I stride into the waiting room of the doctor’s office, ten minutes late for my appointment. What can I say? The subway held me up, as always. I never did like going to the doctor for anything. I always detested the sterile and lifeless environment, the waiting around while the nurses stood in the back gossiping about who knows what. I quickly glance at my watch and sigh heavily. I knew I was late and my tardiness would not matter. I would still have to wait a full half hour before being ushered into one of the exam rooms. This was such a tedious ordeal! I am the hurry up and go type person. I have things to do, people to see, worlds to conquer. All of this would have to be put on hold as I fulfill my womanly obligations. It grated on my nerves and hard. I hate waiting around. I paste a smile on my face and walk to the receptionist to sign in.
I am leafing through another gossip rag (hey, I had to read something to pass the time. The big red letters of “NO CELLPHONES” was tacked to the wall behind me) when I hear my name being called. I glance towards the door that leads to the exam rooms and down at my mother of pearl watch on my left arm. A scant fifteen minutes have passed since I signed in. This was a pleasant surprise, as perhaps I can get out of this office sooner than expected. I smile at the waiting nurse and follow her to the exam room. She takes my temperature, asks the same old questions that are asked each time I visit…no changes to note. She finishes quickly, hands me a paper gown and informs me (in that toneless voice that indicates she can’t wait for her shift to be over) that the doctor will be with me shortly. I quickly don the paper gown and sit in one of the chairs sitting to the side of the exam table. Sitting on the exam table makes the paper gown gap open and I like to keep some form of modesty.
A brisk knock on the door brings me jolting out of my daydreams and musings. “Enter”, I say in a bored voice and the door swings open. There is a brief pause and a sharp intake of breath from both the doctor and myself. My doctor is a beautiful tall young woman with lustrous brunette hair that cascades around her shoulders, down the back of her white lab coat. Her green eyes are slightly widened in recognition and her luscious pink lips are slightly parted. I slowly smile and raise out of my chair, gap in the back of my gown a trivial matter pushed to the back of my mind. “Hello Janine” I purr, “how lovely it is to see you again”. Janine shakes her head and chuckles. “Hello Khym dear,” she replies, “this is a most pleasant surprise”. We both stand in front of each other, the nervous energy bouncing back and forth between us. I had met Janine a few weeks ago at a bar in SoHo. We had a few drinks that evening, played a rousing game of beer pong and another drinking game. We had a blast that night! We clicked and corresponded online and over the phone a lot since that night. There were casual flirtations, heavy lidded glances and careless touches that night, but nothing occurred. We had breakfast the following morning and parted ways. Our schedules were both hectic and trying to schedule some alone time with each other seemed impossible. How fortunate! What luck! I knew she was a doctor, but did not know where she worked…this was indeed a most pleasant surprise. I grin and hop onto the exam table. “Well” I say with a careless shrug, “at least we can have some stimulating conversation and this visit won’t be as staid as the other visits.” Janine walks over to a drawer and pulls out a paper cover. I notice a pretty blush creeping into her cheeks, tingeing her creamy pale complexion a sexy pink. Oh, if I could only know what she was thinking at this moment! I settle myself for the exam, wild thoughts darting around in my head. I take a deep breath to still the adrenaline coursing through my body. I was her patient, she was my doctor. No hanky panky in the exam room!
Ah, there is nothing more nerve wracking than having a doctor exam the most private, most secret part of a woman. I personally hate it and always wish the exam would hurry up and get done with. Laying spread eagle while a stranger pokes, prods and shoves surgical steel inside you is not the most enjoyable experience. (I will ask those who have read my Prince Albert stories to refrain from unnecessary comments at this time) This time though….i found I was even more uncomfortable, full of excited energy. I feel Janine’s cool gloved hands on my inner thigh, gently pushing them further apart. Why is it I only have a problem spreading my legs when I am in an exam room? I grit my teeth, struggling to hold on to my decorum. I feel my womanly juices gathering inside of me…oh please, please! Do not let me embarrass myself this way! Janine’s touch is impersonal; she is just doing her job. I feel her parting my nether lips and I involuntarily clench, willing myself to remain calm. I know! A conversation about nothing would do the trick!! I ask Janine how she likes her job, what plans she has for the coming weekend….just general nonsense. Janine and I happily chat about everything and nothing and I feel myself calming down, I am relaxing again. “When was the last time you did a breast examination on yourself?” she asks me in her calm and collected voice. I shrug and roll my eyes. “Quarter past never “, I answer her with a grin, “I check to make sure they are still there, still perky and they look healthy.” Janine chuckles and instructs me to sit up on the exam table. “Khym”, she admonishes me, “you know full well you are supposed to check for abnormal lumps, extreme sensitivity…yadda.” She reaches around my neck and unties the laces of the gown. She is so close to me, I can feel the heat vibrating from her. I smell the shampoo in her hair, a combination of sweet and sultry. I think it is the scent of strawberries. Our faces are so close I could brush my lips across her delicate cheekbones. She deftly unties the gown and pulls it down to my waist. “When you get out the shower “, she says, “ you stand in front of the mirror with your arms up….like so….that’s right….and you start in a circular motion around your breast, three fingers.” As she is explaining this to me, her three fingers and going around my breast in the circular motion she described. My nipples are taut and swollen with desire, begging for her attention. I glance down at her fingers and my eyes fall across the front of her lab coat….which is open. When did she open it? I can see her rosy nipples through the sheer black fabric of her bra. Her nipples, so pink and juicy looking are standing at attention as well. Her touch was so wonderful, my breasts aching. Her fingers are caressing my skin, the feeling of silk sliding