It was Friday afternoon and I had to see my doctor to get a check up for insurance. But as 5pm approached I was thinking they might push me off to next week.
"Mr. Ryan?" the receptionist called out.
"Yes," I said, approaching the desk.
"Dr. Steeler had to leave just now for an emergency situation. I know you need this for insurance, so could we switch you to another doctor?"
"Sure," I replied. "Just a standard check up."
"Great," she said. "Dr. Amir will be available in about 20 minutes. Do you have any trouble seeing a female doctor?"
I laughed. "Well, no, I've had female doctors in the past. But I do know Dr. Amir, Shair, outside of the office. But that is not a problem for me if she is comfortable with it."
Shair's son was a longtime classmate of my daughter, and the two often got together for playtime on the weekend. Although we didn't do social things together, my wife Sara and I knew Shair and Ronan well enough just from talking during the different times.
As her name implies, Shair is Indian, although she had been in the U.S. since she was around nine or ten. She was quite attractive, but no drop dead bombshell. She dressed conservatively, smiled a great smile, and was just a nice person. Her husband was also nice. He worked as an engineer of some type.
After a few minutes the office people turned off the lights and headed out, with the receptionist saying a nurse would get me in a few minutes.
About 5 minutes later a patient left and the nurse was soon calling me, the last lonely person in the waiting room, in for the appointment.
As the nurse and I walked toward the exam room Shair rounded the corner.
"Hi Tod," she said, flashing that great smile. "Looks like you are stuck with me today."
"Just don't be sticking big needles in me" I warned her with a smile.
The nurse took me in to get all the vitals and Shair came in.
"Becky," she said, "you get going. I know you have to get home tonight. I can take care of him."
"Are you sure?" Becky asked. "Everyone else went home and if you need something..."
Shair laughed. "...if I need something I'll figure it out. And I'm okay with Tod since I know him."
"Thanks," Becky said, and she took no time in leaving.
Shair closed the door.
"We typically avoid having doctors alone with patients, especially of the opposite sex. But I figured I'm safe right now."
"I'll be good," I said. "Scout's honor."
She had me remove my shirt to take my blood pressure, listen to my heart, etc. We made small talk as she went through the battery of tests.
"Okay," she said. "I need you to lower your pants."
I must have started because she looked at me.
"Are you comfortable with that?"
"Sure," I said, "just not used to doing that in front of friends."
"Well, I'm a doctor who is a friend. Trust me – I've seen them all."
I stood up a dropped my pants, standing in just my briefs. I'm no porn star, but offered more than most. Five inches not erect and a solid 8.5 inches when at full mast.
Shair did the hernia check without making me drop the briefs. I suddenly found myself feeling aroused by the situation. As I said, Shair is pretty. She was on the small side, probably around 5' 2", and was slender. I had never noticed a generous bust, but like I said, she did not flaunt her body either. Now I was starting to wonder what she looked like under that white coat.
She broke me out of my thoughts.
"Looks like we need to a testicular cancer check for the insurance as well," she said, looking over the paperwork I brought along.
She sat on a rolling stool and moved up close to my briefs.
"I'm going to pull these down and check for lumps, okay?"
