I walked into the waiting room of the new doctor's office and was pleased to find it wasn't crowded. With a sigh of relief I walked to check in at the nurse's station. I handed over my license and tried not to frown at the picture. Do they purposely try to catch you squinting and half smiling? I am 5'6" with long brown hair and brown eyes, average build with large breasts and incredible long legs which are probably my best feature. The gritty license picture does me no justice.
I also handed over my new insurance card. That's why I was there. The cheaper insurance plan for my employer means I had to switch doctors from the nice, woman friendly gynecological practice to this place where the doctor seems to go by only Dr. J. Very shady.
The waiting room had an unclean feel. The chairs looked dirty and the magazines were showing Christmas holiday gift giving advice despite the fact that it was April. I was happy to take my seat and get away from the nurses. I had been putting this check-up off for more than a year because I have a horrible problem with the doctor's office.
The usual check up with my family practitioner is no problem but unfortunately gynecological exams were my downfall. I wasn't afraid of them - I was turned on to the point of humiliation. Already in this dingy waiting room I started feeling the wetness seeping into my panties. I had tried so hard to dress conservative in jeans and a modest shirt and even my underwear were playfully innocent with a pink polka-dot bra and bikini cut red panties. Nothing about the outfit or my appearance screamed "sexual deviant."
And yet I was itching to stroke my pussy through my jeans. I picked up a magazine, opened to an article ("Perfect Tips for Staying Thin This Thanksgiving Season!") and used it as a shield as I examined the other patients in the waiting room: an obviously pregnant woman messing with her phone, a septuagenarian reading some dime-store romance novel, a sexy young woman, lips slightly parted as though she was struggling to keep her breathing steady...
Oh wait, one wall was a mirror. I flipped a few pages in the magazine to hide the flush creeping into my face. I squirmed uncomfortable in the chair knowing my pussy was oozing onto my red panties. I knew I should have masturbated before I got there but I had been nervous the doctor could somehow tell my sin from the examination. Now I was in dire straights. I thought desperately about rubbing one out quietly in the waiting room...
I repositioned the magazine and flipped the page ("Holiday Fashions for Any Figure"). My jeans were tight but I could still rub my clit through the fabric. It was already getting enlarged from just being in the room and waiting for an exam. I teased the outline of it through the fabric and felt my body tense. Nipples began getting hard and showing through my bra and thin shirt. Soon the teasing touch was too little, and I ached for further relief. I decided to risk unbuttoning my jeans...surely they wouldn't call me anytime soo..
"ANGEL?" called a gruff voice from the back of the waiting room. I dropped the magazine guiltily, picked up my purse, and walked to the door ignoring the hot wetness between my legs.
The nurse had a real attitude problem and she seemed really unhappy at her job. I smiled at her.
She took me to a back area where they weighed me, measured my height, and then showed me to a door. I was still struggling to keep my arousal under control. This was all the foreplay leading up to the doctor's exam and I was on edge from the anticipation. I didn't realize she was holding a cup out to me.
"Hello? Urine sample? This way..."
Oh duh, of course. Perfect! The privacy of a bathroom would give me time to get rid of my overwhelming need to get off surely. I thanked Nurse Bitchy and took the cup into the bathroom. The fixtures were all very old but the room was clean at least. I sat down on the toilet and prepared to fill my sample cup according to directions. (Really, how many directions do there need to be? Step 1. Pee in Cup) Once the sample was done and I had used the sanitary wipes to clean up I decided to give myself a quick feel.
Leaning back against the back of the toilet with my jeans and red panties around my ankles I began to rub my excited clit while I stroked my thighs and body with my other hand. Already breathing so hard I knew I had to focus if I wanted to get done before suspicions arose. I slid the other hand down and teased my pussy lips open, spreading my legs wider where I sat on the toilet. I slid one finger in and imagined the way the doctor would do this same procedure momentarily...I could feel my body tensing as I rubbed my pussy with one hand and fingered it with the other.
BANG-BANG-BANG. "Ma'am? Do you need assistance?"
I moaned as I quickly sat up and began pulling my clothes on. "justaminute." I remembered to wash my hands and get my sample before leaving the bathroom. A quick glance in the mirror told me how red my face was. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't hear a worse Nurse Bitchy was saying but I followed her anyways.
The exam room. My pussy gave a delicious jump when I saw the stirrups. All my attempts to stop my intense arousal had only made it worse. Breathing heavy I was struggling just to keep it together.
"Please get undressed. The doctor will be in shortly."
I looked around and did not see any gowns. I called out after her, "Sorry, where are the gowns?"
The door was already shut but I heard the muffled reply of "Budget Cuts."
Seriously?! This wasn't going well at all. I put down my purse and started to undress while looking around the room. Other than the bed with its crinkle paper covering, one old chair and a doctor's stool on wheels there was no other furniture. Shower curtain rings hung from a pole but the privacy curtain was missing. I took my shirt off and folded it neatly on the chair. I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them adding them to the pile. I unclipped my bra and felt my nipples harden to the cold. My hands flew to them instinctively.
And while I stood there in the fluorescent lit exam room rolling my nipples between my fingers I debated with myself. Do I take my panties off? They were cute and red with strings for sides. If I left them on the doctor would see how wet they were. A quick feel confirmed what I already knew: they were soaked and clearly outlining my pussy lips. If I took my panties off I risked looking foolish if it was understood I should retain some amount of privacy. What if I was supposed to take them off?
I was still standing and debating when a knock was at the door and then it immediately opened and admitted the doctor.
It was actually Dr. Jackson according to his name tag and he was so dreamy. He walked in accompanied by a middle aged nurse. Dr. Jackson was tall with big hands and a white doctor's coat on. His hair was brown and cropped short. He seemed to be in good shape for being in his 40s and clean shaven. The nurse (nametag: MISTY) looked friendly and matronly. They looked at me in unison and surprise.
"You'll need to take your underwear off, Miss Angel," said Dr. J. That answered that.
I blushed, apologized, and bent over at the waist as I slowly pulled my wet panties down my legs and placed them on top of my folded pile of clothes. When I turned back around, completely naked, the doctor and nurse were both smiling politely.
I love being watched. I took my time climbing onto the exam table. I felt the thin table covering immediately cling to the moisture originating from my cunt.