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It was my first visit to this dermatologist for my annual skin cancer check since moving to a new city.
The office was beautiful and the receptionist was very polite. Unexpectedly, she told me that I would be taken directly to my “consultation room,” evidently gone are the days of exam rooms. An attractive young female nurse led me to my room and handed me a soft cotton rope (gone are the paper ropes too, finally) and asked me to remove my clothes. She and doctor would return shortly.
I perused the room as I sat on examination table (I’m sure it’s called something else, less clinical but . . .) it felt like someone’s bedroom even down to the curtains dr****g a fake window. It was very calming, despite being naked for some stranger’s intimate inspection.
A knock at the door preceded his entry by seconds. I gasped silently when an attractive young man entered my room with a stethoscope tucked his lab coat’s pocket and a tablet in hand. Suddenly, I felt uncharacteristically self-conscious about letting him see my older naked body, with its years of wear and tear. I exercise fiendishly (yoga, Pilates, weight-training) but the passage of time is relentless. He sensed my apprehension but his bedside manner was instantly disarming.
He explained that he would ask me some “lifestyle” questions first but that he would not begin the physical exam until the nurse was present, for our mutual security. I was feeling more at ease, so much so that I was feeling a little aroused sitting semi-nude in front of this young stud. I never had a doctor/patient fantasy before but needless to say, I now understand the allure. I assured him that he had my consent and he was free to perform his duties.
He concluded his questions, entering my answers adroitly on his tablet, after which we endured an awkward pause as we waited for the nurse. I assured him again that he my permission to proceed. I could tell he was debating the prudence of continuing the exam; he checked his watch repeatedly, even though only seconds had passed. I nodded u*********sly, wanting an end to this limbo.
Surprisingly, the stethoscope was warm when it touched my skin; his palm cupped it as he pushed it up and under my breast; he asked me to breathe deeply. My breasts rose on my chest as I inhaled, my hardened nipples protruding through the thin, parted cotton robe.
He asked me to drop my robe to my waist, so he could listen from the back. The room was warm but I felt a cool rush across my torso when I removed my robe. Unbelievably, my nipples hardened even more, crinkling into darkened raisins atop my heaving breasts. I inhaled deeply again.
The nurse had not arrived and despite his calm demeanor, I could tell he was running behind schedule and he was becoming impatient. He asked me if I was comfortable with him proceeding with the exam without the nurse. Again I consented.
I removed my robe as requested and stood before him as he sat on a rolling, swiveling stool staring at me navel. As he examined me, he asked my questions about my lifestyle and historical sunscreen usage, which distracted me, despite the obvious self-consciousness of having a handsome young man inches from naked breasts and neatly trimmed pussy. I answered as casually as if fully clothed.
He asked me to recline on the exam table and put my feet in the stirrups. Stirrups?!? What kind of exam was this??? As I inhaled to voice my protest, he explained that skin cancers can occur anywhere on the skin regardless of whether that skin has been exposed to harmful sunlight. Too often, he said, skin cancers go undetected because of modesty. As a matter of professionalism, he intended to check every square inch my skin.
He checked the soles of my feet, between my toes, working his way up my calves, the back of my knees and thighs. His hands glided across my skin; he explained that tactile exams were the most effective because he could discern changes in skin texture and density. His fingers climbed my inner thighs toward my pussy lips.
Embarrassingly, I could feel my own moisture condensing within me and beginning to dribble from my pussy hole. A trickle escaped from me and rolled across my puckered asshole. I laid my head back reassuring myself that this was all in a day’s work for him.
I felt a comb of some sort raking through my trimmed pubic, parting it away from my swelling pleasure bud. My breathing grew shallow and ragged. He explained that cancers often hid from view in a person’s pubic and despite my personal grooming, he was committed to a thorough examination. I blew a deep breathe toward the ceiling.
His fingers tugged at my outer lips, pulling at my opening, and I felt his index finger glide between my outer lips and across the hood of my clitoris; I tried to resist the impulse to squirm and twist. My inner seal popped and my self-lube flowed freely from my open hole.
Everything looks peachy, he announced and asked me to flip over onto my belly. His fingers traced down my spine until I felt my cheeks parting. He said that he noticed something that he wanted to capture digitally. My first thought was that he would penetrate me with his finger. Then I realized as I looked over my shoulder with obvious concern that he had his cell phone in hand. He explained that any images taken were part of my confidential medical file that was securely maintained but that comparing images over time was the most effective way to record the historical of abnormalities. I consented.
