"Dr. Andrew H. Slater OB-GYN, private practice, Center for Physiological and Human Ferility Research"
I read the bronze engraved sign outside the brownstone and pressed the buzzer. My hands were sweating. I had no idea why I was so nervous.
"Yes?" a male voice inquired.
"Um, hello, This is Tallulah Adams. I have an appointment with Dr. Slater?"
The buzzer buzzed as the door opened to reveal a mahogany paneled hallway, leading to a big oak door. I pushed it open and was surprised to see it was a gorgeous, pristine sitting room with a fireplace, and comfortable antique seats. I wondered if the whole brownstone belonged to him. It seemed very fancy for a doctor's office.
As I sat myself in one of the victorian velvet armchairs and took out my book, it seemed odd to me that such a beautiful and fancy office had no receptionist. Or other patients waiting. I must be the first patient of the day...
I had been sitting in the empty, well-appointed room for only about five minutes, when I hear,
"Tallulah?"
I look up and lock eyes with a really attractive older man in a white doctor's coat. He is lean and muscular, impeccably groomed. His hair is flecked with silver and neatly trimmed. He smiles at me, forming attractive wrinkles around his warm blue eyes.
"You must be Tallulah," he says. "I'm Doctor Slater. Come with me."
I gulp.
"Doesn't a nurse normally...?" I ask.
The Doctor smiles. "I like to greet my new patients personally," he says, "I think it makes them feel more comfortable." I smile at him.
"Here we go, exam room one," he says as he opens the door to the room. It's a nice, well-outfitted exam room. "You can undress and put your clothes on that chair."
"Is there a gown to put on?" I ask looking around the room.
"We don't really use gowns," he says smiling warmly, "they tend to just get in the way during the examination."
He leaves me by myself for a few moments and I strip off my blouse and skirt, remove my shoes, roll down my tights. I slowly unhook my bra and leave it on the chair. I keep my cotton panties on for modesty's sake and climb up on the exam table. I cross my arms over my chest to cover my naked breasts, which are now covered in goosebumps.
The door opens and Dr. Slater walks in with a really young doctor, just as handsome if not more handsome than he is. His light brown hair is a little too long and falls into his steely silver eyes. He looks like he's built like a football player, and I start to wonder what his body looks like under that white coat. I immediately blush.
"This is Dr. Rowan," Dr. Slater says, introducing the doctor beside him, "I am training him to assist on my experiments, and he is going to assist on your exam." I smile weakly at him.
"I turned the heat up so you won't be too chilly," Dr. Rowan says and winks at me. I feel my nipples harden.
"Okay, let's check your vitals," Dr. Slater says to me. He very gently takes my hand and I'm forced to take my arms away from my naked breasts. I blush again.
"No need to be modest, Tallulah. I'm a doctor. I'm supposed to look at your body."
His hand is warm as he feels my wrist for my pulse. He stands close to me and I can smell his scent and feel the heat coming off of his chest.
"140. Pulse is a bit quick," he says to Dr. Rowan, "Maybe she's a bit nervous..." he smiles at me kindly. "Relax, young lady."
Dr. Rowan smiles at me as he notes my pulse on a clipboard. I blush again.
Dr. Slater's strong, warm hands press into my neck and throat, feeling my glands tenderly with his fingers. "Feels good." he pronounces.
He presses his cold stethoscope in between my breasts and I jump a little.
"So sorry," he laughs, "I forget how cold that gets." He holds his palm over the end to warm it up and then places it between my breasts. He listens intently.
"Breathe in, then out. In, then out," he coaches me. I do what he says and feels my nipples getting harder and my breasts heaving as I breathe in and out.
"Okay, sounds normal. Now lie back, please. I need to do a breast exam."
I lie down on the table as he examines my breasts, kneading the soft flesh and feeling my sensitive nipples.
"I want you to feel this," he says to Dr. Rowan, who puts down his clipboard. "What's your sense, Doctor?"
Dr. Rowan smiles at me as he blows on his hands and then rubs them together.
"Sorry, my hands are a bit cold," he says in apology. He gently places both of his hands on my full left breast. His hands are strong, I can tell, as he palpates the flesh firmly but gently. I bite my lip as my nipple hardens under his big palm.
"It feels normal," he says.
"Good," says Dr. Slater smiling at his pupil, "They are. Your breasts are perfectly healthy, Tallulah." Dr. Rowan picks up his clipboard again and writes more notes.
"I'm going to need you to remove your panties now," Dr. Slater says to me with a slight smirk on his face. "Can't really examine you with them on, can I?"
I blush again, "No, I guess not." I move to sit up.
"Here, let me help you," Dr. Rowan says. "Lie back. Lift your hips please. That's the way" His strong hands slide my cotton panties down my legs and now I am totally naked, with two very attractive doctors examining me.
"Open your legs please, Tallulah. Good Girl."
I part my legs.
"Very nice. Hold your legs open please."
I hear Dr. Slater put on a latex glove, and feel his gaze in between my legs. He uses a single digit to part the wet, naked lips of my bare pussy, which I waxed the day before. I cursed this fact as I could feel myself getting wet under their gaze and knew I couldn't hide it. I'm blushing and embarrassed.
He very delicately opens my pussy lips.
"Notice how pink and wet and wet the interior vulva has become," he says to his colleague. "This is with virtually no physical stimulation at all. Very healthy."
