Kara entered her new bedroom, turned on the fan and flopped on her soft bed. She wasn't complaining but the heat of the afternoon sun made it nearly impossible to spend more than a few minutes outside. She shrugged herself out of her short shorts and lycra top until she lay in just her black g-string. She looked at herself again in the full length wall mirror next to the bed, wondering who had put such a tacky thing in and why. She wasn't in bad shape she thought, flat stomach and her skin was turning a mahogany brown. Pulling the string tie she dropped her bra-top and looked at her full breasts. Thank god she could sunbathe topless most of the time. They were as brown as the rest of her and her aureolae were a rich chocolate colour. Her nipples were hard. The heat made her horny all the time, she'd have to get a man soon or she would go crazy. If only Greg wasn't with Amanda she thought, guiltily. Amanda was her friend after all but she couldn't help how she felt about Greg. Just the thought of him in swimming trunks sent a quick warm throb between her legs. She jumped up and turned on the TV. She would watch a movie to ease herself out of her state of arousal. She began to fish around in her movie collection, a comedy would be good, she thought. She hit the eject button on the machine to insert her selection only to find a disk already in the machine. It was a blank white recordable disk with only the number "13" written on it in green ink. Curious, she closed the drive door and hit the play button, wondering if the previous tenant had left it there.
The screen sprang to life. It was some kind of home movie. The picture quality was good but the motion of the camera clearly showed that it was hand held. The first image was of the outside of the town's local clinic. A man came into the frame walking past the camera and up the steps of the clinic. Kara realised with a start that the figure, in shorts and a short sleeved shirt was her flatmate Greg. What was this all about? The picture changed. Now it was inside the surgery itself and the picture seemed to come from the corner of the room. A wall-mounted camera, Kara guessed. Greg was sitting in a chair in the surgery before a desk. Rising from behind the desk was a female doctor in a white medical uniform. She stood up and siad, "how can I help you today Mr. Jones?." Kara noted that she was slim and of medium height. Her white uniform clung tightly to her narrow waist showing off her trim curves. Her very blond hair was tied up tightly in a pony tail and behind her round metal glasses and businesslike expression her large pale blue eyes sparkled prettily.
"I haven't seen a doctor in ages," replied Greg, "I'd like a full medical please, Doctor, if you can spare the time."
"Certainly, I can fit you in now if you like," replied the doctor with a hint of a smile. "And call me Annette please, we're not that formal here. If you'd like to undress to your underwear behind the screen there and lie on the couch. When you're ready we can begin."
Mixed feelings raced through Kara's mind. What was this movie doing in her room? Who had left it there? Who had filmed it? It was clearly a breach of trust to film a medical visit and she probably shouldn't be watching. However the hottest guy she had seen in ages was currently being ordered to strip and she was damned if she was going to turn off now. The warm feeling between her legs came back with a vengeance as she resumed her viewing.
From the angle of the camera Kara could see behind the screen where Greg was shedding his shirt revealing a tanned, toned torso. Next he unbuckled his belt and slid off his shorts. Kara stifled a gasp as he turned and she saw the meaty bulge in his black briefs. Glancing back at Annette she was surprised to see her surruptitiously undoing the top press-stud of her uniform to reveal more of her healthy cleavage and a tiny glimpse of what looked like white silk underneath. Hardly a professional approach thought Kara with a hint of Jealousy. She was obviously not the only woman who felt attacted to Greg. She noticed also that under her crisp medical uniform the doctor wore white stockings. Greg then emerged from the screen and reclined on the bed with no sign of embarrasment at his near nakedness. The doctor pulled a green file from a filing cabinet behind her desk and made a few notes. Then she picked up a stethoscope from her table and walked over to the bed. She leaned over Greg and delicately laid her hand and the stethoscope on his chest and listened for what seemed like a very long time. Greg couldn't fail to observe the rich swell of her breasts down the front of her uniform but after an initial glance he gentlemanly averted his gaze.
The Doctor began to Ask Greg questions about his general health. Did he do sports? Did he exercise regularly? Did he suffer from any allergies. He replied absent-mindedly in his soft, deep voice and she jotted more notes. She took his temperature and then his blood pressure. All the time she worked efficiently but Kara couldn't help noticing that her fingers lingered on his skin when she touched his arms, his back, his face. It seemed like she had developed a touch of red in her cheeks as well. What a job, thought Kara. She crossed to her desk and bent over to place some equipment in the bottom drawer of her desk. Greg and Kara followed her and both started as she bent over when her tight uniform rode up over her thighs to reveal the lacy tops of white hold up stockings. The cotton fabric rode on up over creamy thighs almost to the base of her rounded ass and just for a second there was a glimpse of white silky material. She got up and smoothed her uniform back down as if nothing had happened. Greg was now looking at her, Kara saw with alarm, with a decidedly hungry expression on his handsome face.
Annette now cleared her throat and said, "And you don't suffer from any problems sexually do you? You know, like impotence, painful erections, anything like that."
"No, never," laughed Greg with a casual glance down at what seemed to be the beginnings of a hard on." Annette followed his gaze to his growing bulge and involuntarily her pink tongue appeared between her parted lips.
" I, need to do a last check on your Prostate to make sure that everything is OK there. Could you turn around and bend over please." Greg glanced at her and, shrugging, turned around and leaned over the bed. The doctor methodically took out a pair of surgical gloves and put them on. The white rubber ran almost up to her elbows. Then she brought out a tube of lubricant.
Kara could hardly breathe with excitement. All thoughts of what this movie was or where it had come from fled from her mind. She snaked a hand down to her hot pussy and idly began stroking her mound through the filmy fabric of her bikini briefs. She couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
Back on the screen Annette approched Greg. She reached out with both gloved hands and slipped her fingers inside the elastic of his briefs. Gently she pulled them down over his ass until they were at mid thigh level. She seemed to pause for a moment and then lowered them all the way to the floor.
"Spread your legs a little please Greg."
He opened his legs wide and leaned further over the bed. From the angle of the camera Kara saw Greg's firm and muscular ass cheeks and hanging between his legs a large thick cock and pair of balls. As the doctor applied lubricant to her hand and then gradually inserted one finger into Greg's ass he let out a little gasp and she could see his cock twitch and harden. She probed deeper and began to move her finger around slowly. Then unexpectedly she withdrew. She paused for a moment as if coming to a decision.
