Ask the Blonde To Come Forward.

“You. The blonde in the back. Could you come down and join us.” I smiled pointing at the cute haired blonde who had asked the first question. I picked her because she looked in good shape. Last thing I needed was to find anything actually wrong with my first patient and make the others nervous. The blonde's eyebrows raised slightly as she realized she'd been selected.

“Gladly.” She said and got up and moved past a few of her friends then came walking down the center aisle, almost skipping down the steps as she had some spring in her step. Her breasts bouncing as she stepped down fro each tier of the lecture hall.

“Miss Hart would you mind?” I asked pulling out a the clip board with the check sheet and pen attached.

“Of course.” Mrs. Hart smiled as she came over

"What is your name beautiful?" I said as the girl reached the bottom step. The blonde's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment.

“Amanda Anderson.” She smiled as she rocked on her feet either nervious or eager to begin. Ms. Hart began to feel it out.

“A pleasure to meet you Miss Anderson.” I took her hand and gave it a small kiss. I could hear a collective woo from the girls. “If you would please undress for me. Just down to your underwear.”

"Okay." She smiled and began to unbutton her blouse. Her fingers worked methodically down the row of buttons, each one revealing more of her white skin underneath. As she pulled the blouse open, her breasts pressed against the thin white bra, their shape clearly outlined. She slid the blouse off her shoulders, handing it to Mrs. Gates who took it and set it on the desk.

Her hands moved to the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down smoothly. The dark fabric fell around her ankles, revealing matching white lace panties and the tops of sheer stockings. She carefully stepped out of the skirt, then bent down to remove her shoes. As she did, her breasts swayed slightly within the confines of her bra.

Now standing in just her white lace bra, panties, and stockings, Amanda's full figure was on display. The delicate bra cupped her firm, round breasts, while the panties hugged her hips. The stockings accentuated her long legs, ending mid-thigh with lacy bands.

“Month and Day of Birth?” I asked.

“October twenty fifth.” She said.

“So you are a Scorpio?” I grinned. While not important some clients liked to know zodiac signs for superstitious reasons and small talk was a way of getting patients to open up.

“Yep.” She smiled and nodded.

“Hair blonde, eyes blue, are those your natural colors?” I asked.

“Yes.” She replied.

“Ethnicity Caucasian. Judging by the skin tone, hair color and eyes as well as the surname I would say Nordic with possible viking descent which we will know for sure when the DNA comes back.” I smiled looking her over as I walked around her.

I walked to the side over taking her in from the side. I said admiring her breast and buttocks and how they were evenly sized. The way her waist curved in, accentuating the fullness of her hips and the gentle slope of her lower back to the roundness of her ass. “Good posture. Athletic body type, good body proportions.” She had filled out well in all the right places.

“Thank you.” She glanced over and smiled s she chewed her lip.

I walked around her and looked at her from the back running my eyes down her back and then over her firm buttocks. “No curvature of the spine, A visible birth mark on her left buttocks.” I smiled at the cute little heart shaped mark as I cocked my head slightly.

I slowly ran my fingers through her hair feeling the soft strands trickle through my fingers. “Good hygiene and grooming.”

“Raise your hands up along your shoulders as if doing a jumping jack and slowly bring them together above your head” I said walking back around to face her. She complied lifting her arms up and arching her back slightly as she went through the motion. Her breast rising on her chest as she did. “Good range of motion in the shoulders.” I smiled admiring how her breasts looked more perky with her arms all the way up.

"Hold your hands out to the sides and twist your torso but keep legs stationary. Keep your arms parallel." I said. She brought her arms back down and extended them out to her sides. As she began to twist, her breasts shifted with the movement, the lace of her bra stretching slightly. Her waist narrowed as she turned, accentuating the curve of her hips. The muscles in her arms and shoulders flexed subtly with the effort of keeping them parallel.

"Excellent." I nodded, watching how her body moved. "Now twist to the other side." Amanda complied, her blonde hair swaying as she rotated. The motion caused her breasts to bounce gently within the confines of her bra. I could see goosebumps forming on her exposed skin as she held the position from the cold room.

"Good flexibility in the spine. Bend over and touch your toes." I instructed, moving to the side to observe her form. Amanda nodded, taking a deep breath before slowly bending forward. Her long blonde hair cascaded down, nearly touching the floor as she reached for her toes. The position caused her breasts to hang, straining against the lace of her bra. The curve of her spine was smooth and graceful, leading down to her perfectly round buttocks, now prominently displayed in her white lace panties. Her stocking clad legs tensed with the stretch, highlighting her toned calves and thighs.

