Physical Exam 1

I arrived at the building early, knowing that I had a long day ahead of me, it was the annual physical for the employees of the company, and I would be doing 60 of them that day. The first thing I did was review the list, recognizing many of the names from previous years. Not much had changed, there were still only about ten females of the sixty, and of those ten I recognized nine as still being with the company. They ranged in age from early twenties to late fifties. All of them were various sizes and all different attitudes. Many you would not recognize once they were on the examination table, many of them seemed to undergo a difference in their personality when a doctor, especially a male doctor, was examining them. I looked forward to seeing some of them again, they were a challenge before and I imagine they would be still a challenge, but that was the goal of my examinations, to see how far I could go. But one name that caught my eye was the one I did not recognize the name, her name was Kathy, 32 years in age and new with the company. She would be the difficult person being new; it was always difficult trying to find how far I could go on the first examination. But she would have to wait, for she was the second last appointment of the day.

It was nearly mid morning before the first female arrived for her examination. Ling, a twenty-two year old female who was taller than most of the women I was examining. She was different, very at ease with being examined by a male doctor, many times too much at ease for she was a tease, Not only flirting but being very evident about it. It was not too hard to understand that she wanted to be seen, almost too obvious in her actions leaving very little chance for me to test my skills of letting my hands touch outside the boundaries of proper medicine. It was an innocent act that I imagine many women found a bit uneasy while still being stimulated, wondering whether the touch was intentional or just accidental. I always remained alert for signs of the patient becoming uncomfortable. Ling robbed me of some of that enjoyment, raising her blouse higher than what was needed; exposing her breasts more than what was needed. But at the same time, should my finger approach too close she would freeze on me, reacting immediately and covering herself. It was a clear message that she did not want to go farther. The tease soon became frustration, almost to the point that I did not enjoy her little games.

Many of the ones I examined, I would get no reaction at all, neither encouraging a little more exploration of heir bodies nor telling me to stop. Maybe they were naïve or innocent, but in either case proving to be little opportunity to test the boundaries and then go beyond them. There was one, her name was Ye. I had known her for several years through the examinations here at the clinic. The first time I had met her she was maybe forty and that was six years ago. Many explain the sexual desire of a woman her age as the pre-menopause stage, where her body reacts more to stimulation and her mind has changed from being a mother and wife to that once again of being a woman. My exploration of her had started as all others had, an innocent touch just beyond where my hand should be or letting my arm press against her body. With each touch I would get a positive reaction. It was not an obvious reaction in that she did not encourage me to do more, but a sense or feeling that my touch would stimulate her to some degree. It was a feeling that slowly appeared on her face or body, normally a while after I had touched her. There was little that I could do except wait for the next examination and go a little further than I had the last time. It was moments like these that kept bringing me back year after year, hoping that this time I could go farther, where both of us would have to admit that what was actually happening and let it go much further. Ye was close to that point and I was prepared to take the chance. Her time had arrived and I waited anxiously to see her once again. The door opened but it was the attendant who entered, saying there had been a mistake in the list of names, that Ye was no longer with the company, leaving it only a week before. My heart sunk, feeling a true loss at not seeing her once again, of losing that final moment where innocent touches could develop into much, much more. My day was now a loss, I hoped only that it would end soon so I could not be reminded of Ye not being there.

It was only when two patients were left to be seen that I realized that Kathy still had to be examined. I waited for her with mixed emotions, looking forward to examining someone new but on the other hand maybe expecting more disappointment. She entered the room and stood next to the examination table. There was something about Kathy that caught my eye immediately, something that made me notice her immediate. Kathy is thirty-two, her chart said 160 cm and weighing about 45 kg. Her black hair cut in a manner that tapered onto her neck, just barely touching her shoulders. She wore little makeup because she had a natural beauty about her that radiated on her face. Her clothing was simple, appropriate for the office. She wore a light sweater made from a material that seemed to mold to her body, cascading from her rounded breasts then falling onto her flat stomach. Her knee length skirt also had that appearance of lightness about it, hanging from her tight buttocks, hiding too much of her shapely legs. There was something about Kathy that troubled me from the first time I looked upon her, something that told me I had to have her.

