Open Observation

I gasp softly as the patient goes back to looking over my naked body. I rock slightly in place, forward and back, as his hand moves across the small of my back, before moving to my shaved mound. My breath starts to come out in more rushed, sometimes raspy in my throat as he rubs my shaved mound with his hand. Soon, he needs little in the way of encouragement to keep going, as the doctor quietly goes back to observing, periodically checking his instruments, and a bulge of his own forming in his pants.

My pleasure soon increased yet further, and I moaned softly as thoughts of the open door slipped from my mind, and quickly were replaced by the pleasure I was feeling. The young patient's hand moved softly across my shaved mound now, and I moaned once more, louder than before, as I shooke softly in orgasmic pleasure. It was then I felt several fingers slipping inside of my clit. His fingers glided into me easily into me, as my wet clit was quite eager for the attention.

He rubbed his fingers in and out slowly, and I hold myself still as I could, as pleasure rose ever higher inside me. His thumb rubbed on my shaved mound on one side, even as three fingers slowly pressed deeper and deeper inside of me.

I let out a low, guttural moan as his fingers slipped into the palm of his hand into me. My legs quivered slightly as pleasure sought to rush through me, vividly exciting my senses and mind in the process.

As the doctor casually watches, taking notes along the way, and the door remains open, I find myself enjoying the attention more, and worrying about how far it may go less and less. I could act to mediate this before I find events going beyond what may be 'work appropriate'. Then again, I'm enjoying it so much, so letting things go to their natural conclusion would be quite enjoyable.