5 comments/ 153618 views/ 14 favorites Gynecologist at Play Ch. 01 By: Dr. Clam I am happy to share my erotic experiences on this forum because I have come to appreciate and respect it as a place where the freedoms of thought and expression nurture the exchange of sexually thrilling encounters. These are my stories. You should also know that for the past two years my office nurse has shared my bed and my voracious sexual appetite. She is every man's dream of a partner in intimacy, and she has a fetish for enjoying fantasy-inspired sex like no one I have ever known. There will be stories about her in later chapters. I'll call her Beth (a pseudonym, of course), and I'll begin by describing how 18 months ago she provided the spark that ignited my passion in the office place. For a long time, Beth and I had shared a private joke about having sex. It was veiled in the innocent expression "be nice," and it always had the unspoken meaning of having sex together. One day, 18 months ago, a very sweet and quite attractive patient of mine shared with Beth her increasing sexual frustration, induced by her husband's total lack of attention to her intimate needs. I had seen this woman numerous times over several years, and she had only once mentioned to me that her libido had been wasted on her husband. As I passed Beth in the hall on my way to the treatment room where Donna (not her real name) awaited me, she pulled me into another room and said I should "be nice" to Donna because she is greatly in need of attention from a man. I just laughed and jokingly said something similar to "she better watch out because I am very horny this morning." I entered the room and I was stunned by her appearance, especially her smile. She looked great, even in the examination gown that would not flatter a super model. She was 34 years old, about 5'5" tall, weighed 125 lbs, and wore her auburn hair in a short and eye-catching style. I had always thought she was really cute, and that she was likely to be a tigress in bed. She was unusually warm in her greeting to me, maintaining contact with her handshake a little longer than necessary, as if to send a message. The conversation turned totally clinical while I progressed through the litany of diagnostic questions. When we reached the point of beginning her internal exam, she asked if I would first examine her breasts. Without waiting for my agreement, she laid back onto the examining table, untying the gown and opening it to reveal her breasts as she reclined. I instantly recalled and renewed my past fascination with the beauty of her breasts. They were very average in size, but the symmetry and large, provocative nipples were awesome, and they were profoundly testing my professional demeanor. While lying down, her breasts settled into her chest and I felt the blood beginning to rush to my cock. I made a mental note that my reaction must have resulted from Beth's comments earlier about Donna's needing some attention. I began with the usual questions about whether or not she had felt any abnormalities or experienced any pain in her breasts. She said the only pain she felt was the neglect of her husband. Her comment was the switch that set me off. I knew then that our session would be far more than the usual, largely impersonal examination. I pressed my hands onto her breasts and began rubbing and feeling them. She sighed deeply when I did so, and then tilted her head back and closed her eyes. I ceased asking questions and just massaged her magnificent tits, with my own excitement increasing as I watched her nipples become erect. I could not keep my fingers away from them, so I boldly took her hard nipples between my thumbs and index fingers and squeezed them gently while pressing her tits downward and with a circular motion. As the depth of her breathing increased she made eye contact with me and said, "thank you" in a trembling voice. At that point, I decided I would let this encounter go wherever it might take us. I told her she was a beautiful woman, and any straight man would find her highly desirable. She responded by moving her hand off the examining table and touching my cock, which was about to tear through the light fabric of my slacks. At her touch, I reflexively stiffened my already straining rod and she enveloped it with her fingers. It was clear, now, that we both wanted more. As I rubbed, stroked and caressed her tits she began to move her hips, slowly at first, up and down and then side-to-side. While I was thinking about what might happen next, she moved her free hand to one of my wrists and steered it down her chest, across her belly, and under the dressing gown to her pussy. I again made eye contact with her and she whispered, "please...please" while subtly beginning to stroke my cock with her hand. That was the only encouragement I needed to walk with her farther down the forbidden path. I moved her gown aside and my pulse began to race when I saw her neatly trimmed auburn bush and her lovely hips and thighs. I moved slightly so I could see my middle finger slowly enter her pussy. Her tender, pink sex was fully abloom, with her large lips framing her swollen and thoroughly wet cunt. I scarcely began to probe her and brush her clit with my thumb when I felt her internal muscles tense and constrict around my finger each time it re-entered her. I stretched her pussy with two more of my fingers and saw a vision of lust in her facial expression. After only a few thrusts of my fingers, her hips and my hand began a synchronous dance; her hips rocked upward to draw my fingers deeply inside her as though they were a fat cock filling and stretching her hot, wet vagina. Before long her hands gripped the sides of the table and she intensified her pelvic thrusts. She was then a totally sexual being, and watching her drew a steady stream of pre-cum out of my dick. Then, I felt her muscles beginning to ripple on my hand as she reached the brink of cumming. She grasped her nipples with both hands and pressed her tits together, and a guttural, passionate groan came from her open mouth as her face rolled from side-to side on the pillow. I slipped a third finger into her pussy and continued to both finger fuck and masturbate her. She spread her knees and slid her lower legs off the table, giving me wider access to her beautifully glistening pussy. I moved my free hand to her vulva, and with my fingers I spread open the flesh at the top of her lips, exposing her clitty to more direct contact with my thumb and driving fingers. Within moments, she started to buck her hips with such energy that I feared she would fall off the table. Her orgasm was powerful, and I continued quickly sliding my hand in and out of her cunt to give her the pleasure she so obviously craved. When she reached passion's peak, she thrust her hips high, clenched my fingers deeply inside her, spoke, "Oh my God!" through the sweet pain of her orgasm, and then collapsed on the table. I continued to gently stroke her, but she soon grasped my hands and said, "please, stop now, just be still." She lay motionless, except for the heavy breathing that orgasm induces, for a couple of minutes. She moved my hands to her mouth and kissed them, after which I leaned down and kissed her deeply. I was doubly excited as we explored each other's mouths with our tongues and I smelled and tasted her juices, left on her lips by my fingers. Not knowing how I should proceed from there, she answered my uncertainty with her hand. She reached for my cock and said, "please, let me..." I said nothing and watched as she began unzipping my trousers. She took my rock hard cock out of my pants and, seeing the volume of pre-cum on both my pants and the head of my dick, she said, "you are close, aren't you?" I nodded in the affirmative and she stepped off the table and knelt down on her discarded