It was time for my annual breast exam, the only day where groping and prodding is most unwelcome and extremely uncomfortable. It is weird having professional hands upon your body, not seducing or tempting one to enjoy another's human touch. One body claiming another.
I lay cold upon the examining table, paper crinkling beneath me. A thin white sheet was carelessly thrown across my waist, the ugly robe pushed up past my belly as was instructed.
The door opened and a stunning nurse waltzed in, hair swaying in sexy movements behind her, loose strands draping like a curtain around her slim shoulders. Her eyes sparkled as her gaze traveled slowly over my body, lips curving in female approval. "Hello Ms....I am your nurse, how are you today?"
"I feel fine, thank you." I answered as she pulled my robe down my arms, breasts bared to her full exposure, nipples hardening. I wasn't sure if it was from the cold air or the nurses drifting looks. I shivered in sexual excitement as her hands warmed my goose bumped skin. Her fingers rotated from the outer globe and closed in on my peaked nipple. "Where is the doctor?"
The nurse laughed softly as she went on examining me, my body swaying towards her touch as she answered, "He is on his way. There was a delay with the birth of a child."
I closed my eyes, breathing gently as her touch closed in, my back arching without any thought, my globes straining for more attention, a firmer grip, anything. The pinch of my nipples caused a hiss to escape past my parted lips, the pressure a pleasure-pain that blew apart my nerves, thighs clenching. The continuous chafing of soft feminine skin against aroused flesh, engorged peaks beckoning for more.
Nurse leaned down, soft husky pants drenching my nipples, just before she took one into her hot mouth, sucking gently as I moaned. Another mini orgasm ripped through my partially exposed body. The urgent suction milked my pussy empty, immediately ready for a second round. I silently begged for her to move down and give me more releases. I wanted, no needed to feel her soft puffy lips cupping my throbbing clit, to sigh as her tongue drove into my dripping cunt, drooling over her innocent face.
My dream came true as she draped my legs within the stirrups, my thighs parted, glistening proudly though I was her sacrifice, the main feast for my master or rather my mistress. Her thick tongue plunged deep, forming a tight bond, lover to lover. It was a unique female bond only we women knew. As the muscle snaked in and out, I struggled against the straps holding me down, her tactics for longing the ultimate release, spearing through my body.
After many minutes of being brought to the brink and denied explosive pleasure, I felt the light tickle of metal rolling along my inner thigh, towards the crease where my leg connect to my body. A Pinwheel, made for doctors to test the nerves and patients senses, made its way over my mound, sweet kisses soothing the prickles roving its way to my swollen clit, and around the petals blooming like a flower embracing the world. It was enjoying the attention of a lover. My hips arched as the Pinwheel traveled slowly over my navel to the constant erection of my nipples, eager for the repetitive suckling.