Mimi sees her Arab doctor

Sat in the doctor's waiting room, Mimi was nervous, breathing more quickly than she should. She looked at the other patients, searching for another young woman to study her clothing, she was self conscious in her short skirt and tightly fitting blouse . There was a girl, perhaps a couple of years younger than Mimi's 21 and Mimi was relived to see a mini skirt shorter even than hers. Mimi wondered whether this girl was wearing a half-cup bra and a thong. Surely she wasn't. Mimi wouldn't normally wear such a bra and panties unless to excite her husband (and perhaps also in an attempt to excite herself); today however she wore them so she might be able to parade her white body in front of the aged Arab Dr Abzou. Whether she would have the courage even to lie there dressed in only her wanton underwear she began to doubt. However, each time she counselled herself that she was foolish to even consider flaunting herself before her doctor, she considered whether she'd have another opportunity to sample the wicked delights of posing for an Arab man.

She was called in and she sat and stumbled over her words, barely able to explain the problem with her back. She was sat at the side of Dr Abzou's desk, and he was facing her, no more than 3 or 4 feet away. Such relief when he asked if she was comfortable removing her top? Nodding almost maniacally she got up and removed her blouse, unable to look at him as she undid each button. She removed her blouse and then took off her bra-the flustered doctor protested that she didn't need to take her bra off, but Mimi needed to. She was resolved, this was possibly her only chance to be naked with an Arab and even though it would certainly lead to nothing other than a exciting memory for her to caress her breasts and pussy to, she needed to bear her white christian breasts to this Muslim man.

She turned to face him, he looked at her eyes, then her breasts, then looked to the bed. He seemed as uncomfortable as she was. But she knew he wanted to stare at her breasts. She was emboldened by this. As a woman, she knew when a man was excited by her and the doctor despite his best efforts was overwhelmed by the christian feast stood before him. He repeated, unsteadily that she had no need to remove her bra. She calmed herself and replied 'no, but I wanted to remove it, please forgive me Dr Abzou, I've never been this close showing my naked breasts to a handsome Arab man before, and I fear I never will again. I beg you, let me enjoy this for a few minutes, please'.

'You are serious? You aren't poking fun of me?'

'I'm serious, please examine me but let me enjoy this, let me enjoy being naked for you.' She realised with some pride that her nipples were strongly erect and stiff and looked at him sheepishly.

'Yes, it's fine, just relax. Show me where your pain is in your back.'

Mimi pulled her skirt off and stood there, clothed only in her thong. She pointed to the spot on her back where her pain was-he motioned towards the bed and asked her to lay on it. She got on and lay on her back, and looked at the Arab, who now had regained his composure and looked at her, taking pleasure in this white woman's beauty, marvelling at her rigid pink nipples, her small but delicious breasts and gazing at the moist femininity between her legs, barely protected by the skimpy thong. She reached out for his hand and pulled it onto her right breast.