gown in front of me. She had accurately sensed my urgency and she wasted no time or motion. She then took nearly all of my cock into her mouth, and she began sucking it, bobbing up and down on its length, while stroking the base with her fingers. I put my hands into her hair and reveled in feeling her head move as she sucked me like no woman ever had before. I told her, "I am going to cum, my sweet Donna," and she took me even deeper while increasing the pace of her jacking my cock. Every muscle in my supremely aroused body began to quiver, and I had to muffle my groans when my cock exploded and I began filling her warm, supple, beautiful mouth and throat with my load. I bucked against her face numerous times, spewing hot streams of cum, and each time I felt her increase the intensity of her sucking and found heightened pleasure in seeing her eagerly swallow all I gave her. It seemed to last forever, but not long enough. With her face pressed against my stomach, I gave up the last of my seed, and I knew I would never forget the pleasure her mouth had given me. She was so sweet to me, licking and very gently sucking my cock until I was soft. Only then did my thoughts turn to her husband, and I marveled at what a fool he must be. Since I was way behind schedule due to our blissful encounter, We agreed that she would come back the next week for the regular examination that we ignored during this visit. As we said good-bye, I thought that she is too sweet and too passionate to be wasted in a sexless marriage. On my way to the next examination room, I buttoned my lab coat to hide the stain on my pants, and I rehearsed my excuse and apology for running so late. I also passed Beth in the hall, smiled at her, and said, "I was very nice to Donna," knowing that she would be very excited to hear all about it. Gynecologist at Play Ch. 02 I am happy to share my erotic experiences on this forum because I have come to appreciate and respect it as a place where the freedoms of thought and expression nurture the exchange of sexually thrilling encounters. These are my stories. It was late in the afternoon and I was as horny as I was tired. It had been a very unusual day in that I had the pleasure of seeing four patients who surely spin the heads of numerous admiring men every day. Their lust-inspiring beauty made my cock strain against my slacks, and my thoughts of them kept me rock hard while I admired and explored their bodies with my hands. As I recalled the delicious mental images that were so recently etched in that part of my mind where sexual realities and fantasies reside, I smiled. It again occurred to me that I have the greatest job on the planet, seeing women who lie down and voluntarily bare their breasts and spread their legs for me, presenting their most intimate and private parts with complete consent for my viewing, touching and fondling. My carnal thoughts were then interrupted when my nurse Beth said that my 4:00 PM appointment was in Exam Room #3. I would never have guessed that my biggest thrill of the day was yet to come. I took the chart from the holder on the door and looked at it briefly before going into the room. She was a new patient, and I was not very keen on having to take her history in addition to completing the usual examination. I opened the door and was very pleasantly surprised. Her name was Karen (not really) and she was especially cute, with mesmerizing green eyes that captured my attention and quickened my pulse. She was 31, about 5'4" and 122 lbs., with very light brown hair. Her face was angelic, with skin as smooth and flawless as porcelain. I could not see the finer points of her body, thanks to the burlap bag-like fashion statement that her examination gown imposed upon her. The fatigue with which I entered the room had disappeared, and I could not wait to proceed with our becoming much better acquainted. I rolled my chair closer to the table on which she was seated, and I immediately took notice and delight in how her gown did not fall below her knees. I made a mental note to peek between her legs if I could ever divert my gaze from her beautiful eyes. In an instant I realized how quickly she had stoked the lustful fire in me, because I could not wait to see and fondle her female jewels. As a new patient, I asked her how she came to decide to make an appointment with me. She replied that a close friend, a patient of mine, told her that I am a very good doctor with a gentle touch, who is also caring and compassionate. I easily recognized her friend's name because we had shared a few highly sexual moments during her prior two office visits. I wondered if Karen knew about them and, if so, might I have the same opportunity with her? Fortunately, my lab coat hid my rising erection. Throughout our becoming acquainted as doctor and patient, Karen quickly captivated me with her eyes, facial expressions, and subtle body movements. She smiled so sweetly, tossed her head to move her hair from her face, and crossed and uncrossed her shapely legs knowing, I am certain, that I was checking out her creamy, inviting thighs each time. When she leaned back to laugh and her breasts pressed against the front of her gown, it was evident that her nipples were large and presented for my viewing pleasure. Her enticing flirtation fed my growing desire for her, and I made up my mind that she was clearly a great and wonderful treasure that I would enjoy sexually if given the opportunity. During the usual questioning about her medical history, she told me that she was experiencing pain during intercourse. My stiff cock twitched as I mentally retrieved the observation that she had not listed a spouse on the new patient information form. I immediately imagined watching her fuck, knowing she just had to be every straight man's fantasy fuck toy. Composing myself, I told her that such pain could indicate several different conditions, and that I would be very thorough during the exam. Momentarily, I feared that my use of the term "very thorough" might be discomforting to her, but she made direct eye contact with me, smiled, and said, "Thanks, that is what I want." Finally, the time came when I asked her to remove her gown and lay down so I could begin her examination. She slipped it off with remarkable grace and put it on the chair beside the examination table. She was as lovely naked as I had imagined in the numerous mental un-dressings that had filled my head during the past twenty minutes. I guessed her breasts were about a 34 B-cup, and her stomach, hips, thighs, and legs were toned and very well proportioned. My eyes quickly focused on her bush, which was neatly trimmed to resemble a landing strip. When she was laying flat on her back, I noticed that her pussy had been freshly shaved from the top of her large lips on down. It definitely had a "come fuck me" look that spoke clearly to me about her sexuality. I asked Karen when she last had her breasts examined. She grinned widely at me and replied, "By a doctor?" I laughed and said with a smile, "Yes, you naughty girl." She said it had been over a year, and would I please do it for her. I smiled at her and fell deeper into the emerald pools of her eyes, hoping more than ever before that she would give her body to me. I put my hands on her beautiful tits and began to massage them. She was not at all shy in expressing the pleasure she felt as my hands kneaded her mounds. She uttered soft noises and sucked in her stomach to raise her chest against my hands. She turned her precious face to one side on the pillow so she could easily make eye contact with me. I looked down at her and she smiled while I manipulated her nipples with my fingers and felt them become hard. I leaned over her as if I was observing in a clinical way my fondling of her chest. She again raised her torso and I took her offer, easily