Living down under, we've had the dangers of too much sun exposure drummed into us for a number of years. The depletion of the ozone layer is said to be responsible for the increase in the numbers of skin cancers, scary stuff really. On a Sunday morning, my current girlfriend and I were relaxing in bed after a more than satisfying sexual romp; we were much too drunk and full of food to do it the night before. I was lying contently on my stomach as she rubbed her hands over my back.
"I think you should get some of these moles and freckles checked. Some of them seem to be getting bigger." she commented.
Now like most single men, I avoid going to the doctor like the plague unless it's a life or death situation. But her comment scared the hell out of me, the next day I rang and made a late after work appointment to see my local doctor. All was looking good until I got to the surgery where I was informed that my usual doctor was on vacation, and that a locum was standing in for him. No problem I thought, Dr Rochard would be fine.
I was somewhat surprised that Dr Rochard was a woman, and not an unattractive one at that. But it wasn't going to be a problem as I was only going to get the moles on my back checked. After explaining what my concerns were, she asked me to remove my shirt. For the next few minutes Dr Rochard poured over my upper body with a small scope. She then asked me to sit on a chair and examined my scalp through my hair.
"Well, I don't think you've got anything to worry about. There's probably a few moles that I'll measure and would suggest that we keep an eye on just to be on the safe side. I think we should have a look at the rest of you while you're here and I've got a bit of time. "
She immediately saw right through my dilemma and gave me the standard response, "Look, I'm a doctor and I don't think you've got anything I haven't seen before."
She then smiled, "I know you might feel uncomfortable about this but it could save your life. You don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd recommend it with what I've seen so far."
I relented, seconds later I lay nude and face down on the examination bed praying that no one would walk in the unlocked door. I have to admit that she was very thorough as she examined the heels of my feet and worked her way upwards leaving nothing out. She talked to me about things happening around our town and the rest of the world and I gradually become more comfortable with the situation. I was eventually asked to turn over and after examining between my toes she began working upwards. And then the unthinkable happened. I began to get aroused as she examined around my upper thighs and balls. I did everything to stop it; I began thinking about work, local politics, and problems with my car. I bit my lip and tongue but it was to no avail. My cock was soon standing to its proud six and a half inches. I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life, but Dr Rochard didn't miss a beat.
"Don't worry about it." she said unassumingly, "It's quite natural. Anyway, it makes it easy to examine in that state." she joked.
I just closed my eyes and wished for a quick death.
A few minutes later it was all over, I was dressed, embarrassed and sitting in front of her desk while she made some notes on a computer. She then turned her attention back to me.
"Okay, I think it was a good thing that you came in. There's nothing that looks ominous but I suggest you get checked at least once or year. Make sure that you don't get sunburnt and if you see any changes in your moles, then get them looked at immediately. I'll give you a brochure so you know what to look for."
I nodded my thanks and bolted for the door. Being closer she reached it before me; she looked at me, and sensing my embarrassment she laughed.
"Don't worry about it, I'll take it as a compliment. Anyway, you've not got too much to be embarrassed about it if you know what I mean. Just don't tell anyone I told you that."
I just grinned stupidly at her as I walked out, she was still grinning as she closed the door behind me.
For the next few weeks I cursed myself, for it was surely the most embarrassing moment in my life. I even had nightmares about her telling all of her colleagues about it. I got over it as time went past, after all, I'd probably never see Dr Rochard again.
About six months later I was dating Annie, a blonde I'd met at a bar. As usual when dating someone new, I began to socialise with her circle of friends. They were generally a good bunch and I'm an easy going friendly sort of guy. While I like to laugh and joke a lot, I take care not to offend too many people. Then Annie invited me to a New Years Eve party which was being put on by one of her friends. For one reason or another we got there a little late and the BBQ's were working overtime for the sixty odd guests. Annie and I poured drinks from our bottles and began mingling with the other guests, some I'd met and others I hadn't.
I didn't recognise her at first, but our eyes caught from opposite sides of the patio area. She looked over at me, raised her glass and smiled.
Annie noticed, "Do you know her? She's a doctor."
"Really?" I replied looking for the closest exit.
But Annie took me by the arm and led me around talking to people and introducing me to those I hadn't met before. My eyes kept on drifting back to where I saw Dr Rochard, but she had thankfully disappeared, hopefully for the night. My anxiety began to wane after a few drinks and Annie and I got talking to a small group of people. We were soon chatting and laughing. It was a bit later when I ventured to the drinks table to find our bottles. I was pouring drinks when someone walked up beside me.
"I hope you weren't avoiding me on purpose." said the voice next to me.
I turned and found myself looking at Dr Rochard.
I smiled, "Actually, yes I was."
