Being new in town, I hadn't met Dr. Jones before it was time for my annual physical. I was the last appointment of the day and they were running late. I overheard the nurse telling the doctor she had to leave after ushering her last patient into the exam room.
My name was finally called and the nurse led me down the hall to the room and instructed me to strip down and hop on the exam table to await the doctor's arrival. I lay down, wearing no clothes and covered in a sheet. As I waited, my mind drifted. It had been years since I had any sex. Not that I didn't want it, but it never seemed to come my way. Hardly surprising considering I was mid-forties and rather overweight. Most of my weight hung on my hips and buttocks, creating the 'pear' shape described in fashion magazines. Lately, my hormones were raging and I was masturbating with increased frequency but all that seemed to do was make me want sex even more. In light of this, being naked under a sheet in the doctor's office was the closest I'd been to sex in a long while and I was turned on.
The doctor walked in and asked me the usual medical questions. He was a distinguished-looking 50 year old and had warm, caring eyes. I could see that he was very comfortable with his position and he moved around with a confidence I found appealing. He pulled down the top of the sheet, exposing my breasts then started to do a thorough breast exam, spending more time and attention than is usual. He squeezed first one breast then the other. He moved his fingers in concentric circles around each breast, ending just before touching my nipples. My body was starting to respond to his touches and I was hoping he wouldn't notice my nipples becoming hard in anticipation of some attention. After a full inspection of my breast's he surprised me by pinching my nipples and then stroking them. I let out a soft moan and blushed when he smiled down at me.
He then stopped to open the door and called for two medical students to come in. As he waited at the door, he explained to me that they needed to take part in the exam to fulfill the course requirements and hoped I didn't mind. My senses went on high alert. The students walked in and I gave them a quick once-over. Both were attractive men in their late forties or early fifties -- rather old for students, I thought. However, my faith in doctors was solid so I didn't get concerned. Dr. Jones told them to examine one breast each. They were happy to oblige. There I was, with a sheet up to my waist and a man on either side, running their hands over my sensitive breasts and nipples while Dr. Jones directed them to examine my breasts as completely as possible and to pay special attention to my nipples.
The doctor moved down to the end of the table and instructed me to scoot down and place my legs in the stirrups. My butt was hanging dangerously close to the edge of the table and my pussy was wet with anticipation of his gaze. How long had it been since someone had seem my snatch? Much too long, I decided. Even in this sterile environment, I was going to enjoy the exposure it afforded and made a point of being alert to the sensations that were about to take place.