capturing a nipple with my mouth. She let out a short gasp of pleasure and then put her hands around my face, pulling me tightly against her while I began to lick and suck her nipple and areole. She really enjoyed having her tits sucked; her breathing quickly deepened and her eyes told me she wanted much more. I squeezed the base of the tit so I could take more of it into my mouth. As I bathed her breast with my warm, wet tongue, she closed her eyes and put her head back. I tweaked her stiff nipple with my teeth and her body shuddered with pleasure. I slowly glided my hand down her chest and across her stomach to her furry pubic mound. I began to trace my fingers around the edge of her cunt and she moaned, and then said softly, "Yes, please touch me." I circled her fully blooming and soaking lips with my middle finger, and then pressed it into her tender, pink, wet sex. I pushed it in to the hilt and used my palm to massage her clit as it peaked outside of its hood. I began to explore her cunt, stroking the sides and searching its depth. Still sucking her tit, I moved my hand with the now pronounced, rhythmic motion of her hips. She began taking short breaths, each with an audible expression of lust-induced abandon. She grasped my head and brought my face to hers, pressing her mouth onto mine. I knew she was close to cumming. She kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth with no pretense of romance. I quickened the pace of my finger-fucking her, and increased the stimulation of her clit. Her hips started to buck strongly against my hand. She broke our kiss and hugged my neck tightly as she said, "Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." She pulled her knees up to her chest and gripped my hand tightly with her thighs while she rolled her hips from side-to-side, reveling in the pure sexual bliss of her orgasm. I put two more fingers into her steaming cave and her inner muscles drew me tightly and deeply into her womb. Her pussy, thighs and hips convulsed for long moments before she relaxed, gazed sweetly into my eyes, and said, "Thank you. You are so sweet, and your touch is so sensual. It was wonderful." Overcoming my being on the brink of orgasm myself, I said, "We really need to finish your exam." She nodded her agreement and I placed her heels into the stirrups. Now, with my eyes literally on top of her pussy, I marveled at its purely sexual presentation. With her labia swollen open and her juices flowing copiously, I knew I had better finish the exam before I lost my composure and fucked her right there. During the probing and manipulating that went with her pelvic exam, she often moved as though she thoroughly enjoyed my fondling of her inner sex. I doubt that she liked it nearly as much as I did. I was able to assure her that I found no concerns or abnormalities, and I suggested she use some lubrication internally prior to her partner's penetration as a means of reducing or eliminating painful intercourse. We had finished, but I still had a raging hard-on, which was obvious even underneath my lab coat. She really surprised me when she said, "Please show me your cock." I just looked at her and she told me, "I don't want to leave you unsatisfied." Looking into her lovely green eyes and angelic face, I said nothing as I unzipped my slacks and pulled out my throbbing, steel-hard dick. She touched it gently and stroked it a few times, seeming to delight in the free-flow of pre-cum she had drawn out of it. She stood and moved behind me, slipping one arm under mine and closing her fingers on my nipple. She then reached around me with her other arm to take my rod in her hand. She stood on her toes, kissed my neck, and rubbed my chest as she started jacking me off. In only moments I was close to delivering my load. I whispered, "Oh babe, jack me off.....faster." I barely got the tissue out of my coat pocket before I came as hard as I ever had. When she felt my cock begin to spasm, she moved to my side so she could stroke me harder and watch the result. My body went rigid and I leaned forward against the examining table, painfully withholding my cries of pleasure, as thick, hot streams of my seed began spewing from my cock. She encouraged me using guttural language that was inconsistent with her sweet appearance, which drove my excitement even higher. "Fuck, yes. Cum for me." She said, "Your cock feels so hot and big." She masterfully accelerated her stroke as I approached the peak of my deliciously painful orgasm, and then slowed her hand as I finished draining my load. When I had emptied my balls, she toweled my cock clean with great care while I put both of my arms around her, hugged her close to me, and inhaled her sweet scent. While she was still naked in my arms, I kissed her and said, "You are a great and wonderful prize, Karen." I quickly realized that my cock, although quite limp, was pressing against her warm belly. She, too, noticed it and moved closer against me, saying, "I want to be with you again. I want to feel your cock inside me." I wanted that very much, and I did not anticipate that it would happen as soon as it did. We kissed again and I released her from my arms so she could get dressed. If only each day in the office could end that way. Gynecologist at Play Ch. 03 It was the Friday before a national holiday on Monday, and the appointment schedule was full of idle time. I had decided the night before that I would use the spare hours to reduce the load of paperwork that had been piling up during the past two weeks. Once I settled into my office and started filling out the forms, it didn't take very long for me to decide that I just wasn't interested in doing it. Then, like a gift from above, my nurse Beth came into my office and asked me if I was totally bored like she was. Her sweet and beckoning smile told me the day might not turn out to be as dull as I had expected. I smiled and mentioned that I would rather be doing almost anything instead of the administrative work required to keep the practice open. She walked to the front of my desk and pulled up the top of her scrub suit to reveal her beautiful breasts. I was as surprised as I was delighted to see her bare boobs with large, dark areolas. I said, "You naughty nurse. I hope you know that slipping off your bra, coming to see me in private, and flashing your tits will likely get you fucked." She widened her grin and said, "There are no appointments for the next two hours." I pushed back in my chair and motioned for her to sit on my lap. She came to me and was soon in my arms and kissing me deeply. I love how her tongue probes and explores my mouth, encouraging me to respond with equal passion. I put my hands into her hair and held her face against mine, and she leaned against me, pressing her now erect nipples into my chest. She moved her lips to my ear and whispered, "Fuck me, hard and fast this time. I want your cock deep inside me." She knows that talking dirty to me accelerates the intensity of my lust, and I was immediately ready to fulfill her need. She pushed her cute ass against my already stiffening cock, captured my vision in the deep blueness of her eyes and said, "Oh baby, it feels like you are ready now." I quickly replied, "Exam room 1, right now, you precious little slut." She preceded me to the room, so as to avoid raising the receptionist's suspicion. When I opened the door, the curtain in front of the examination table was pulled closed, and I could not wait to find my sexual prize on the other side. Beth was lying on the table, naked, with her hands cupping her breasts, her legs spread, and her heels elevated in the stirrups. I leaned down and kissed her hard, moving my hand straight to her pussy. My fingers found her tender, pink lips beginning to swell. It was only moments after I penetrated her that she began moving her hips