Amy kept crossing, uncrossing, and crossing her legs again as she sat in the doctor's office waiting room. Her fingers couldn't stop vibrating and her heart was running laps inside her chest. She had her face in a Cosmo magazine with a model in a red dress on the cover to pass the time but she couldn't put her full attention on the words or the photos. The articles about how to make things hotter in the bedroom didn't help.
It wasn't uncommon for people to be nervous in a waiting room but Amy's emotions were a mess for another reason.
Dr. Lisa Shaw was Amy's family care physician for much of her adult life, which was for the past 7 years. The doctor was in her late-30's but with hardly a wrinkle or strand of gray, no one could have guessed.
Everything was routine for a while—come in, get blood pressure taken, get weighed, have a physical or checkup, have prescriptions written, and go home.
Soon, during her visits, a few alluring gazes came Amy's way, a hand would rest on her thigh while the doctor was using her stethoscope, and a brush over her nipples happened a time or two.
Amy started to wonder if that was all accidental or if she was signaling something to her. No, that couldn't have been true, could it?
Amy and Dr. Shaw could have been considered friends as much as having a doctor/patient relationship. They knew each other's business. Who they dated, what they splurged on at the boutique, what they cooked last night, and their workplace drama. The good doctor's fiancé broke it off with her a couple of months ago and that was about the time her hands became extra brave with Amy.
Amy wanted to see her. She was curious how far it would go this time but at the same time, she didn't know if it would be right. She was another woman
and
her physician. The doctor was a knockout and sweeter than honey. She was getting moister the longer she was on her mind.
Amy scanned the waiting room. Every chair was occupied though it was quiet except for the characters on the talk show trying to figure out who was the father of the distressed mother's child.
A silver-haired, wrinkled grandmother wearing a mask, a husband with oxygen tank at his flank, and others were sitting along all the office's walls. Some were coughing, wheezing, and groaning. Nature didn't try to hide the fact it was the middle of winter. The room had the smell of some kind of medicinal cream similar to Neosporin or Icy Hot.
Amy sighed. It was 9am and would be who-knows-when before she could see Dr. Shaw. With all the people waiting, she probably wouldn't have much time for anything more than hi, check her out, and say goodbye.
Amy stared at the TV mounted in the corner and heard nothing more than yadda, yadda, yadda. All drowned out by naughty thoughts of her doc.
She slumped in her seat, propped her arm up on the armrest, and rested her head on her hand.
An hour later and it seemed everyone's name was being called but hers.
She slid out of her seat and walked over to the counter with the complimentary coffee maker. The aroma of roasted coffee perked her up a bit. She poured herself a cup, loaded it with a handful of packets of sweetener and some cream, and gave it a stir.
After a few cups, she was like a roadrunner on adrenaline. She didn't want to sit down. She thought she would be able to make it to work for the second half of her shift but it seemed her customers would have to talk to someone else about their monthly rates and if an accident would make their insurance go up. Seeing Dr. Shaw would be better anyways.
Amy leaned on the counter with the coffee machine and remained fixated on the door to the patient rooms as she sipped another cup of the beverage. The door swung open and a nurse held onto the handle as she spoke into the room.
She asked for Ms. Dales and Amy gasped and almost went into shock! At least she hoped she was the only Ms. Dales in the room. She'd never rushed to get back there with the nurse like she did then!
After she was weighed and had her blood pressure and temperature taken, the nurse let her into one of the rooms to wait for Dr. Shaw.
She hopped on the exam table. The tissue-thin sheet rustled beneath her as she got comfortable. The table itself was midnight blue and cushioned. It reminded her of her recliner at home. With the angle the table was at, it was tempting to recline back and catch a snooze especially since she tossed and turned all night in anticipation of her appointment.
The room was all white and felt like it did outside. She kept half of her gray sweater unbuttoned to let the top of her breasts see the light. She had a white shirt underneath but it only came up just above her nipples. In case the doctor needed to examine them, of course! Still, she was contemplating buttoning the rest as she shivered.
She found herself on her back with her legs dangling off the front of the table. She drifted off for a few minutes but popped upright when her ears captured chatter growing louder outside!
It was Dr. Shaw! Her heart nearly jumped into her throat. She swept across her black dress pants to knock off nonexistent dirt and lint and tugged some wrinkles out of it. She tossed her fluffy, auburn hair and thrust her chest forward. She heard the plastic of the clipboard holding her papers hit against the holder it was in, which was outside the door. There were three light knocks and the door opened!
"Good morning, Amy!" Dr. Shaw said as she burst in. "How are you?"
"I'm great, Dr. Shaw!"
"Stop that! Lisa is okay. I think we can be on a first-name basis now."
Amy chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Amy was never happier to be there. And that was with no guarantees that anything beyond her exam would happen.
Lisa didn't need her high heels to be taller than the average woman. She was a brunette with her hair in a ponytail with a few strands falling over her cocoa irises. Her breasts were about average but her ass was bigger and worked with her tall frame. She had a white blouse underneath her similarly hued coat and her navy skirt was matched in tone by her eye shadow.
Lisa read her chart. "So, you're here for a full physical exam?"
Amy moved her ass around on the table. "It's that time again."
The doctor put her stethoscope in her ears and the chest piece to Amy's back. "Take a few deep breaths for me."
Amy was already feeling pulses of arousal with her being so close.
She took her breaths and Lisa lifted her sweater and shirt and Amy filled with more sexual energy as her skin was exposed. Amy couldn't miss how assertive she was. The doc pressed the metal chest piece to her bare back and she jumped!
"That's cold!" Amy said as she shivered. "But, I'm okay."
"Sorry, I should have warned you!"
Amy noticed a hand brush her love handles and run over her tummy. Her hands were warm despite the environment. Amy gasped as it felt so good.
The doc maneuvered herself to Amy's front. She let a hand fall so innocently on her upper thigh as she pressed the piece to her heart. Amy was wetter as she wondered what she really wanted to do with that hand.
She took a few more breaths and asked, "How do I sound?"
Dr. Shaw pulled the stethoscope from her ears and took back the chest piece. Amy was disappointed when her hand was out of reach since she stepped back to examine her patient.
"Sounds like you're congested. Have you been ill lately?" the doc asked.
Amy cleared her throat. "I was hacking quite a bit the other day, yes. My chest felt like I swallowed a handful of tacks."
"Oh, I know that wasn't pleasant. I'll give you some samples of a strong cold medicine and decongestant for you."
