Julia breathed deeply, trying to regain control of her mind and body, struggling against the desire to thrust up her hips and turn the delicate contact of surgically gloved fingers into a caress.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the fact that she was undergoing a medical examination, nothing more, and yet the image of the well groomed, articulate and handsome doctor who was currently sitting between her raised and wide open thighs kept jumping into her thoughts.
He was carrying out what should have been a routine check up, something she had experienced a number of times before with nothing more than a slight aversion to the thought of exposing herself. This time, however she was unable to stop the feelings that flowed through her body.
His desk was large, sturdy and well organised. When he had sat behind it and spoken with her before starting the procedure she had found herself enjoying the sound of his voice. He sounded gentle but confident, knowledgeable and totally in control of the situation.
She was in his hands. That had been the thought that was uppermost in her mind as she undressed, slipped on the thin gown, took her place on the couch and was assisted into the stirrups. He talked to her reassuringly while adjusting the stool, glancing at her notes and putting on the gloves and, as she listened to the sound more than his words, she found her whole body anticipating his first touch.
When it came it was electrifying.
