erectile dysfunction..? well, no..., not usually ...
well, Doctor, I confess... I don't, really think I have that problem
but I am curious, if..., uh, whether, an E-D pill could make any difference, or really, just what it might be like?
In a way I dreaded this appointment. First, having to disclose to the nurse on the phone, –why- , I wanted this appointment. Then of course, imagining discussing this face to face with the young doctor, this blond, tall, sexy, beautiful, young doctor who could be, and probably is, a model. But admittedly, since my first and only appointment a year ago with her for a flu visit, I have wondered nervously but excitedly just how future visits might unfold.
Today she is a bit authoritative, if not slightly intimidating. She looks dressed more for a day's trip across the country flying first class. I heard her mention "seminar" as she came in through the waiting room, maybe she was presenting. She is dressed in a black pleated skirt with sheer black stockings, very open strap shoes, also black, and a bone colored blouse of sheer stretch fabric that is quite revealing of a very sexy nude shade demi-cup sheer bra that barely contains her breasts, as they vivaciously pour forth. She is wearing a medium gray jacket, but it is unbuttoned... I try little to subdue my glance as she looks down at her chart.
"Paul, that is perfectly understandable, you wouldn't believe how many of my male patients have come in and asked just as you are. Actually, almost as many female patients ask too, it seems. But unless their man is willing to have an exam, well of course, I cannot dispense. So you do realize, there will be an exam necessary today to issue the prescription? And you're ok with that?"
well, sure, Doctor... I was expecting that, I mean everything requires an exam, I mean every prescription, doesn't it?
"Yes it does. Now, this exam is really most of what is involved in a physical, and according to your chart, you haven't had a physical in over three years. If you'd like to go the rest of the way, this can probably be covered under your wellness plan. Shall we do a complete physical?
Absolutely!... I mean sure, that'd be, um, perfect ...
"Ok, good. I'll need you to undress then to your underpants. When you're ready, just have a seat on the examination table, I'll be back to see you in a few minutes."
I felt my face becoming hot when she said "underpants", and I pictured myself nearly naked upright on this bench when back she comes through the door. I've been through this enough times before, but the doctor was always a male. That's bad enough, and too, since usually a nurse shows up as well.
So here I sit, the room suddenly seems to have a slight chill that I hadn't noticed before. And I feel my feet getting a little cold, kind of clammy, having removed my shoes and socks. I catch myself looking around the room at the diagrams on the walls, the jar of tongue depressors, that diabolically huge hypodermic that seems to be a fixture in every doctor's examination room I've ever sat waiting in for as long as I can remember. What could they possibly use that for? Just then I can't help it, I pull the waistband of my shorts out to peer at my penis, and what else, it is pantomiming a turtle with its head pulled all the way in.
"Are you ready for me, Paul?" I nearly gasp, maybe I did, I feel my face hot again only this time worse. I know better than to have risked that. I know she saw the look of chagrin on my face as I was looking down.
The doctor sort of giggles... "everything's normal so far! ...just for your information, you've already made it to the 95th percentile, meaning you're of that percentage of my patients that seem to have one last look at their messenger of love before it ascends to the realm of aphrodisia."
I smile, maybe a little sheepishly, but actually her repartee is helping. I look up to her and she is looking straight into my eyes, her eyes twinkle, her face is glowing. This is somehow reminding me of that last toast of wine of a fabulous dinner date that usually precedes a gratuitous blowjob at well over the speed limit while racing to get back home... suddenly I feel I am ready for anything to come.
But she is smiling a very warm, attentive smile. And unless I am mistaken, her body language, shoulders back, chest up and out, hips cocked a little, and head tilted a little, is telling me she is about to get aggressive.
She is seemingly harmless enough now though, having changed into the typical light blue doctor's garb. Draw-string cotton loose fitting slacks and short-sleeved jacket ..., well almost typical, as her trousers are slung low on her hips, and the jacket is really only barely waist length, revealing her perfectly flat sexy abdomen, but otherwise baggy and loose as usual. She turns away and I am now amazed, to find that her trousers are riding so low as to reveal just the beginning of the cleavage of her very nice ass.
She turns back, "First we'll check your heart and respiration, while it is still relatively normal."
Doctor now reaches inside her jacket, withdrawing the business end of her stethoscope which she leans forward and places it against my right breast. It is not cold.
As she roams around my chest listening, her left hand presses me gently beside her right, it feels caring, and affectionate.
Finished with the front, she directs, "Please raise your arms above your head."
I do. She then leans very close against me, passing the stethoscope behind me. Her arms are around me as she probes about my back, listening. As she moves I feel the press of her now free breasts sweep against me, Her breath is soft in my ear. Her pussy is firm on my left knee. She hesitates in each new position. I feel my penis engorging, stiffening. This is going to be awkward.
As she concludes, she gives me a light slap at the top of my ass as she pulls away. Her face is a bit flushed.
"Heart and respiration slightly elevated. Well, your heart is pounding, and there's some hyperventilation. Perfectly normal."
"Hmmm, however, I see that you -are- about to fail the erectile dysfunction portion of this exam already!”
I guess so. My cock is now straight up and my dick head is standing up and out of my bikini briefs, reaching for my navel. I feel very guilty right now.