We chatted momentarily, confirming the details in her patient's data and giving her a moment to become more comfortable. During this time I could see the tiny bumps of her nipples against her sweater. They were high on her breasts, indicative of them still being firm and shapely. Was she wearing a bra? I am not sure, but I think not. No bra could hold them that firmly while still letting them have a little bounce as she walked. True they were not big, but sufficient for her size, I bit my lip letting my tongue caress the lip held between my teeth, wondering if they would feel like that on my tongue. I explained to Kathy what would occur during the examination which consisted mostly of the ultra scan. I asked her to sit upon the table and lay on her back.

Her hands gripped the edge of the table, lifting herself over the edge until her bum sat on it. For a moment her skirt clung tighter against her thighs. The skirt may have prevented me from seeing her thighs, but I knew their shape, matching the beauty of her legs. It was these little things that I noticed about Kathy that made me want her more and more. Innocent - maybe, conservative - could be, desirable - DEFINITELY. I watched as Kathy turned her body, lifting her legs up onto the table. She had stood too close to the head of the table, having to push herself down near the foot so that her head would still be supported on the table. Her action was simple, routine if anything, but who would have thought that in doing something so simple would cause her skirt to rise higher on her thighs, showing at least half of her thigh. She was still a bit nervous, and rightly so. The table was narrower than normal and most of the previous patients had remarked that they feared that they would roll off of it. I sensed that Kathy felt that way too as her feet were maybe 10 cm apart, steadying her body. I let my eyes move quickly along her legs and thighs, noticing that the thighs were still slightly apart before they disappeared beneath the skirt. I silently cursed that I had not returned the ultra sound to its original place; that would have given me the opportunity to move to the foot of the table, to take a chance, an unprofessional glance further along her thighs.

I reached for the paddle and gel, asking Kathy to pull her sweater clear of her stomach. Her hands reached down to the bottom of the sweater. She began raising the sweater higher, exposing slowly her stomach. But she had difficulty in doing what she was asked for the tightness of the sweater about her body was held in place beneath her. She pulled harder. It was when she arched her back to release the sweater beneath her, and then her hands jerked back. She had pulled too hard, her hands still gripping the bottom of her sweater that now lay crumpled upon her breasts. My hunch had been right, she was not wearing a bra, and for there hidden beneath the folds of her sweater were two crescent shapes of the bottom of her breasts. I felt my breath escaping my lungs, forgetting for a moment to take a breath. How could I function, my thoughts were fully focused upon what little I could see.

I squeezed several drops of gel upon her stomach, seeing her react to the cool liquid and then using the paddle to spread it onto her stomach. She tightened with the initial touch of the gel; I purposely keep it cool to get that reaction. As I spread the gel more and more, my mind wanders once again, wondering what it would be like to spread body oil on her, not only her stomach but over her breasts and entire body. My hand shook momentarily at the thought. I moved the probe along her stomach, pressing harder now and then against the vital organs that I was examining. My eyes moved from stomach to monitor, making adjustments to my movements. Kathy had her eyes closed, for which I was thankful for I get nervous when patients are watching me, but her mind was fully upon my examination. At intervals I asked Kathy to take a deep breath, it did nothing for her examination, but as she took a deep breath, her hands moved slightly upward, exposing a bit more of her breasts until she exhaled. They were so firm, losing little of their shape while she lay there. White, soft - my mind is wandering too much, I must continue the examination.

I ask Kathy to roll to her left, wanting to examine closer the area of her appendix. As she twisted on the table, her skirt rose higher on her thighs, almost to the point where her buttocks would have shown. I wished that I had asked her to roll towards me, hoping that more of her would have been exposed to me. I continued to press the paddle against her, moving it about her side, returning many times to one spot as if I had found something unusual, a spot closer to the waistband of her skirt. I told Kathy that I had to examine that spot a bit lower and needed to loosen her waistband. She did not object, but her voice cracked a bit as she said okay. I undid the zipper to the skirt only an inch or two, seeing the waistband lose its tightness upon her. My fingers eased the waistband down not more than an inch, letting the paddle extend lower in examining her.