against my finger and her juices began to flow. With my free hand I cupped one of her tits and closed my grip to raise her nipple to resemble the cherry on a sundae. I covered her entire areola with my mouth and pursed my lips around her nipple, sucking it and pulling it upward. I rolled it inside my mouth, bathing it with warm kisses and tweaking it between my teeth. Beth loved to have her nipples sucked and squeezed, and I could not get enough of doing it. She put her hands behind my neck and pressed my mouth hard against her captive breast while she spoke softly, "I have wanted you since the moment I awoke this morning." She was aroused to an unusually high state of desire, and I wanted to stoke her fire even more. I broke the kiss and moved to my usual position for examinations, sitting on a stool between her legs, at eye level with her quickly moistening cunt. I reached up and grasped her waist with both hands and moved my face to her hot, pink sex. I breathed in her scent and admired her wet lips, now fully abloom. I pressed my mouth against her pussy and, without any teasing foreplay, began licking and sucking her with a passion that I knew she craved. She began thrusting her thighs against my face and gripped my head with her hands, pulling me against her. I alternately drew her large pussy lips into my mouth, rolling my tongue against them as I sucked, and then pressed my tongue inside her with my lips firmly on her clit. I heard her moan with delight as I pleasured her, and I felt my stiff cock shaping my pants into a circus tent. Her breathing became very heavy, and I tasted the change in her wetness that I had come to recognize as meaning she was close to orgasm. I moved my mouth off of her cunt and stood, now ready to give her the hard fucking she wanted. As I stripped off my scrubs and briefs, she pressed her palms against her breasts and then pinched her nipples. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, revealing the tendons in her neck and the lust-induced tightness of her face. As I gazed at her beauty, I gripped my almost painfully hard cock and rubbed the large head up and down her wet, gaping slit. She soon looked at me and said, "Fuck me baby. Please, put your cock into me!" I moved her feet out of the stirrups and lowered the metal rods, then gripped her behind her knees and held her legs up and widely apart. I parted her lips slightly with the head of my cock, and then I sunk my dick into her pussy to the hilt with one strong thrust. She gasped, as though the suddenness of my filling her had forced the air out her lungs. While I paused to savor the heat and tightness of her cunt as I was fully buried inside her, she grabbed my hands, placed her fingers between mine, closed her grip, and locked her legs around my waist. I began repeatedly driving my cock into her hot, tight hole, and each time she pulled me to her with her hands in mine, slamming her hips against me with sufficient force for me to bump her cervix. The tightness of her inner muscles as I fucked her and her increasing groans and gyrations told me she was about to cum. I, too, was close, and I blissfully envisioned filling her with my seed. I whispered to her, "Am I fucking you hard enough, my sweet Beth? She replied with almost a hiss, speaking through taut lips, "Yes, baby, yes. Cum deep inside me with your big cock. Now, baby, now!" She began to writhe from side-to-side and tightened her legs around me as she reached her orgasm. She groaned and arched her back, accentuating her beautifully pointed nipples as they stood stiff atop her rounded breasts. Her head moved from side to side and her mouth was open in a silent scream. She lifted her thighs and ground her pubic mound against me. She came hard and I held her hips tightly to control her wanton, flailing movement. I felt her pussy grasping my cock, and her flexing muscles provided the pressure that set me off. I leaned over her, gripping the sides of the examination table, and felt my dick explode inside her as I squirted thick, hot streams of cum deep into her womb. She kissed my ear and encouraged me, "I feel you cumming, baby. Fuck me, fuck me. Fill me up." She wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly while I rocked against her, slowing my strokes as I emptied the last of my load into her. I collapsed on her and her legs dropped from around me to hang off the sides of the table. I kissed her neck and told her, "Sweet Beth, you are every man's fantasy." She hugged me and replied, "And you are the doctor women dream about." With my cock growing softer insider her pussy and the wonderful feeling of her soft breasts against my chest, we savored the afterglow that came with the fulfillment of our lust. Only when my cock slipped out of her well-used cunt did we move apart and get dressed to finish the day at work. After we were again properly clothed, we kissed and held each other for long moments. I squeezed her ass as she went out the door, and realized again how much I love my job. Gynecologist at Play Ch. 04 Please note: When I have a friendly and trusting relationship with a patient, there is usually very little uneasiness in discussing questions regarding intimate behavior and any associated complaints or concerns. Moreover, such talk can easily arouse both of us. With a little encouragement from her and mutual interest from me, the physical exam can become a passionate and fulfilling experience. In the following encounter, Emily (a pseudonym, as are the other names mentioned) is a widowed, dear friend who encouraged and engaged me in a highly erotic encounter. I hope you enjoy reading about it. ***** It was Friday and the work day was done. It had been very busy throughout with only 20 minutes for a lunch of leftover chips and salsa, nearly-flat cola and the receptionist's birthday cake. I was weary and hungry, but at least I had some private time to relax in my office. As I sank into my chair, I heard a knock on my open door and my nurse, Beth, poked her head in to say goodnight. I have written previously about her being highly competent, very sweet and a deliciously desirable, passionate lover. Her uplifting advice was, "Have a good weekend, stay safe and get laid." I smiled and said I would likely be too tired to get off the couch the next two days. She made a very cute, pouty face and said, "Oh, poor pookie, have you been poking too much pussy?" She is a mistress of comedic alliteration. I laughed and stood to hug her like I love her, because I do. Glancing at the open door and seeing no one there, I embraced her, grabbed her hair, pulled her head back to raise her mouth and I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue through her lips. She always liked me being aggressive with her, and she opened her mouth hungrily, put her arms on my shoulders and pulled her body hard against mine. I broke our kiss and whispered into her ear, "I'm not too tired to fuck you, my dear." I pushed my hips into hers so she could feel the growing hardness of my cock. She looked genuinely sad when she answered, "I'm sorry, but my visitor is in town." I knew that to mean she was on her period, and my growing passion hit a stone wall. "Damn," I said, and stepped back from her. Breaking the sexual tension, she asked, "Have you checked the patient schedule for next week?" I replied, "No; anything or anyone unusual?" "Emily Patterson will be here on Tuesday for her annual exam, and she has a concern about vaginal discomfort. She also asked for the last appointment of the day." Beth raised her eyebrows as she spoke, and her impish grin piqued my interest. Emily had often been my fantasy queen during recent years. She is a pediatrician who married a good friend of mine named Michael. I would see them fairly frequently at professionally-oriented gatherings of medical practitioners, pro-bono