I had an appointment with the skin specialist at one of those “express care” clinics, due to some pain in the skin over my ribs, right side. Their dermatologist was a lovely eastern European woman in her early 40s, very talkative, friendly and warm.
She had me take off my shirt, and examined the affected area, soon determining there was nothing seriously wrong. She also inspected the skin at my back, my underarms, etc. She then asked, "While you're here, would you like me to do a full-body exam? No extra charge."
That sounded good to me. I agreed, and she nodded. "Take off your pants and underwear, please."
I slipped out of my shoes. Then, with my back turned to her, I unbuckled, unzipped, and let my pants and briefs slide to the floor, giving her a view of my hips and newly bare legs. I turned back to face her as I stepped out of my pants, with my still-flaccid cock comfortably swaying slightly at what felt like bottom-of-scrotum length.
It felt wonderful being fully naked in front of the beautiful, smiling woman in her white lab coat, with the hum of the florescent lights blessing us both.
She conducted a *very* thorough skin exam, including hips, parted hips, my upper thighs, my pubic mound, and when the time came, still chatting freely, she casually lifted my cock off my scrotum to check his underside. Still holding him with her left hand, she used her right fingertips to smooth out the folds on the front of my nutsack, to inspect the skin there.
With her fingertips on my cock, I was starting to get hard, which she could not have failed to notice. But she took it all in stride, still chatting about growing up as an immigrant in the U.S., and lowered him when her inspection was finished.
As I finished getting dressed, she said, "I really enjoyed talking with you. It's a good idea to have that kind of exam done once a year, so please let me see you again."
That was a happy prospect.