“It is my belief that all women should receive a thorough breast exam each year. This may seem longer and more detailed than you are used to, but I need to ensure that everything is perfect! The first thing I need you to do is lower the gown to your waste.”

At this point, my nerves were sky rocketing and my heart was racing. Never have I let a complete stranger look at, let alone touch my breasts (Except for doctors, of course.) I removed my arms and allowed the gown to fall to my waste. I then quickly folded my arms over my breasts as one last ditch effort to cover up.

“Please relax your arms by your side,” requested Joe.

I obliged. I watched Joe take a few steps closer. He smiled at his first look at my voluptuous breasts. The cool air was starting to have an effect on my nipples.

“I’m going to visually inspect your breasts in a few positions to look for any changes,” said Joe. He looked at them for what seems like forever.

“Please raise your hands above your head.”

Again I followed his orders and raised my hands. I watched his eyes follow my breast as they rose.

After a minute or so, he commented, “Nice, now please press your hands into your hips and lean forward.”

I’ve never been asked to do this, but I did. I felt my breasts fall forward a little as I shifted positions.

“Excellent. You may sit back up. I don’t see any concerns but I’ll know better once I palpate them. Are you okay to continue?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed.

Joe took a few steps closer. He cupped each breast in one hand. “Do you notice any upper back problems?”

“Sometimes, but nothing terrible,” I replied.

“You have very dense breasts that could lead to back strain. Be sure to wear a very supportive bra.”

“Oh I do.”

Joe gently let go of each breast then moved a little closer to my right side. I could feel him breathing. I sense he was a little nervous but was doing an amazing job remaining courteous and professional.

“I’m going to palpate each breast area while you are sitting and then repeat the procedure while you are laying down. Please raise your right arm over your head”

I lifted my arm. Joe started by feeling under my armpits. In a linear motion, he moved up and down my right breast. He palpated every little piece of my breast. I would have never admitted it to him, but I was really enjoying his gentle touch. He commented several times how important it was for me to perform my own breast exams while standing and laying down since I have more dense tissue. After about five minutes (I’m not sure exactly how long, as he really took his time), he instructed me to lower my arm as he moved to my left side.

“Everything is feeling real good, let’s continue. Please raise your left arm.” I did. He again started at my armpit and continued in vertical lines, making sure to cover the entire breast. As he was getting closer to finishing, I could feel myself getting aroused and a little wet. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice later. (Little did I know, he definitely would.)

As Joe finished up the first part of my breast exam, he said, “Looking good, go ahead and lie back. I’m going to reevaluate while you are laying down. This position will redistribute the breast tissue so I can check for any hiding lumps.”

I turned my body about ninety degrees so my legs were now between the stirrups. Then I laid back and slowly covered back up with the gown.

“We aren’t done yet, PJ. I will need the gown to remain at your waist.” Joe said in a stern voice as he pushed the gown back down.

“I’m sorry, I responded. I though I could cover up a bit.”

“It’s okay. We did discuss that the gown would remain down during the breast exam earlier. Do you remember? I will let you know when you can cover up again, is that okay.”

“Yes, I forgot. Thanks.”

“Now please place your arms over your head.”

I slowly moved my arms over my head. Joe approached me on the right side of the table and began palpating my breasts by the armpits. This time he moved in a circular pattern starting from the outside and working towards the nipple.

When he arrived at the nipple, he paused and said, “I’m going to roll your nipple in between my fingers then squeeze them to check for any discharge. This may be uncomfortable for a few seconds.”

“Ok, thanks for the heads up.”

The feelings of Joe rubbing my nipples was amazing. I couldn’t believe how excited it made me. I saw Joe glance over and me and give the slightest smile, as if he knew he was giving me pleasure.

Joe then moved to the other side of the table and repeated the steps on my left breast. He started close to my armpit and worked his way toward my nipple in a circular pattern.

When he arrived at my nipple, he said, “I’m going to check for any signs of discharge.”

I was thinking, “I can’t wait.” But, I just smiled and said, “ok.”

“Well PJ, your breast feel great. I didn’t notice any lumps of changes in texture. Continue to check monthly and let me know if you suspect anything.”

“I will.”

“Good to hear! I’m going to continue on to your belly and check your stomach and bowels.” Joe turned and grabbed his stethoscope. He began by listening to my stomach and bowels. “Any problems with bowel movements?”

“No, I’m very regular.”

“Excellent.” Joe then started palpating various organs on my stomach. He moved down close to the top of pubic area, asking if anything was painful or if I had any discomfort.

“No, everything feels fine.”

“Great. You may now pull the gown back up to cover your top.”

I really almost forgot about the gown as I was thinking about what Joe would be saying next. However, I covered back up as best I could.

“Next I would like to perform your pelvic exam. Are you ready to continue?”

“Yes.” With all the fluttering of butterflies, I’m going to continue. This is what it’s about, pleasure, and I was feeling good.

“Great. I’m going to get a few things ready. Go ahead and place your feet in the stirrups and move towards the end of the table.”