3:40: Because I am a punctual person, I arrived a few minutes early. As I parked and stepped out of the car, I felt the familiar feeling of a little wetness on my mint thong as it pressed against my labia. As I walked to the clinic and stepped into the elevator with two other women, I began to think about how the moistness would only grow over the next few minutes and how moist those two gals might be and if they were going for their annuals at about the same time as me. Both get off the elevator on the same floor as me and follow me into the same office.

3:45: I check in with the receptionist and, since I had been here recently, I only need to do a quick update to my forms. I am also informed that a couple of the procedures have changed and that doctor is running behind due to emergency at hospital. I am watching these two elevator pals getting checked in. One is about 65 years old and has a black leather jacket with burgundy skirt and black leather boots. The other one has designer jeans with red heels and red cable sweater. As I uncross my legs to walk back up to the receptionist to give her the forms, I can feel even more wetness growing.

3:50: I am still waiting in the waiting room. I take a quick glaze around the room to take a mental note of the other women that are there. There is a blonde cougar there for her annual exam. She is all dolled up with manicured nails, eye shadow, painted on makeup, bronze tanned skin and a designer short skirt, sheer cream blouse and matching stilettos. I wonder whether she gets as excited as I do for her exams. I noticed her earlier when she was getting out of her Audi A5. I also noticed a young red head that is wearing grey yoga pants, sandals and a sweatshirt with her college name on it. She's likely there for birth control, but will get the surprise of a full pelvic exam in order to get it. The two elevator pals are also sitting in high backed chairs on opposite sides of the large well lit room. Even though we all have different stuff on in the waiting room, we all will have the same uniform on when we come back into the deeper areas of the office. All completely butt naked with a flowery gown covering us

3:55: I are still waiting and wondering if the doctor is going to give me a full exam. Will she use a speculum, or will she just spread you apart and have a quick look. I am hoping and praying for the full treatment.

3:59: The door opens and you hear the nurse call your name. It startles me slightly but I quickly begin walking to the door in full anticipation of what is about to happen. As she leads me back, I notice that my thong is now soaked. The nurse (who is a blonde about 35 with a nice figure and wearing pink scrubs) leads you to the second exam room on the right. As you enter, you see the stirrups fully extended as well as a tray on the counter that is covered with a blue cloth. I also notice a scale in the room. She informs me that a new procedure designed for both privacy and accuracy in getting vital information has been instituted. The nurse orders me in a stern voice to take everything off, get into your birthday suit and put on the gown that is on the wax paper covered exam table. I also see the chair in the corner of the room. She says that she will be back in a little bit to continue the preliminaries. She quickly retreats and you hear the door click behind her. I wonder what she means by that.

4:04: By this time, I am starting to disrobe. I unbutton my white blouse. I come off quickly. Next I unzip my black pencil skirt and slip it off my hips and over my rear. It slides down my thighs and easily hits the cold tile floor. I step out of it effortlessly. I kick off my black and gold heels and set them in front of the chair. My thigh high stocking are removed next. First my right leg, down and off my foot; then finish with my left one. Now I am down to my thong and panties, I pause for a minute and admire my hard body in the mirror that is on the back of the door. I then remove my bra and let the 32B breasts free. They sure are small but have a very nice hang to them. I also notice that both nipples are hard and perky in the cold exam room. Finally, I reached around and put both thumbs in the waist band of the mint green thong and slowly pull it down. Once it is around my ankles, I step out of it and pick it up from the ground. As I hold it up, the wet spot that is about the size of a half dollar in the crotch is on display for the observant to see. It is not just wet. It is soaked through. I prominently place it on top of my clothes in the chair. Maybe the doctor will notice it.... I hope up on exam table and the wax paper crinkles loudly as my bare cheeks make contact with the table.

4:20 Now, there is a knock on the door and a different nurse (early 20’s brunette short length Lavender scrubs) strolls into the room. She announces that she will be taking my vitals. She places the cuff on my left arm, inflates it and lets it count down. She announces the BP number as 118/68. She smiles at me and comments on the low number. She asks if I work out. I say definitely. She now places her thumb and finger in my wrist area and looks at her watch. She tells me my pulse is 66. She asks me to get off the exam table. As I attempt to get up, the wax paper makes an explosive crinkle. We both giggle and smile. I am trying to keep my gown on and my rear end covered but with great difficulty. She tells me that it might be easier to just get rid of the gown for now. I let it slip off of me. She tells me that it will be easier on us both and that I can put it back on later. I give her a stare and she just motions for me to step on scale. I measure out at 5’10” and 132 lbs. Completely au natural. She tells me that I have lost 8 lbs since my last annual visit. She tells me to put the gown back on and make myself comfortable. I think to myself. Yah right? In a cold room, completely naked, anticipating getting poked and probed in every orifice of my body. She tells me that the doctor will be in shortly and gives me a smile. What a little wish ass!!!

