I have already written a true story of mine here:
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I think that was the beginning of my passion for medical examinations.
In the story I told I discovered how much it turned me on that a doctor could somehow exploit his position to create a situation in which to take advantage of him for sexual purposes.
After that experience with the gynecologist I was able to make my ex realize how much that doctor had been too inappropriate, so from that point on I was able to convince her to be accompanied to all subsequent medical examinations.
I realize now that that was probably an extreme case, many other visits made later with the same girl and with other girls thereafter went smoothly and with the utmost professionalism.
However, with a percentage of about 10% I can say that a very beautiful girl induces some male doctors to take somewhat excessive attitudes, though not to the point of being denounced, because always within a professionally justifiable limit.
The girl in question (the one in the story) was indeed very beautiful, and this allowed several cases of overly naked or overly accurate examinations to occur.
I found that some attitudes of these somewhat butterfly doctors are recurrent and easily recognized. So being having this passion of seeing embarrassment in the girl who finds herself more naked than she hoped for I always operated so that the butterfly doctor felt reassured by my presence and fulfilled his craving (within the extreme limits of professionalism).
The following is a 100% true story, every single element is drawn from my vivid memory and represents exactly what happened. Also having a passion for writing, I wrote what happened in a form of a short story and not just a sequence of memories. I will put this story in the Library section as soon as I have finished telling you here the sequence of that visit that was the forerunner to this passion for me.
In particular, there was a time when my former Lorena (made-up name) had gastro-enteric problems probably due to the excessive stress of the period (she was preparing hard for selections for employment).
The name of an internist doctor who had solved some troublesome problems for a friend of hers was suggested to her.
So she booked the exam for the following week.
It was late spring and Lorena was dressed in a skirt just above her knees-a T-shirt and a light cotton sweater on top.
The doctor's office was located in a residential area of town, in a building that overlooked the sea. We rang the intercom and a male voice answered, "second floor."
My heart was pounding; it was one of the first examinations in which I had accompanied her, although I knew it would probably end with a shirt lifted just to reveal her belly and a palpation of her abdomen.
We climbed the stairs quickly, arrived up we rang the doorbell, a few seconds later the door opened. We were greeted by a man in his 60s, white hair, dressed in a shirt and pants. The entrance looked nothing like a doctor's office, but more like a home than an office.
He seated us in a room with chairs and pictures more in keeping with a doctor's waiting room. The man said to us, take a seat, I'll be right with you. We sat down, looking as if we were waiting for something we did not know. After about 8 minutes a door opened the man came out while wearing a white coat and invited us to enter the examination room.
The room was a classic doctor's office room, a bit of a mess, many medical books open on top of each other. Many boxes of medications on the tables. There was no shortage of the classic examination bed with the paper sheet that looked new, not crumpled.
The doctor immediately began to put Lorena and me at ease; he had an innate comic ability, and immediately managed to make us laugh and relax.
He asked us both looking at each other, who the visit was for, and it was strange because the name on the reservation was my girlfriend's name. Lorena said "it's for me," "I suffer from frequent periods of abdominal bloating and difficulty with digestion and it's strange because I've never had such problems."
So the doctor lost a notepad, no computer, and started asking a lot of questions. From general conditions to specific questions. He seemed to be going over every system and apparatus of my girlfriend with words. Of course there was no shortage of questions about the urogenital system, very specific.
With each question he marked things on the sheet. I looked at the sheet, it was not schematic, but almost as if the topics were grouped in little clouds and not tables, I found that unusual.
About 25 minutes passed in questions and answers and further questions dependent on the answers. Finally he said "well now let's get to the examination, since I have to weigh you I ask you to remove your sweater, skirt and shoes."
Lorena a little dumb, thought of an abdominal examination, but she did not make a peep, got up immediately, untied her shoes and took them off and, took off her sweater and finally began to lower her skirt.
At that point Lorena was left with her T-shirt on, black pantyhose revealing a black thong and a marble ass like a Greek statue.
