I stretched and smiled at the start of another working week. I felt the thin woollen dress caress my thighs above my hold-ups and around my flat stomach, brushing over the thin thong panties that I wore. Life is good -- a rewarding job and an exciting marriage.
My name is Michelle and I am a tall, brunette, South African-born doctor working at a private hospital doing health assessments. Having done service in the Accident & Emergency section of a busy, large city hospital, this was a much better option -- five examinations per day and plenty of time to write up the reports. No anti-social hours and every week end off.
I prepared for work that Monday at the hospital. As in all hospitals, the room was always slightly too warm. I either dressed in thin trousers and blouses or in a thin dress. From time to time I had to wear a white coat over the top but this wasn't required when doing these health assessments.
Today was just the dress which buttoned through the front with thong, thin 34c bra and hold-ups. Eighty percent of clients were male and generally middle-aged. They did not mind seeing a tall, attractive doctor lightly clothed.
I worked with Mike, a nutritionist and lifestyle adviser who always did the first part of the assessment on each patient: weighing, taking blood samples etc. He was good fun and we teased each other about the better looking patients, both male and female.
We dropped into our banter the acronym GLP standing for Good Looking Patient when appropriate and it was a source of dismay for Mike that it was only in my part of the examination that clothes were removed.
That Monday was pretty standard until the last patient at 4.00 with Mike, then 4.45 with me. Mike popped his head round my door at 4.15 and said that I would be very taken with the last patient, a male, South African GLP.
I was intrigued and looked at my notes -- they told me nothing useful about the client as this was his first assessment so there were no notes from previous examinations.
At 4.45 Mike showed him in and introduced him as Leon. My jaw probably dropped a little: Leon was 6'2", lean and fit with short, dirty blond hair and piercing blue eyes. We said hello and established that we were both from Cape Town.
I liked him immediately and could feel myself getting damp and warm under my thong. In the introductory discussion I established that he was a qualified accountant but was not working as such in the UK. I asked what his current job was and he smiled, looked me in the eye and said "underwear model".
I raised an eyebrow quizzically and asked what qualifications that job required. He responded "You need not to be so ugly you scare the dogs and you need to be of a certain size!" I looked directly at him and said "I'll see about that, won't I?"
I went quickly through his health questionnaire and established that he was as fit as a flea. He competed in triathlons to a good standard and ate healthily.
I got to the stage where patients are asked to strip to their underwear so I can listen to the chest, check reflexes etc. I asked him to strip to his underpants and he responded "That may be difficult" I looked at him as he stood up, kicked off his flip-flops, removed his shirt and unbuttoned the fly of his jeans.
It became clear that he was commando under the jeans as he dropped them to the floor and kicked them away. He stood with his feet about eighteen inches apart and with his hands clasped behind his back.
I looked him up and down and smiled. "I see what you mean", I said. This guy was very, very well built! As a doctor, I had lost count of the number of penises I had seen, of all shapes and sizes, all nationalities, flaccid, semi and fully erect.
Leon was absolutely the best specimen I had ever seen. His was a cock, not a penis. His blond pubic hair was trimmed extremely short above his cock and his balls were completely hairless. He was flaccid but was about eight inches long and thick.
