He told us that he would be completing a breast exam and an abdominal exam on each of us, and then we could be on our way. He didn’t wait for us to give any type of permission before coming to stand at the side of the table and sliding his hand down Jessica’s chest, cupping her left breast in his hand and massaging it gently. From my point of view, I could see everything, and I didn’t hide that I was looking.

For the abdominal exam, he asked her to unbutton her shorts and pull them down slightly. I couldn’t see as much as I would have liked to, but I felt goosebumps as I watched the doctor press his palm along her stomach, the tips of his fingers dipping just into her panty line at one point.

Before I knew it, it was my turn. I thought the doctor would tell Jessica her exam is over and she can go now, but he let her stay to watch. It was only fair.

I was wearing a tshirt, so he couldn’t get to my breasts as easily. He told me to just take it off for the time being, to make things a little quicker. I did as I was told, blushing the entire time, feeling like I’d been more exposed than Jessica had been since I actually removed my clothes. I was briefly grateful that I’d selected a lacy bra that morning because I saw each of them looking at my D cups unabashedly. Jessica didn’t look away when the doctor slipped his hand in and gave me a thorough check-up.

When it came time for my abdominal exam, I fumbled unbuttoning my shorts and ended up pulling them down a little further than necessary in my haste. A quick change of expression on the doctor’s face told me he didn’t mind the extra skin.

As he pressed against my abdomen, I realized he hadn’t changed gloves between Jessica and I. It’s all I could think about when he dipped his fingers slightly underneath my panty line as he’d done with her moments before.

After he was finished, he told me I could get dressed and we could both grab a completion letter at the front desk. He winked and thanked us for sharing.