4:26: As I sit on the exam table waiting for the doctor, I hear her knock on the door to the adjacent exam room, so I know it will be a while before she is in to see me. I can hear her voice and get up to see if I can hear the conversation. I stand under the vent and eavesdrop on the dialogue. The conversation seems very intense, almost argumentative. Then I hear that a pelvic exam is needed prior to any birth control. I put two and two together. It must be the red headed college girl. She just wants the pill. The doctor wants the view. The doctor leaves and I hear another knock but it is still not my door. I assume it must be one of the other three that I left in the waiting room. Since I had a few more minutes, I do begin to snoop a little bit. I walk over to the counter and pull back the blue cloth covering the tray. Underneath is a stainless steel speculum that is larger than any that you have ever seen. I pick it up and feel that it is smooth and very cold. Almost chilling. In a few minutes, this instrument will be penetrating the depths of my vagina. Also on the tray is a well-used tube of KY. I reach down and check how wet I am. I don’t think any lube will be necessary.

4:40: I can still hear the doctor in the next room, so I decide to snoop a little more. I walk around to the front of the exam table, and open the top drawer. Inside are the rows of speculums, organized small to large. Based on the one on the tray, it looks like I will be getting a large. I close the top drawer and open the second drawer. Inside is a plastic basin that has 5 or 6 used speculums. I assume that they are used because I can see the fluids that are slightly milky white that covers the bills up to the point of the deepest insertion. I hear the door close to the other exam room, so I close the drawer and quickly scamper up onto the exam table and place the cloth cover on your lap. The red head must have gotten her pills and her plumbing looked over for good measure

4:53: The doctor walks in. She notes that you are slightly blushing, but she has no idea why. She shakes your hand and engages in small talk. During this time, you are hoping that your fluids are not dripping out of your bottom onto the paper covering the exam table.

4:56: After talking to you about why you are here today, she asks you to place your feet in the stirrups and scoot your bottom all the way to the end of the table. As you do so, you can feel your labia slightly parting. If she is looking, she can definitely see how wet and excited you are. Unfortunately, she is turned away putting on her gloves. I can hear the loud snap as she gets each one into place. She rolls toward you on the stool and reaches over to focus the light on your genital area. I can feel the heat of the lamp on your clean shaven lips. By this time, there is no denying that you are dripping.

5:02: The doctor first touches you. She separates your labia and gives your vaginal entrance a thorough inspection. She comments that everything looks normal. She even retracts the hood of your clit to give it a quick look. My body squirms and a little moan exits my mouth. She reaches over and pulls back the blue cloth on the tray. She retrieves the speculum and the KY. Because new studies have shown that the lube does not interfere with test results, it is now her standard practice to lube the bills of the speculum. I actually heard her lathering it up. Suddenly, the cold metal touches me. As she slowly forces it into my vagina, I experience the intense sensation of the cold steel. Before I know it, I hear a loud click and the speculum is fully expanded. My vagina has never felt this stretched. It is on full display for all to see. There is a mixture of the lube that was forced off of the speculum on insertion and your juices that is flowing down your ass crack. I really feel the puddle. Since you had a pap test at your last annual, she tells you that there is no need for one. She adjusts the light again so that it is shining brightly into your wide open vaginal canal. She takes a long look at your cervix and notices that it is covered in your vaginal fluids. Satisfied, she slowly closes the speculum and withdraws it. A torrent of fluids follows. I audibly exhale with the relief that it is out of you.

5:10: With the speculum withdrawn. It is now time for the bimanual. I notice that she takes the tube of KY, and squeezes it onto the index and middle finger of her right hand and swirls it around. Very rapidly, she reaches under the sheet with both hands. Her right hand penetrates you with her index and middle fingers. Her left gently palpates your abdomen. After the large speculum, her fingers are a welcome relief. As she withdraws them, I can hear a squelch as the air escapes from your vagina.

5:13: Because you are over 35, she announces that she is going to do a quick rectovaginal. Again, she lubes her middle and index finger. The index finger feels familiar as it enters your vagina. However, the middle finger feels foreign as it presses against your anus. Very quickly, both are fully inserted into both holes. After swirling around slightly, she withdraws them.

5:15 Your exam is now complete and Doctor S discusses her findings with you. She says everything looks great. She apologizes about running late. After shaking your hand (after removing the gloves of course), she leaves the room for you to dress. As I jump down from the exam table, I can feel the fluids and lube start to fight against gravity. I looked back at the exam table and notice a large wet spot on the paper covering the exam table. It is huge. I looked to the right and you also notice the used speculum on the tray on the counter. It is glistening with your fluids. My gown is almost off me so I yank it off my body. I can hardly walk. Those last two fingers were really something. I make it to the chair and catch my breath. I then stand and go over to sink to wash up. My butt check is full of my juices and my inner thighs are moist. I run the warm water and clean both areas. Then I dry with a new towel. Just then, I hear a knock on the door in the next exam room. I rush over to hear the beginning of the conversation. It sounds like another annual but the woman is being told that at her age every three years is not enough. I start to dress. My bra goes on first. Then I go over to my hand bag and pull out a new fresh clean DRY pair of panties. They are white bikini style. I take my green thong and place it in a Ziploc bag and place it into the brown leather Coach Bag. I put my stockings on and then my heels. I move in front of the full length mirror and admire myself. Just then there is a knock on my exam door. Can I come in? Sure. The blonde nurse comes in and eyes me up and down. She gives me a hand out summary of finding for my exam and follow up in two months. She tells me to have a nice evening. I put my blouse pencil skirt. Comb my hair and walk out of the exam room. Just then one of the elevator gals comes out of an exam room across the hall. She smiles and asks how did it go. I said Great and smiled. 5:32 at front desk making follow up appt.