She grinned, "I don't know why. All my consultations are confidential. Rest assured, no one will ever know. Anyway, work is work and now its play time."
"That was the most embarrassing moment of my life."
"I see things like that every day." Then she laughed, "Well, not quite like that every day. It could've been far worse."
"How so?" I inquired.
"Well, you could've come in for a prostate check."
I looked up at the sky as if in deep thought, "I dunno. I'd always go for a doctor with small fingers."
Now it was most unfortunate that Dr Rochard had taken a mouthful of red wine at that precise moment. She first laughed at my comment, then choked and coughed. The contents of her mouth were soon upon my new cream shirt, I looked down as the red stain spread through the cotton material.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." she muttered trying to get herself back into some kind of fit state.
I began to laugh, and then she did too. We were soon giggling like a couple of adolescent school kids. People around us stared as tears ran down our faces. Eventually we calmed down, but not before we made complete fools of ourselves.
"Come with me and let's try and clean your shirt." she said taking me by the arm and leading me inside.
She made me stand beside the kitchen sink while she sponged my shirt with a wet towel.
"It was your fault for making me laugh." she said when finished and standing back looking at the damage.
"Dr Rochard. If you promise never to mention how we first met, I'll take all the blame for the shirt." I suggested.
She laughed, "Promise to call me Emma and it's a deal."
Then we just stood and looked at each other for a few seconds. One would never call Emma beautiful, but there was just something about her that I found attractive. She had brown hair cut short, her green eyes were large and inquisitive. Freckles had been unsuccessfully covered with make up. Full lips had been enhanced with a pale glossy lipstick and were unable to hide her perfect teeth when she smiled. She wore simple clothes, a yellow top over blue jeans. Her breasts appeared to be small, and her buttocks may be deemed a little large by some, but I liked her and found her extremely desirable. What I didn't like was the engagement and wedding ring on her left hand. She noticed me looking at her rings and smiled; then Annie appeared.
"What happed to your shirt?" she asked.
"It was my stupid fault." Emma told her. "Hopefully it will come out."
Emma soon disappeared and Annie dragged me back outside to the action. My eyes would however drift and more than once caught Emma's eyes. As the night progressed we found ourselves talking to each other again, and having a little too much to drink I was in fine form. A group of about ten of us stood close to a swimming pool relating humorous stories and generally telling lies. At midnight we counted down to the New Year and there were the usual hugs and kisses. Emma approached me, gave me a hug and then planted her lips on mine. I was surprised when her tongue slipped through my lips and found mine. It lasted only a few seconds before she pulled away and looked at me before moving on. As the party wound down I wondered about the significance of the kiss. Was it an indication of something more than a New Years kiss? I watched out for her as people started to leave, I hung back just to get another glimpse of her. My eyes drifted until I caught sight of her walking arm in arm with man I suppose could only be her husband. He was tall and distinguished looking with greying hair. He looked older than Emma, but the poor light could've been playing tricks. I watched as Emma turned and looked around her, her eyes found mine and her lips began to curl into a smile before someone engaged her in conversation. Seconds later she was gone.
It was only a few days later that our paths crossed again, this time at a beach party. My heart lifted when I saw her and then soared when she smiled. We were soon drawn together and after we politely asked about out respective prostate and fingers, we fell back into our humorous dialogue and began teasing each other. It was like a game that we both wanted to play. I was eventually introduced to her husband Des, who was a professor at a local university. He was quietly spoken and obviously very intelligent. He looked ten years older than Emma but he had the looks that that younger women no doubt would find attractive. Others would join us and then move away to mingle with the rest of the party goers. When I got the chance I would drop my eyes to feast upon Emma's tanned legs, her cut off jean shorts only just hiding the splendours above. Our encounter only stopped when Annie arrived and broke it up.
The months passed and Annie's friends became mine even though our relationship was beginning to falter for no other reason than the spark had gone out. Annie had her suspicions that I had a thing for Emma even though I denied them. She also suggested one night that Emma was a bit too familiar with me which I also shrugged off. I now played golf with the some of the men which was good for both private and business networking, at night we often would go bowling as a group.
As autumn set in, we arranged a night at a thermal springs about an hours drive out of town. I was again pleased when I saw Emma; I sat and watched her as she tackled the high slides and twisting tubes with all the enthusiasm of a child. I was sitting alone after coming back first from the bar when she saw me from the edge of the pool. She waved, pulled herself from the steaming water and walked over to where I was sitting. I wanted to drop my eyes to the black one piece bathing suite she was wearing but her eyes held mine.
"Hi, I hoped you were going to turn up." she said.
Emma picked up a towel from a bag beside an adjacent table and wrapped it around her waist before I could get a good look.
