I'd just finished doing my astronomy doctorate, but when this broad at the party, Carol was her name, was introduced to me as "Doctor," she said, "Are you going to practice locally, Doctor?"
I didn't know whether she was joking or what. However, we got it all sorted out, and then she looked at me in a peculiar way and said, "Pity, I need a physical and I rather liked the look of you."
I'd had a few by then, so I rose to the occasion. "I'd be delighted to oblige," I said. "I like the look of you, too."
And I did. Well stacked, long legs, face as beautiful as you could wish and an expression that held promise. I couldn't believe she really meant it, particularly since we'd only just met. But she gave me her card, and I gave her mine, and we made a date for the next Tuesday. Evening.
"It'll take a couple of hours or so," I told her. "If you haven't had a physical for a while I'll have to give you a thorough one." And I meant it.
By the time the next Tuesday came round I'd made a few preparations. We were only playing games, but we may as well do it realistically, I thought. I cleared out my den for a changing room and moved a day-bed into my office, and then as an afterthought I borrowed a full length mirror to put in the den because I had an idea a girl preparing for a physical would probably want to look at herself pretty critically first. And right beside the mirror, fairly low down, I fixed a very unobtrusive surveillance camera connected to a monitor in the next room. If my patient was going to prepare for a physical, I wanted to see just how she did it.
Tuesday evening came, and I was beginning to wonder whether Carol would chicken out. But right on seven the door bell rang, and there she was. Very pretty, standing at the door. Good enough to eat, I thought, wondering what she'd taste like.
"Good evening," I said formally., "You've come for a physical examination, I believe."
"Yes please, Doctor," she said, making an effort to appear shy. "My name's Carol."
"Come in please, Carol," I said. "Any particular problems?"
"No Doctor. But I'd like a thorough check-up. It's been quite a while."
No problem there. I was all for checking this chick out pretty thoroughly. I showed her into the den. The changing room.
"If you'd like to undress in here," I told her, "there's a robe for you to put on, and when you're ready just come into the office, the next room."
"Do you want all my clothes off, " she asked demurely. "Or shall I keep on my underthings?"
Women's undies are pretty exciting things---when they're on the women's bodies, anyway. And removing them from the bodies is a pastime I never tire of. But when I thought of that full-length mirror I decided it would be more exciting to watch Carol stripping herself.
I pretended to consider. "Better take everything off." And I left her. And went straight to the video monitor in my office.
I'd undressed my share of dames, but there was going to be something specially exciting about spying on a girl when she was undressing herself. I'd often wondered whether a girl took off her top things or her bottom things first. I was about to find out. This girl got down to business without delay, almost as if she was anxious to get stripped. Which she probably was.
The video gave me a first class view. As I'd guessed, Carol spotted the mirror and immediately stood in front of it, facing the camera. She was wearing a little bolero jacket thing, and that was the first to come off. Underneath was an extremely low necked blouse. I guess she wasn't expecting to be shut away in a dressing room and the blouse was for my benefit. Or at least the low neckline. I said she was well stacked. With this close fitting blouse with the low neckline she was more than stacked, she was magnificent. Her nipples weren't showing through the blouse---pity---but her boobs were threatening to burst the buttons.
Carol evidently liked the view almost as much as I did, because she posed in front of the mirror and took a few deep breaths. And then undid the buttons. So it was going to be top first. That was alright with me. It was going to be a thorough check-up. When she turned away from the mirror to put her blouse on the chair I was afraid she might have had enough of admiring herself. But there was plenty to admire, and she was back in front of the mirror before I had time to unzip my fly and get out a fast growing erection. Her bra came next, and two creamy tits with a sunburn line across the cleavage popped out. The name tits doesn't due them justice. They were two gorgeous upstanding globes with large brown aureoles and nipples like little raspberries. I'd like to put sugar on those and lick them clean, I thought.
Carol stood up straight, naked from the waist up, and cupped her breasts with her hands, pushing them up and out in front of the mirror. So this was what women did when they undressed! My hands were itching to fondle those nipples, but Carol did it for me, and then she began to squeeze and rub them. She must have been doing it to get them nicely engorged for me.
Her nicely tailored pants slipped down easily. I was expecting to see panties, or really hoping she might have left them off, but I wasn't ready for what came to view. No girl wears a G-string as part of her underwear, surely. But this girl did. Once again I realized she must have put it on for me. And soon she was going to take it off for me although she didn't know that. This was the kind of G-string I'd seen in porn movies, a tiny triangle covering the pubic mound and a couple of almost invisible strings running up the creases where her thighs joined her belly.
She rubbed her hands voluptuously over her belly, down to the G-string, and then I realized there was no pubic hair showing at all, none above the brief triangle and none peeping out between her thighs. This patient had really prepared herself! She licked a finger and slipped it under the G-string, and played with herself for a while, and then almost reluctantly took it out, and slowly turned her body around so that she could look at her back view. And so that I could look at it, too. And what a view. A beautiful heart-shaped ass, with her two bulging buttocks separated by the string rising from between her legs. She evidently liked the view, because she ran her hands lovingly over her ass cheeks a few times, and probed with her finger into the crack between.
I found I had been jerking my prick furiously all this time, and reluctantly I took my hand away. This hard-on, and the jism building up inside, was not going to be wasted in solitary masturbation. It had to be saved for my patient.
My patient, meanwhile, still with her back to the camera, was tugging the G-string down her thighs, and stepping out of it. As she bent over to take it down over her ankles her bottom was thrust out toward the camera, her legs parted, and I was treated to the sight of the bulging genitalia between her open thighs.
It was time for the peep-show to end. Any minute my patient would be coming into the office, and I had to switch off the monitor. I quickly zipped up and sat at my desk and waited.
Carol came into the room wearing the robe I had left for her. She was putting on a good act of looking shy and demure, very different from the voluptuous nymph I had been watching playing with herself a few moments earlier.
"Sit down there, please," I told her, pointing to the day-bed. "How long is it since you had a mammary examination?"
"It must be over a year," my patient said.
"Then I think we'd better begin with that. Will you slip your robe off your shoulders, please."
She sat, and shuffled the robe back off her shoulders. And she wasn't looking nearly so demure. Those luscious tits were the same tits I'd been watching on the monitor, but this time they were up close, and they were in the flesh. And what flesh!!! Creamy pink up to just above the nipples, with a sharp line cutting across each tit and deep brown sunburn above. Her bikini must have been something to see. If she'd played volleyball on the beach her nipples would have been popping out.
"Any pain at all?" I said, cupping her right breast in my hand.
"No, Doctor."
"Good." And I squeezed it gently, running my hand all over the underside, feeling the firm softness and wondering if she was getting as much out of the exercise as I was. I moved my hand across to her other breast, and felt it all over, alternately holding it my palm and massaging with my fingers. How long could I legitimately go on with this, I wondered. I could have played with those babies all night.