The scene was unexpected and my heart began to jump in my chest.
The doctor then turned to her and said, "take off your shirt too please, you'll have to take it off in the rest of the examination anyway." Lorena smiled to disguise some of her embarrassment and immediately lifted her T-shirt revealing that flat belly divided in two by the white of the skin and the black of the pantyhose below the navel, and a third size black bra that held a breast that would probably stand on its own.
I looked around for a moment, and with astonishment I noticed the wide French doors leading onto the balcony with the curtains wide open; I could see passersby on the sidewalk downstairs.
So while my girlfriend was left alone in her underwear I asked the doctor if it was possible to close the curtain, amazed that it had not already been closed.
The doctor said certainly and went to the window, grabbed the wire that controls the curtain and closed it very little, practically still wide open, then said, but look no one can see us from below, consider that there is the reflection of the outside light on the glass, natural light I prefer it to neon light.
So I turned to Lorena who shrugged to mean, "never mind, let's hurry up and do this examination and leave."
The doctor came back to Lorena with one hand pointing to the scale while the other hand placed it on the girl's back, telling her "please watch the step," almost as if he was concerned that a young and physically fit girl would have trouble climbing the scale step.
Lorena stepped onto the scale, it was a medical scale with a rod attached to measure her height. At that point he had her stand with her back against the graduated rod and told her to remain still, then brought down the ruler for measuring height.
Lorena was then placed standing with her face turned toward me and in the direction of the window, I could see her body perfectly, her chest swelling and deflating rapidly, showing some tension and embarrassment, and I could see her breasts contained by her bra rise and fall in the rhythm of her breathing.
In that position Lorena arched her back a bit by leaning her abdomen outward, the doctor after reading the measurement noticed the position and then said "no no, you had to rest your whole back on the stirrup" so he gently pushed her abdomen pressing it so that the girl changed position, then he made her head stand up causing her neck to rest better and finally he put a hand on her chest to hold her so that the girl would not change position.
Needless to say, that hand on her chest turned me on in no small way. Lorena tried to look away and then crossed my gaze, not sure if she saw me embarrassed for her or aroused, anyway she decided to look away.
Taking the measurement, he also marked the weight and then invited her to come down and lie down on the crib with the usual hand resting just above her bottom.
The girl has just laid down and immediately the doctor comes up and says, let's start with the tummy, let's see how she looks, then we'll move on to the rest. I immediately gasp, what does the rest mean? Lorena on the other hand seems to think of something else, typical of her, in awkward situations she tries to think of something else.
The doctor then says, I ask you to put your arms behind the head, so as to make your abdomen flat even more than it already is." The girl complies, puts her hands behind her head and then rests her head on top of them.
Lorraine's belly is completely flattened, I can see the abdominal wall rhythmically inflating and deflating, and I can see the aorta pumping in the center of the abdomen just below the costal arch. That heart beats fast, the thong transpires between the pantyhose and the firm breasts dance to the rhythm of the breath, very sexy scene.
As I said the black pantyhose extended into the lower abdomen to just below the belly button the doctor so says "I will lower your pantyhose so we can perform an examination of the abdomen." The girl nods. The doctor starts to lower the pantyhose, however the material tends to move back to the memorized position, so he asks her to raise her butt so he can lower them more.
As he slides the pantyhose down below her hips, midway up her thighs, the panties tend to follow the tight fabric of the pantyhose, completely uncovering Lorena's pussy. I don't know if Lorena noticed how exposed she was, she seemed to be thinking about something else. The doctor took at least 10 seconds to notice that he had left her naked on the crib, then said " these better put them back on" and moved her panties upward, however he did so with little conviction leaving the girl anyway with half of her mound exposed to our view.
The girl at the doctor's words realized that she must be embarrassingly exposed, blushed and trusted the doctor to lift her panties back up, or at least part of them.
The examination begins with a visual analysis of breathing and abdomen.
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