Jessica stood in the exam room and briefly looked around. The nurse had been very clear. "Everything off except your panties," she had said with a smile.
"What about my bra?"
"That too. Everything except your panties. Then just have a seat up here." She patted the side of the exam table. "The doctor will be in shortly."
So she stood there for a second contemplating the idea of getting naked. Better to get this over with she figured, and began to strip down. She popped the snap of her jeans open and let them fall to the floor before she scooped them up and placed them on the chair near the exam table. Then she pulled her sweatshirt over her head and placed it with her jeans. She stood there in her bra and panties for a moment, suddenly thinking to herself that light pink hadn't been a good color choice. Against her light skin, the pink bra and panties were nearly invisible. She reached back and unclasped her bra, allowing her 38DD breasts to hang free. She placed her bra under her sweatshirt and then laughed at what she had done. The doctor was going to see her whole body, but she had taken the time to tuck her bra where he wouldn't see it.
At 18, well almost 19, she had never been to a gynecologist before. Her friend, Kerri, had recommended Dr. Thoren.
"He's a really good doctor," she had said. "You'll like him."
And so he had made an appointment. Now, as she sat on the side of the exam table like she had been instructed, she wasn't so sure. She didn't realize she'd have to be naked in front of a strange man. With long red hair, large breasts, curvy hips, and light skin she considered herself attractive. Still, she wasn't exactly one to show off her body. She had a boyfriend, and he had seen her naked, but that was it.
Jessica recognized most of the equipment in the room, which she noticed was larger than the rooms she was used to seeing. Behind her was the blood pressure cuff, and an otoscope for looking in her ears. On the far side of the room was a machine with a screen and a bunch of wires which she suspected was an EKG machine. Of course, there were the usual containers with tongue depressors and cotton balls too. There were some odd things about the room too. For instance, the room had 2 exam tables. She was sitting on a long flat one that didn't seem to move at all, but to her right was a second table. It was more like a chair, as the back was up at a 45-degree angle, and 2 extensions stuck out from the end of the table. There was also a rolling metal tray covered with a sterile towel.
There was a knock at the door, and a second later the door opened. When a man who appeared to her to be in his 30s entered carrying a folder, she was shocked to see he was...hot. Like, really hot. Kerri hadn't mentioned that he was hot. He stood about six feet tall, with dark hair, a sharp chin, and very muscular arms and hands.
Great
, she thought.
Couldn't he have at least been ugly? Or old?
Without thinking she crossed her arms across her chest, covering as much of her breasts as she could. "Hi, Jessica. I'm Dr. Thoren." He reached out to shake her hand.
She smiled and shook his hand while keeping her arm across her chest as much as possible. He was going to see her chest, but not before it was absolutely necessary.
Dr. Thoren took the blood pressure cuff out of the basket mounted on the wall. "OK Jessica, I'm going to take your blood pressure, so I'll need you to uncross your arms for me."
Of course, she had known that was coming at some point. She uncrossed her arms and Dr. Thoren got his first look at her breasts. She tried to hide her embarrassment as the doctor wrapped the cuff around her arm, but she could feel herself turn red. If Dr. Thoren noticed he didn't say anything as he continued taking her blood pressure. She stared straight ahead as the cuff tightened around her arm, and then loosened again, but, out of the corner of her eye, she was sure she saw him staring at her chest as he worked.
"110 over 68, excellent," he announced.
Just as she thought about crossing her arms again Dr. Thoren announced, "Let's have a listen to your chest, shall we? I'm going to listen to your heart first, so just breathe normally, ok?"
She nodded her understanding. He put his stethoscope back into his ears and pressed it firmly to her chest above her right breast. She felt his other hand pressing on her back, indicating she should sit up straight. He listened for what seemed like forever before moving the stethoscope above her left breast. After another long listen he moved the stethoscope down between her breasts. Then he removed the stethoscope from her chest, and she figured he was done. "Now Jessica there are a couple more places I need to listen. Can I have you lift your left breast for me?"
"I'm sorry?" she asked, thinking maybe she had misunderstood.
"Just lift your left breast for me a bit so I can listen."
She did as he asked and sat there with her breast in her hand while he listened underneath. As soon as he finished she let her breast fall back in place. Next, he took the stethoscope and placed it on her back.
"Deep breaths for me please."
As she was about to take her first breath she felt his hand on her chest, just below her breasts, again encouraging her to sit up straight. His hand stayed there, firmly pressed against her chest and just touching the bottoms of her breasts, as he moved the stethoscope around her back and she drew deep, slow breaths. At last, he removed his hand and put his stethoscope back around his neck. She found herself hoping that this was almost over, though she knew it was just getting started.
"Now I need to get your temperature."
"At least that's easy," she thought to herself. She crossed her arms and opened her mouth for the thermometer.
"Go ahead and lie down on your stomach please."
He has to be kidding
, she thought. "Can't you put it in my mouth?" she asked.
"I'm afraid not. I like the accuracy of a rectal temperature better. So just lie down for me please." She hesitated then did as she was told and lay down on her stomach. Just as she was wondering how this was going to work with her panties on, she felt hands on the waistband of her underwear.
Oh dear God, no
, she thought,
Please don't take them off
.
"Lift up your hips a bit for me please." As she did she silently prayed he wasn't going to take her panties off. She felt them slide down and stop as soon as her butt was exposed. "Now move your ankles towards the sides of the table, please. It makes it easier for me to get the thermometer in." She felt his hands push lightly at her ankles and she moved them a bit. "Just a bit more, good." She realized that not only was her butt exposed, but he could probably see her bright red pubic hair as well.