My previous doctor was a tall, good-looking woman, and I loved the moments in her exams when she'd say, "Please lie down, then pull up your shirt and loosen your pants."
I loved everything about it...feeling the crinkle of the paper on the examination table, the cool air of the room on my exposed belly (still flat) as I pulled up my shirt, the sounds of my belt buckle as I opened it, the feeling of my zipper coming down part way.
I loved the feeling of her palpating my upper belly. But the most wonderful part was her unzipping me the rest of the way, and pulling my underwear down to the lower limits of my pubic hair so she could palpate my lower belly, too. Very much like my photo, but with my hair in place. Her questing fingertips always made their way into my pubis.
I sometimes started to get an erection at this point, which she could not have failed to notice, but it seemed OK with her.
She wasn't trying to get personal...just doing a thorough job. But I loved it.
I would sometimes fantasize about her pulling down my pants the rest of the way with me still in that position, to do a hernia or prostate exam with me lying supine on her table, but it never happened. Those were always standing up, and bent over from behind, respectively. Fun, but those palpations... โค๏ธ
She's no longer practicing, and my new M.D. is a guy in his thirties. Won't be the same.