Visiting the Doctor

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I hated going to the doctor. I never trusted those guys. They think they know everything but more often than not they don’t! I had avoided our family doctor’s surgery for years. However this chest infection was not going away by itself and I realised I was going to need some prescription medicine.

“Miss Jones, I haven’t seen you in years” welcomes Dr. Adams as I enter his surgery. “How you’ve… grown” he adds gingerly, clearing his throat. Now 21, I hadn’t paid Dr. Adams a visit since my mid teens. I was quite slim back then and my figure has since developed into that of a woman, curvy with a large 36DD bosom and shapely hips, clearly seen through my scoop neck t-shirt and jeans. Dr. Adams is in his early forties; a tall, attractive man, but not really my type. As far as I know he is still married. As I take a seat I think I catch Dr. Adams’ eyes fixed on what seems to be far below my neckline, but as I raise my head he promptly makes eye contact. I want to be out of here as quickly as possible. Without delay I describe my symptoms for what I assume to be a chest infection.

Dr. Adams however, is not entirely convinced. Typical! He says he would like to examine me and asks me to lie on the bed. I reluctantly comply, thinking this completely unnecessary. I lay down on my back as Dr. Adams approaches me. He seems to linger beside me for quite some time before pulling out his stethoscope, which he tells me he is going to use to examine my chest. He carefully places it below my neckline, remaining very silent as he hovers above me. Lying there, outstretched on the bed, I hear nothing but the sound of his breathing as he slowly moves the stethoscope over my chest. I wonder if he is always such a heavy breather.

He begins to slip the chest piece under the neck line of my t-shirt, nudging the material upwards. I shoot him a questioning look, and he shifts, clearing his throat. “I’m going to have to ask you to remove your t-shirt please Miss Jones.” Seeing as I’m not really in a position to refuse, I pull my t-shirt up over my head, leaving me in nothing but my light blue jeans and white bra. I lie back down and feel the blood rush to my cheeks as my breasts spill out over the top of my bra. The doctor continues his examination, now moving his stethoscope over the tops of my breasts. I feel him softly pressing it into my flesh, moving closer and closer towards my bra. He places a hand just above my left breast, and softly massages each area while moving the stethoscope slowly along. Finally reaching the flesh of my breast, his fingers brush seamlessly under my bra. His touch is so smooth…I gulp. This whole situation is making me quite tense.

“Hmm, if you don’t mind Miss Jones, I’ll have to ask you to remove your jeans and underwear” Dr Adams says coolly, “I have some very curious findings here which require me to examine other parts of your body” he adds, in a matter-of-fact tone.