Author: hugh2075

Amanda was really enjoying her summer job during the college holidays. Her mother, who was something of a snob, wanted her to do something in the professions rather than temping in an office. She had hoped to land Amanda a receptionist’s post with their GP, Dr. Reynolds. Amanda was fully aware that her mother had a crush on the doctor who himself had a reputation as a ladies’ man. She had noticed in the past that whenever her mother visited Dr. Reynolds with even the most trivial complaint, she always spent at least an hour beforehand deciding which set of her best underwear to put on in case he should hopefully want to examine her and had even heard her telling her best friend that "Dr. Reynolds has such a delicious way of asking you to take off your knickers!"

However, as luck would have it, Amanda found herself another job as a temporary receptionist with the local gynaecologist, Dr. Jeremy St. John Watson. Mummy was hugely impressed. Amanda would spend two weeks learning the job from the regular receptionist, Miss Clark, before that lady went away for three weeks on a cruise.

Miss Clark ruled the practice with a rod of iron. She frightened the patients and protected Dr. St. John Watson, whom she adored, like a lioness. But Amanda soon learned that that was all a front and, in fact, Miss Clark was great fun and told her all sorts of gossip about the patients, as well as little jokes about the doctor himself.

“Do you know why he wears a bow tie?” she asked Amanda one morning when they were sorting out the post before the great man arrived. “ He didn’t always. In fact, he used to wear ordinary ties, although naturally made of silk. On this occasion he was not wearing his waist coat and the end of the tie dropped between the patient’s open legs just as he started to do an internal exam. He didn’t see it was there and pushed it right up this woman’s fanny. As soon as she left, he sent me out to buy him a bow tie.”

Amanda’s role was to welcome the patients, check them off against the appointment book, answer the phone, and make the coffee. She was given a short white nylon overall, which Miss Clark recommended she wear over just a bra and knickers, along with white tights. The overall was edged with blue and had her name and the surgery logo on the left breast. Miss Clark, meanwhile, would usher the patients into the doctor’s consulting room when it was their turn and then a few minutes later when a buzzer sounded on her desk, go back in again. She explained to Amanda that the buzzer was the signal that Dr. St. John Watson wished to examine the patient, and her task would be to take the patient through to the examination room, help her undress, get into position on the couch and act as chaperone throughout the exam before finally helping the patient get dressed again. Amanda was surprised that these grown women needed help and couldn’t do it for themselves. She was later to learn that this was Miss Clark’s little perk.

By the time Miss Clark went on holiday, Amanda was fully trained in the working of the practice. She noted that most of the women only came in for checkups and was surprised by how much they seemed to enjoy their examination. She had never previously been asked to unhook another woman’s bra, but the doctor’s patient seemed to take it for granted that she would do it for them. Once all their clothes had been removed, Amanda would help them put on a short kimono-style dressing gown before they settled themselves on the examination couch, after which Amanda would press a hidden switch to summon Dr. St. John Watson.

At first Amanda was puzzled that the patients took so much trouble to wear new and exciting underwear when they would remove all their clothes before the doctor entered the room. Then she realized he played a little game with them. Every now and then he would come in early and catch them partly undressed. They would pretend to be embarrassed while he would apologize profusely, compliment them on their choice of lingerie and wash his hands while they removed their last intimate garments. Amanda was treated to an astonishing array of undergarments. These ranged from matching lacy bra-and-knicker sets, teddys, camisoles, French knickers and even peekaboo bras, to basques, suspenders and stockings.

Once the examination began, Amanda had to open the top of their gowns for the stethoscope and breast check and then help the patient to get into position with her legs wide open ready for the internal exam and smear test.

Amanda had never ever thought she had lesbian tendencies, but now she was beginning to wonder. She quickly noticed the suppressed sexual tension in the exam room. Whether this was due to having to undress completely in front of a total stranger, or excitement about what was to follow, she did not know. Most of all, she began to envy these women the pleasure of having Dr. St. John Watson’s long, slim, manicured fingers probe their most intimate and delicate parts. She began to have erotic dreams about being screwed on the examination couch by her sexy boss, but quickly realized that professional etiquette would always prevent this from happening. Amanda even hinted to her boyfriend, Nigel, that she wanted to play sexy doctor/patient games, but he was too busy preparing for a cycling holiday with the scouts to listen.

