This is not my story. I got it from another site. It's one of my favorite stories, though:
When I was 17 I had only got to second base with my girlfriend at the time.
She was 17 and I was the first guy who had ever seen and played with her luscious and perfect 35C breasts, with perfect, large aureole. They were a light brown, and not a pink, and their contrast with her light skin was wonderful. Much to her horror, she once wore a white swimsuit, and they definitely showed through, and because I was the only one in her backyard we were able to laugh at the situation and be turned on by it.
It was also the first time I admitted to a girlfriend that I was excited over her being embarrassed by her own nudity. This was because a year earlier, when she was 16, and before I had met her, she was fully exposed for the first time in her life to a guy. The fact he was a doctor didn’t matter to her, as she had a deep fear of being seen nude.
When she was 16 she got a chest cold, and was taken to the hospital, and told to completely disrobe, and given (this seems strange, but I had heard of it) something like a thin, unfitted white sheet to wrap around herself.
The doctor, was about 33, she guessed, and she never met before. He did the usual preliminary stuff, and used a stethoscope, and didn’t remove her “sheet” from her, which she had wrapped around her body. Or course she was nervous over being exposed, and worried every moment that the exam would involve her breasts being uncovered.
Eventually, that was exactly what happened, and she was told to lower her arms, and the doctor pulled down the sheet (I’ll call it that, unless someone has a better term for it), and he became the first male since she developed to see her naked, 16 year old C cup breasts in all of their glory.
And it get worse. (Or better, depending on your point of view.) She was told to get off of the exam table where she had been sitting, and stand, and turn around. With an air of, “I’m a doctor and this doesn’t mean anything to me”, he had her do deep breathing while he had the stethoscope to her back.
Taking hold of her arms, one at a time, he lifted them above her head, the sheet slipping into uselessness with each repositioning. Finally, she was told to lower her arms and, while standing, the sheet fell to her feet and he continued to examine her breasts, while she was completely nude. He even lifted her breasts with ungloved hands, though he never touched her nipples, which were hard and pointed due to the cold.
All of it seemed for nothing, because she was given general over the counter medicine, and not anything special. This was in the mid 80s, and soon afterward, gloves for every literal procedure became the norm, as did AMA articles relating to how doctors were not to expose anymore of a patient’s body than necessary. But I did live through a time when the attitude was, “You’re at the doctor’s, there is nothing “sexual” about you at this time.” Other stories lead me to believe it was far “worse” in the 50s and 60s.
As my girl told me this story I asked her for details. The conversation began with my asking her if I was the only guy who had ever seen her breasts. She understood my getting excited over it, but assured me she was deeply embarrassed over the experience.