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The doctor stood back, holding the end of the stethoscope in her hand. She reached forward and placed the instrument above my left breast. Listening intently she moved it directly between my breasts in my cleavage; then below my breasts on my ribs. Doctor Morgan seemed satisfied with her findings so far. She hung the scope around her neck again and said:
"Now I'm going to examine your breasts."
My heart skipped a beat as she continued; "Remove your bra for me, please."
I reached behind and my trembling hands fumbled with the hook.
"Let me help." She offered, stepping forward and reaching around me without
waiting for my response. She slipped the hooks with the ease of someone
very familiar with the garment. As she backed away she grasped the straps and pulled the light nylon bra with her. The cups clung for an instant on my boobs then they released and the doctor stepped back completing the
removal. I struggled to resist my natural urge to cover myself. The doctor
turned and deposited the bra on top of my other clothes. When she turned
back and looked at me I must have looked scared out of my mind. She gave me
that warm smile again and said:
"Just relax; I'm not going to do any thing that's going to hurt. Have you
had your breasts examined before?"
"No." I croaked.
"Well, it's not so bad I'm just going to press on your breasts with my
fingers to feel for any lumps or other irregular tissue. Then I'll check
your nipples to make sure they're healthy. It only takes a couple of
minutes."
At the part about checking my nipples I know I gasped. The doctor didn't
seem to notice. The thought of her touching my nipples caused a shudder
deep in my belly. Knowing how sensitive they are I had a hard time
imagining how I would get through it without moaning and making a compete
fool of myself.
"Lie on your back and put your right hand behind your head, and leave your
left hand at your side."
I did as instructed, all the while trying to control my breathing. I
thought I was going to hyperventilate and pass put. Wouldn't that be
embarrassing! My boobs are very firm, but large enough that they `pan
caked' a little to the outside. Dr. Morgan gently lifted it with her
fingers and began pressing in circular motions all around the bottom, side
and top. Then she reversed hands and performed the procedure on my other
breast. She took my left boob in both hands and gently, but firmly
squeezed. Her thumb rotated around and began tracing my areola. The puffy
pinkness darkened and the center rose into a rigid peg. I could feel the
warmth spreading from my lower belly into my upper thighs. She held the
weight of my boob with one hand and with the fore finger and thumb of the
other hand she grasped the emerging tip, squeezing and twisting as she
pulled. The heat spread out from my crotch until it enveloped my body, my
head was swimming. Trying as hard as I could, I still couldn't suppress the
groan.
"Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they?" she said, smiling.
Some kind of a grunt came from my lips, as she continued to pull and
twist. To my horror I felt the moisture at the crotch of my panties. My
left nipple throbbed erectly as the process was repeated on the other
side. Now they were both stiff and dark. I prayed for this part to be over
as I could feel my orgasm building. It wasn't! The doctor pinched on the
left one and began to run her finger nail over the bumpy tip. Through the
orgasmic haze I heard her saying;
"I'm just checking to see if there is any discharge."
The climax rocked my body and my hips involuntarily bucked off the
table. The crotch of my panties flooded and I heard a loud guttural sound
that I knew I had made. I couldn't believe my ears; the doctor was calmly
saying.
"OK, almost done."
And with those words she repeated the process with the other side. This
rekindled the contractions in my hips and I bucked and groaned again. I lay
there shivering in the after glow, but so embarrassed I wished a hole would
open up and swallow me. Doctor Morgan was completely unfazed by the whole
thing. She placed her soft warm hand just below my rapidly rising and
falling ribs and softly said:
"Deep breaths."
From the heat in my face I just knew I was beet red.
"It's OK; you don't need to be embarrassed. That happens sometimes with
girls who have very sensitive breasts. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Her hand on my stomach had begun to make a gentle circular caressing
motion.
"I'll give you a moment to compose before I begin the pelvic exam."
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