healthcare events and many parties. I envied Michael. Life had asked him to dance and he was given the perfect partner. Emily is not a stunningly attractive beauty queen, but she has a fabulously complementary combination of good looks and great personality that makes her the center of attention when men are around. Her 5'3" frame is athletically toned with her legs, thighs and ass presenting the picture of fitness and sexual allure, particularly when on display in the swimming pool or on the tennis court. Her modestly-sized breasts are surprisingly perky for a 40-something woman, and her prominent, protruding nipples are proudly obvious unless covered by a substantial blouse or jacket. Shoulder-length auburn hair beautifully frames her face which is highlighted by captivating hazel eyes, a cute nose, bright smile and lips that beg to be kissed. My feelings for Emily run deep. For years, she has been the gold standard by which I measure the wifely suitability of the women in my romantic life. I regret that I did not meet her many years ago. In a terrible twist of fate, her husband Michael died 10 months ago in an accident. Everyone who knew Michael loved him, and the collective anguish that eventuated from his passing was enormous. The intensity of Emily's suffering was acutely disabling, causing her to take a two-month leave of absence from her practice and to rely on medication to balance her mood. I was happy to "be there" for her during her grieving period, providing emotional support and companionship. Although I received numerous hugs and kisses, I regarded them as only friendly expressions of gratitude. Under much different circumstances, I would have been more demonstrative of my affection for her. Now, I was very excited by the prospect of seeing her again, even if it was to be a professional encounter. Time passed very slowly until the day of Emily's appointment. I awoke very excited, knowing I would see her soon. My "morning wood" was unusually stiff due to thoughts of seeing her naked. I considered pleasuring myself, but I decided the eroticism of a continuing state of arousal during the day trumped the ephemeral joy of immediate gratification. My bathroom routine was elongated to assure the closest shave, the cleanest body, the best hair and the freshest breath. Then, my brightest red silk boxers, finest Armani shirt, boldest power tie and newest navy pinstripe suit dressed my body, together with the perfect accessories of belt, my trademark crazy socks, shoes, watch and cologne. I was ready and eager to present myself to Emily as attractively as possible. As I left the house, I was reveling in that long-lost thrill that overtakes an adolescent boy who is anticipating a prom date with the head cheerleader. I knew it was going to be a great day. When I walked through the office door and into the patient waiting area, my young receptionist was seated behind the counter and, upon seeing me, said, "Wow, Dr. Pierce, you look great today...like you stepped out of a magazine!" It was just what I wanted to hear, and Beth, having heard what she said, peaked around a corner and added, "Well, well, David, you are one well-dressed and adorable hunk." I knew it was largely shallow flattery, but it bolstered my confidence and heightened my excitement. My anticipation had been building all day, and when my 4:00 PM appointment concluded I had 15 minutes to compose myself before seeing Emily. My thoughts were far from medically oriented, and my mind's eye was clearly focused on her feminine jewels. I reviewed the pre-appointment notes on Emily's chart, and they were not very informative. She had asked for an annual exam and evaluation of some vaginal discomfort that was not described in any detail. I had seen Emily once before for an annual physical, and at that time my examination and the lab work indicated she was in very good health. As I contemplated the nature of the discomfort she mentioned, I could not help but enjoy the thought of having a good reason to thoroughly open and feel her pussy and "accidentally" brush my palm and thumb against her clitoris while I explored her vulva and then put my fingers deeply inside her. Adding to my gleeful anticipation, I read the details of her breast exam during the prior visit. I remembered that her breasts were not large, but her nipples protruded like large, pink pencil erasers when erect, and they screamed to be caressed, tweaked and sucked. Finally, it was time to pick-up my prom date. I knocked twice on the door and entered the exam room. Emily slid off the exam table where she had been sitting and greeted me with a big smile and a nice hug that was closer and longer than I expected. A very subtle, pleasing scent of perfume heightened my awareness of her femininity. Her bright hazel eyes met mine and she said, "I am happy to see you again, David. It has been too long." "And I am delighted to see you, Emily. I have missed you." She was wrapped in a short sheet that is the drape used during the examination. Patients greatly prefer it to the disposable paper drape used by most GYNs. Emily made it look like a formal gown, and my feelings for her began to accelerate both my pulse and my blood flow. She hopped back onto the table, and I sat across from her as I began the small talk that breaks the ice before every exam. "How have you been?" "Oh, getting better all the time. I am ready to start dating again, but as much as I want a man in my life, the whole courting process intimidates me." I hastened to both encourage her and to clearly communicate my feelings. "You should have no concerns. You are a beautiful, intelligent, successful and physically desirable woman. Believe me, Emily, I have been dating for a long time and I have not found a woman like you." For a moment, I thought I had said too much too soon, but I was wrong. She reached out to me and closed her hand on mine. Her warmth and sincerity were nearly palpable as she said, "Thank you, David. I need to hear such kind words, more than you know." She squeezed my hand and gazed into my eyes before she let go. I felt that she intended to communicate an unspoken message of affection. She was watering the seeds of lust I had been cultivating in my mind for days. I began the conversational aspect of the exam by mentioning the note on her chart that she was experiencing some vaginal discomfort. I asked her to describe what was going on. She lowered her lovely eyes and softly said, "It's a little embarrassing." I told her, "We are doctors and nothing about our conversation should be uncomfortable." She grinned and replied, "That was a good answer, doctor." "So, Emily, tell me about your concern." She looked into my eyes and said, "The short story is that I have not been intimate with a man since Michael passed away. I have been using my personal massager for self-gratification." I kept my doctor's game face on as my mind raced, thinking of her writhing on a bed fucking her vibrator and cumming hard. I quickly snapped-back into reality, and all I could say was, "Yes, I understand." She continued, "When I am very excited, I use the massager with some force, and about a week ago I think I hurt myself. Now, I am experiencing discomfort when I move the massager around inside my vagina and touch it to my cervix." I asked, "Do you use a lubricant?" "Oh, no, I don't really need it," she replied. "I get very wet with little stimulation." Realizing the candor of her statement, she looked away as though she had revealed a family secret. I made a titillating mental note. I wanted to prolong her talking about masturbating herself, so I asked, "Is your massager smooth or does it have attached, asymmetrical stimulators? And, how long and how thick is it?" My questions gave her pause. I think she sensed, uncomfortably, that she was going to have to answer them because