Routine gyno checkup
A Sensual Examination
Your last visit to your doctor took place more than a year ago. Now it
was time for another routine checkup by the gynecologist. Much had
happened in the last year you had lost weight gained confidence in
yourself, and looked quite different.
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Your hair was longer, and you had
tinted it to a shade of red that made heads turn when you walked down
the street. Your makeup was more professional, too, and your eyes were
particularly outstanding - the soft black liner you used made their very
light blue color even more noticeable. Your style of dressing had become
more sensuous; you now favored clinging fabrics and close fitting slacks.
You wondered if the doctor would notice the change in you. He was very
handsome, you’d always thought - but very professional. As you sat in
the waiting room, you smiled to yourself, remembering the schoolgirl
crush you had always had on him. You figured it happened to almost every
woman - falling in love with her gynecologist - but your feeling hadn’t
dissipated. Here it was, a full year since you’d last visited him, and
you felt your heart beating faster just wondering if he still looked the
same. Talk about graying at the temples and all that! He had a
year-round tan which he maintained by skiing in the winter and sailing
in the summer. He was clean shaven and always looked spotless, with Paul
Newman blue eyes that added to his virile image. The short-sleeved
shirts he wore showed off his strong arms to their best advantage. The
nurse interrupted your daydreams by calling out your name. She led you
into one of the examining rooms where you were to remove all your
clothing. You started to disrobe but hadn’t quite finished when the door
opened and Doctor Gordon walked in There you were, in your bra, with one
foot in and one foot out of your bikini panties when you froze.
“Sorry,” he said, “I thought you were ready for me.”
“Uh, uh, that’s okay,” you muttered and hurried along.
Finishing quickly, you stood nude for a moment and thought you caught
him glance at you. You went up to the examining table and looked for the
robe that was usually there, but couldn’t find.
“Oh, I think we can dispense with that,” he said and offered you a hand
in getting up onto the table. “You seem to have reduced your weight
since I last examined you,” he remarked.
“Yes,” you said and silently cursed the blush that swept over you.
“No need to be embarrassed,” he said. “You look very well.”
“Thank you” was all you could think to say.
“Now move down to the end of the table and put your feet here,” he said.
He gently helped you move your hips to the edge as you got into position
for the examination. He began to professionally knead and prod your
breasts. As he finished, you could have sworn you felt his hand brush
past your nipples. But surely you must have imagined it…. Then he
moved down to the end of the table for the internal. He was very gentle
and thorough and asked several routine questions. Then his questions
took a different turn.
“How are your sexual responses?” he asked.
Although you were startled, he was, after all, your doctor, and you
assumed he wanted to know for some professional reason “Well, fine, I
guess.”
“Let’s see,” he said and then his finger was deep inside of you - deeper
than you thought was possible. He began to manipulate your insides and
asked, “Does this feel good?” The sensation from his fingering made you
feel fantastic and helpless at the same time. It started to grow and
grow but you didn’t know what to do about it. You didn’t want to be
lying there on his table with an orgasm about to erupt. “Relax,” he
said, his voice very soft now. “Do you feel like you’re going to have an
orgasm?”
“Well - yes,” you sputtered.
“Fine, fine,” he said, “Just see if you can relax and let it happen.”
“I don’t think I can,” you replied.
“Well, try. And I’ll help you.” So you closed your eyes and pretended
that you were not in a doctor’s office. And again the warm tingling
sensation began. His finger was working in you relentlessly. His body
was pressing on you so slightly as he leaned against the table. “Let it
happen,” he kept saying, “let yourself come….”
And then - you did. An orgasm rushed over your body, and you shivered
with the suddenness of it. But he didn’t stop. He kept moving his finger
and urging you to try once more.
“See if you can do it again,” he said and his voice was even more
hushed. “I’ll try something different now.” That same tantalizing finger
continued to excite you, but now his other hand moved against your
clitoris, gently at first, just brushing past it, back and forth. The
rhythm of both hands was hypnotizing - the back and forth pulsation of
one while the other teased your clitoris. And then there was something
wet and soft at your clit, and you realized that it was his mouth and he
was licking you. You didn’t know whether to jump off the table or to
protest or what. So you kept your eyes closed and let him go on.
His tongue on the outside and his finger inside, were taking you higher
and higher. You felt the licking increase in intensity - your clitoris
hardened, your body tensed, and you knew you were about to come again.
You were moving to meet his tongue and his finger, and you heard soft
purring sounds escape from deep within you. Suddenly you were into
another marvelous orgasm which went on forever because he wouldn’t stop
his licking and fingering. You kept coming until you couldn’t bear any
more.
Then he gently pulled out his finger and stopped with his mouth. You
opened your eyes and saw his face was very flushed. But his voice was
professional and crisp as he said, “Well, I think your responses are
fine, but you should really come in to see me about once a month, so I
can make sure everything continues this way.”
And he turned and left the room, leaving you to dress.
