Laying back on the love seat, naked, I planned to take a short nap before showering and heading to the OB/GYN for my semi-annual exam. Dr. Miller -- Rachel -- is my doctor, and she is beautiful. She's petite, blonde (not natural, I think) and has the most perfect breasts and ass I've ever seen. Both are round and proportionate to her frame... delicious! So, I wanted to be freshly showered when she examined my fairly plump body. Any woman knows what I mean... we shower, shave, shave again, deodorize, powder, etc... primping for the doc, whether male or female, who is going to have their face just inches away from our naughty bits.
Reclining on the love seat, my thoughts drifted to Dr. Miller and my last visit to her. During our pre-exam conference, as I sat there covered in a paper sheet, feeling exposed and vulnerable, Dr. Miller rose from her chair, exposing her crotch for just a split second. It wasn't naked, she was wearing white cotton panties... very sensible. But for some reason, it turned me on so much, that precum began to lubricate the folds of my pussy... probably leaving a wet spot on the paper sheet below me. How embarrassing! In just minutes, Dr. Miller would have her fingers inside of me, and she'd know that I was experiencing arousal. Hell, my nipples were even getting hard!
She instructed me to lay back on the table and place my heels in the stirrups, as she took her spot on the little stool at the foot of it. I heard the snap of latex gloves, and the squirt of K-Y she used to allow her fingers smooth access to my vagina. Whew... that meant she'd maybe not notice my own personal lubrication pooling down there from the flash of white panties I just had as she stood up.
"Relax, Anne," Dr. Miller said, "I'm going to slide my fingers into you now."
"Breathe," I told myself. "Just breathe."
Still, the entrance of her gloved fingers into my most private area took my breath away for a moment. It wasn't the usual startled surprise, either. It was a sexual thrill. I certainly wasn't counting on that. I stifled the moan that made its way from my belly to my lips.
I could feel her pressing her fingers deeper inside of me, to get a better feel of the organs above my vagina. But as much as I told myself that this was all clinical, scientific, and necessary, I was feeling so aroused that I'm sure I began to move my pelvis in time to her pushing. Precisely when I realized I was practically fucking her fingers, she unceremoniously pulled them out and peeled off the gloves. I was afraid to look at her, so I turned my head the other way, willing myself to get it together. This is my doctor for Christ's sake!
"Time for the breast exam, Anne," she said, interrupting my thoughts.
As I looked in her direction, there was a tell-tale flush to her face and chest. She must've noticed my pelvic thrusts as she had done the exam. I was dying at this point, as perhaps she was. Dr. Miller moved to the other end of the exam table and instructed me to fold down the paper sheet, exposing my breasts for her examination. I did as she requested, praying that my nipples had gone soft again and that if they hadn't, that having taut nipples was a fairly normal response for someone having her breasts practically felt up by the doctor.
Dr. Miller cradled my breast with one hand, while making circles with the other, starting at the underside, and working her way up toward the nipple.
"Ssssss," I sucked in my breath as her fingers passed over my totally erect nipples. Still holding my breast gently with one hand, she finished her exam of that breast where it met my underarm. She repeated the procedure on the other breast, her bare hands moving lightly over my flesh, causing my pussy to become even wetter than it was before the exam began.
"Get dressed, Anne," she called over her shoulder as she left the exam room. "I'll see you in my office when you're ready."
I quickly dressed, throwing away the paper sheet from the exam table, that was now soaked with my juices, and made my way to her office in the next room. It was very tastefully decorated, and had a comfy sofa for us to sit on while we discussed the exam and it's implications.
"Anne, I'm going to be honest with you," she began.
Oh no. she's going to confront me about my attraction to her. What should I say?
"I think you may need to come and see me next week for another exam," she continued, breaking into my panicked thoughts. "There's a slight abnormality that I need to read up on before examining you again."
I didn't know whether to burst with joy, or break into tears. On one hand, Dr. Miller didn't mention my obvious sexual desire for her. But on the other hand, something might be really wrong with me.
"I see, Dr. Miller. I can make an appointment for next week."
"Ok, then. I will see you in exactly one week." And the conversation ended, just like that. Dr. Miller rose from her spot on the sofa and opened her office door to let me out.
And that's where my memory of that doctor appointment ends. As I layed here naked, thinking about that visit, I realize my hands had drifted to my round thighs, not even aware that I'd already parted my legs, awaiting the touch of my hands on my snatch. Working my upward along my inner thighs, my fingers came to rest on my full, meaty pussy lips.
I couldn't help myself at this point. I'd fantasized about Dr. Miller since this time last week, but haven't touched myself even once. I know I shouldn't be doing this just prior to a visit where her eyes will peer into my vagina and see the cum coating the inside of me. Still, I spread my cunt wide open with one hand, and begin to flick gently at my clit with my other hand. It's already sprung to life, becoming a nice, hard, little bud tingling with pleasure at my every touch. Soon, the flicks turn to slow circles around my love button, my hips rising and rotating in the opposite direction.
"Mmmmm," I moan softly.
"Mmm hmmmmm," I pant a little louder.
"Ohmmmm.... mmmmmm...," I felt the orgasm building in my pelvis, my fingers involuntarily moving faster and harder as fire exploded in my belly, releasing that warmth that can only mean one thing: I'm cumming, strong and sweet. My quim quivered and my thighs clenched against my hands, pressing them hard against my erect bud. The tension flowed out of my body, as did the creamy evidence of my pleasure.
"Oh, God, that was good!" I smiled to myself and hopped up to take a shower and get ready for my appointment.
Just 30 minutes later, I arrived at Dr. Miller's office, and oddly hd no trouble finding a parking space. Did I get the appointment wrong? Today is Tuesday, isn't it? I hit the alarm for the car and made my way toward the small office that houses Dr. Miller's and Dr. Tali's medical practice.
Pushing my way through the glass door to the building, I noted the lighting was different in the office. It wasn't dark, exactly, but there wasn't as much light as usual either. Aha! The receptionist's desk lamp is off! But the door was open. This is all too confusing. What's going on?
"Dr. Miller?" I call. "Is anyone here?"