against silk. I smile to myself as a plan forms in the corners of my mind. (you know me, I always have a plan). I lower my raised arms and settle my hands on her firm shoulders. Her breath quickens as I push the lab coat off her shoulders, where it drops silently to the floor below. I slip my fingers under the straps of her bra and push them slowly and gently off her shoulders. Her face is that pretty pink again, the pretty pink I find so endearing and lovely. Her chest is heaving, her breathing is now labored. I watch in admiration as her lovely full breasts raise and fall with each breath, straining against their lace prison. It is time to free them of their exquisite confines. I push the cups of her bra down and cradle her breasts in my hands. They fill my palms, warm and heavy to the touch. I look deep into her vivid green eyes, alive with the glow of anticipation. “So”, I drawl as I lovingly caress her taut nipples, “you are saying I should only use three fingers and not the whole palm?” I watch her face as I gradually increase the pressure of my palms against her breasts….so wonderful! Janine is desperately trying to remain composed, but her eyes are half way closed, her skin flushed. “Yes”, she replies with ragged breath, “that is exactly what I am saying. Start from the top and circle the whole breast area. Once you reach the top again, move your fingers down a bit and repeat the circle.” As she is explaining this to me, I demonstrate with my fingers on her breasts. I pause and quickly suckle on her left nipple. A quick closing of my warm mouth on her nipple, withdrawal and a gentle tug with my fingers and she groans, her groan sounding like the sweetest of music to my ears. Janine shudders once and pushes herself away from me. “We need to finish the examination” she says tersely. “lie back please.” I raise my right eyebrow but say nothing. Oh, I must have hit a nerve and her self-control is frayed. Good. It is not fair she can play with me and not expect a response. Oh, this is a most interesting doctor’s visit!
I settle back on to the exam table and Janine drapes a paper cover over my spread legs. She guides my feet into the stirrups (I HATE THOSE! ARGH!) and with an air of indifference, drones on about what the cotton swab is doing inside me, to spread my legs more or to prepare myself for the shock of surgical steel being shoved inside of me. (once again, those who have read my Prince Albert stories need not reply!)Ho hum, are we finished yet? It appears our brief but blatant sexual interlude was just that…a brief interlude. I stifle a yawn and my mind begins to review my internal to do list. (I keep a running to do list in my head as I have fifty million and one things going on at any given time. I have to stay organized somehow.) Wait….what is going on down there?? My body is quietly humming and I realize Janine’s fingers are caressing my clit. How did I miss the start of this?? My mind may have, but my body was responding to the soft caresses. I feel two fingers slide inside my pussy, slowly in and out as the fingers on her free hand work magic on my now swollen clit. I try not to move my hips, I try to slow my breathing, to enjoy the assault of physical sensations. “This is nothing more than the routine quality check” Janine says in a husky voice, “I have to make sure your vagina is as good as it looks”. I nearly raise off the table as I feel her fingers withdraw only to be replaced by a long languid lick of her tongue. Her tongue started at my clit, slowly traced the contours of my womanly lips, down to the opening of my quivering pussy, where her tongue invades the dark confines with ease. When her tongue enters me, I feel it all the way up to my stomach. She is touching the inner most womanly part of me…with her tongue. I want her long pink tongue to be buried deep inside me, never to leave. Her firm tongue darts in and out of my now shaking pussy, her hot mouth greedily sucks my clit and I know I am going to lose my mind. I am no longer aware I am in a doctor’s office, on top of an exam table. I do not see the glaring fluorescent light above me, I do not see the sterile pale blue walls. All I can see are the lacy gates of heaven looming before me. My legs are still inside the stirrups, thus giving Janine complete access as my legs are wide open. I feel the soft caress of her hair against my inner thighs as she continues her sensual assault. I throw off the paper cover and look down at the beauty between my legs. Janine senses I am looking at her and with her tongue flicking rapidly across my clit, looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes. To see such a beautiful woman enjoying herself while pleasuring me is….one of the great wonders of this world! I reach down and wipe my juices off her nose….and I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them. Ooh, I taste so good when thoroughly aroused! Janine increases the flicking of her tongue and I feel a great rush of wetness gathering inside of me. I want her face covered in my fuck juice. I want her to smell me and remember, even after she has washed her face clean. Janine takes her hands from their grip on my thighs and moves them closer to my pussy. She places them on either side of my vulva and gently pulls the lips back, fully exposing me to her. “So beautiful”, she murmurs with awe in her voice, “and all mine. It’s time to make you cum darling”. With my outer lips parted, I don’t think I have much of a choice! Janine uses the juices that have already dripped to the outside and starts sucking anew on my clit. Her tongue traces the outline of my pussy and dips in and out of my pussy, causing me to softly moan. I hear the smacking noises of her mouth enjoying my pussy juices, she is increasing the pace. I close my eyes, my hands at my side clenched. I don’t want to grab her head and force it deeper inside of me…besides, how much deeper can she go? I feel the coiling of sensations inside of me getting tighter and tighter The lacy of gates are right in front of me, bathed in a soft golden glow. I feel it….oh yes, I can feel the storm about to break! “C’mon darling”, Janine coos, “come for me. Come all over my face, drench me in your fuck juice. I want to taste you, all of you….” Her talking has done it for me. With a loud gasp, my hips leap off the table and I release all that I possibly have…..
Janine and I remain unmoved for a few seconds after my explosion. Her face is still covered with my essence and she is smiling broadly. “Well Khym,” she says as she picks up her clipboard, “the examination is complete and I am proud to announce your pussy is in fine working order”.
I chuckle. Janine will get her release with me…but that is for another story.
