Margie Gold wasn't feeling well all day. Nothing she could really identify, just queasiness in her abdominal area. She worked as an executive secretary in one of Chicago's most prestigious law firms. It was a particularly hectic day and she was glad it was almost over. It would take her about an hour to get home.
The law firm provided a wonderful health plan that included doctor house calls. She never knew which doctor would come, but they all seemed to be very efficient and knowledgeable. She decided to call from work.. No doubt she would get home before the doctor arrived.
Margie arrived home at 7PM. She immediately undressed her 24 year old 5' 6" curvaceous body, pulling her light green cashmere sweater over her head, past her 36B breasts, and her wavy blonde hair. Margie was very pretty, with a bronzed complexion from outdoor tanning supplemented by the tanning booth. She had deep intense blue eyes, 24" waist, and long curvy legs. When she wore a bikini all heads turned, men and women. She was not married.
She kicked off her high heel shoes, removed her bra, her charcoal grey plaid skirt, her pantyhose, she wore no panties, and slipped on a semi sheer white nightgown. As soon as she finished, the doorbell rang. She opened the door for the doctor. Standing there was a 6' tall extremely handsome man wearing a doctor's white shirt buttoned at the neck with a stethoscope wrapped around and tucked into the pocket. He had dark brown curly hair, very dark brown eyes and a medium tanned complexion. Black slacks and black shoes finished off the ensemble. His name tag said Bradley Corrigan, M.D.. He couldn't have been more than 30 years old.
Brad had examined many women, but Margie was the most stunning he had ever seen. Standing there in her white nightgown he could see the outline of her body, her perfect pointed breasts with pinkish nipples, curvy waist, hips, and legs all shadowy beneath the gown. Her eyes drew his gaze and he couldn't stop staring. Finally he said, "Hi, I'm Dr. Corrigan. I presume you're Miss Gold?".
Margie, also was transfixed. "Uh, yes, that's right" she said, "Come in Doctor".
Brad entered the house. "What seems to be the problem, Miss Gold?" he asked. She answered, "Call me Margie please. I just have a queasy feeling in my stomach. It might be something I ate, but I'm not sure. I want to be certain to cure whatever it is so I don't miss work. There's a lot going on right now". She led the doctor to her bedroom.
"OK Margie, have a seat on the bed and remove your gown so I can examine you" he ordered. She felt a little apprehensive, but after all he was the doctor. Off came the gown. There she sat, completely naked. Brad's heart was pounding. "Oh my god" he thought "I'm really glad I'm a doctor".
He placed his fingers strategically on the sides of her neck, under her jaw and felt around. Everything felt normal. He looked into her eyes using a flashlight and examined her ears. All seemed as it should be. "Open your mouth and say aahh" he instructed, as he inserted a tongue depressor and peered into Margie's mouth and down her throat. "A little redish" he observed, "but not terrible".
Now it was stethoscope time. He hooked the ear buds into his ears and placed the transmitter end on Margie's chest above her left breast. Her heart was beating more rapidly than normal. As he moved the stethoscope around her chest and deliberately brushed her nipple with his thumb her heart beat increased perceptibly. Or was that his heart he was hearing? Her left nipple hardened as he continued to brush it. He moved the stethoscope around. Margie flushed realizing that her heart beat and her nipple were betraying her feelings, but there was nothing she could really do about it.
Brad moved the stethoscope to her right side and listened all around her right breast. As he brushed her right nipple it also hardened and her heart continued to beat extremely rapidly. Nevertheless, except for the speed the beats were normal.
"Lie down on your back" he instructed, and she did. He now proceeded to check her breasts for lumps or other abnormalities. Placing his fingers on each breast he pressed down and moved them in small circular motions, including pressing on her nipples. Margie's juices were flowing. She could feel her vagina becoming moist. This had never happened to her before and she didn't know how to react. What could she do? She was hoping the doctor wouldn't notice.