they were relevant to my diagnosing a possible internal bruise, abrasion or more serious condition. She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips in a killer-cute expression and replied, "Well, I guess I started this conversation, so I will tell all." My libido began to take control of my mind. "I use a vibrator that is about seven inches long and feels remarkably similar to erect penile tissue. Its girth is substantial, but not what I would call huge and it has multiple speeds." Her calling it a vibrator and describing the details of its pleasuring attributes re-focused my mind on the image of her fucking herself to a body-shaking orgasm. Wanting to facilitate her suggestive dialogue, I said, "I have a good idea of its appearance and functionality. Such sexual aids are frequently mentioned by my patients who enjoy masturbation." "Yeah, I especially like that it feels natural without being overly stiff and it has variable speeds." She did not have to tell me that, but I loved hearing it. "It is pretty smooth, but it has life-like veins that I can feel when I manipulate it and a very pronounced corona at the tip." My mental notes were expanding, and my cock was coming to life. When I talk with a patient about the pleasures of intimacy, I like to see if her nipples are stiffening. It's just one of the perks of the job and it stimulates the voyeur in me. I noticed that the sheet draping Emily had two clearly discernible protrusions at the tips of her breasts. Her nipples appeared to be erect. I began thinking that our conversation was turning her on. Deciding to feed my growing arousal, I asked, "How do you use it, and how do you think you may have injured yourself?" With a growing blush in her cheeks, she told me, "I begin by teasing my outer lips, moving it up and down. I progress to tracing the edges of my inner lips and touching it to my clitoris. When I become excited and my lubrication increases, I slowly push it inside my vagina. I change speeds to vary the quivering sensations, and I alternate among moving it up and down, holding it steady inside me and pushing it in and out. As I approach orgasm, I quicken the frequency and pressure of movement, increase the vibrating speed, and push it in, hard, all the way when I orgasm. That is when I think I may have hurt myself." At a complete loss for words, I said, "I see. I will thoroughly check things out during the internal exam." Again being sure to make eye contact, she said, "I would like that." Had I not been seated, my growing erection would have been obvious. Now I was sure she was attempting to arouse me. Her erect nipples and delicious narrative about pleasuring herself convinced me to follow her lead and offer her some encouragement. I continued with, "How often do you masturbate?" "I do it frequently, about four or five times a week. I have strong desires that need to be satisfied, and I do not have a man in my life with whom I am intimate." Admitting her loneliness and sexual desires confirmed my belief that she has a strong need to enjoy intimacy again...maybe sooner rather than later. Perhaps she would willingly allow me to satisfy her desires during the examination. I stood and said, "Okay, Emily, lie down and get comfortable. We will start with your breast exam." I pulled the sheet from her upper body and folded it above her waist. Seeing her exposed breasts again was very pleasing. I guessed they were about 32B in size, perhaps slightly smaller. They were beautifully symmetrical with nicely rounded areolas and protruding nipples. Such female anatomical attributes are both admirable and uncommon. I immediately noticed that her nipples were firmly erect which, I recalled, had not occurred until after I began palpating her breasts during her previous exam. I came closer to believing that she may, indeed, be a willing partner in crossing the sexual boundary between patient and doctor. I had purposely not put on gloves so I could enjoy a more intimate touching of her breasts. I am sure she noticed my diversion from patient contact protocol, but she did not mention it. As I began a gentle circular massage of her beautiful orbs so comfortably settled into her chest, I asked, "Have you had any pain or felt any abnormality in your breasts?" I continued moving my hands over her nipples, catching them between my fingers and pulling them slightly upward, raising her breasts from their resting places. "No. They seem completely normal. They do seem especially sensitive to the touch of a man, and I have missed that, terribly." Hearing that, I looked into her eyes and she smiled at me as only a loving, passionate woman can. Surely, it was another sign encouraging me to stoke the fire within her. I began to caress her breasts longer and more firmly than necessary to perform the examination, and I knew she was aware that I was crossing the line that limits appropriate behavior. She said nothing, and closed her eyes. I then squeezed her breasts, and her nipples resembled delicious raspberries atop ice cream sundaes. I adjusted my hands upward and captured each nipple between a thumb and index finger. I told her, "I am going to squeeze to check for discharge." "Okay." I began to squeeze and pull on her stiff nipples, and I saw her softly biting her lower lip. I also noticed she moved her legs more closely together beneath the sheet. "Am I hurting you?" With her eyes still closed, she said, "No, not at all." I noticed that her hands had grasped the sheet and closed tightly, and her breathing had become heavier, noticeably raising her chest with each breath. She groaned softly and turned her cheek against the pillow beneath her head. I felt she was willingly submitting to me and enjoying the liberties I was taking. I spoke softly to her, "Just relax, Emily," as I continued manipulating her breasts as if my hands were engaging in foreplay. I increased the pressure on her nipples, pinching harder and tugging on them. Her face was flush with blush, and she raised her knees a little. She was increasingly slipping into a sexual state of mind. "Oh, my God," she spoke softly as she moved her head back into the pillow and elevated her slightly opened mouth. I wanted very much to suck her wonderfully hard nipples, bathing each with my warm, wet tongue to heighten her arousal and pleasure, but I stopped. My passion was dueling with my common sense. I tempered my lust when my mind processed the fact that I had better control myself. I needed to finish Emily's examination, and I did not want to risk her thinking I presumed I could take advantage of her. I took a deep breath, released her nipples and covered Emily's magnificent breasts with the drape. "Your breasts are very healthy, Emily, and they beautifully highlight your womanly form." I never give cheesy compliments to my patients, and I was sure Emily understood the sincerity of my words. "Thank you. I appreciate the thoroughness of your exam," she said with a smile and an encouraging tone. I smiled back at her and said, "Let's continue with your internal exam." As I stepped to the end of the exam table, I asked, "Are you comfortable?" "Yes," and added, "I am ready." I was about to find out how ready she was. I pulled out the stirrups and raised them, and guided her heels into their resting places. Her toned legs were now elevated and spread widely apart; I felt the excitement of a child opening a wonderful present. I folded the drape backward to give me an unobstructed view of her feminine sex, and I was thrilled to see that she had shaved her pussy lips and left a narrow landing strip of neatly trimmed auburn hair on top. She likely had shaved earlier in the day because there were a few, fresh prickly spots. I chose to think that she had shaved just for me, to both heighten her sense of sexuality and to please me. I sat down on my rolling