LESBIAN: A medical exam Mary will never forget.
MARY BURNS'S STORY
It was my friend Sally who first told me about Dr. Williams. I had always felt self-conscious about going to a male doctor for breast and vaginal exams, so Sally told me to try her female doctor. She said I'd never regret it. If only I'd known in how many ways she meant that.
I have two kids and have always been faithful to my husband, but what happened to me that day changed my life forever. I had an afternoon appointment and was the last patient left in the waiting room when one of the nurses came in to say, "the doctor will see me now."
I had expected to enter a typical doctor's office smelling of cough syrup, formaldehyde, and other weird chemicals. Instead, my senses were caressed by the soft sweetness of lilacs, roses, and orange blosoms--the interesting intermingling of several female perfumes. Paintings of pine-covered mountains, green meadows, and beautiful girls relaxing beside ponds and streams lined the walls.
When Sally told me about her lady doctor, I had expected to see a fifty-ish Aunt Gertrude type with horn-rimmed glasses and greying hair. I was not prepared for the real Dr. Williams. What waited for me in the doctor's examining room was a Playboy Magazine cut-out of a tall, very well-stacked, very beautiful blonde. Her white smock clung tightly to all her curves and barely covered her rounded ass while she was standing. The tops of her beige stockings were fully exposed as were the lower portions of her garter straps.
I've been told that I'm not bad-looking myself, but I felt immediately intimidated by the excessive beauty and just plain sexual luxuriance spilling out of both ends of her smock. Some doctor, I thought. What has Sally gotten me into? The only thing "doctor" about this woman was the stethoscope around her neck and the clipboard she held in her hand.
To add to my confusion, and feeling of intimidation, there was not one, but two nurses: the one who led me in from the waiting room, and another one who was helping the doctor arrange things--and both of them were knock-out attractive. One was a redhead about my five foot eight, and the other was a brunette just a tad shorter and quite petite. Their skirts were as tight and short as the good doctor's.
My feelings of apprehension and intimidation evaporated as soon as Dr. Williams introduced herself. She shook my hand like a man would, and looked me directly in the eye as she welcomed me to her office. Her smile could've disarmed an armadillo. Toothpaste ad teeth glittered between her ruby red lips which parted most invitingly, but in a wholesome sort of way.
Such a friendliness and warmth exuded from her face, that I knew instantly she was sincere and that she was someone I could put all my trust in. She made me feel instantly like we were old friends. She could have been a college coed were it not for the tiny crow's feet crinkling at the corner of each eye as she smiled at me. The crow's feet hinted at the hours, and years, she had spent poring over medical books. Her green eyes pinning mine, were full of intelligence, love, mystery, and something else, maybe a little mischievousness twinkling in the background somewhere.
"Okay, Mrs. Burns," Dr. Williams said, nodding towards the scale against the wall, "first we'd like to take your height and weight."
As if by pre-arranged signal the two nurses each grabbed a hand and led me to the scale.
I could have walked to the scale on my own accord, and I certainly did not need a nurse, much less two, to help me get up on the scale. But, I must admit, I didn't mind being pampered so.
As the brunette nurse adjusted the balances on the scale, her shapely hip brushed up against my thigh. Then she leaned forward a bit more and her ass rubbed against the front of my thigh--just below the hemline of my mini skirt. I felt a flush of heat from the contact and knew that my face was reddening. But I couldn't back away from her without stepping off the scale. Besides, Dr. Williams was standing right behind me with the clipboard and I didn't want to collide with her.
The redhead nurse leaned in from the other side to read off my weight for Dr. Williams. The touch of her firm ass lightly touching my other thigh just a bit higher up sent another heat wave through me.
"Okay," Dr. Williams said writing down the figure, "now for her height."
The two nurses again gently took my hands and led me to the wall where they had a chart of inches and feet painted. They each placed a hand on one of my hips to turn me facing away from the wall. A gentle hand on my stomach guided me back until my butt and shoulders touched the wall. The brunette's hand lingering on my stomach, even after I was in place, sent chills through me.
