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Visit to the gynecologist
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VISIT TO THE GYNECOLOGIST
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 greying 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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