I got aroused at the GYN today!

Of course, the whole exam thing is "arousing" or none of is would be here, right. So, we think about it, and we probably masturbate with these thoughts. Some people have played it out in a fantasy scenario. I have noticed in videos that the female "patients" will make audible sounds when they are examined --- touched, finger inserted, speculum inserted, etc. Today - that was me.

My GYN appt was at 1PM so I took a half-day from work. I went into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit just to make sure everything was ok. I brought clean panties and changed into them (my GYN has you leave your panties on until the pelvic exam),

So, for the people who want to know what I wore --- it was a "simple knit dress" and sandals. Plain white bra and plain white bikini panties from Hanes for Her.

The doctor was running on time so my 12:55 arrival gave me just enough time to update my information and sit down for about a minute. But - I had been thinking about this examination since I made the appointment a few months ago, and the last week it has almost been a constant thought. I don't really have any very specific thoughts - but two thoughts seem to dominate. The 1st is the undressing and the 2nd is the lying on the exam table with my feet in the stirrups.

The medical assistant opened the door and called my name - we stopped in the hallway to do a height & weight check. As we entered the exam room, she said something to me about how I would like Megan. I asked who Megan was and they told me that's who would be doing my exam. She said they called me this morning and asked if that would be ok because my regular doctor - Dr. Nunnelly - had been called away on an emergency. This is the first that I heard of it and then I checked my phone and - sure enough - there was the message . . . a message that Dr.McCoin ("Megan") was available to keep the appointment if I had no objection. Well, the first thing is that I'm not used to referring to my doctors by their first names and the second thing is that I have never been examined by a female doctor (although I have recently been getting curious).

Now, all of this happened in a matter of seconds and I processed the information and consented to the doctor change. The medical assistant asked me to sit on the edge of the exam table and went through the standard drill of filling out paperwork and asking me questions. She took my blood pressure and I was surprised that she used one of those new thermometers that they run across your forehead (a "temporal scanner") to take my temperature --- have never had that done before, but it all happened so quickly. Then, she told me to wait patiently and the doctor would be in to see me. I thought that was odd since the next instructions usually involved my undressing.

Again, this waiting time is when I look around the exam room and the anxiety begins - but time passed very quickly and there was a knock on the door and in walked "Megan", the doctor. Professional looking, but cute and very pleasant. Offered apologies on behalf of the practice and asked if I had any questions. She took the time to chat and get to know me. She asked if I had any questions or was having any difficulties. All the while, I'm getting to like her and I am wanting her to examine me. "Wanting her" is different than "it's OK if she does it". I want to feel her touch.

So, after all of this talking, she handed me the exam gown --- no words about undressing --- and she pulled a curtain around the exam table. She told me to let her know when I was ready. That was different - but I heard her doing something on the other side of the curtain - water running so I guess she was washing her hands. A knock on the door and she answered - and that was the arrival of the medical assistant to assist with the exam. The thought now hit me that there would be two women in the room where there used to only be one under the supervision of the male doctor - that seemed OK, but this was having a different effect upon me. Anyhow, it didn't take me long to slip out of my dress, bra, and sandals - and to put the exam gown on. Just as I was doing that, Megan said, "opening in the front" and that was different because it has always been with the opening in the back. As in exams past, I left my panties on and no - unlike fantasy GYN exams - I was not wearing a garter and stockings with heels! I sat back on the edge of the exam table and told her I was ready. She pulled back the curtain and there she and the medical assistant stood. I was feeling a slight arousal coming over me - hard o explain how that felt - more in my mind that anything.

