My Doctor

A visit to the gynecologist is not most women's idea

of a great time. For some of my friends, those trips are a

source of anxiety and fear. Donning a paper dress and being

poked and prodded with various instruments can be a real

bummer - unless the man doing the poking and prodding is

absolutely gorgeous. I'm lucky enough to have such

a doctor. I've always been a sucker for Italian men,

and he's the epitome of the type: thick black hair,

deep brown eyes, athletic body. My first gynecologist,

a sweet old woman who'd taken care of me since I hit puberty,

retired two years ago. She recommended that I transfer

my care to Dr. Santino, a man who had worked under her. From

my first visit, I found myself unable to stop thinking about

what it would be like for him to handle parts of me with the

delicacy with which he held his stethoscope against my

chest. He asked me questions while reviewing my charts,

and listened to me patiently, his eyes locking with mine

for so long it made me shudder. I wanted to believe that he

felt it, too - that he was as drawn to me as I was to him - but

to him I was probably just another patient. Or so I thought...

"That's a lovely dress, " was the first

thing he said to me that day. I shrugged off the compliment

with some deprecating remark ("This old thing?"),

even though I'd spent all weekend searching the malls

for the perfect outfit for seduction. The dress I settled

on was a clingy affair, high cut here and low cut there. Though

I knew he'd notice (he was always quick and generous

with the compliments), I didn't expect his eyes to

slide down me the way they did. As I turned to take a seat on

the examination table, I could see his reflection in the

mirror over the sink as he stared lustily at my ass and legs.

I flushed, and I could feel myself moistening. Just that

one look from him would have been enough to satisfy me. Then

he handed me the paper gown and said, "Cathy [his

nurse] had to leave early on personal business.

If you like, we can postpone the examination..."

"Oh, no. That's okay - I took time off work to be

here, and I'd rather get it all over with." I laughed,

then smiled teasingly. He smiled shyly; now it was his turn

to blush...

He returned to the room armed with a tray of swabs and vials

and looking unbearably sexy in his white coat. My pulse

quickened when his hands slid beneath the paper gown and

found first on breast, then the other. It was the best breast

exam a doctor has ever given me; he cupped them, then squeezed

gently yet firmly, pulling lightly at my hard nipples as

I suppressed a moan.

Asking me to lay down, he lifted the gown over my stomach

and rubbed my torso in search of abnormalities. ("Nothing

wrong here", he said huskily.) Then he sat at the end

of the table and took first my left then my right foot in his

hands, caressing each gently, then softly placing it into

a stirrup. I was so aroused I thought I would faint. I felt

him place a finger in me. "Does this hurt?" he

inquired, a teasing quality to his voice. With the gown

over my knees, I couldn't see his face at all and had

no idea of what he had planned.

"Oh, not at all, " I answered with just enough

flirtation in my voice to keep him guessing.

"How about this?" he asked, pulling his finger

out halfway and slipping another in alongside it. I suppressed

a moan.

"That's fine, " I answered, and I could

hear him chuckle - the arousal in my voice must have been

pretty obvious. He continued to finger me, and then I felt

something exquisite on my clit. It took me a second to realize

it was his tongue! Then I could hold it in no longer; I moaned

and arched my back as he finger-fucked me and licked me at

the same time. Soon I was near coming, and barely noticed

when he stood up (without ceasing the motion of his fingers),

lifted my gown over my neck, and fondled my breasts and stomach

with his other hand.

"Oh, yes, " he sighed, squeezing my tit lustfully.

He bent down and sucked one breast, then the other, fondling

them at the same time. He looked into my eyes, almost asking

permission. I knew what he wanted, and I spread my knees

even wider to let him know he could have it. With his free

hand, he unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling

out a very nicely sized and extremely hard erection. He

pulled his fingers out of my pussy and rubbed the tip of his

penis over my slick, wet lips. Every molecule in my body

wanted him inside me; I moaned and stared into his eyes,

willing him to do it. He obliged, sliding his penis into

me so quickly and with such force that we both gasped. My

feet curled in the stirrups. His hands found my breasts

and squeezed them while he pounded me with everything he

had. Suddenly, I came with such force I thought I was going

to fly off the table.

I stopped him. He looked at me questioningly, a little fearfully,

as if afraid I'd suddenly changed my mind. I slid down

the table until I was eye-level with his cock. I grabbed

his hardness and stroked it, then pulled it between my full

breasts. He groaned, reaching down to help me squeeze my

tits around his cock as he fucked them. Then I slid further

down, and took him in my mouth. "Oh God, " he

moaned. Then he looked down at me and asked sexily, "Can

I come on your breasts?"

I smiled in response, and slid his cock in and out of my mouth,

tonguing him while I fondled his balls. Suddenly he pulled

out of my mouth. I moved up a little, then pulled his cock

between my breasts as he came like a rocket. His come shot

all over my breasts as I rubbed him against them. The sight

of my come-sticky breasts must have been amazing for him,

because looking down at them made him groan and he spurted

a fresh squirt between my tits.

We cleaned up without comment. I think he was a little worried

after the fact; after all, sex on the examination table

isn't exactly included in the Hippocratic Oath. When

we were dressed, he asked me, "So, what now?"

"Now?" I repeated. I stood up, pulled one of

my business cards out of my wallet, and slipped it into his

hands. "Now you call me. When your out of the office.

And we get together."

He smiled. "Sounds like a plan." He touched

my cheek and gently kissed my mouth. Sure enough, he called

me later that night. We had a wonderful dinner the following

night, and an even better dessert... He and I are incredible

together. However, no matter how hard we try (and try and

try...), nothing can match the passion of that first "examination".