You decide to go easy on Julie.
"Julie just finished taking my temperature. It's normal. Isn't that correct, Julie?" you say as you look at her.
Julie looks at you and clears her throat. "Yes. He's ready for you, Doctor." Julie turns away for a moment, writes down a last scribble or two on your chart, and exits the room, handing the chart to Doctor Bensen as she exits, still embarassed.
You walk back into the room and the Doctor follows you in, closing the door behind her. She takes a quick look inside the wastebasket.
"Oh, Julie," she says to herself. "That was the third one this week."
"Go easy on her, doc." you say, admiring her beautiful body. Andrea is in her mid-thirties with shoulder-length black hair and a very nice figure. Dr. Bensen has about the same length skirt as Julie's, perhaps a little bit shorter, and it's black. She has on her white doctor's jacket with a light blue blouse underneath. She is slightly on the voluptuous side, about 37D-26-35. She is showing just a hint of cleavage.
"It was nice of you to cover for her, . Well, lets get started. Take your shirt off for me, will you?"
You take your shirt off again and sit back on the examination table. Trying not to think of her in a sexual way, the way you have so often fantasized since she became your regular doctor years ago.
"Everything feeling OK, ?" she asks as reaches under your t-shirt with her stethoscope. She holds the end of the stethoscope between her fingers and gently rubs her entire hand as well as the cool plastic against your chest. Her hand feels warm and soft against your skin and you almost lose yourself in the feeling before you answer.
"Yeah, Doc. Everything is fine." |