I go to a woman gynecologist, of course. I just changed insurance plans at work, though, and even though she had come recommended to me, I had never met her. The nurse called my name and I went back to the office.
She weighed me and took my blood pressure and then left a paper cover for my breasts and a paper blanket for over my abdomen. She told me to get undressed and put them on, then wait for the doctor on the table.
As I lay there, the tears were about to come. It was so humiliating and so upsetting for me. I had never felt more naked as I did there, trying to keep the paper jacket over my breasts. I just sat up, waiting for her knock at the door. Then it came.
She walked in to the examining room and introduced herself, Dr. Kelly Staves. She could tell I was upset, but told me not to worry, that she would be very careful with me and she would always let me know what she was doing. She was really pretty, wearing her lab coat and with her chestnut brown hair tucked up in to a French twist. Her breasts were pushing at the front of the lab coat. I love big breasts, probably because mine are relatively small. But hers were marvelously round and full and I could see the outline of the nipple against the white fabric.
"Alright, Kaze, I want you to lay back. I'm going to examine your breasts." I was panting and extremely nervous, but I lay back trying to keep the jacket covering me. My eyes were sequenced tight as she put her hands on my chest and carefully spread apart the front of the jacket. I felt her cool hand press firmly on the outer edges of my breast.
She moved her hand over it, pressing on it, exploring it. I opened my eyes - I had never been able to open my eyes during an exam - and met hers. She was smiling down at me in this tender way that totally disarmed me. She held my nipple between two fingers and pinched at it slightly. "Is that okay?" she asked.
I just nodded. She moved to the other one and placed both of her hands around my breast. She was holding it in her hand, squeezing on it, feeling deep in to it. It really felt good - like I said, I have a breast fetish. When she got to the nipple, again, she pinched it between two fingers - just enough to let me know she was there. I realized I may have been getting excited.
"Okay, everything there feels real good, so I'm going to listen to your heartbeat. Would you sit up please?" I sat up and she slid the whole jacket off of me, so I was sitting there with just the blanket over my lap. She just smiled at me in this way that made me not question anything. She moved the stethoscope all over my upper back, the whole time keeping her other hand spread between my breasts in front. It was starting to feel vaguely erotic to me and when I turned to look at her, I was right level with her lovely breasts. The nipples were definitely protruding - I knew mine were.
"Heart sounds good, now I'm afraid you're going to have to lie down." But I wasn't scared, I wanted to do exactly as she told me, I wanted her to touch me more. It had never been like this, nothing had. I lay back while she watched, my entire torso and most of my hips exposed to her. She placed both of her hands on my belly and looked right in to my eyes. "Are you okay, Kaze?" She asked, rubbing my soft belly very softly. "Yes, I'm fine, quite comfortable, Thank you."
"Okay, then, I'm going to proceed with the exam. You need to move down to the end of the table and fit your heels in to the stirrups," she said. These words usually strike terror in my heart, but I moved easily, without hesitation. Once my heels reached the stirrups, I laid back down but my knees were pushed tightly together.
"Now relax, Kaze," she said, "I'm going to spread your legs, okay?"
All I could do was nod; I felt blood rush to my pussy and a warm feeling spread. She was under the blanket covering my abdomen; I could feel her breath on my pussy. "I see you like to keep yourself shaved," she said.
