This is my first submission to Literotica and I would appreciate your comments.
Sincere thanks to lilsadie69 for help with the editing.
On the morning of my examination, I got up bright and early so I could set off in good time to reach the hospital. A year or so earlier I had an operation to remove a fibroid, the thing had been causing me difficulty and discomfort for over two years and eventually the time had come when it just had to be removed. It had got to the point where the fibroid had begun pressing against my bladder which gave me the feeling of constantly needing to pee but never actually being able to get relief! My doctor had agreed that something needed to be done and I was booked in for the operation.
My doctor at the time had been an elderly but very experienced gentleman and the procedure had been carried out with no complications. Now a year or so on, I was due an examination to ensure that everything was now Okay. My doctor had now retired and this time my examination would be carried out by his replacement, a "Doctor Shaw". I had never met Doctor Shaw, but pretty soon they were going to know me pretty well; apparently this examination would be very thorough and very, very intimate!
So on the day in question I got up, had a light breakfast and then got in the shower. I wanted to be nice and fresh for the examination, so I showered thoroughly and then took my razor to tidy up my legs and bikini line. I generally kept my bush neatly trimmed with just a small triangle of hair around my vagina but I went to work and tidied everything up. After all I wanted to be nice and clean down there for the doctor! The weather had been baking hot, so I dressed accordingly – I chose simple, flesh-colored, bikini style panties with matching bra (no tights) and a simple lilac-colored cotton summer dress and sandals. A few small dabs of perfume and I was ready to go.
I arrived at the hospital, parked and made my way to reception. At reception, I was asked to make my way to Doctor Shaw's surgery where I waited outside the door. After a minute or so, the door opened and to my surprise it turned out that my new doctor was a woman! Doctor Shaw was an attractive woman of around 35 years old, a little taller than me with a good figure and neatly bobbed brown hair.
"Ms. Taylor?" she said, smiling and offering her hand. "Won't you come in please?"
I was surprised but also quite pleased that I would have a woman examining me. It's no secret that I find other women attractive and I generally considered myself bisexual. Lately I had found myself increasingly drawn to women and the thought of this extremely attractive female getting to examine my most private areas caused me to tingle with anticipation! "Please, call me Sharon." I said entering her office. I figured we might as well be on first name terms; after all pretty soon she was going to know every inch of my body!
I sat down and we went through my medical history, I answered her questions about my general health and how things had been since my operation and then she stood up.
"Well, we'll get started, shall we." she said briskly and I felt my heart flutter slightly. "There's just one thing I need to ask you," she went on. "I have two medical students with me at the moment. As part of their practical training I'd like them to take part in the examination if that's okay with you; don't worry by the way, they're both female students." she smiled.
I felt my heart skip a beat. It seemed I was to have three of them examining me and the thought made my pulse rate quicken. I have a pronounced submissive streak and the idea of having to reveal myself to three women was a real turn-on, already I could feel my nipples begin to harden and a stirring in my loins!
"Oh, it's no problem." I replied just a little nervously.
"Excellent!" she replied cheerfully. "The girls will be so grateful. Now if you'd like to go into the examination room, just sit on the table and we'll be with you in a couple of minutes".
I went into the adjacent room, there was a padded table with a disposable paper sheet and I perched myself on the end and waited. My heart was racing and my mouth was dry with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. The weather was once again boiling and the small room was so hot and stuffy, I could already feel my armpits were damp with sweat. Then the door opened and in came Doctor Shaw with her accomplices. The two medical students were around 25 years old and very pretty. One was blonde and the other was brunette, they were introduced as Megan (the blonde) and Susan (the brunette). There was also another woman with blonde hair, was a little older around 30, and slightly stern looking; she was introduced as Rachel.
"Rachel's one of our senior nurses," explained Doctor Shaw. "I've asked her to help out as well. She's here to give you a little moral support throughout the examination; some ladies do find it a little distressing."
Doctor Shaw and the two students went over to the corner of the room and began putting on latex surgical gloves. This was it, things were about to start!
"Right, Sharon, we'll get started, shall we." said Doctor Shaw. "Just slip off your dress and sandals & we'll start by measuring your weight and height."
Standing up, I began to remove my clothes. I was giddy with excitement at having to reveal my body to these women, not only was I bisexual but the thought of having to strip and being humiliated was also a guilty pleasure of mine! I started by kicking off my sandals and then taking it by the hem, I began to pull my cotton dress up and over my head. Rachel assisted me by helping me to get the dress over my head (she seemed very willing to help me undress) before taking my dress and placing it on a chair. I was now in just my underwear. At 37, I still had a very good figure courtesy of my twice-weekly dance lessons.
I was very comfortable with my body and yet I was acutely conscious of how exposed I was standing in this room stripped to my bra and panties with four fully dressed women scrutinizing me! My bra was unpadded and my brown nipples, hard with excitement, were clearly visible and jutting through the thin material. Rachel placed her hands gently on my bare shoulders and led me over to the scales; I shivered very slightly at her touch and felt my clitoris stir!
I stepped onto the scales and Rachel read out my weight. I then stepped off the scales, and I was led over to the other wall to have my height measured. This time Rachel had her hand placed gently against the small of my back just above the waistband of my panties. I could sense their eyes gazing transfixed by the sight of my round bottom, clad in just my sheer and skimpy pants, jiggling as I crossed the room. I stood against the wall and Rachel began to position me so as to get an accurate reading.
"I just need you to stand perfectly straight Sharon." she said before placing her hand on my ribcage just below my breasts and pushing me gently to keep my back firmly to the wall. Next, she squatted down in front of me and pushed firmly against my knees so that they too were firmly against the wall. In doing so, she now had her head level with my panties and I could feel her eyes scrutinizing my crotch through the sheer material of my briefs! "There, now just hold it like that." she said before standing up and reading out my height measurement.
By now I was a little flushed and was blushing slightly, however now the serious business was about to begin and it was time for me to start to lose my underwear!
"Right, Sharon we'll check out your breasts now," said Doctor Shaw. "If you'd like to just pop your bra off."
Heart pounding, I reached round to unclip my bra. Nervous and excited I fumbled with the catch, struggling to get it undone.
"Let me help you there." said Rachel, again very willing to assist in getting my clothes off. I felt her hands gripping the back of my bra and unclipping it before removing it exposing my breasts, leaving me in just my panties. The briefs were also very sheer and I knew that my neat, dark bush was visible!
Doctor Shaw approached smiling gently "Okay, just lift your arms above your head." she said. I did as I was asked, lifting my arms and standing with my legs slightly apart and then she began to feel and caress my breasts, the first one and then the other. Her expert hands moved around my pert 36A tits, stroking, squeezing and feeling. She repeatedly felt my nipples, rolling them gently between her thumb and finger.
I felt like screaming! I have extremely sensitive breasts, and having this woman playing with them was driving me insane! My nipples, already stiff, were rock hard within seconds and as the torment continued I could feel my breathing getting deeper and perspiration began to form on my back. Worst (or best!) of all though, I could feel my vagina beginning to moisten!