"Gowns. Aren't there any in the drawers there?" He moved across the room to check the same drawers she had already searched. He stood up, equally unsuccessful.
"It's okay, I'm a doctor," he said jokingly. "I can turn up the heat a little if you're cold. Go ahead and get undressed."
He turned away slightly, affording her a small bit of privacy. She blushed, realizing she would be putting on a striptease...for a doctor. She peeled away her bra revealing her hard nipples, her breasts covered in goosebumps. Her blush deepened.
This has to be a scene!
Her mind was screaming at her even as she slipped her fingers into her waistband and peeled her panties down her legs, exposing her bush. Completely naked now, she put her clothes in the closet and tried to calm her heart. She could smell her musk, whether from her underwear or drifting up from between her legs, she wasn't sure. Her face was flushed, the color spreading down to the top of her breasts.
Dr. Love continued to mark her chart and looked up. "Very well. Let's get started then. You can have a seat on the bed there."
In her mind's eye she took stock of the situation. 5'2, 115 pounds. Auburn hair in a page boy. A light tan from their recent trip to Hawaii, but mostly pale white skin. Her breasts sloped down from her chest, slightly tear dropped, her nipples standing up proudly like a flag at the end of a ski-jump, planted in chestnut colored aureoles. She walked to the end of the bed, looking down at her auburn muff, the triangle of hair neatly trimmed but full, extending down between her legs. She struggled with her feelings -- it wasn't at all what she'd been imagining for the past two weeks, but at the same time she couldn't remember being this turned on. The thought of Mike setting her up with a complete stranger -- it didn't compute and it sure didn't make sense. She was practically cumming just thinking about it. As she started to climb on the bed he stopped her.
"Shoot. I knew I was forgetting something. I need to get your weight. Come along. It's just outside here." He opened the door and waited for her. Seeing her hesitation, he said reassuringly, "It's okay, there's no one in the office. I sent away the cleaning crew -- they had come too early." He opened the door wider to let her see outside and then gently waved her to the scale.
Terry slipped off the bed and walked slowly to the door, half expecting to see a crowd of janitors or nurses, or someone, standing out in the hall to watch her. Entering the small hallway and turning to the scale, she finally exhaled. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, her nipples poking out like small wooden pegs, a mixture of the cold, anxiety and arousal. She hated to be naked in public; Mike knew that! Even at the swimming-suit optional beach she refused to take off her bottoms.
This wasn't exactly public space, she understood that in her head, but it didn't stop the slight panic that made her heart race. The panic only increased her horniness. Her pussy, not just wet, was starting to itch, her labia swelling at the thought of walking into the hall stripped naked. Without her underwear to absorb her juices, they were starting to drip down her thighs. She blushed again.
"The scale's a little tricky," Dr. Love came up behind her, adjusting the weights. "To get the most accurate weight, it's best if you stand here..." he turned her gently to face towards the door to the reception area, his glove covered fingers brushing against her naked thigh. "And if you hold your hands out like this," he put them out to the side, level with his shoulders, "it works best."
Her heart hammered in her chest. She tried to control her breathing but that only made matters worse, forcing her breasts to rise and fall. She saw him staring at her while he fiddled with the scale. As he was almost ready to tell her to step down, there was a noise from the outer room.
Terry jerked and looked over at the door and then to the doctor.
"Hold on. Don't move please, the scale is really finicky. That's it. Just keep your arms still for a minute. Let me find out what the devil is going on out there." He gently lifted her arms again, leaving her standing exposed and facing the door to the reception area, the only barrier between her nakedness and yet another stranger. She focused on her breasts rising and falling with her breath.
To her horror he went to the door, opened it,
and left it open
as he walked out to see who was there. In her head she was screaming to run to the exam room and close herself in, but her body was frozen, completely exposed, complying with his directions to stay still. Her skin prickled and she felt her pussy clamp at the thought a second stranger would find her in this ridiculous position.
It has to be Mike! He's just doing this to make it more crazy!
Even her befuddled head wasn't fooled by the rationalization: she sounded as if she were trying to convince herself.
She heard Dr. Love arguing with someone, their voices audible but the words unintelligible. At any moment, she realized, whoever was out there could walk in front of the door and see her standing like Christ on the cross, a naked, female Christ of course, but still. She smiled briefly before wondering why she didn't just stop this nonsense and move into the room. The sound of someone approaching the open door almost made her jump out of her skin; the relief at seeing it was the doctor made her drop her hands to her thighs.
"Sorry. Let's try that again." He closed the door and walked back to her, lifting her hands up again. Standing in front of her, his lab coat brushed against her nipples as he fiddled again with the scale. "So, have you had any unusual changes in weight since your last exam?" He stepped back, waved her off the scale toward the room, jotting notes.
"No. I'm a little heavier than I'd like, but nothing unusual." She thought about how she'd put on a few pounds, mostly in her butt and thighs, how she really wanted to get thinner, but didn't really want to work it off.
"Well, you look just fine. Just fine." He ushered her back into the room and the feeling of being safe and protected washed over her. She perched herself back on the bed as he had instructed before. She spread her legs a little to keep her balance, realizing she was exposing herself to him; the feeling of being exposed, in the room, with just him, was so much more arousing than the possibility of being exposed to just anyone coming in off the street. She shivered again at the thought of someone seeing her on the scale.
He proceeded to test her reflexes, pushing here, prodding there, taking notes, all the while asking questions about her eating habits, what she did for recreation, how she spent her free time. He asked her to breathe in deeply, the stethoscope against her chest, his hand pushing against her spine. And then again, this time the scope on her back.
"Go ahead and lie down now. So, you are active sexually?" He had her shimmy up the bed, her head on a slightly raised pillow, her knees momentarily raised as she found leverage to scoot onto her back. The question was perfectly acceptable for a doctor to ask, but it sent a pulse of electricity up her spine.
"Yes." She settled her legs back down, her feet just at the end of the bed.
"Mmmm, hmmmm. Any pain with intercourse?" He continued his palpitations, running his hands down her throat, across her chest to her stomach, tapping her liver and intestines, moving the stethoscope as he traveled down. He skipped over her pubic area, continuing his inspection of her legs, pushing his fingers into her muscles and joints.
"No," she answered softly, the liquid brimming inside her, the vibrations running up and down her spine.
"Do you have satisfying orgasms?" He spread her legs a little, feeling along the joints behind her knees.
"When I have them." She thought about having one right now and focused on the ceiling.
"Well, everything is normal so far. I'd like to proceed with the gynecological exam. We'll do a breast exam, and then a recto-vaginal exam. We do things a little differently than you might be familiar with, so if you have any questions, please stop me." He turned away, pulled a camera from a drawer and snapped it into a wall mounted support. She stared as he swung the support out and tilted the camera down towards her. "I assume you do a regular breast exam?" He sounded so gentle and kind, like a concerned uncle.
Unlike any uncle I ever had
, she smiled at the perverse thought. Still the camera. What was up with the camera? He turned to the rolling cart, pushing it away from the wall, facing the T.V. towards her. He turned it on and she saw herself, lying down on the bed from the perspective of the camera.
"I'd like you to demonstrate how you do your breast exam. If you could please." He waited for her, his hand resting on the camera.
Even as she grew embarrassed at the idea of manipulating her breast for a camera, for anyone for that matter, she felt the electricity in her groin traveling up her spine. She hesitated. Finally, taking a breath, she moved her fingers up to her breasts and began to circle them around the nipples in widening arcs. As she pressed in, feeling for any lumps, she realized he had started taping her. She closed her eyes, concentrating.
