complied, dropped down to his knees, so he was shielded from view by an old, half-dead palm tree, then he craned his neck to catch a look into the next door-apartment.

“No one there,” he stated, slightly disappointed as he peered into the modest bedroom. Too bad. “Well, maybe next time.”

Just as he wanted to get up, he saw the bedroom-door open and his breath almost caught in his throat. Inside stepped a truly gorgeous creature. A Latina-girl, nineteen, maybe twenty years old, athletic, yet curvaceous figure. Her face was the most beautiful he had ever seen; soft, angelic features, big brown eyes, a cute, small nose, and big, deliciously full lips, framed by dark, curly hair. Inside the privacy of her home she walked around scantily clad in a white vest and, judging from the cute pokies, without a bra plus a pair of light blue panties, leaving her toned legs completely bare and showing off a nice portion of tanned mid-riff.

Miller saw that she was on the phone, and that the talk made her quite furious, her cheeks were flushed and her brow furrowed.

He noticed that her bedroom window was slightly ajar and leaned in to hear what she said.

“…fuck, I’m sorry, Normal, but I am fucking sick and I can’t work today… yes, I know I am sick a lot recently, but what can I do?... oh please, how stupid do you think I am! You can’t fire me because I’m sick! The others wouldn’t take that!”

With that she mashed the Off-button and sent the phone flying into a pile of discarded clothes. “Fucking asshole!” she muttered, brushing some curls back and sighed slightly. Then she turned around and let herself drop backwards onto her bed. That action almost gave the old Doc a heart attack as he saw her ass for the first time. He had always been a butt-person and this was one true masterpiece. The lacy band of her thong almost disappeared between the two well-rounded immaculate bubble-butt-cheeks.

Coughing slightly, Miller stepped back inside Carlos’ apartment.
“I see you like her” Carlos grinned, nodding towards the obvious bulge in the doctor’s pants. Miller blushed slightly and quickly readjusted his clothes. “E-hum, you… you know where she works?”

“Of course!” Carlos mumbled, closing his eyes to get some rest, “It’s called “JamPony”. Some bike-messenger-thing… I bet it’s all that bike-riding that formed that amazing ass…”

“JamPony, huh?” Miller repeated, his mind already somewhere else. “Take those pills I gave you after lunch and get some rest. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

With that he left the apartment, a plan already forming in his mind. He had to have her.