The exam went like most - top to bottom - but I found out that the reason she preferred for patients to put the exam gown on with the opening in the front is that she can simply pull it to the side to examine the breasts and abdomen and not have to completely expose the patient by dropping it to their waist. Megan approached a bit more slowly and softly than the male doctor(s) have. Her hands were soft and she had a lighter touch. When she examined my breasts it was as if she was handling fine china as opposed to kneading bread - and it was this touch, the same way throughout the examination - that caused my level of arousal to increase causing my nipples to become erect and sensitive to the touch when she examined them AND to cause me to feel a warmth tingling in my lower parts. As she concluded her above-the waist examination, I felt very warm between my legs; when I shifted my weight, I could feel that there was wetness between my legs.

As Megan was making some notes on my chart, the medical assistant pulled the stirrups out from the edge of the table and gave me the standard instructions that every woman has heard, “Put your feet in the stirrups and slide your bottom down to the edge of the table.” I didn’t quite know how to address the fact that I was still wearing panties! Then, Megan spoke up, “If you’re one of our older doctor’s patients, now would be the time to remove your panties.” Everything was happening as though previously orchestrated. Megan was so comfortable in this environment, she interacted well with the medical assistant, and it was if she had gotten into my head and knew what I was thinking. I sure hope she didn’t know the arousal that I was feeling! As it was all in one movement, I slid my bottom to the end of the table, raised my hips and slid my panties off as my feet raised and then lowered into the stirrups. I looked at my panties coming down my legs and I noticed that there was a wet spot in them. Oh no! This had never happened before. The medical assistant was at my side to guide my panties down my legs and off. At the same time, Megan had positioned herself between my legs and it was her hands I felt, one on each leg, at the top of my thighs, gently separating my legs while she was talking to me. At this point in the exam, my head is usually turned to the side and my eyes may be closed.

Not this time. As Megan separated my legs, I could feel the coolness of the air because of the warmth between my legs. I also felt as though I was wet. The medical assistant directed my attention to an overhead mirror mounted behind Megan and directed to my feet in the stirrups and my spread legs. I could see everything – and what I saw was that I had done a very good job of shaving – I keep myself shaved below the vaginal lips and only a thinly trimmed strip above. But – I also saw that I was “glistening” with wetness and my vaginal lips were separated.

Megan had put exam gloves on both hands and, while still gently speaking to me, was examining the outside of my vagina. I had to make a conscious effort not to gyrate my hips or move forward to her touch. Next, it was time for the speculum insertion and the pap smear. Unlike the fantasy GYN videos, (1) the speculum exam is performed before any other insertion, and; (2) no lubricant other than water is used on the speculum; (3) the speculum is inserted s that the handle is facing down. Megan was so gentle as she spread the lips of my vagina and inserted the speculum. I felt the walls of my vagina pulsating on the speculum as she opened it. She did the pap smear and I hardly noticed the insertion of the swab into my cervix. I watched as Megan removed the speculum and I noticed that my vagina was now very wet, and very open, and I was very aroused. I wanted more.

Megan continued talking to me, letting me know what she was doing. She had her left hand on the inside of my thigh and with her right hand, she steadily inserted her index finger all the way inside of me. No lubricant was used, nor was it required. An involuntary spasm on my part and I squeezed on her finger and she told me to relax. I couldn’t help it – it felt so good. She moved her finger around deep inside of me, feeling every surface, and as she did, I would occasionally spasm and constrict the walls of my vagina on her finger and she would remind me to relax. When she removed her finger, the walls of my vagina were pulsating!

I saw her squirting K-Y lubricant on her index and middle fingers as she was telling me that she was going to be examining my tubes and ovaries. I felt the tip of her two fingers at the opening to my vagina and another involuntary spasm occurred. She stopped the pressure and kept her fingers at the opening until the spasm subsided and then she slowly, but steadily, inserted her fingers deeply inside of me. As she did, I gasped aloud –and not a gasp of pain but a gasp of pleasure that every woman knows. With the fingers that were inserted inside of my vagina, Megan would push up, and with her other hand outside, she would press across my abdomen to feel the tubes and ovaries. I’m sure that my heartbeat was elevated and I was breathing in a rhythm with her palpations. I would sigh as she pushed on my abdomen from the outside and the vaginal wall from the inside. I was beginning to perspire and squint my eyes. Remember that none of this took very long but it was wonderful and seemed like an eternity while it was occurring. Megan removed her fingers and – although I was sorry for that to happen – I didn’t know how long I could retain my composure and not have a sexual response.

