A Visit to My Dermatologist

I’ve been seeing a dermatologist about twice per year for the last decade from too much sun exposure at work and my own ignorant tanning bed visits in the 90’s and 2000s.  In early 2014, my military dermatologist retired and there was no replacement inbound so I switched to a civilian dermatologist closer to my home.  I did not meet her until my very first visit, where she had to establish a “baseline” map of all the scars from previously removed pre-cancers, moles, and assorted skin conditions.  This required a 100% evaluation from head to toe, complete with digital photos for the archive and subsequent comparisons.  In spite of my antics on this forum, I’m actually quite shy and modest, especially in front of strangers.  Worse still, there is always a chaperone/nurse in the room and at this dr’s office its always another female.  After being seated and the nurse took my vitals, she handed me a paper ‘sheet’ and said to disrobe – completely – and have a seat on the exam table and the doc would be in shortly.  The room was cool, the lights were overhead bright and florescent, the room smelled of disinfectant, and I couldn’t think of a more unsexual situation – which was fine with me, nothing worse than irresponsible erections! It seemed to take forever for the door to open, but when it did, the nurse came back in followed by my new dermatologist.  She was very petite, short – maybe 5’2” at most, short dark hair, dark complexion (maybe Italian descent?), and very subtle dark green eyes which I almost didn’t notice at first…but then I did…  She held out her hand and introduced herself, she was very warm, friendly, charming, and smelled like lavender and vanilla, maybe it was the hand soap.  We started with the small talk and case review only to discover that my previous dermatologist and her had been roommates in medical school, they were both in the military together, she had left after her 6-year commitment and went into private practice.  The conversation sort of took the edge off my nerves and I felt much more relaxed, so when she started with my scalp the small talk continued.  The nurse sat sort of behind us at a computer station, typing in the summary as things went along.  She worked her way down my head, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, back, etc… Stopping to take a few digital pics with a ruler to document various moles and previous scars.  She stopped at my waist and had me sit back down so she could see the bottom of my feet, then started her way back up my legs.  After she got to my knees on both legs, she had me stand back up, and I was already aware that trouble was brewing… I had been separated from my ex for about a year at that point, prior to that our physical relationship had dwindled a year or two earlier, so I had been relatively celibate for a few years – self pleasure aside.  This doctor’s hands felt like warm velvet on my skin, something I noticed right away after shaking her hand.  As she touched me all over with a comfortable familiarity (I’m sure she touches so much skin its all routine for her) things started to tingle, no matter what I did to suppress those feelings.  She started on my right thigh and started working her way up, I was standing, facing away from the nurse, holding the paper sheet over my front fully aware my ass was completely exposed, but sort of choosing the lesser of two bad options.  From the continual keyboard typing, I figured the nurse was too busy to look, or even care, she probably sees skin all day long.  Doctor Velvet Hands made her way to my upper-outer thigh, then sort of pushed the paper sheet to the side to see the front of my hip.  Thankfully, she made her way around back to look at my cheeks.  Then she started on my left knee and worked her way up, at this point I was holding the paper sheet sort of away to make room for the growing problem, this time, when she reached my hip she asked if I had worn underwear in the tanning beds or not?  I immediately knew what this meant and almost lied but my mouth betrayed me and I answered that I laid in them nude.  To this she said she would need to do a full exam initially, then would leave it to me to notify her of any suspicious changes in skin tone.  As she proceeded, she gently pushed the paper sheet away so I held it over to the right.  Fortunately, I was not sporting a full-on erection but there was enough blood getting diverted to know I was probably in trouble.  She was kneeling in front of me, holding a small combination magnifying glass with some sort of purple/UV light to look up close at any skin defects.  I could almost see up her short skirt and couldn’t help wonder if she was shaved or not, if her labia matched the full lips on her face.  These were terrible thoughts to have as she gently lifted my cock to look at the underside, then manipulate my sack and testicles to see all the skin.  As she manipulated my balls, she was holding my cock up out of the way and I could feel it stiffen with each heartbeat.  I tried to think about changing the oil in my car, mowing grass, anything to take my mind off the inevitable but the steam engine had started…  She lowered my cock back down and stated looking up close at the sides and top, as it grew to full tumescence.  There had not been a member of the opposite sex with her face so close to my cock in a long time and it didn’t give a shit if this was proper manners or not, it was growing to full erection.  At this point, she actually wrapped her entire fist around my shaft to hold it over to the left so she could look at the right side of my sack/hip flexor and I realized I was in terrible jeopardy of actually cumming.  Fortunately, (or not) she told me to turn slightly to my left as she let go of my throbbing member so she could get a pic of a mole on my right hip.  As I turned, I noticed the nurse was holding the digital camera out - but both her eyes were locked on my throbbing cock with a small rivulet of pre-cum dripping down the shaft (I could feel it).  Doctor Velvet Hands took the camera from the nurse and said something like “good circulation observed” and I think I saw the most imperceptible smile form on the nurse’s face – I think that was their own little code for ‘the patient has a boner’. 

As I turned, I covered my throbbing cock with the paper sheet, trying with all my will power not to erupt.  A few pictures later and the exam was finished.  I sat back down, erection subsiding and after some formalities, the doctor and nurse left me to get dressed and show myself out.  I got in my car in the parking lot, cock still throbbing but not as hard.  I decided I couldn’t wait to get home so I pulled down my pants, leaned my seat back and went to work finishing what Doctor Velvet Hands had started.  Blame it on all the lack of blood flow to my brain, but somehow, I didn’t notice the full-sized SUV parked right beside me was occupied.  I always back into parking spaces, its my own special neurosis, so the driver’s side of both vehicles were adjacent.  As I leaned back and neared the point of no return, I opened my eyes to watch the waterworks and that’s when I noticed the pair of large, round, wide-open eyes through the passengers’ windows right next to me.  There was an older (maybe mid 50’s) milf just staring at me, with a partial smirk bordering on a smile.  It was too late to stop the inevitable, she sort of nodded (or did I just imagine it?) as the first wave struck.  My first shot gave me the obligatory porn-facial-finish, the second and third covered my neck and chest, and subsequent shots pulsed out onto my stomach.  I glanced over again and she was smiling and barely nodding, and pretty sure I saw her mouth the word “nice”.  When I finished up, she went back to whatever she was doing in her lap with her purse, make up or balancing a checkbook, who knows?  I quickly grabbed the spare paper towels out of the glove box (thanks to drive through restaurants), wiped off, got hastily dressed and zoomed out of there.  I’ve continued to see this doctor since and she’s always been strictly professional and friendly, never mentioned anything about that time and I’ve done my best to control myself.  Of course, the subsequent visits I’ve had underwear on during the exam and she only asks if I’ve noticed any changes in skin tone.  The baseline has been established so that probably won’t happen again, good or bad as that is…