I had never felt desires for another woman before, and at this point still didn't realize what was happening to me. I thought they were just being extra friendly and solicitous because I was a new patient. I had never been pampered so in a doctor's office before, and I certainly did not mind. What bothered me was why the delicate, seemingly innocent touches of the nurses should send such nice tingles to my pussy. I was afraid that by the time they got to the gynecological exam I would be so wet that they'd all think I was queer or something.
When the redhead began to adjust my shoulders against the wall, she leaned into me just enough so the tips of her well-formed breasts touched mine just above the nipples. To my discomfort my nipples betrayed me and grew erect as if to meet hers. I was afraid she would feel them grow beneath her and stab into her own soft flesh. Thank God for my bra. Maybe she wouldn't notice my little erections. But what in heaven's name was I to do when it came time for my breast exam? I had to get a hold of myself before they could see my shame.
The two nurses stepped to the side so Dr. Williams could come up to read my height. With my hands at my sides, the nurses stood so close to me their hips brushed my hands. Embarrassed I moved my hands towards the front of my thighs where they'd be out of the way. Both nurses then filled the space left by my departed hands and slid in even closer to me. Now their hips touched my hips on either side.
Dr. Williams handed her clipboard to the redhead nurse and stepped up closer to readjust my shoulders. "We can't have any slouching of the shoulders now," she said with that disarming "we-have-been-friends-forever smile." She gently pushed my shoulders back against the wall again, and like the nurse before her, she let the tips of her ample breasts rest on mine.
"We must have perfect posture to get an accurate reading of your height, Mrs. Burns." She slid her hands off my shoulders and pushed my upper arms back against the wall.
This move expanded my ribcage forcing my tits more up and out--and right into Dr. Williams' tits. My screaming nipples, poking out my bra, stabbed into her mercilessly. No way she could not feel that, bra or no bra.
It was then that I noticed that Dr. Williams wasn't wearing a bra! Her own nipples jutted out proudly forming little tents in the front of her smock. Though I was burning up with shame and confusion over my own feelings, I found it somewhat flattering to think that I could possibly have been the cause for such a reaction on the part of someone so beautiful, intelligent, and sexy-looking as Dr. Williams.
She looked me straight in the eye, her face no more than six inches from mine. Her green eyes had me mesmerized. I feared that she'd misread the strange feelings I seemed to be suddenly having, yet her warm emeralds for eyes just took me in and made me feel, well, so natural. I mean, like here we were, our breasts touching each others, nipples erect, and she doesn't seem to be fazed in the least--like it's all natural?
"That's much better now Mrs. Burns," she said with that smile of hers warming me with its radiance and sending new waves of tingles clear down to my toes. "Now keep your hands at your sides."
"Yes doctor," I gulped. I tried to do as ordered but the two nurses were in the way of my hands. I had no choice but to let my hands rest against their upper thighs.
Dr. Williams then put her hand against my stomach and pushed in. "Let's see if we can get your back flatter against the wall to make sure you're not slouching."
So, there I am, each of my hands resting on a shapely thigh of the nurses, their hips touching mine--the heat from both their bodies beginning to scald me. Or was it my own heat bubbling up from my furnace below? Such confused and shameless feelings I'd never had before. And, then there was Doctor Williams. Our breasts touching so provocatively and her green eyes so open as if inviting me into her soul.
Her lips curling sweetly into a child's smile she leaned even closer to me to read my height off to the nurse with the clip board. "Five-foot eight and a half inches," she said, her lips forming a kiss pout as she mouthed each syllable-our faces were so close her lips left a faint trace of hot moistness against my lips sending instant bolts of electricity to my pussy. Her perfume engulfed me taking me to some far away enchanted forest of ferns, fronds, and flowers, to some Alice in Wonderland fantasyland where the ordinary rules and customs of society had no relevance.
All to soon Dr. Williams moved away. She took the clip board from the redhead and then patted the stool standing next to the examining table. "Okay, Mrs. Burns, if you'll just sit up here for a moment."