As I remember from past examinations, this is when it was over and that’s what I thought when I saw Megan taking off her gloves. But – as she was putting on new gloves she asked me had I ever had a “recto-vaginal exam”. Well, because of my reading on fetish and non-fetish sites, I had a rough idea what that was but, no, I have never been examined in this way. She told me that it really is a matter of preference among patients and their doctors but that she would recommend it – if I did not mind. What was I to say?

I’m still spread in the stirrups and my vagina is very wet – from natural wetness and from lubrication. Megan positioned herself between my legs and, as she was telling me that she was going to insert a finger into my anus, I felt her finger at my anus applying pressure. It caught me so by surprise that I gasped – and this made me loosen up – and her finger was in my anus. Oh it felt so good and that spasm occurred and I squeezed on her finger. Then, she was telling me that she was going to insert a finger in my vagina, and I felt that but it was a steady insertion along with the finger in my anus (which is now my rectum). Oh wow! Did that ever feel good! Now both of her fingers are fully inserted and moving around inside. My arousal was increasing and all of a sudden I felt myself push slightly against her fingers and sort of moan - and then I caught myself. BUT, I think Megan knew what was happening to me because she put her hand on the inside of my thigh and told me to relax, it’s OK – that kind of talk and the medical assistant had probably seen this before because she stood closer to me and held my hand. Then it was over and Megan slowly removed her fingers, feeling the inside of my vagina and rectum/anus as she did.

Megan backed the stool away from the exam table and her position between my legs. The medical assistant helped me get my feet out of the stirrups and get into a sitting position at the end of the exam table. Megan told me that everything looked fine and to meet her in her office after I got dressed. The medical assistant handed me some tissues and told me that I could get dressed. She pulled the curtain around the exam table just like Megan had done – and she stayed in the room . . . I guess, doing clean-up.

I was still tingling, warm, and WET down below. Would it be proper to lie back and take care of this problem? Certainly not with the medical assistant there! I got off the table and used the tissues. Oh! Yes, I was wet and it felt so good to touch “down there”. For just a few seconds, I rubbed myself but I knew I couldn’t continue. I got dressed and, almost on cue, the medical assistant asked if I was ready to see the doctor. When I said, “Yes,” she pulled the curtain back and led me out of the room, down the hall, and into the doctor’s (Megan’s) office.

Megan was seated behind her desk, very professional-like. She asked me to take a seat. She pulled out my chart and went over the examination – telling me everything that she did step by step. Blood pressure and temperature normal, heart rate normal, respiration normal . . . breasts, no lumps; nipples, no discharge. Hearing her talk like this was again beginning to arouse me. In past examinations, the doctor just left the room after saying everything was OK. Then she noted that my pubic hair was trimmed and shaved – she told me to use care not to cut myself and to look for ingrown pubic hairs – “They can be a real problem,” she said. I had visions of myself lying in the stirrups with her examining me. I was embarrassed and aroused at the same time knowing that I was looking into the eyes of the woman who had just seen me from the bottom up – literally. Vagina, normally developed and firm (what does that mean?). Pap smear to lab. Cervix, visible. And now it got even more intimate – Perineum, no abnormality or scarring. Anus, constricted, no hemorrhoids, lesions, or fissures. Rectum, no hemorrhoids, fecal sample to lab (eeewww!!!). Then she looked up, smiled, stood up and extended her hand and told me to make another appointment within a year.

What an experience. I was still tingling “down below”. Walking to my car I felt as if anybody who saw me knew what had just happened to me and how I was feeling. When I got into my car, I really wanted to sit there and . . . masturbate, but how could I do that?