He shifted to grab something that I couldn’t see from his bag. “Before I examine you further Chelsea, I’m going to blindfold you.” He was looking directly at me with cool, clinical eyes that were scorching hot, waiting for my unspoken consent to continue. I nodded in silence. My heart started pounding and my breathing became shallow as he approached me with a soft satin eye pillow in his beautiful hands. He looked down at me on the bed and I could already feel my body responding to him.

“I don’t want you to be anxious. I’ve examined your body many times Chelsea, so most everything I’m going to do should be relatively familiar to you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I said. And despite the quiver in my voice, I absolutely did.

“Good,” Sean said. Then he covered my eyes with the satin eye pillow and secured the elastic band around my head. “I’ll be right back.” I could hear water running in the bathroom and knew that he was washing his hands with warm water.

The first thing I felt was a hand atop each of my feet, first pressing down and then flexing up, before landing on my dorsalis pedis on either side. “We’ll start with a pulse check,” Sean said quietly, once again, feeling for a full 60 seconds.

As his hands left my feet, I wondered where he’d land next. Would it be on my popliteal pulse? Femoral? Brachial? Aortic? There were so many to choose from. Usually Sean’s exams consisted of radial, carotid, femoral, and dorsalis pedis, in that order. My whole body was standing at attention, trying to anticipate where I would feel his touch.

Next, a wave of coolness swept over me as Sean parted the gown slightly to expose my lower abdomen. “Hmmm,” he said quietly. “You chose to leave your panties on, Chelsea,” running his fingers slowly under the band of my panties and across my suprapubic area. I stiffened and my breathing became shallow.

“Isn’t that alright?” I asked cautiously, desperately wanting to be able to see his face right now.

“Of course it is,” Sean said calmly. “We can work around them …” he said, lowering them just far enough to access my right femoral, “… at least for now.” He located the pulse and palpated somewhat deeply, making me flinch.

“Take some deep breaths for me Chelsea,” he said calmly, knowing how turned on I was by the proximity of his hands to my nether regions. “Try and relax,” he said quietly, moving to my left side and repeating the process. “Good. That’s it.” His voice was both soothing and seductive, making it difficult for me to keep my hips still as I absorbed the delicious sensations teasing me between the legs.

Being blindfolded definitely heightened my other senses, and I was relying heavily on my hearing to try and anticipate where Sean would touch me next. I heard the clicking of metal on metal and knew he was handling his stethoscope, which instantly shot my heart rate up. To my surprise, I felt the cold diaphragm of the stethoscope land over my right femoral, as Sean’s other hand rested lightly on my abdomen. “I’m listening to the blood flow through your femoral arteries right now,” he said as he shifted the diaphragm to my left side. After an extended listen, I felt the diaphragm leave my groin. “Everything sounds good there,” he said in a calm, soothing voice. It reminded me of warm melted chocolate streaming languidly from a fondue fountain, thick and smooth and tantalizing.

Next I felt the cold diaphragm of Sean’s stethoscope moving clockwise around my belly and listening for bowel sounds. Though I couldn’t see him, I could hear him breathing. Feel the strength in his hands as he explored my abdomen with gentle precision. Hear his voice, focused and quiet and sexy as hell. “Any tenderness here?”

“No,” I was able to respond honestly.

“I’m glad,” he said. “I’m concerned about your body temperature, Chelsea.” I felt him run the digital thermometer across my forehead again. “How are you feeling?”

“Hot,” I responded honestly. I felt feverish and soaked between my legs. I heard the beep on the thermometer and then Sean said, “Hmm.”

“Is something wrong?” I asked nervously.

“Not to worry,” Sean said. “Just breathe, love.” He stepped away from the bed for what felt like a long while and when he came back I heard him place something on the bedside table – a glass perhaps? A dish?

He opened the top of my gown slowly and deliberately, exposing my breasts which were by then aching for his touch. “We’re going to have to get that temperature down,” he said quietly, spreading the gown wide and causing my breathing to become shallow and uneven. A moment later Sean ran an ice cube from my sternum down between my breasts and back and I gasped in surprise, my breasts moving quickly up and down as I tried to steady my breathing. “I need to cool you down, love,” he said calmly, working the melting ice cube slowly around my left breast in concentric circles, stopping just shy of my hard nipple. I whimpered in anticipation, but he had other plans, and turned his attention to my right breast to start the whole torturous process over again. “Shhhh,” Sean whispered, this time trailing the wet ice cube down to my navel and resting it there to slowly melt off. “Let it do its job, love.” I whimpered again as cold water dripped down my feverish body and soaked the top of my panties.

“Just breathe nice and easy,” Sean commanded, and then I felt the bell of his stethoscope over Erb’s point. Then he moved to my mitral valve, nestling his stethoscope underneath my wet left breast and listened there for a long, long time. “Good,” he said, his voice soothing and sexy. The auscultation had calmed my breathing a bit, if not my arousal, and I was able to hear Sean shift over to the bedside table and remove something from his bag. It sounded like he was uncapping something, and I suddenly recalled our dinner conversation about retrieving items from body cavities.

“Doctor?”

“Yes, Chelsea?”

“That’s not a tube of lipstick you have there, is it?” I whispered nervously, managing to ask without laughing. I listened carefully for his response because I knew this would make him laugh hysterically under normal circumstances.

“Not today, Chelsea,” he said with a quiet chuckle. I could feel him coming back toward the bed. “Go ahead and lift your hips for me, love,” Sean said calmly, and then began to pull my panties down, protracting the delicious humiliation of the exposure by moving very, very slowly, first over my pubic mound and then lower, exposing my vulva, wet and wanting. He moved at a leisurely pace, past my thighs, over my knees, down my calves, and past my ankles until my damp panties were completely off.

“Now,” he said. “About that temperature.”