"Dr. Klemins will see you now."
He waited for her to enter the room. Cindy, 26, non-smoker, occasional drinker, appendicitis at 12, unexplained migraines in her teens, cleared up when she switched pill, overall health excellent.
"Hello Cindy," he smiled. Her yellow blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, accentuating her cheekbones. She smiled and sat down and waited for him to enquire about her problems.
"What can I do for you today," he asked spreading his hands wide. In a breath she told him of how she had missed a period, had fainted at work, had tender breasts and had carried out a home pregnancy test. It said she was pregnant.
A shiver ran through the doctor's body. He knew it was wrong, unethical and absolutely against medical teaching, but he always got a flutter when he knew he would have to intimately examine a beautiful young woman.
"Okay Cindy, let's take a little look shall we?"
He asked her to undo her shirt half way down and he reached inside her bra with his stethoscope. She had round breasts, hugged high in pink agent provocateur and she explained how they had been feeling tender and sore and slightly swelled. After listening to her heartbeat – which was pounding – he asked her to unhook her underwear and lie down on the bed.
He called out questions to her as he washed his hands and put on some gloves. What was the date of her last period? When had she had unprotected sex? Any other symptoms? Any other illnesses?
The doctor turned to see his patient spread on the bed, head turned towards him, shirt half undone, her breasts peeping and beautiful and her knees raised showing toned, tanned legs. He felt a stirring in his pants and he immediately berated himself.
No! Stop it! Get a grip. This is a patient. You are treating her for a medical condition - she is not available to you.
But, as he gently examined her breasts and she nodded at where it hurt, his mental words could do nothing to stop the hard erection that had formed beneath his underwear.
Dr. Klemin's sexual attraction to patients had started in medical school, when as a young and inexperienced student he was asked to carry out examinations on different female patients.
He had grown up a shy boy, and touching females, even in a non-intimate way, at first terrified him. Eventually however, fear gave way to awe and he soon realised that in his line of work he could look at and touch things that were absolutely unavailable to him in his private life.
He remembered the first time he inserted his finger into a woman's vagina. He had watched it slip inside and he concentrated hard on finding the cervix. A senior doctor stood over him, but even still, the examination completely turned him on and instead of throwing away the glove afterwards, he kept it and held it under his nose that night as he stroked himself into a frenzy.
Cindy had dropped her knees revealing a pink pair of panties. He was supposed to ask her to remove her underwear herself, but this girl was so beautiful, he decided to risk it.
"I need to take a look down here Cindy. Would you like me to remove your under garments?"
Having only ever had one other internal, Cindy wasn't sure what the protocol was, but as she was lying down, exposing her breasts already, she didn't really see a problem in the doctor removing her underwear. He was going to see all anyway.
"Ok," she said quietly.
Dr. Klemins regularly had fantasies about certain female patients. Most of them were young, single, with beautiful curves and pretty faces. Occasionally an older, more worn woman would creep in, but they were all related in that at one time or another he had looked at, smelled and touched their cunts.
Cindy was neatly waxed with a little landing strip. Somebody had certainly landed there all right, if her pregnancy proved out to be positive. He hoped she was, because if so, he would get to examine her again and again over the coming months.
He slowly peeled off her panties and she raised her bottom as he pulled them past her legs.
"Just drop your knees please," he said, an edge of tension creeping into his voice.
And there it was, in all its beautiful, feminine, aromatic glory. If he could, he would have knelt between her legs, taken a deep breath and inhaled her scent, before burrowing deep inside her, lashing her with his tongue. He wondered how she tasted. O God, how he wanted to bury into her.
