Appointment #5

As the receptionist led Emma back to the exam room they passed a handsome young man in the hall that caught Emma’s eye. He was wearing scrubs like the nurses, but his were dark red. His short sleeves exposed strong arms, and a hint of chest hair showed from behind the v-neck. His jaw line was well defined, his smile was confident, and his dark eyes locked briefly with hers as they passed. He was the exact fantasy doctor she had dreamed about since day one. The sight of him awakened butterflies in her stomach.

In the room, Emma removed her pants and set them on the chair. She kept thinking about the hot guy from the hall, and how she hoped he was going to be performing the procedure today. She peeled her panties off and dropped them on top of her pants. There was no need to hide them. She wanted the hot guy to see them, to know what she wore under her clothes.

Emma hopped up on the paper covered table and placed the sheet across her lap. Her bare skin on the paper no longer made her uncomfortable. She was looking forward to leaving her mark. There was a knock on the door and her heart started racing. Was it going to be the hot guy? Was this her chance to break the rules of decorum?

LT walked in and closed the door behind him.

“Good day, 28.” He said. How have you been?”

Emma, wind deflating from her sails sighed. “I’m good, LT. how are you?”

“I’m doing well, thank you.” He replied, readying the equipment.

Throughout the usual pre-exam questions she kept day dreaming about the hot guy. Where was he going? What was his job? Was he doing the same procedure to someone else in another room?

When it was time to lie down on the table Emma moved slowly, waiting until she knew LT was watching. It was almost innocent, and could be interpreted as an accident, but she was able to lift one leg up first and give LT a wide view before bringing the second leg into position. Of course he had seen her pussy before, and was about to see it and touch it again, but flashing him on her terms, of her own choice, was exciting. His touch was so professional and medical. This flashing brought some flirty energy to their relationship that she kept hoping he would match.

Emma kept her eyes closed during the first four hairs. She concentrated on the way LT was touching her, and wondered if the hot guy would touch her the same way. She wondered if the hot guy would also press and wiggle his hand to her skin after each pluck. Emma ran her own hands over her bare tummy, digging her fingers into herself to mask the spikes of pain. She hoped LT was watching her fingers move in time with his.

In the stirrups Emma continued to think about the hot guy. She spread her knees wider thinking about how she wanted to open up to him. She imagined him doing the press and wiggle after each hair, but instead of wiggling at the site of the removed hair, he would do it over her clit. After each hair pull he would reward her by rubbing her clit, building her up, teasing her towards an orgasm right there on the exam table. After LT removed the 4 hairs from around her vulva, Emma reached down an brushed her finger tip over her clit just once. Down and back up. It was an itch that just needed a brief touch to send away. She couldn’t help herself.

Emma repositioned up onto all fours. She backed up, spread her knees apart, and then lowered her head down. There is no way that hot guy would be able to resist her in this position. She rolled her hips back, providing access to everything. LT placed his hand on her cheek and began the first extraction. Emma imagined the hot guy touching her. Squeezing her cheek, and then sliding his hand down until his thumb could trace along her slit, spreading the wetness from her hole to her aching clit. He would probably rub her clit in circles as he plucked the hairs from her crack. The pleasure and pain chased each other throughout her body, talking her closer to the edge. When the procedure was done he would instruct her to stay still. He would run both his hands all over he backside before sliding one of his thick fingers into her. His detailed knowledge of anatomy led his finger directly to the special place inside her. He would play her inside and out until she could not hold back any longer.

“Ok, all done.” LT said applying the bandaid.

Emma snapped back from her fantasy. She took a deep breath, realizing there would be no sexual shenanigans today. She raised up from her elbows onto her hands, and then into a sitting position on the paper. Her shirt slid back down over her bra. A fun side effect from going down onto her elbows was that her shirt slid down the slope of her back, gathering at her armpits. She wondered if LT had noticed her bra. She wondered if he was curious about that undergarment as well. The exam did not require her to take her bra off, so he had only seen her panties on the chair, but maybe he enjoyed seeing her bra too. Or maybe, he would enjoy seeing her tits. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced LT would like to see her tits. Maybe that would help him cross the line.

Emma hopped down and got dressed. As expected she had left a noticeable wet spot on the paper. She felt LT had to be noticing these. Most women could leave a small spot, but Emma assumed most women were not turned on to the extent she was. Surely her little puddles stood out from the rest.

LT returned with the paperwork, and again she caught his eyes dart across the table and pause on her spot. She smiled, knowing they were both thinking about the same thing.

On her way to the front desk Emma caught a glimpse of the hot guy down a side hall. He was working at a cart, facing away from her. He did not see her, but Emma paused and ran her eyes up and down him, memorizing every detail she could. His broad shoulders, the curve of his ass, and the stance of his legs were burned into her memory. She collected her payment and left the building, wishing the squish between her legs was more, and because of him.

When Emma was in bed that night, the idea of LT touching her, staring at her privates, and looking at her exposed panties kept running through her mind. She began playing with herself, feeling the hair he had felt, and pressing against her clit like he had done. He knew so much about her. She had no secrets from him. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, and the way he brought little bursts of sting to her privates made her heart race. She wanted to think it was just a normal attraction to him, and not the procedure, but her desire was confusing.

Then she thought about the hot guy. If he were to do the procedure he would be even more gentle, but also he would be more rough at all the right times. He would finish the required steps, and then do what he really wanted to do. He would check her both inside and out. He would test how much she could take. He would push into her, filling her, treating her like the dirty little patient she was.

Emma reached orgasm, almost out of breath. She noticed again how wet she had become while playing. She brought her finger up to her mouth, she wanted to know what LT and the hot guy would taste if they would cross the line. She imagined LT licking his finger and savoring her flavor. She imagined the hot guy leaning against her body, and pushing his wet fingers into her mouth. She sucked the juices from her own fingers, wishing the hot guy was there to force them on her. She fell asleep wondering what each of them were doing in their own beds.