I told Kathy that I was not sure if anything was wrong, but I wanted her to slowly roll back onto her back, but do it very slowly. It was difficult to do; Kathy had to use her body mass to turn that slowly rather than one sudden movement. To do so she turned more her back, letting the twist of her body turn the rest of her body towards me. Again and again as Kathy shifted towards me I asked her to stop. One could assume that it was to examine the organs that would have shifted slightly during the movement, but my reasons were different. As Kathy strained to move and then hold herself still in such an awkward position, her one hand had pulled the sweater higher upon her breast, revealing her nipple. It was a deep brown, very much in contrast to her white breasts and now it was hard. It hurt harder now as I bit upon my lip as I had done before. My lip would never be a substitute for something that beautiful, that delicate. Her back closest to me was now only an inch or two off the table when I told her to stop once again.

It was difficult for Kathy to hold that position, swaying, almost ready to fall onto the table. She steadied herself, moving her leg closest to me farther from her other leg. If Kathy could only see herself now she may be embarrassed, but I don't know why for her body was so nice to look upon. The movement to one side and then back had twisted her skirt more, almost wrapping it around her hips. Now, the bottom of her panties was in view, stretched as she held the position. There was a nice curve to her crotch, raised slightly until it curved down beneath her thighs. The white color tainted only by the dark color of her pubic hair pressing against the cloth. It was not imagination that made me guess her color, for several strands had slipped from beneath the opening of the legs. They were long, soft, curling slightly and contrasted against her white thighs. I wondered what all of her would look like, what it would be like to let my fingers run through them. I continued my examination, moving the paddle back and forth, letting its tip slip casually beneath her waistband.

The door opened suddenly, seeing one of the male employees enter. I recognized him from years past. He was my last patient, Lei. I told Kathy not to move, that I had not finished my examination. Lei apologized for the interruption, barely acknowledging Kathy who lay helpless on the table. Maybe he did not recognize her, for it seemed that his eyes did not look upon her face, but did roam over her body. Kathy had opened her eyes, when Lei entered. Her eyes were wide open, embarrassed maybe at being seen in such a manner. I moved the paddle once more, answering the questions of Lei. He had an appointment scheduled and could not be there for his examination, requesting another time. We exchanged times and dates when each was available, always the two in conflict. Kathy had calmed a bit more now, seeing her eyes moving from point to point in the room, now and then glancing upon Lei, then focusing more on his eyes, trying to see where Lei was looking or better yet, where he was staring. It was now that Kathy could feel her clothing twisted upon her, wondering how much of her was exposed, caught in the dilemma of maybe wanting to show more, maybe to show less. But it was not her decision, she had been told to lie still and not move. What was being seen could not be changed. She closed her eyes once again.

We finally agreed on a time for Lei, finally as it must have taken close to five minutes. Lei turned and headed to the door, turning before he opened it to say goodbye to me, but his eyes I noticed were saying goodbye to Kathy.

I took only a minute more to complete the examination. I was happy, overjoyed really for I had not expected the pleasure of Kathy's company. I wondered how I could wait that long before the year would pass and I could continue from where I had left off. As I finished, I gripped the bottom of Kathy's sweater, lowering it slightly - a sign that the examination was over. That may have been over, but my desire and stirrings were still growing inside me as my finger barely caressed her nipple as I pulled the sweater down at least to cover her breasts. As a final gesture I handed Kathy a paper cloth to remove the gel, watching as she sat up, turning and letting her legs hang over the edge of the table before she removed the gel. She waited for a moment, looking down, seeing how her skirt was twisted about her, trying to determine how much of her was exposed not only to me, but to Lei.

Finally Kathy wiped herself clean and then straightened her clothing about herself. Kathy eased herself from the table, making the final adjustments to her clothing, twisting her body to ensure that she was presentable. Yes Kathy I thought, you are a beauty to behold. She seemed different as she stood there, almost standing taller, a little more color to her cheeks and her eyes softer as if her mind was somewhere else. She turned to me, thanking me for the examination and hoping that she would still be here next year for a return physical; a smile appeared on her lips. She had a different walk as she moved to the door, lighter, whimsical or maybe just more casual. She turned once again as her hand pulled upon the door, asking me if I was taking new patients in my practice. I nodded yes, saying that I was sure that I could find an opening for her.

With that Kathy passed through the doorway, watching her as the door closed behind her. I turned; my back to the table as I rested against it. My head was light, almost spinning as memories of what I had seen flashed thru my mine. Never had I met someone like Kathy and wishing her no misfortune, I hoped that I would see a lot more of her, professionally speaking that is.