Today was a great day for my love of exposing myself.
I'm applying for a new job. There is a requirement for an occupational physical. It's a weird form in that it only requires that an occupational physical be completed, but has no passing standards, and no real checklist, just a line that said “Occupational Physical - Results (with a short line for the answer), and date.”
I had my last physical six months ago. I thought that I could have gone there and just asked them if they would sign the form, but that place is about 30 minutes away from my home, and the form also requires some lab testing, so I knew it would require two trips. So, I decided to just find a new doctor closer to my home. My health insurance has an app that allows me to find in-network doctors close to my home. I found the closest one. The doctor had a Pakistani name, so I couldn't tell if it was male or female, so I Googled it, and found that she was a very attractive female, probably about 35 years old. The reviews said that there were short wait times for appointments. I have driven by the office several times, and I knew there were three doctors names on the sign, but all foreign names, and I couldn't tell the gender. I called this morning and told the receptionist that I needed a physical for a new job. She asked me if I wanted to come in in 2 hours. “Too cool," I thought, realizing that I was only hours away from a physical exam. I calmly said, “Yes, that would be fine.” The receptionist gave me the appointment, but in my excitement, I forgot to ask for the attractive physician that I saw. I was a little disappointed in myself, but figured that most doctors don't have me get undressed for exams any more, so it didn't really matter.
I got to the clinic a few minutes early and completed the paperwork. I Googled the second doctor and saw that she was also Indian or Pakistani, but was older. They also had a male NP and a female PA. I figured I had a 75% of seeing a female, so that was good, but, chiding myself for my exhibitionist tendencies, I told myself to be glad that I could get in today.
As I was waiting, I saw the older female doctor walking in the back of the clinic, so I guessed that I would be seeing her. An older female patient came to the front desk to check out, and I heard the receptionist ask her, “Did the doctor give you a Pap today?” This gave me a little bit of hope. If the doctor had asked an older female to get undressed, maybe she would ask a male patient to get undressed also.
I got called back by a nice, pleasant looking nurse, about 35 - 40 years old. She did the usual check-in questions, first in the hallway to check my vitals, and then in the exam room, with the door closed, to go over my health history. I looked around the room. I didn't see a supply of gowns. I figured that meant that they didn't have patients get undressed. After she finished up her questions she told me that she wanted me to stay seated and the doctor would be in in a few minutes. When she started to say, “I want you to…," I was beginning to think that she was going to tell me to get undressed, but, that didn't happen. I had a brief urge to ask her if I should get undressed for the exam, but I thought better of it, and sat there with all my clothes on.
After a brief wait, the doctor came in. She was, as I mentioned, Pakistani, about 50 - 60 years old, and a bit overweight. I guess I would call her appearance ‘motherly.’ She seemed thorough as she went through my history and took a lot of notes on her laptop. I figured that age didn't matter, I still like being examined by a female. I was hoping her thoroughness in her history would translate to a thorough exam, and also hoping that since she was older, maybe she was more ‘old-fashioned’ and still believed in a thorough physical.
I tried to keep my occupation undisclosed, but she eventually asked me directly what kind of work I do. “I'm a physician,” I told her. She was surprised and told me I was very humble. As you might expect, I could detect a slight change in her way of speaking to me after she learned this info.
After she completed her review of my history, she asked me to have a seat on the table. She came at me with her stethoscope, and I untucked my shirt. “Would you like me to take my shirt off?” I asked. She surprised me by saying ‘yes,’ so I pulled off my polo shirt and t-shirt, and sat on the bed bare-chested while she examined my carotids, lungs and heart. Then she asked me to lie down. She pulled out the table extension. As I lay down, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans all the way, exposing the top of my green boxers. She did a very nice abdominal palpation, which reminded me a lot of my first exciting exam from a female doctor when I was 13. She almost palpated down to base of my pelvis. It was quite exciting for me, and I started to get aroused, but it didn't show.
She started to check my ankles for swelling and asked me if I wanted to take my shoes and socks off so she could check my pulses. I said I didn't mind. She felt my pulses in my feet and ankles. I forgot exactly what happened next, but I remember asking her if she wanted me to take my pants off. She said, no, she only needed to check me for a hernia by slipping her hands down. I thought that still would be good, but it was really a strange hernia exam. She slipped her fingers inside my boxers and felt my inguinal area, without touching my scrotum at all, and had me turn my head and cough, while I was lying supine. Oh well, I thought. At least it was something. As she finished, I thought of one more thing. “I do have a history of varicoceles,” I mentioned, hoping she would examine them. She asked me a couple of questions, but didn't need to do a direct exam. Oh well, I tried.
She stepped out of the room for a minute to get her otoscope, and then returned to examine my mouth and ears. She finished up and asked me if there was anything she missed. I had early told her that I have a history of BPH (prostate enlargement) and had a chronically elevated PSA. I asked her if she thought I should get a prostate exam. She hemmed and hawed for a few moments, and asked me again when my last PSA blood test was and how long it had been since the MRI of the prostate. I really figured she would say it wasn't necessary, but then he said, “Yes, I think I would check it.” HURRAH!!!
I sat on the edge of the bed in anticipation, wondering what position she was going to put me in. She said, “Just a moment, I have to make sure I have everything." She got out her tube of lube and gloves and then said, “OK, I'm going to have you lie down. Lay on your left side.” I lay on my side. She then said the next thing. She spoke English well, but it was not her first language. I'm not sure if she meant what she said, but I took her literally. While I was laying down on my left side, she said, “I just need you to take your pants off.” WOW!!!! That was more than I could believe, and I wasn't going to ask her to clarify. You want me to take my pants off, I thought? OK, you got it! My pants were still unbuttoned and unzipped from the abdominal exam, so I quickly pulled both my pants and my underwear all the way off and threw them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. I was COMPLETELY NAKED!!! Believe it or not, I was thinking, “I can't wait to tell the people on Zity about this.” I became partly erect, but was lying on my side facing away from her, so she couldn't see. She told me she wanted my left leg straight and my right knee bent, so I got in position. Getting in that position not only gave her a good view of my anus, but also meant that she would definitely get a good view of my scrotum while she was examining me. The exam went well. Her finger felt sooo good going in. Of course, as she started feeling my prostate, I got a feeling in my penis about an inch back from the end that made me feel like I was about to ejaculate or some fluid was going to drip out, but neither occurred. In fact, as I was lying on my side, I was watching my penis. I was hoping for a 100% full erection, but it didn't look like it was happening. Since I was totally naked, I knew that I would have to flip back on my back when she was done. The exam probably lasted 20 seconds, and she told me what she found. I flipped back over on my back, and to my complete joy, found that my penis was probably 80% erect. It was definitely long and pointing up 1 to 2 o'clock position. It wasn't fully standing up in the air, but forming a large arc with the head of my penis resting on my abdomen. I saw her glance at it, and then immediately turn away. She spent a long time washing her hands. I stood up and put my underwear on, and did my best to make my erection visible in my underwear, but she kept washing her hands, so, not wanting to seem like a total perv, I went ahead and put my pants on. The rest was just finishing up.
So …. not the younger, cute doctor, but still an opportunity to fulfil my fetish fantasies. Writing this here is the first thing I've done since I got home.
Thanks for letting me share.