At the gynecologist

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At the gynecologistI hate this, I thought. It’s always so nerve wracking to get a new one. Why couldn’t the old guy have stayed in business. He was nice, he was non-threatening, he was gentle, he knew my history. I was only slightly uncomfortable, as always, when he started poking around down there. And now, a NEW guy. Crap. I hate that. Even the receptionist acted different, odd, funny. Giving me that half smile. Wonder what that was about? Oh well, if I hate him, I can always find another one. Oh, I forgot I wanted to shave myself. Maybe I’ll do it when I get home, so if I don’t like this new guy I can wash him off of me and start over, smooth. New beginnings.Meanwhile, though, I can’t shake this nervousness. Ever since that hypnotist appointment, even though I came out of it feeling like I had been royally screwed (in a good way), I’ve been a little uneasy, and now this! Stop trembling, he’ll be fine. He is a professional. And I am as new to him as he is to me, so maybe he will be a little uneasy, too, so stop worrying. And stop shaking. Everything will be fine.Oh, I hear his voice outside the door. Nice. Deep. Smooth. Sounds nice. Now I hear the door. Oh, God. No escape, now. Am I sweating? Oh, no! I can feel a rivulet of sweat running down between my breasts and showing through the gown. Crap! Now he’ll know I am a wreck. Stop, Domi!”Hello, Ms. Dominique Natascha. Hm, how may I address you?””Good morning, doctor.” I smile at the good-looking man in a white lab coat entering the room “You may call me Domininque, or Domi for short.” The man nods and moves over to the washstand to clean his hands and continues talking over his shoulders “I see it is the first time with me. So what can I do for you, Ms. Dominique?” “Well, I just need my regular check-up and my old gynecologist retired so I had to look for a new one to do the examination.” I explain and my voice cracks at the end. The man smiles “Oh, do I hear a little nervousness in your voice? I can assure that you came to the right place.” Having finished to clean and dry his hands, the doctor turns around grabs a pair of rubber gloves and puts them on, regarding me – and surely seeing how my breasts are outlined under the gown. He pulls a chair over to sit next to me. “Oh dear, you are basically shaking.” After he said it, I realize that it is true, I tremble slightly and feel goosebumps on bakırköy escort my skin. “Hm, if you want I can give you a light sedative. This way, the examination will be much comfortable for you and you’ll probably loose your fear till the next appointment.” I give him a doubting look at which he just laughs “Oh, don’t worry. I only speak out of experience. I have a lot of patients that are nervous, but the sedative always helps. So should we try it?”I reflect for a short time. But what option do I have? I’ll eventually have to get this check-up. So why not take his sedative and get it over with. What’s the worst to happen? He seems to have a good on-going business, so it’s not really likely that he’ll turn out to be a pervert. “Alright doctor, you’ve got me convinced. I’ll take the sedative.” “Excellent” A big smile appears on the doctor’s face an he gives his chair a push to roll over to a cupboard and takes out a small box of pills. He rolls back and hands me one pill, and after a bit of thinking another one and puts the box on the table next to us. “You appear to be extremely nervous, I think two pills will have a better effect. Take them with a glass of water and I’ll be back in a minute or so to check on whether the effects are already starting to show.” He hands me a glass of water and leaves for the moment. I look at the two pills in my hand, shrug and gulp them down.I am not usually susceptible to medications, and when I am, it takes quite some time for them to take effect. This time, however, the effect was instantaneous–and like nothing I had ever experienced. Not only did it calm me to the point of closing my eyes and slowing my breathing almost as if I were falling asleep; I began to feel something pleasantly odd between my legs and in my abdomen. I was–no, this can’t be–becoming sexually aroused! In virtually an instant! My nipples were growing hard and starting to protrude, clearly peaking under the gown and showing their presence to all who would look. The almost queasy feeling in my gut transformed itself into that exceedingly pleasant, warm, rolling sensation, sending waves of pleasure down, down to my center, to my core, to my pussy. Tingling. Getting moist. Little ripples of my muscles inside, wanting to open its lips, to be touched, stroked, caressed, played with, filled.I couldn’t help beşiktaş escort myself. I lifted my hands to my breasts and cupped them, feeling the now-hard nipples poking