stool, donned my gloves and positioned myself between her widely splayed legs. When I turned-on the lamp, I was surprised and delighted to see her sex lips moist with her juices and beginning to open. Her blossoming excitement was clearly induced by my massaging her breasts and stressing her nipples. I sensed I was about to make real every GYN's fantasy when he is with a beautiful patient. "Scoot forwards a little, please," I asked, so her vulva would be at the edge of the table and only inches from my face. "I am going to begin now. Let me know if you feel any discomfort." My hands moved to her soft, puffy outer lips, and I began exploring and caressing her flesh. Intentionally, I twice brushed the palm of my hand against her clitoris, and the first time she flinched a little but said nothing. The second time, which was more deliberate, I was sure I heard her moan softly. Her inner folds were continuing to swell, and her secretions were increasing as I caressed her feminine jewels. Using both hands, I spread her little labia, opening the entryway into her vagina. I recalled that she had told me she gets "very wet," and the clear, sticky lubrication beginning to ooze from within her was a telling precursor of her progressing to that point. Gynecologist at Play Ch. 04 I leaned forward, moving my face virtually on top of her pussy and inhaled her heady, feminine scent. The distinctive, healthy, natural aroma was sexually intoxicating, and I reveled in thinking of the countless men who would do anything to be in my place. I continued tracing and caressing her vulva with my fingers, enjoying both the view and the subtle movements of her hips that unmistakably indicated she was receiving pleasure from my touches. Her response increased when I again touched her clit, exposing it by pushing back the hood at the top and sides. With my thumb I massaged and rotated her love pearl with a growing confidence that she was highly desirous of the increasingly sexual nature of the exam. While not so subtly masturbating her, I asked, "Do you feel any discomfort or pain?" "No. It feels very, very good, honestly." I continued caressing her folds with my fingers while my thumb manipulated her clit. I fondled her for long moments and finally said, "Your vulva looks fine, and appears to be completely healthy," as I reluctantly moved my hands away. I looked up and said. "I'm going to insert the speculum now. I have warmed it for you." "Ummmm thanks. You are so considerate, David." Seeing that no lubricant was needed due to her excited state, I placed the speculum against her firming, inner lips and slid the blades into her easily. Pushing it in to the hilt, I took the opportunity to again touch her clit which was now enlarged and peeking out from beneath its hood. "Oh, my," she uttered with a quick breath, "the warmth is nice." As I opened the spec, I remembered from her previous exam how erotically beautiful her feminine sex appeared prior to arousal. Her larger lips were pleasingly puffy, and her clitoris and inner folds were almost fully hidden within them. Now, her swelling and exposed little labia, attractively shaped and equally sized, glistened from the dew of her juices. With her vagina fully opened, I examined her carefully, looking for both the usual abnormalities and any evidence of injury. I was pleased to see nothing concerning, but I did notice some inflammation on her vaginal walls and on her cervix when I did her pap test. I decided it was the cause of her discomfort when masturbating, and it likely resulted from gyrating and slamming her vibrator into her pussy when she was about to cum. "I see nothing that we should worry about. There is some inflammation that I want to check further during the bimanual exam. I will need to manipulate my fingers inside you and massage your vaginal walls and cervix to simulate your masturbation, if that is okay." She smiled at me and said, "It's okay, go ahead." I reduced the speculum, and as I withdrew it from her vaginal opening her sex lips remained wet and swollen open. I could not wait to again caress her fleshy folds, massage her clit and then press my fingers deeply inside her. I stood beside the table, and I now had a rock-hard erection which may have been visible to her because my lab coat was hanging open. I hoped she saw it. To my surprise and pleasure, she pushed the top of the sheet off her breasts and piled it onto the rest of the sheet resting just above her navel. Since patients usually find the room cold, it was unusual that Emily uncovered her breasts, and I believed she did it to further sexualize the examination. I took a moment to admire her nakedness. Her tits were tipped with small areolas and pink, stiffened nipples, her tummy was flat and firm, her neatly trimmed pubic hair topped the rounded prominence of her mons, and her pussy lips were smoothly shaven, veiled by her silky juices and enticingly open between her widely spread thighs. "I'm going to penetrate you now," I said as I put one hand flat above her mons and placed my two middle fingers between her small folds. Deviating from the normal use of the first two fingers, I could extend the depth to which I could both probe and stimulate her. She did not reply, but she smiled and again turned her head on the pillow to face me. I slowly pushed my fingers into her very wet vagina, and she moved her hips slightly to welcome them. When I was two knuckles deep into her, she groaned and said, "Oh, my. I have so missed an intimate touch." That did it. I decided to go "all in," so to speak, and make the situation a pleasurable sexual experience for both of us. Gone was any mental reservation that limited my actions up to that point. My manual evaluations of her abdomen, ovaries, bladder and pelvic floor were thorough but not lengthy. I was eager to give her the pleasure I believed she desired. I then began to increase my penetration and slowly moved my fingers up and down, side to side and in a circular motion, caressing and stimulating every centimeter of her vagina and the tip of her cervix. I looked at her face and she was gazing straight into my eyes. While holding eye contact, she moved her hips and I felt her vaginal muscles tighten around my invading fingers. She began fucking my hand. I said, "I'm going to go deeper. Tell me if you feel the discomfort you described." "Yes, please go ahead," she replied with encouraging urgency. I pressed my hand into her until my fingers could go no deeper. I boldly put my thumb on her clitoris and began massaging it as I increased the pace and the pressure of my finger-fucking her. "Oh my God, yes," she uttered breathlessly, and when I glanced at her face I saw her mouth was open slightly and her eyes were closed. As I did when I was caressing her breasts, I said, "Just relax, Emily." My hand and her now throbbing cunt found a rhythm. She moved her hips up and down to increase her pleasure. I continued to rub her clit, but I varied the intensity so I could both tease and stimulate her without overwhelming her clitoral sensitivity. She broke the passionate silence when she asked, "David, may I put my legs down? I would be more comfortable." "Of course," I replied. