I’ve been thinking a lot about external exams at a place other than the gynecologist. So for todays recap we take it all the way back umpteen years ago to when I was 18. I had recently discovered that I loved the doctors touch. I looked forward to getting my annual physical more than virtually anything.
I’m laying on my back clad in nothing but my undies and the doctor is pushing on my tummy. Getting closer and closer to the waist band.
I get nervous. I know it’s coming. She is going to see and touch me down there. There is nothing I can do to stop it. And nothing I can do to stop these feelings that cause so much internal conflict.
“Next I’m going to do a genital exam. That means I need to check down there. Can you pull your undies down?”
I see her snap on a glove. I hook my thumbs in my waist band and pull my panties over my rear and to my knees.
Immediately my mind goes to- “is she going to judge me for shaving? Can she tell I masturbated 10 times last night thinking about today. Please please please say you can’t tell I’m turned on. “
“Part your legs. Just taking a look”
My head is on a paper cover pillow. I look down. I see her hand about to touch me. I’d hate to know what my heart rate was. Those white gloves inching closer and closer.
“I’m going to touch you now”
I felt an instance sense of relief. I have no idea why. My nerves lessened. And I just decided to enjoy the ride. And I kinda forgot what was happening. I got distracted. Maybe I have ADHD? Oo Squirrel!
She spread me. I looked down at her hand. And then over. I see my undies at my knees. I see my feet sticking up.
“Any plans for this summer?”
“Yeah. We are going to go the beach ugh”. She like touched my labia.
My attention again went to my feet. Damn the pedicure I got still looks good. What is that? Damn it is that a chip in the paint. When the fuck did that happen?”
“Just a little spread here”
I looked at her hand again. It was weird at that point to see someone else touching me there.
And I swear she like put her finger in maybe an inch and touched my urethra? Like it felt like I had to pee. I dunno maybe I made that up.
Then her hand pulled back. I had a sense of relief. I tried to make a note of everything she’d done so I could play it over again in my head. I was so ready to get out of there. I went to pull up my panties. Alone time can’t come soon enough.
Anyway. To answer your question I love the external exam. It’s amazing how what was maybe a minute of my day absolutely made my year.