I had scheduled this appointment some time ago and today, here it was. I get anxious and excited when I make the phone call so by now I was on anticipation overload. This was a new doc for me adding to the tension. After I showered, shaved and cleaned everything, I dressed in comfortable clothes that I could get off quickly. Finally, I was there, walking down the hall, heading for that one door, with that anticeptic smell filling my head and adding to the anticipation. I reached the desk; even saying my own name and the appointment time I had with Dr. Elias made my stomach flip flop. I took the appropriate forms and papers and sat down, but before I even started, his nurse called my name. After the weight, height, temp, b/p, pulse, discussion of meds, etc., the nurse instructed me to remove everthing and use the paper drape and top, open to the front, on the exam table. With pleasure. I did a quick check and sure enough, I was already pretty wet. I sat down at the end of the exam table though and tried to keep breathing. I heard a male voice from outside the door, a rustling of a file, and a soft knock. Come in, I said, but in my mind, I really met cum in. Dr. Elias stepped into the room. He was tall, slim, light brown hair, glasses, and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his forearms. Nice smile as he extended his hand and introduced himself. He sat on his stool and we talked casually, all the while I was thinking that this nice man would soon see and feel every part of my body, especially inside. I explained I was okay but having a lot of discomfort/pain at certain times of the month. Well, we'll take a good look at everything, he said, and I felt a little spasm between my legs. My eyes, ears, throat, heart and lungs were all good. He parted the top with both hands and took a look at my breasts, helped me raise my arms, palpated each breast including giving each nipple a good feel and pinch. I layed back on the table, letting the drape expose my mons. His stethoscope went into his ears again and he listened attentively to my abdomen. Removing the scope, he used both hands to press and manipulate my belly, focusing on the lower area. He slid his hands down my legs, checking my joints and skin, then guided my feet into the stirrups he had just pulled out from under the table. Okay, slide down, and he lifted the drape just enough to see my butt reach the end, close to him. I kept my knees together while he lifted the paper drape. I immediately pulled it down so I could see him. Now, the moment I had been waiting for. He put his hands on the top of my knees and said, drop your knees out to the side, a little more, okay. And he pulled a small flexible light from the left and aimed it directly between my legs. As he turned to the sink to wash his hands, we made some small talk. I tried to smile and answer his questions, but laying there with my legs wide open and that tiny light beginning to feel warm, I felt like I could cum without him even touching me. He quickly reached over and pulled a sterile towel off of a tray that had three different specs, various scrapers, brushes, glass tubes, cream, and wipes on it. At this moment, as I quietly went insane, Dr. Elias said, I have a young associate who is available this morning. Would you mind if he assists us with your exam? I almost choked before I got my answer, not at all, out. He tapped a button on the speaker on the wall and said, would you have Dr. Boone join us? Another light knock on the door and all of my dreams were about to come true. Please stay tuned . . .