Your last visit to Doctor Gordon 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. 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 Doctor Gordon 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.
