He smiles at you and your heart races. It isn't the smile that does it really but what's behind the smile. Sure it was welcoming, even professional but that smile reached his eyes, and they were full of mischievous and devious thoughts. Though you couldn't fault him for that, in your mind you had the same, you just wondered if some of them were the same as his.

He moves slowly at first, reaching behind you to the instruments you nearly knocked off only moments before. You watch him intently as he plays with a dial before taking the ophthalmoscope and look into your eyes. You see the light but your focus is on his eyes now, from what you can see. You hope that even if you get the millisecond glimpse you will see what's in store but no, it's as if he has had the chance to more than practice how to hide his plans, hide everything. You swallow and glance at the drawers again as he places the instrument back behind you. Your eyes glance down to the scrub pants brushing your leg. Secretly you wish you were naked, feeling them brush against your bare skin, feeling him close to you, his presence, his knowledge, his skills.

Your shoulders shrug as you feel the Otoscope enter into your right ear, but you sit still. You wonder why he hasn't said anything to you yet, but then again why haven't you said anything, maybe you should be the first...You are tempted but the butterflies in your stomach flutter your mouth shut as your doctor places his hands on your throat checking your glands. You close your eyes for only a moment, trying to concentrate on the feeling of his hands. But you quickly open your eyes not wanting to seem like you too into him or the fact he was looking at you. You give your head a mental shake. Like he would mind that, that was one of the main reasons that you were here, in his office, on his examination table, under his professional eyes.

Your heart skips a beat as he moves the stethoscope away from his neck and putting it in his ears. Taking the other end he places it against your chest and says one word, "Breath." That word alone sends a renewing flow of excitement through your body shooting down right into your stomach and adding to the wetness between your legs. His voice was commanding, like a dom, expecting you to comply, yet still soft and professional. You of course follow doctors orders and take a breath, realising then that you might have been holding it the entire time since he walked into the room. As he moves the instrument across your chest, you can't help but notice he lingers longer on the left side. You dare to let your eyes wander and you notice his gaze is right down the low cut top you wore on purpose, showing off your cleavage, hoping it would attract some attention and apparently it was. You try to wipe the smile off your face as he moves it to your back, but you can't help but wonder where his eyes, let alone, his hands would be going if you were completely naked. Something you were currently at odds with yourself in wondering if that would happen soon.

Leaning back slightly he puts the stethoscope back around his neck and motions for you to lay back on the table. Slowly you turn and bring your legs up, stretching them out over the table. He moves closer to you, lifting your shirt up slightly, it resting just under your breasts, and rolls down the tops of your pants, it resting just above your pubic mound. Now you wonder who he is really teasing! If he was trying to tease you he was doing a damn good job of it, but something tells you it was driving him insane as well. Knowing that beneath his hands he had a patient willing to let him explore her body with everything he learned in medical school, and then some. Yet she was still fully clothed, except for her stomach, and the chest her low cut top gave him view of.

His hands suddenly move to your abdomen, slowly pressing down and

across. You squirm slightly, the pressure not hurting too bad, but you mainly move to see if you can't get more of his palms against your now bare stomach. He hadn't put on any gloves yet, so you actually feel him. His hands, his skin against your skin. His hands press down lightly on your right side and you squirm. He nods and turns back towards the small counter. You slowly sit up wondering if you should or stay still, but honestly you can't resist sitting just to look at his ass in his scrub pants.

He turns and tosses a paper gown into your hands. You catch it and look at it, than him. "Get undressed and put that on." He pauses and looks at you. You can tell he is tempted to stay and watch you undress, see you slowly strip the soft material from your body and slide your panties down off your ankles. But he swallows, running a hand through his hair before ducking out of the room. You smile, so you aren't the only one feeling butterflies and getting turned on by being in the room.

You step off the table and start taking off your clothes, looking at the door, wondering if he will change his mind and come back early catch you undressing.