"Good range of motion in the hips. You can stand up." I nodded. Amanda rose smoothly from her squat, her thigh muscles flexing visibly beneath the sheer stockings. As she straightened, her breasts did a little bounce before settling into place. Her buttocks tightened as she stood, the lace panties that had been stretched during the squat now bunching slightly. She discreetly adjusted the fabric, tugging it back into place over her curves.

I stepped closer putting my hands on her hips feeling the curves of her body and the smoothness of her skin.

“Okay. Place a hand on my shoulder for support and raise your leg parallel to your body as far as you can and hold it.” I said.

“Okay. She raised her leg up at her side slowly. My eyes looking down at the crotch of her snug panties as she raised her leg up spreading her thighs wide. I kept my hands loose on her waist encase I needed to catch her and focused on how firmly she held on for support but she kept her grip loose. While forty five degrees was acceptable she went well beyond reaching over ninety with only a subtle wobble.

“Incredible flexibility in the hips and a high level of balance.” I smiled.

"You should see me do a split." She said as she came back up. A playful smile crossed her lips as she reached back and pulled her panties back over her butt cheeks. Her confidence in her body, willingness to show it off, and that statement along with her athletic body told me she was probably a cheer leader.

"Lets test your gait, walk to the wall over there and walk back." I pointed to the far side of the room, about twenty feet away.

Amanda nodded and began walking towards the wall. Her bare feet made soft padding sounds on the floor. From behind, I observed her gait. Her hips swayed provocatively with each deliberate step, her perfectly rounded buttocks rolling smoothly beneath the delicate white lace panties. The thin fabric stretched and shifted with each movement, delicately tracing the alluring contours of her round ass, emphasizing its natural beauty. Her stocking clad legs were, long and shapely as they moved with a grace that made me want to reach out and trace the lines that flowed from her firm ass to her calves. Her stocking clad feet skimming across the floor as her feet arched with every step and calves flexed.

As she reached the wall, she turned around to face me. Now I could see her front as she walked back. Her shoulders were straight, and her breasts gently bounced in rhythm with her movement. Her hips continued their subtle sway as she approached. Her eyes met mine and a smile crossed her lips as she walked back. When she came back I had her stand on one foot for ten seconds looking for any wobble and then had her switch feet.

“Perfect. I see no balance, coordination or posture issues. Amazing bounce in your breasts." I smiled as she grew closer. I could hear Mrs. Hart scribbling it down on the page.

“Okay we will begin with body measurements. Typically we take your height and weight first but we can get that later. Not all of you will have to do it with a tape measure as I have a body scanner I will have set up that will measure your body faster. For those of you with a work out routine it will allow you to track your body and see changes in your body shape.” I smiled and pulled out the tape from the second drawer and stood in from of Amanda. “If you would raise your hair for me Ms. Anderson so I can start with your neck.”

Amanda lifted her blonde hair. As she raised her arms, her breasts rose slightly, straining against the white bra. She tilted her chin up slightly, further revealing the smooth curve from her jaw to her collarbone. I stepped closer, tape measure in hand. The warmth from her skin was immediately noticeable as I reached around to place the tape at the base of her neck, my fingers brushing against the small hairs at her nape. I carefully wrapped the tape around, ensuring it was level. As the tape settled into place, I could feel the slight movement of Amanda's throat as she swallowed. The material pulled taut, pressing gently against her skin.

"Twelve inches," I called out to Mrs. Hart, who noted it on the chart. I loosened the tape, letting it slide smoothly off Amanda's neck as I prepared for the next measurement. “Keep you arms up so I can measure your bust please.” I smiled.

I stepped closer as I leaned in, bringing the tape around her back. My hands brushed against her silky smooth skin as I positioned the tape just under her shoulder blades. I could see her blush slightly at how close we were before I pulled the tape back around the front. My grazed the sides of her breasts as I pulled the tape forward and pulled it over the cups at the fullest point of her bust. The tape overlapped at her cleavage as I couldn't help but admire the view.

"Please lower your arms." I smiled and she let her arms down and her breast fell back into their natural state. "Thirty-eight inches," I called out to Mrs. Hart taking off a half inch to adjust for the padding of her brassier. I slid the Tape down to just under her under bust next. My fingers brushing against her rib cage.