He asked me to pull my cheeks apart so he could capture the image. I complied, pulling my ass cheeks widely open, which parted my pussy lips as well.
All done. He noted nothing of immediate concern. Then, almost as an afterthought, as he gazed at my breasts seated before him, he offered a complimentary breast exam. I was so aroused by all of his manipulations, I wasn’t sure of my response, but he set to work massaging my breasts and tugging at my nipples (to assess elasticity) which we both knew was BS; he was toying with me now. He could tell how wound up I was but he did nothing overtly unprofessional and I said nothing to challenge his technique or revoke my consent. A pool of my juices stained the paper sheet covering the exam table beneath my ass.
He enthusiastically reported that I had fine breasts. Concluding his exam, he explained that the nurse would be in shortly. He checked his watch again, said his goodbyes and departed.
I sat there for a moment so turned on I debated with myself whether I had enough time to satisfy myself right then, risking humiliation if caught in the act. Before I could decide, I heard knocks at the door. I hadn’t even covered myself. My clothes were neatly folded on the counter and my cotton robe was heaped on the floor at my feet. With no time to react, I remained seated, my nipples hardened at attention and a growing darkened circle where I sat. I secretly hoped it was a mistake, that whoever it was knocked on the wrong door.
The door opened briskly and nonchalantly an older man in a lab coat, stethoscope tucked in his pocket, entered followed by the nurse I met earlier.
Eyes darted everywhere as they instantly and completely surveyed the scene. Then the nurse said, matter-of-factly, that the doctor would see me now. She would remain in the room throughout the exam for our mutual security.
Deflated, I exhaled completely.
I was humiliated. Everyone present pretended to ignore my obvious arousal. I was certain they thought I was masterbating alone while I waited, like some twisted sex deviant. But I knew better or did I? The more I thought about it, there really wasn’t enough time for my unusually thorough first exam. Doubt and shame started creeping into my mind. I just wanted this episode to be over.
As I was dressing after my abbreviated exam witnessed by the nurse, my cell phone buzzed. A texted image confirmed what I feared, and offered to schedule my next private appointment.
The office was beautiful and the receptionist was very polite. Unexpectedly, she told me that I would be taken directly to my “consultation room,” evidently gone are the days of exam rooms. An attractive young female nurse led me to my room and handed me a soft cotton rope (gone are the paper ropes too, finally) and asked me to remove my clothes. She and doctor would return shortly.
I perused the room as I sat on examination table (I’m sure it’s called something else, less clinical but . . .) it felt like someone’s bedroom even down to the curtains dr****g a fake window. It was very calming, despite being naked for some stranger’s intimate inspection.
A knock at the door preceded his entry by seconds. I gasped silently when an attractive young man entered my room with a stethoscope tucked his lab coat’s pocket and a tablet in hand. Suddenly, I felt uncharacteristically self-conscious about letting him see my older naked body, with its years of wear and tear. I exercise fiendishly (yoga, Pilates, weight-training) but the passage of time is relentless. He sensed my apprehension but his bedside manner was instantly disarming.
He explained that he would ask me some “lifestyle” questions first but that he would not begin the physical exam until the nurse was present, for our mutual security. I was feeling more at ease, so much so that I was feeling a little aroused sitting semi-nude in front of this young stud. I never had a doctor/patient fantasy before but needless to say, I now understand the allure. I assured him that he had my consent and he was free to perform his duties.
He concluded his questions, entering my answers adroitly on his tablet, after which we endured an awkward pause as we waited for the nurse. I assured him again that he my permission to proceed. I could tell he was debating the prudence of continuing the exam; he checked his watch repeatedly, even though only seconds had passed. I nodded u*********sly, wanting an end to this limbo.
Surprisingly, the stethoscope was warm when it touched my skin; his palm cupped it as he pushed it up and under my breast; he asked me to breathe deeply. My breasts rose on my chest as I inhaled, my hardened nipples protruding through the thin, parted cotton robe.
He asked me to drop my robe to my waist, so he could listen from the back. The room was warm but I felt a cool rush across my torso when I removed my robe. Unbelievably, my nipples hardened even more, crinkling into darkened raisins atop my heaving breasts. I inhaled deeply again.