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her wet, hot hole, and retracted the stirrups. She put her legs together, and her clit and upper portions of her excited sex lips peeked at me. "I'm going to change gloves since I handled the stirrups," I told her. "That's fine, but don't take too long," she said with a sexy grin on her face. There was no mistaking that she wanted me to continue pleasuring her. As I approached her after changing gloves, she opened her legs and hung her knees off the sides of the table, giving me full access to her swollen and very wet pussy. She said, "I'm ready." I remembered that only once before had a patient asked to be examined manually with her legs hanging off the table, and I thought it was highly erotic. It seemed and looked like both a provocative and submissive act, and when I looked down at her while manipulating my fingers inside her pussy it had a pleasingly voyeuristic affect on me. Without hesitation, I pushed my fingers back into her open, sopping wet channel, and I gradually resumed finger-fucking her, but more thoroughly and harder than before. Her hips started moving again, and I focused increased attention on rubbing her clit with my thumb and making my fingers feel to her as large as possible as I repeatedly thrust them into her. Through pursed lips she spoke her acceptance of my actions. "Oh, God, David, I need this...sooooo much." We both knew clearly that she wanted and needed to cum. I thought she might enjoy a change of pace, so I slowed my hand movement. She quickly responded by saying, "No, please, please, don't slow down. Do it faster...and harder." We found our rhythm again, and I could see from the expression on her face with eyes closed that she was well on her way to orgasm. I moved my free hand to her breasts and began to massage them. She responded by taking a large breath and elevating her chest against my hand. I mimicked the caresses I gave her during her breast exam, and I softly pinched her fully erect nipple. She encouraged me, saying, "Harder, squeeze harder. It feels sooooo good." I obliged her and applied increasing pressure on her nipple, waiting for a reaction from her that I had reached a threshold of sensitivity I should not exceed. It did not happen. She was totally enjoying the pain I was inflicting on her breast. Her desire for sexual gratification had become raw, and I was excited as never before with any patient who encouraged me to pleasure her. My fingers were slamming into her cunt, and I was twisting and tugging on her nipple. She raised her chin, pushing her head back into the pillow, and the tendons in her neck were taught. She was close to orgasm. I released her nipple, leaned over and captured it with my mouth. I drew it between my lips and sucked it in as far as I could while grasping the base of her breast with my hand and squeezing it. Emily put her hands in my hair and pressed my head down, hard. "Ohhhhhhhhh, David. Yes...Oh God, yes...suck it...suck it...bite it." I eagerly did as she asked, and her groans became continuous and more pronounced. I felt her hips bucking faster and her vaginal muscles clamping harder on my fingers. I knew she was close to cumming, and I wanted her to have an orgasm she would never forget and would want to repeat with only me. She pulled my head off her breast and said with a panting voice, "Kiss me, David, I am so close. I want this. I need this!" My lips were on hers in an instant. Her mouth was open and her tongue immediately danced with mine. It was a sloppy, rough, wet, passionate kiss, and I cradled her head in the crook of my arm to increase the pressure of our lips smashing together. She began sucking my tongue into her mouth and I tried to push it into her throat. Her hands found my shoulder blades and pulled me hard against her. Without our lips separating, she began to moan. Her long-unsatisfied lust was fueling an immense pleasure that was overtaking her body and mind. I was awestruck by the passion I was inducing in her. She took her lips slightly off mine, and her sounds became urgent words. "Now, David, now. Harder, give it to me harder! Fuck me. Fuck me!" I love having a woman speak nasty encouragements to me during intimacy, and hearing such language from the very ladylike Emily was an immense turn-on. I forced my fingers into her tight hole with a fury, curling the tips so I could maximize the stimulation of her G-spot. My pinky finger had been teasing her anus and was slightly penetrating her taut orifice with each buck of her hips. It clearly excited her. Her sphincter, now lubricated by the flow of her own juices, clenched my finger each time it pushed into her. I dutifully completed her internal examination when I suddenly thrust my probing digit to the hilt into her rectum and waved it vigorously inside her tightly-flexed ass. It produced an immediate and powerful response. "Ohhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhh my God!! Yes, yes, give it to me, harder, harder!!" were the unrestrained words that came from the mouth of a now purely sexual being. The feelings of intense fulfillment that had been dormant for many months were beginning to overwhelm her. Emily arched her back and reached passion's peak as the concurrent stimulation of her clit, vagina and anus collectively triggered her enormous orgasm. Putting her lips next to my ear, she quietly screamed, "Oh baby, baby, baby ...Oh God...Oh God...I'm cummmmmmming!." With both her holes filled, she continued fucking my hand, and tried to crush her tits against my chest. She was breathing in gasps, her entire body was trembling and her hips were bucking strongly. She was cumming so hard I momentarily feared she would fall off the narrow table. A long, guttural moan left her throat as her orgasm rolled over her in a tidal wave of pleasure. The intensity and long duration of her lustful fulfillment were a lovely and erotic sight to behold. I was happy to have given her such relief and joy. She slowly settled her hips back onto the table and lessened the pace of their movement, seeming to savor the waning bliss of her long-needed sexual catharsis. Her sweet voice spoke softly and lovingly, "Yes, yes...Oh my God, David, so good...so good." I continued massaging her clit and fingering her pussy and ass until she raised her legs onto the table and put them together. She reached down and put her hand over mine and said, "Okay...okay, be still now." We began kissing tenderly, like long-time lovers. Our tongues explored our mouths, but much more gently than before. She then pulled gently on my hand, and my fingers came slowly out of her vagina and anus. She had given her sexuality to me completely, and now she took it back. Perhaps for want of normalizing our conversation, she offered, "I felt no internal pain, David, only pleasure. It has been almost a year since I have enjoyed an intimate and fulfilling experience with a man. I am so happy it was with you." My response was both instinctive and heartfelt. "My sweet Emily, you have made me very happy today. I have fantasized many times about being intimate with you." I kissed her again as though I loved her, because I did. "Yes, it was wonderful," she replied dreamily, "and I have had feelings for you longer than you know. I sensed and hoped that today would be a very special beginning for us." I discarded the gloves and helped her to sit-up. I was reluctant to bring our adventure to an end. I kissed her and said, "I want to be with you again, soon." She put her hand on my arm, smiled sweetly and replied, "I don't want this to end here. Will you have dinner with me tonight at my house? I have steaks we can grill, my favorite Merlot and a hot tub that hasn't been used in too long." The words flew out of my mouth. "I would love that. I will close the office, go home to freshen-up and be there in two hours." I took her hand as she got off the table. I removed the sheet from her body and then held her hands in mine, my eyes and soul drinking in the beauty of her nakedness. I pulled her against me and kissed her, tenderly and deeply. She easily felt my very stiff cock pressing against her tummy as I hugged her closely. I felt her hand leave my shoulder and find its way down my chest and stomach, and her fingers grasped the firm outline of my manhood. When our lips parted, she said, "I can't wait to enjoy later what I am feeling now." It had been an unexpectedly erotic and fulfilling day, and it was going to get wonderfully better that evening.