I felt my breathing increasing and my body seemed to be both warm and very cold. My female parts were more than activated and on high alert. I was sure my crotch was very soggy by now.
My body shook and quivered in spasms, an orgasm was not far off I was sure!
The keyhole seemed blurry and then my eyes readjusted and I saw the doctor moving next to dad by the scales and the nurse had pulled free the necktie and begun the process of undoing the dress shirt from top to base. Dad raised his arms in compliance and let her pull the shirt free and lodge it on the hook with the now growing number of dad's clothing items.
The doctor from what I could see was just watching and noting the whole event. His eyes, what little I could see from my point of view, seemed alive with fire. The chubby backside of the nurse giggled about and dad's undershirt was yanked over his head and he stood naked from the waist up. His glorious chest with its fur and shapely pectorals was on full view.
The nurse and doctor sang approval for his perfectly wonderful physique,
"The photos were great, but this up close view is priceless!" The doctor shared in a rather large stage type whisper.
Now the hands of both nurse and doctor slowly stroked and caressed dad's chest but especially all around his nips.
"Tighten up those muscles, Tony!" The doctor ordered.
"Yes, sir!" Dad chorused back with glee as he raised his arms and did the tradition body builder pose much to both onlookers praise and delight.
The nurse worked dad's leather belt and buckle free and his trousers dropped down,
"Undo those laces, Tony and kick off the shoes." The nurse gently suggested.
Dad obeyed, he bent forward out from my view and I heard the leather shoes clunk on the floor nearby with a thud. The nurse too vanished downward and soon the trousers were hung on the hook. Dad stood in just his tight dark briefs which I could just about see; I only guessed his socks were still on since nobody said a word about socks yet.
The view from his upper thighs down was lost in my crappy keyhole view.
Dad was spun round and told to stand upon the medical scales; the process of pushing the old style weights to and fro on the slider bar began. The nurse did all this while the doctor took notes on that clipboard.
The measuring stick affixed to the scale was used to get dad's exact height and for this he faced me.
His face looked calm and handsome and his lush reddish blonde hair still perfectly in place. I sensed a slight nervous twitch in that lovely reddish moustache which added a bit of charm to the whole event as I remained glued to all that was playing out.
The nurse guided my dad forward and to the central point where the exam table was placed.
"You just hop onto this!" She proposed.
Dad did and I could now see his profile and he did still have on socks with no old fashioned elastic garters with clips today, just longish charcoal ones that nearly went to his knee. His legs swung on the side of the table, the paper cover crinkled loudly as his ass shifted about. The doctor appeared with the stethoscope and did the usual breathing, tapping and listening all around dad's chest and back.
The nurse just seemed to watch at this point, she was just out of my view but no doubt absolutely smitten with my dad!
"You are very fit so far, Tony. Very fit indeed!" The old doctor purred.
The nurse re-entered the scene and pulled the foot of the table out further from inside. Next she grabbed two metal stirrups from two side pockets and swung them into place as well. The sound of metal and clicking pierced the air.
The exam table looked ready for in-depth work now.
"Tony, you just lie back now and put your feet in these, sorry if they are chilly," the doctor instructed.
The nurse raised the head section slightly and dad, with much crinkling, shifted his body up and onto the exam bed. I was at the foot end and could see dad's socked feet now clearly and he rested them in these two stirrups which were really just open metal loops for each heel to rest in. The head being raised meant I could see dad pretty well from my keyhole.
The scraping sound of a leather topped metal legged stool, which I had seen in a corner of the room, was pulled into position at the foot of the table in between my dad's raised legs. I knew once the chunky doctor or nurse sat there, my view would severely obstructed!
I think my love of all things "dad" made me appreciate the fact that his two dazzling size 10 socked feet would still be seen on either side of whoever sat on the stool.
"Tony, you just let us know if you feel any pain or discomfort as we explore your body. I will be using various tools as I work. My nurse will hold your hand and you just alert her to any issues you might have." the doctor said as he moved a small rolling tray to beside the stool and sat down.