up through the gown into the palms of my hands. I closed my fingers around them involuntarily, and squeezed them gently, then more firmly. Waves of pleasure filled them. Better stop this, I thought, before he comes back in and sees me playing with myself. That would never do. I lifted my head and looked through the frosted glass door. Seeing no shapes outside the door, I slid one hand down between my legs and cupped my pussy through the gown, letting my middle finger press gently but firmly into my slit. My breathing had picked up–a lot– and I could tell that my face was growing red from my arousal. It felt so good, my touching and cupping my pussy, that I almost didn’t care if the doctor came in right then and caught me. And yet I was terrified that he just might. I was confused; it was as if I had no control over what was happening to me, and I was doing it myself! My head went back and a long, slow moan escaped my lips. Now I could feel that I wasn’t just moist down there; I was downright wet! I wanted something against my pussy, rubbing, pressing, teasing. I wanted this feeling to last forever. If I kept this up, I knew I would orgasm, but I didn’t care any more. The feelings were senational; better than ever before. I was as if my pussy was on fire, but a very gentle, pleasant fire. My hips began to rise and pulse into my hand as if to draw it into me, while my other hand alternately squeezed and rolled each of my nipples in turn. I had never felt them so hard and so prominent. They felt marvelous, and they kept sending more and more waves of pleasure to my naughty little pussy. Now I was downright humping my own hand, and it felt so good, sooo good.”Well, well, Ms. Dominique, I see you are enjoying my little pills!” Oh My God! The voice was coming from behind the exam table! He must have come in through another door, one I hadn’t noticed! How long had he been watching me? What had he seen? I wanted to get up and run out of there, gown and all, but I couldn’t move. I tipped my head back and looked up at him, now standing right above me, alternately looking at my face, then my tits, then my pussy with my hand still there, then back to beylikdüzü escort my face. I turned my head to look away and avoid his gaze, and then I saw it: right next to my head, almost touching my face, a huge tent in his pants. OMG–he was as aroused as I was! What was I going to do?The doctor started to walk around the chair and while turning aound to face me, he finished slipping into his second white inspection glove with a loud clap. He gave me a broad smile. “I am glad you already prepared yourself for the inspection, not all patients are so courteous. Now please put your feet on the stirrups.” He pointed at the two fixtures next to me and without hesitation I raised my legs on rested my feet there – spreading my legs for him, my hand still over my clit. -oh god, what am I doing? I don’t want this- Thoughts are racing through my head, but I can’t help myself as my body simply reacts. The doctor smiles even broader “Good, good. I see you must have swallowed both pills at once. That is very good.” He produced a small plastic bottle from a pocket in his coat and put in on the table. Its contents made a rustling noise. “We might need this later. But first things first. Now please, would you remove your finger from your vagina.” I slid it out with a feeling of regret and placed both hands on my thighs. “Good, now I see that you are unshaved. I am afraid, but for a thorough examination I require my patients to be smooth. But I don’t think this would be a problem for you?” He gave me a vicious smile staring directly into my eyes. “Good. Before I am going to shave you clean, I can already give you a first advice. Just let me take a closer look.” He leaned forward and cupped one breast moving it to the side. He squeezed it slightly “Mh, yes just as I suspected.” Then he traced a finger of his other hand around my pantyline, pushing in here and there – and he was holding my breast with the other. “Ah, yes, yes. Alright, Dominique. I noticed that your bra and your panties seem to irritate your skin and that this already starts have effects on your connective tissue. You should refrain from wearing underwear for the time being or only the thinnest fabric so that we can see if these effects will decrease. Do you understand?” I nod and understood. I didn’t really want to walk outside like this, but it seemed to be the only logical thing to do. Meanwhile the doctor was fumbling through my clothes and took out my old panties and bra and tossed them in the trash bin. “You won’t be needing these anymore.” -Hey, don’t throw them away!- I thought, but couldn’t bring myself to speak up.”Now, let’s start with the shaving…”[please continue the story]

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