The nurse had not arrived and despite his calm demeanor, I could tell he was running behind schedule and he was becoming impatient. He asked me if I was comfortable with him proceeding with the exam without the nurse. Again I consented.
I removed my robe as requested and stood before him as he sat on a rolling, swiveling stool staring at me navel. As he examined me, he asked my questions about my lifestyle and historical sunscreen usage, which distracted me, despite the obvious self-consciousness of having a handsome young man inches from naked breasts and neatly trimmed pussy. I answered as casually as if fully clothed.
He asked me to recline on the exam table and put my feet in the stirrups. Stirrups?!? What kind of exam was this??? As I inhaled to voice my protest, he explained that skin cancers can occur anywhere on the skin regardless of whether that skin has been exposed to harmful sunlight. Too often, he said, skin cancers go undetected because of modesty. As a matter of professionalism, he intended to check every square inch my skin.
He checked the soles of my feet, between my toes, working his way up my calves, the back of my knees and thighs. His hands glided across my skin; he explained that tactile exams were the most effective because he could discern changes in skin texture and density. His fingers climbed my inner thighs toward my pussy lips.
Embarrassingly, I could feel my own moisture condensing within me and beginning to dribble from my pussy hole. A trickle escaped from me and rolled across my puckered asshole. I laid my head back reassuring myself that this was all in a day’s work for him.
I felt a comb of some sort raking through my trimmed pubic, parting it away from my swelling pleasure bud. My breathing grew shallow and ragged. He explained that cancers often hid from view in a person’s pubic and despite my personal grooming, he was committed to a thorough examination. I blew a deep breathe toward the ceiling.
His fingers tugged at my outer lips, pulling at my opening, and I felt his index finger glide between my outer lips and across the hood of my clitoris; I tried to resist the impulse to squirm and twist. My inner seal popped and my self-lube flowed freely from my open hole.
Everything looks peachy, he announced and asked me to flip over onto my belly. His fingers traced down my spine until I felt my cheeks parting. He said that he noticed something that he wanted to capture digitally. My first thought was that he would penetrate me with his finger. Then I realized as I looked over my shoulder with obvious concern that he had his cell phone in hand. He explained that any images taken were part of my confidential medical file that was securely maintained but that comparing images over time was the most effective way to record the historical of abnormalities. I consented.
He asked me to pull my cheeks apart so he could capture the image. I complied, pulling my ass cheeks widely open, which parted my pussy lips as well.
All done. He noted nothing of immediate concern. Then, almost as an afterthought, as he gazed at my breasts seated before him, he offered a complimentary breast exam. I was so aroused by all of his manipulations, I wasn’t sure of my response, but he set to work massaging my breasts and tugging at my nipples (to assess elasticity) which we both knew was BS; he was toying with me now. He could tell how wound up I was but he did nothing overtly unprofessional and I said nothing to challenge his technique or revoke my consent. A pool of my juices stained the paper sheet covering the exam table beneath my ass.
He enthusiastically reported that I had fine breasts. Concluding his exam, he explained that the nurse would be in shortly. He checked his watch again, said his goodbyes and departed.
I sat there for a moment so turned on I debated with myself whether I had enough time to satisfy myself right then, risking humiliation if caught in the act. Before I could decide, I heard knocks at the door. I hadn’t even covered myself. My clothes were neatly folded on the counter and my cotton robe was heaped on the floor at my feet. With no time to react, I remained seated, my nipples hardened at attention and a growing darkened circle where I sat. I secretly hoped it was a mistake, that whoever it was knocked on the wrong door.
The door opened briskly and nonchalantly an older man in a lab coat, stethoscope tucked in his pocket, entered followed by the nurse I met earlier.
Eyes darted everywhere as they instantly and completely surveyed the scene. Then the nurse said, matter-of-factly, that the doctor would see me now. She would remain in the room throughout the exam for our mutual security.
Deflated, I exhaled completely.
I was humiliated. Everyone present pretended to ignore my obvious arousal. I was certain they thought I was masterbating alone while I waited, like some twisted sex deviant. But I knew better or did I? The more I thought about it, there really wasn’t enough time for my unusually thorough first exam. Doubt and shame started creeping into my mind. I just wanted this episode to be over.
As I was dressing after my abbreviated exam witnessed by the nurse, my cell phone buzzed. A texted image confirmed what I feared, and offered to schedule my next private appointment.
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