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 clingy 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.
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