After Hour Examination

"Well I do have a little story that is normal if you want to hear it?"

"Hey anything's better than paperwork!" The guard informs me

Well then....

“Miss Roberson Doctor Cartier will see you in room five?” The nurse show me to the room, leaving the door open as she goes to a closet I’ve never noticed before. “Please Remove everything but your bra and panties and put on the gown, the ites in the back!’ Taking out a coat putting it on she calls out “Miss Roberson is in room five, you sure it’s okay if I leave?”

From somewhere else I hear him reply “In five and you going, right got it just let her know i’ll only be a few minutes more!” His Nurse sticks her head in through the door, about to say it when i wave her off

“I heard!” then being cordial “Night Regina!”, The door is closed as Regina leaves, I settle back into the plush chair,happy that at least my back won’t be touching any cold plastic. On The other side of the door I hear a young voice

“Of course I didn’t cry Doctor Cartier, I’m a big boy!”

“Well then do you want the lollipop since you’re a big boy?”

“Well I didn’t cry but it sure did hurt getting that needle!”

Then maybe I should give you two!” a chuckle followed by “Just keep a eye on the site if it should turn red comeback or if he develops a fever Mir, Mitchell, Bye Dennis!” Then the outer office door closes and I hear footsteps coming towards the door i’m behind. It opens and I turn to see Doctor Cartier in his white medical smock come in

“So Miss Roberson what brings you in today?” As he comes pass me I can subtly smell his aftershave, Old Spice, i thought he was going to go to his desk instead he stops and leans in to me, gently lifting my left wrist and takes my pulse. A minute of silence pass then “Hmm 56, right where we.ve been hoping to get it to!” Letting go of my wrist “Why don’t you hop up on the examining table and remove the robe please?”

Doing as he asks, he goes to his desk, dropping the file on it, and takes off his smock, kicks off his shoes “Just so you feel more comfortable Miss Roberson!” He takes off his shirt and pants leaving himself clad in a pair of black briefs and socks. So are your breasts still tender to the touch?”

“Doctor you know i don’t want to touch myself like that!”

“Of course how many times have you told me that!” Shaking his head, coming over to me, his hands reaching out to touch my breasts through the silk of my bra. “Does this hurt Miss Roberson?”His palm pressing the material against my breast, I shake my head no, dreading what i knew was coming next. He lifts his palms and they encircle my chest, taking the back of my bra and undoing the hooks so it falls off my chest.

His hands return to the front, my bra in them gently being folded like it was just freshly laundered. Placing it on the back of the chair he returns and once more press the palms of his hand to my now bare breast. The flesh of his palms is warm to my breasts, moving it in small circles over the top of my sensitive nipples, making them erect in seconds

I thought I knew he was only being professional but in my mind I thought he was getting off making me feel like a dirty girl, responding to his gently touch like that “Well I have to say your nipples are responding like nature intended them to respond!” His left hand leaving my left breast “Is down there responding likewise?” His left hand gliding down the flesh of my stomach to the waistband of my thong, then under it, along the top of my pubic mound until his middle finger touches the top of my vulva.

He doesn’t give me time to answer, tracing my outer pussy lips up and down with his first finger and ring finger, his middle finger hovering over then as if seeking a passage it’s knows is there but cannot find. I can’t help myself between his hand on my right breast and is fingers on the opening of my sex I sigh in pleasure bring a smile to his face. Just as i thought his examination was over I feel his middle finger part my outer pussy lips, touching the inner lips, tracing them up and down just like his other two fingers were still doing to my outer lips.

My voice is getting huskier than it should be “Doctor I know you are just examining me but this feels wrong to me!”

“Oh does this make it feel more right?” His middle finger finding my clit, tracing it then making circular patterns over it’s sensitive surface. I’m squirming at his touch, losing control by the second as his warm breath traverses my left breast before the nipple is gently sucked into the warm cavity of his mouth.