I had been masturbating regularly for a couple of years when my friend told me something that would fuel my jackoff fantasies for years to come.
We about 14 and in junior high when it was time to sign-up for winter sports. Before you could try out, you needed a physical. You could go to your family doctor, or get one at school for free on the appointed day. One day the boys had them done and the next day it was the girls turn.
A few days after the school physicals, my buddy was kind enough to share with me and a couple other friends information on what happens during the girls physicals, as told to him by his hot-looking girlfriend, who needed one for some sport.
A utility room near the gym was set up as a makeshift doctor's office and the girls lined up in the hallway. One by one they entered the room to see the doctor and a nurse.
To this day I get a boner thinking about this. After some quick preliminaries, the girls were required to drop their pants and underwear while standing in front of the doctor, who was seated on a stool. The doctor then inspected their pussies, running a hand through their pubic hair and parting their lips.
The doctor I recalled seeing that day in the hallway was a tall, balding man with horn-rimmed glasses who appeared to be in his 40s. What a lucky bastard I thought.
My buddy's girl told him her best friend, who was a sweet-looking blonde, made the mistake of wearing a dress that day. She had to endure the further indignity of having to lift her skirt and roll down her nylons to be inspected.
I thought I was going to come in my pants when he told us that part.