True story.
I don't know if anyone else had or has sensations of jealousy mixed with being turned on, but this story is about just such a situation I found myself in when I was 22. My girlfriend at the time, Suzie, was just 19, tall, slim, stunning and had long straight natural blonde hair. She was an intelligent girl, a little naΓ―ve as I think I was too. But she was very sexy and had a face and smile that just bowled people over and I mean that too! Wherever we went people fell over themselves to help her. For example, when we went to a Bruce Springsteen Concert, one of the security staff just ignored our tickets and took us through to the VIP area! This type of thing always happened; she had that much of an effect.
Suzie always wore clothes that accentuated her height and her legs, usually wearing skirts that came almost to her mid thigh..and what a pair of thighs! She always wore heels or boots and she occasionally wore a pair of boots that I loved which came above her knees and folded back over. Given all of that though she was not at all tarty and in fact just had no idea of the effect her beauty had on people.
This particular story comes from an incident I experienced with her in about 1984 and I know it affected my whole sexual awareness, my fantasies and my entire attitude to sex.
Suzie had unusually experienced a little pain with her previous period and although she had finished her period and the pain had gone, her mum had booked her an appointment with their local doctor. Suzie had asked me to go with her as she was a little shy and put a lot of faith in my support. The morning of the appointment I arrived at her mums' house and her mum said that 'Suzie was just having a bath so that she was all clean for the doctor'. Well, I don't quite know what I had expected, but those words chilled me to the bone. I knew her doctor was a man and the sudden realisation that my sexy girlfriend was preparing her body for this doctor, this man, to perhaps examine, really hit me. Inside I was squirming and felt like I badly wanted to pee.
Suzie came downstairs dressed in a beige short skirt, a pale red, fitted tee shirt and a pair of brown suede boots, inside which she was wearing a pair of knee length beige socks which she had pulled up onto her knees and folded back down onto the tops of her boots. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous; I felt utterly panic stricken. Her mum added to my state by remarking to her 'all set for the doctor?'
I drove us round to the surgery and we went inside. As we stood at the counter waiting to acknowledge her arrival, I noticed all the men who were seated waiting staring at Suzie. It felt like they all knew she was going to be examined, like they were all in on it and the need to pee mixed with a weird sense of arousal and anticipation hit me again. I desperately wanted to go into the room with Suzie, but didn't know if the doctor would allow it. I didn't know whether it would be worse to be with her or to have to sit outside imagining what was happening. I was in total torment. Suzie had already said that we had to go along with whatever the doctor said and a part of me was angry at her for being so naively compliant with whatever would be the doctors' wishes and commands. It was weird. As we sat there, I felt so useless and emasculated. I really did not want my girlfriend to have to undress in front of any other man. She was mine. Her body was secret for me.
Her name was called. She got up and I followed, terrified that I might at any moment be refused access and separated from her to sit in the waiting room. As it turned out we were both allowed into the examination room without any fuss at all. It was a simple room with the doctors' desk at one end, two seats in front of it and a couch running along one wall covered with a white paper sheet, with a big lamp on a folding arm above it and attached to the wall. Suzie explained her symptoms and described the pain she had felt. She explained that her period had actually finished over a week before and that her periods were regular. I found it really difficult to listen to this intimate analysis of my girlfriends body workings with what amounted to a male stranger. The doctor then asked if she had ever had a smear test to which Suzie replied 'no'. I was starting to get more uncomfortable. I was in no doubt that I was experiencing a strange sense of arousal, but this was also mixed with the continued need to pee added to a feeling as though I was tied up and incapable of intervening in what my mind feared was going to happen.
The doctor then said 'Okay Suzie, I think we'll have a look at you and I think I will also give you a smear test whilst you are here, okay?'. I was stunned. Here was the doctor using her first name in a matter of fact way whilst he planned to have a good look at and poke around with my girlfriends' pussy. I heard Suzie reply 'Yes..okay'. The doctor got up from behind his desk and Suzie got to her feet. So did I. The doctor moved to the couch and gestured to it. 'If you want to jump up on here Suzie' he said. 'Do you want me to take all my clothes off or..........' asked Suzie. 'No. You can just slip your panties off and that should be fine' replied the doctor. About now I really needed to tie my cock into a knot.
As both the doctor and I looked on, Suzie reached under her skirt and slipped her panties down those gorgeous thighs. She was wearing a pale red cotton pair which, as she stepped out of them, she turned and handed to me to hold. I could feel the warmth of her body in them and the thought that here, now, was my girlfriend, standing in the same room as another man without any panties on, was almost too much to take in. At that moment I really fancied that I could actually smell the scent of her sweet pussy in the room, and then I realised that if I could, then so could the doctor.