Without removing the tape entirely, I began to slide it downward. My fingers brushed against the warm skin as I guided the measuring tape to just below her underbust. The texture of her skin was smooth beneath my fingertips. I could feel the slight rise and fall of her breathing. My knuckles brushed against the underside of her breasts as I adjusted my grip on the tape. The scent of her perfume was more noticeable now that I was standing so close. Amanda's skin had goosebumps, either from the cool air or my touch. I glanced up, catching her eye briefly before looking back down at the tape measure.

Ensuring the tape was level and snug, I called out the measurement. "Thirty two inches for the underbust," I announced to Mrs. Hart. Quickly calculating in my head, I added, "That makes her a 38DD cup size." I smiled.

I leaned over getting closer being almost eye level with her breasts as I slid the tape measure down to Amanda's waist, taking a moment to admire her flat, toned belly. The tape glided smoothly over her skin, which felt warm beneath my fingertips. I pulled it snug over her stomach as it hugged the side of her waist and crossed the tape just over her small belly button.

"Twenty-six inches," I looked up at Miss. Hart who nodded and jotted her measurement down.

"Turn around please," I said with a smile, holding the tape measure open in a wide loop so Amanda could move freely. She complied, pivoting smoothly to face away from me. I took a knee behind her, bringing my eye level with her hips. As I slid the tape measure down, I noticed the gentle curve of her waist flaring out to her hips. The tape glided over her skin, warm and smooth beneath my fingers.

Carefully, I guided the tape over the swell of her hips, adjusting it to sit at the fullest part of her buttocks. I pulled the tape taut, ensuring it lay flat against her curves without digging into the soft flesh. The thin material of her panties outlined the firm, rounded shape of her cheeks. The measuring tape seemed to caress her form as I made final adjustments, my knuckles brushing lightly against her while I ensured the tape was level all the way around.

"Thirty-eight inches," I called out and glanced up admiring her hour glass figure.” I let one end of the tape go, allowing it to fall away from her body. I did a quick estimate and it put her body fat within the low thirties which was acceptable. I would need her height and weight for the actual number. "Spread your legs so I can measure your thigh," I instructed, my voice sounding slightly huskier than I intended.

Amanda complied, shifting her stance. The movement caused subtle ripples across thighs and buttocks as she spread her legs apart slightly. I re-positioned myself, still kneeling, to access her thigh more easily.

I brought the tape measure to the top of her right thigh, just below where it met her buttock. My fingers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh as I wrapped the tape around, feeling the firmness of her leg beneath. I pulled the tape snug, ensuring it was level all the way around the fullest part of her thigh.

"Twenty-two inches," I announced, my eyes lingering on her panty clad ass and tight pussy out lined nicely just between her legs.

I ran the tape up the outside of Amanda's leg, starting from the ground. The tape glided smoothly over her ankle, caressing the curve of her calf as I continued upward. My hand followed the contour of her thigh, feeling the firmness of her muscles. As I reached her hip, I noticed the pronounced curve outward. The tape slid over her hip bone, then inward as it approached her waist. I felt the subtle softening of flesh as I reached her natural waistline, where the tape came to rest. "Forty-two inches from floor to waist," I called out, my eyes following the path of the tape measure along the length of her leg.

Next, I re-positioned myself and began measuring her inseam. Starting at her ankle again, I ran the tape up the inside of her leg. The sensitive skin of her inner thigh quivered slightly at my touch. As I approached the apex of her thighs, I could feel the heat emanating from her body. The tape pressed gently against her crotch as I completed the inseam measurement, my knuckles inadvertently brushing against her panty-covered mound. She made a little squeak nose at the sudden surprise but didn't try to stop me. “Thirty-one inches,"

"Now, stand on your toes please," I instructed, my voice slightly husky. Amanda complied, rising gracefully. I measured the distance from the floor to her raised heels, noting how her calf muscles flexed with the movement. "Perfect height for four-inch heels," I remarked, admiring how the pose accentuated her legs.

"Alright, you can lower down now and raise one foot back for me," I said. As Amanda lifted her right foot, I supported her ankle with one hand, feeling the delicate bones beneath my fingers. I ran the tape along the sole of her foot, from heel to toe, noting not just the length but also the arch of her foot and the softness of her skin. "Size eight shoe. You will look lovely in your wedding dress.”

“Thank you.” Amanda said as she blushed slightly as she turned around to face me.