Normally, Dr. St. John Watson took Friday afternoon off to play golf with Dr. Reynolds, but during the final week prior to Miss Clark’s return he asked Amanda if she would stay on as he had a special patient coming in for her annual checkup, adding that her schedule was extremely busy. Amanda was very excited to learn that the special patient was Penelope Alexander, the pop singer turned movie star who was married to an equally famous TV presenter. The doctor also told her that he would be leaving immediately after he had seen his famous patient and asked her to lock up.

Friday came and with it Penelope Alexander who arrived precisely on time. She immediately dismissed her entourage who went outside to wait in her Rolls Royce. She was greeted warmly by Dr. St. John Watson who kissed her on the cheek and, after introducing her to Amanda, ushered her in his consulting room. A quarter of an hour later the buzzer sounded and Amanda went through to the inner sanctum.

“Ah, Amanda, please take Miss Alexander through to the examination room and help her to get ready,” said the doctor.

“Certainly, sir,” replied Amanda.

“So what’s happened to Clarki?” asked the star patient, putting down her ultra-expensive handbag and glancing around the room taking in the leather examination couch, covered by its paper sheet and the dishes of gleaming steel instruments laid out in readiness. “It’s unusual for her to miss one of my appointments. She enjoys them too much,” said Penelope with a wink.

“She is on holiday, and I am standing in for her.”

“And Jeremy tells me you are very good, so perhaps we had better get on with it,” replied Penelope, and began to unzip her midnight blue dress. Underneath it she was wearing dove grey, silk underwear. First Amanda helped her to take off her short slip and then went behind her to unhook the half cup under-wire bra which was edged with white lace. Next. Penelope leaned against the couch as Amanda carefully rolled down her tights for her, then held out one of the examination gowns ready for her to put on.

“Oh, I never bother with one of those," she said with a smile, cupping her pert breasts, the nipples of which were already fully erect. “I just enjoying teasing Jeremy. Don’t you think I’m naughty?”

Amanda didn’t know what to say, so just smiled. At that point the doctor entered.

“So sorry, Jeremy, we’re keeping you waiting and you want to be off to golf,” pouted the movie star as she climbed onto the couch and lay down.

“Quite so,” muttered the doctor. “Amanda, remove Miss Alexander’s knickers, if you would be so kind.”

“Jeremy, you are so old-fashioned. These are not just knickers, they are floral lace shorts!” teased Penelope as she lifted her hips to allow Amanda to peel the knickers off and slip them down the star’s long tanned legs. Amanda immediately noticed how wet they were and how Penelope’s neatly trimmed pubic triangle gleamed damply. She also caught the earthly scent of arousal which she had become accustomed to in recent weeks.

The examination began and Penelope complained throughout the procedure, first that the stethoscope was too cold and then that the doctor had failed both to warm his hands and the steel vaginal speculum. Dr. St. John Watson wasted no time in completing his task, bid his patient and Amanda farewell and was soon on his way to the golf course.

“That’s the trouble with Jeremy, he never takes you all the way," said Penelope with a deep sigh. “Amanda, would you be an absolute sweetie and wipe all that lube stuff off my pussy for me, please?”

“Er, yes, if you want me to.”

“Oh, yes, darling, that is exactly what I want you to do.”

Amanda picked up a handful of tissues, took a deep breath and started to wipe the lube from the inside of Penelope’s thighs and gradually worked her way upwards. Penelope began to moan and urged Amanda to wipe harder. Then she felt something brush the back of her leg and a hand slid up under her nylon overall into to the top of her knickers; fingers eased over her bottom and down between her legs. Penelope quickly reached her climax but Amanda was by no means satisfied and blurted out how she had wanted Jeremy to have her on the couch.

A gleam came into Penelope’s eye. “You poor darling! Don’t you realize that will never happen. He’s gay!”

She told the stunned Amanda to go and lock the front door, then quickly come back. Amanda did as she was told and returned sadly to the examination room to find Penelope wearing the doctor’s white coat with his stethoscope hooked around her neck.

“Now, Amanda, take off all your clothes and lay on the couch,” she commanded.

That afternoon was the most exciting of Amanda’s life so far.