My yearly physical was due and I had set up an appointment at my local PPO. I never know who I'm going to get doing the physical. It's a group practice and my doctor retired a couple of years ago. Since then, I haven't bothered to get a new primary doctor; I just see whoever's available when I need to make an appointment. It makes it a lot easier to be flexible around my work schedule. I'm a freelancer so my schedule is never routine.
I was at the PPO waiting room, waiting of course, to be called back for my physical. Eventually, a nurse opened the door, called my name, and away I went. I followed her through the maze to the examination rooms, my eyes glued to her rear end as I followed. She was pretty and probably would have looked very good in a sexy nurse outfit but sadly, sexy nurse outfits have been replaced by surgical scrubs and no matter how sexy you are, the scrubs are not going to enhance your look.
She guided me to an exam room, weighed me, took my blood pressure, etc. - the usual drill. The only variation from the standard procedures came when she took my temperature. I was instructed to pull my pants down and lean over the table. I did so without thinking. It was only when she took out a large electronic thermometer and smeared it with Vaseline that I realized what was up.
"Why are you...", I began to protest but she had clearly heard it all before.
"Doctor's orders. It's a more accurate representation of core body temperature."
She pushed against my back, pinning me down against the table and pulling my underwear down, inserted the thermometer into my ass. I grunted slightly and she readjusted the thermometer with a sniff, ignoring me as I grunted again. I felt embarrassed, blood beginning to rush to my cock as she hovered over me, waiting for the thermometer to beep. When it did she lowered the hand pinning me to the table to my left butt cheek and holding me, slowly withdrew the thermometer with her other hand.
She made a notation on my chart, and that was that. She told me to strip completely and exited, leaving the typical paper gown.
I waited for the doctor, trying to adjust to the somewhat cold air of the room and concentrating on not tearing my gown or smearing Vaseline from my ass on to the exam table. I also wondered about a doctor that would insist on an anal thermometer for temperature. If the hot nurse had been wearing something other than her surgical scrubs, the combination of her and the prostate stimulation might have proved embarrassing.
There was a knock at the door, I assumed as a warning in case I wasn't 'decent' but without any pause, in stepped my doctor. The doctor was a she, wearing a white lab coat over a tight white well-filled fitted blouse and a black pencil skirt, very professional but nevertheless showcasing a very attractive woman.
"I'm Doctor Park, I'll be handling your physical this year. I see you don't have a primary physician listed," she said as she glanced over my paperwork.
"Is that correct?" I explained my reasoning as I watched her survey my documents.
"Fine," she said, "let's move on." She was no nonsense this one. Probably had to be to cut through the numerous come-ons she must get on a daily basis.
She proceeded with all the usual procedures of a yearly physical. I tried to concentrate on getting through the exam rather than the touch of her hands across my body.
As always happens, by the time she had felt for cancerous lumps, given me goosebumps with her stethoscope, etc., the paper gown was much the worse for wear. She asked me to stand and knelt before me, gazing at my balls.
"Take that gown off", she commanded.
"Not much left of it anyway, " I joked, trying to make some sort of conversation, as I peeled what was left off and stood before her naked. No response. Not a talker, this one.
She grasped my balls firmly and proceeded to examine them. She wasn't wearing rubber gloves and it felt wonderful despite her clinical manner. I looked down as she poked and prodded and realized that from my point of view, I was looking straight down her blouse. Her cleavage, nestled in a white lace bra, shown between the unbuttoned top button of her blouse. Damn she was perfect.
She looked up at me suddenly and then looked down where my eyes were locked. She looked up again. I was totally busted. She said nothing and returned to her examination.
I was starting to get a bit of a woody and was trying to fight it. She grasped my left nut and ordered me to cough as she poked. I coughed and my dick swung up and down slightly before her. She grasped my right nut and did the same. She stood up, finished, and turned to the medicine cabinet behind her and grabbed a pair of disposable blue surgical gloves.
I knew what was coming next. She walked towards me and stopped herself. "I almost forgot," she said as she set the gloves aside.
"Stand with your arms at your sides."
