"Strip.", I was ordered as the nurse exited the exam room. "The doctor will be with you shortly."
I stripped down to my underwear, placing my clothes on the exam table and waited, standing in the center of the room. My doctor had referred me to a dermatologist upon my last visit to her, unbeknownst to be. I had just become a regular patient of my doctor, having seen whomever was available before. But my doctor had made me want her as my personal physician in the most stimulating way as she raped me with a strap-on during my physical. My semen sample had sprayed all over my chest as she hammered away at me and so I was scheduled for a second engagement in a few weeks.
In the meantime, I stood waiting for the dermatologist, wondering what I was doing there. The doctor had made no mention of any questionable moles or other growths during her exam. She had been too busy taking advantage of me and I certainly hadn't complained. Perhaps a dermatologist visit was standard at my age what with fears of skin cancer, etc.
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a click and the door opened inward. The doctor entered and I was pleasantly surprised to see that I had been referred to another stunning female professional. She was wearing surgical scrubs unfortunately, but they were doctor's scrub pants with a long white doctor's jacket buttoned up top with nothing that I could see underneath the jacket except the swell of a spectacular pair of breasts.
"I'm Dr. Laurent." She looked at me testily as she entered. "Everything off. Didn't my nurse tell you?"
I swallowed nervously, not happy to be getting off on the wrong foot with this exquisite woman. "Yes she did. I thought she meant down to my underwear..."
"Do you think skin cancers stop at the waistline?"
"I'm sorry," I muttered as I quickly stripped out of my underwear and set them with my clothes. I turned to find her surveying me. It was a little embarassing and yet a turn on as well, to be standing naked before another beautiful doctor.
"You are here for?"
"Um." This wasn't starting off well at all. "I'm not entirely sure. I got a call from your office that my doctor had scheduled a referral appointment. She hadn't mentioned it to me during my physical."
"I see. Who is your doctor?" she asked as she glanced at her paperwork,. Before I could speak up she had found the answer in what was obviously my referral paperwork. "Ah, Dr. Park is your doctor, I see."
"Yes ma'am."
"She's very good. But I don't have to tell you that do I?" She smiled at me.
"No ma'am." There was silence as she looked me up and down, which I nervously filled after a pause. "You know her?" I asked. My penis begin to stiffen ever so slightly. I tried not to look at her breasts.
"Oh yes. Yes.", she said studying my chart. She stepped closer to me. "She doesn't' have very many male patients as a rule. Have you been with her long?"
This was news. Did Dr. Park have a small select group of male patients, all of whom she sexually abused? No one would ever say a word. "No, no. I've just been with her a short time."
"Consider yourself lucky."
"Yes ma'am."
She stepped forward until she was inches from me and gazed into my eyes. Again, there was a long silence and then, as though she had made up her mind, she dropped the paperwork on a countertop and turned her attention back to me.
She moved closer and began to run her hands lightly over my skin as she examined it closely. Her touch was light and her hands were warm but dry. The sensation of her hands brought goose pimples upon my skin and my penis shifted and began to swell. I tried to ignore the feeling but it was impossible. Her nearness allowed me to gaze down her jacket at her breasts filling ever so fully, a black lace bra.
My breathing began to accelerate a little and she picked up on this at once. "Relax. Relax, I don't see any problems so far." She circled around me, running her hands down my back. My penis twitched. I was starting to have the beginning of an erection. She circled slowly back to the front and glanced downwards. Had she noticed? She continued her closeup study of my skin until, as she moved her hands back and forth, she brushed lightly against my right nipple. I hissed a slight intake of breath at the sweet sensation which she discerned at once. She stopped her movement and reversing direction, swept her hands back across my chest as she gazed intently into my face. A small gasp escaped my lips as her fingertips crossed my nipples.
"Oh my." She said quietly. She reversed direction again and brushed my now stiffening nipples as I gasped and hissed once again. "Does that hurt?" She paused, waiting for my reply but before I could speak, she brushed my nipples again.
"Hmm?" she said as she feathered my hardening nipples back and forth.
I was now beginning to pant as I tried to answer her.
"No, it...it doesn't hurt."
