My face is blank. My eyes stare calmly ahead, but my mind is racing. I'm sitting in the waiting room of my gynaecologists office, trying to think of anything but my discomfort and excitement. The seats are hard with a squishy cushion - the kind that makes noise every time you shift your weight. I'm frozen. I wore a short jean skirt today, something that is strangely uncommon for me, but I completely forgot I had this appointment. My yellow tank top complimented my tan skin and my black hair, just freshly cut and styled with layers and side bangs. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the door. I was sitting up straight, chest thrust outwards, legs crossed and clenched together with nails gripping my thighs.
My body language screamed "horny".
The last time I was at my gyno, there was a new doctor named Tracy. It was taking one look at her that made me realize I was bicurious. She had long curly blonde hair with blue eyes, and a full C cup that she wasn't afraid to show off in the comfort of the examining room. I felt like an idiot undressing infront of her, and even more of an idiot when she started touching me. Everytime I jumped, she giggled like a school girl instead of the professional that she most certainly was. She used her gloved fingers to feel inside of me first, and I almost died when the walls of my pussy contracted around her index and middle digits. I might have imagined her slight smile, but I refused to look her in the face for the rest of the exam. At the end, I dressed quickly, made my next appointment and rushed home to rub my clit until I came hard not once, but three times.
I looked at myself again. I realized in horror that my nipples were hard, and protruding through the thin material of my tank top. I grabbed my purse and started rummaging around, looking for something to distract me from the fact that I was about to me fingered by a hot woman and I couldn't do a damn thing about it.
I found my strawberry roll on lip gloss and began to apply it. Slowly, I ran the ball of the applicator across my lips. Even this act was getting me hot. I kept imagining it was Dr. Tracys clit being rubbed onto my mouth - hard, tasting sweet and getting wetter by the minute.....
"Missy?"
Oh. My name was being called. I gathered up my silly horny body and followed an older woman into the room as she took my stats. I sat on the fresh crinkly paper, adjusting my skirt so the woman couldn't sense how worked up I was. She raised her eyebrows at my rigid posture and instructed me to undress from the waist down and wait for Dr Tracy.
The old nurse left and I quickly undressed and draped the paper blanket over me. I looked down and saw my nipples were even more erect than before, poking through hard and swollen. Dead giveaway that I had the thoughts of a bisexual slut.
I glanced at the closed door and cautiously raised my hands up to relieve some of their tension. I stroked both my breasts and scraped my finger nails over the fabric and shuddered at the shock it sent my pussy. I could feel the paper under me getting wet as I rubbed my fingers in a circle, lightly pinching until I gasped slightly.
"Cold?"
I jumped up and dropped my hands like a kid caught stealing a cookie.
"Uhm, I'm sorry, what?"
Dr Tracy laughed lightly from the doorway. "I was just wondering if you were cold. My patients are always freezing in this room, so I wanted to make sure you were comfortable."
I nodded mutely. I hope she didn't see me squeezing my tits like a teenage boy. If she did, she didn't let on.
Dr Tracy continued speaking, "Me, I'm always hot in here! I take this awful coat off as soon as I walk in, first chance I get. Its so unflattering! But then again, you do have less clothes on than me. It must be chilly!"
That must be gyno humor.
I finally turned to look at her. I think I may have stopped breathing for thirty seconds. Her lowcut hot pink dress dipped down in a V between her lovely tits, and clung to the rest of her body. It was cinched at the waist with a black patent leather belt with matching high heeled shoes. Her legs were toned and muscular, as were her arms. Her makeup was perfectly glam, dark mascara lining her blue eyes, and her hair was full and curly. Oh god, this was going to be the longest appointment of my life.
"Let's see what we have here. I saw you 6 months ago, yes? No changes in menstration, or birth control? No? Ok great. Hmmm. You lost a bit of weight" she looked up from her black rimmed glasses. "You look good".
I shifted on my seat. I realized I hadn't said one word. She's going to think I'm daft.
I cleard my throat, but it still sounded husky when I spoke: "Yes. I have been working out and doing yoga a lot since my boyfriend and I broke up".
She nodded, interested. "I see. Yoga is a good way to relieve stress, among other activities. When was the last time you were sexually active?"
I bit my lip and blushed. "3 months ago".
Dr Tracys eyes slightly widened at this admission and quickly looked me up and down. "I see." she paused, letting the air hang heavy. "Well! Let's take a look at what you have for me here."
I laid back on the table, wanting to say 800 dirty responses to that comment. But I bit my lip harder and shut up. In the process, I tasted strawberry which made me think of her pussy and I felt myself get wetter.
Oh god.
"What was that?"
