I was injured at work and the boss sent me to the nearest urgent care medical facility to be checked out before I was allowed to return to work. The doctor who examined me was unable to give a concise diagnosis and wanted to cover herself and the company by informing me I would need to be seen by my own healthcare provider to get the insurance company to sign off on some tests that would be required for a proper diagnosis. She called the medical office and put in a good word for me to be seen as soon as possible. There just happened to be an opening that afternoon.
My care team is made up of four doctors and a nurse practitioner. One of the doctors is away on extended leave. This puts my chances of being seen by a female provider up there as there are now more females than males in this office. Sure enough, I am called into the exam room by a female assistant who takes my vitals and goes over my recent history. She asks what brings me in to the office on such short notice so I inform her of the work requirement to get signed off by medical before returning, coupled with the urgent care facility's inability to properly diagnose me. I asked to speak to the doctor directly. The assistant took the hint and left the room. About five minutes later the nurse practitioner comes racing into the room with no notes and no laptop. She seems distracted and overworked.
I inform her I was helping carry a heavy machine around the office when the other guy simply let go of his end and left me holding the entire thing by myself. This strain that was placed in my hands did some damage to my ability to stand up straight without being in extreme pain in the groin area. She asked if I thought I had a hernia and I told her it was too painful to figure out. The urgent care doctor tried to examine me but as soon as she touched my right testicle I doubled over in pain. She seemed confused as to why I wasn’t sent for a CT scan or a simple ultrasound? I informed her that my insurance had to go through the primary care office for that type of testing. The urgent care could only send me to the emergency room, where I would have to pay a higher deductible to have the same tests my primary care office could order. I tell you, the dumb ways we need to game the system in order to save money is amazing. Who thinks of these things? Really!?
The only thing they could do for me was get me in the following day with an ultrasound at a nearby office that specialized in obstetrician services. When I showed up there were two other female clients in the waiting room who were staring at me like I was in the wrong neighborhood. It was a good thing I was only there for a few minutes before being called by a very beautiful young lady in medical scrubs. I hobbled my way to the last exam room down a long hallway and learned her name was Katie. Once in the examining room I was told to remove my clothes and put the gown on and sit on the examining table.
Katie came back into the room and told me she had to dim the lights so she could better see the monitors during the ultrasound. Due to her everyday script she must repeat over and over again she instinctively asked me to scoot down the table until my butt was feeling like it might fall off the table and … She stops herself and apologizes, saying she is not use to having a male on her table. I tell her it is fine with me, I have no problem scooting down. She just looks at me for a second and asks if I could lift my legs and place my heels in the stirrups as she pulls out the extensions from the corner of the table. To be honest, I think she was testing me to see how far I would go. I did my best, but she had to help me a little. The gown rode up my thighs, as it was too short to begin with.
As she did her scans with the wand on my testicles we briefly chatted about a few things, like the accident, my work, the summer weather and future plans. She finished up without saying anything about her findings. She then asked if she could scan a little higher and I agreed for her to continue. She said she would wipe away the gel as she lightly touched the tissue paper to my balls and wiped up, then to the right side followed by the repeat up stroke with a left swipe. She checked her work by bending down and looking up close while briefly shining a lamp in the direction of my testicles that were hanging off the end of the table and between my thighs. As she put more gel on my pubic area she asked if she could get personal for a minute and inquire about the smooth testicle skin that seemed hairless. She asked if I shaved, lasered, or waxed my testicles as she can tell I only trim my pubic hair. I told her I like to keep my testicles hair-free by shaving in the shower at least twice a week. I tried and did not like shaving my pubic hair due to the itchy grow back and constant upkeep that was required to prevent the itchy effects. She opens up with me by telling me she knows what I mean about the itchy grow back of hair, that’s why she had decided to go for laser treatments.
As she was scanning my pubic area she kept up the conversation and I learned she had been in a serious relationship that ended when he decided to move six states away for better pay at the same job. She wasn’t willing to move with him so they broke up. She hasn’t been looking for a new guy just yet as she wanted to immerse herself in her work. She had started the bikini laser treatments for him and he never got to enjoy the smooth skin she has now, months after her first treatment. She goes on to tell me about how her two best friends and she have a pact to help each other on their bucket lists. She decided to continue the laser treatments, partly because of the few women she scans that are hair-free and partly because she is about to take her two best friends to the Caribbean resort that happens to have a nude section. She said it was a secret bucket list for her to try a nude beach trip before she turned 30. Her friends talked her into going away for her 25th birthday and she picked the resort without telling them about the nude beach section.
I tell her I have been to several nude beaches and always swim naked in our private backyard pool. She says she thought I was either dark skinned or did something like nude sunbathing, seeing that I did not have much of a tan line going on. She tells me she had never been naked with anyone unless she was having sex with that person or the required group showers at high school after gym class. Those two didn’t count; she had a secret bucket list wish to visit a nude beach, now she is going to see if her two friends will join her in the Caribbean when they go down in a few weeks. She is about finishing up with her scans and I feel so at ease with her, it feels like I am talking to a sister about our favorite restaurant or best movie quotes.
As she is wiping the gel from my pubic area and moving my dick from side to side she asks if she can feel the smoothness of my hairless skin on my scrotum. I tell her she can, but only if she wants to. I can feel she hasn’t gotten all of the gel off my skin and I was going to ask for another tissue when she starts cupping my testicles ever so gently with one hand while stroking the skin with the fingers of her other hand. The feeling is hypnotic, and I am caught like a deer in headlights. She lifts up my sack and looks underneath at the back side and sees my perineum is also smooth. She blurts out a ‘cool!’ as she reaches in and strokes the area and smiles. From my vantage point, I can see the top of her head bob up and back as I feel the ever-so-light strokes of her magical fingers. I clear my throat and ask her if she has ever seen anything like it before, fully expecting her to say she sees it every day with her other clients who are usually all women. However she stops mid-stroke and looks up at my face and apologizes. I tell her it is no problem and I rather enjoy the sensation better than the pain I have been in since the accident. She gives me a few more strokes asking if it helps with the pain. I tell her it does help alleviate the concentration of the pain. She again stops but is still looking at my mid-section as she wheels herself back and asks about the feeling of being exposed on a nude beach and getting the full effects of sun on the entire body. I tell her there is nothing like it, I enjoy the exposure and the sun kiss I get is amazing on the skin and the mind.
She looks confused as I try to convince her she has to try it at least once. She confides back to me she is having second thoughts and might change the resort location so she doesn’t have to have it looming over her head while they are down there for the extended weekend. She would rather just go to a normal beach and wear her new bikini swim suit. I ask her if she went full Brazilian or if she left a landing strip. She says she went 100 percent down there and she has one more treatment before she is guaranteed to be hairless. She says it is pretty smooth now so she doesn’t know how much more she can go with the smoothness part. I go on and try to explain to her the feeling she would have, now that she is hairless and the sun kiss sensations she will experience are what she probably needs to get back into dating and moving on from her recent breakup. She says she still doesn’t know if she can go through with going naked in public to which I ask if she has tried recently to be naked with someone who she is not sleeping with or cleaning up after working out. She agrees she has not been naked much outside the daily shower in her apartment.
I tell her that we can try it here, in the safety of her examination room and promise her nothing funny is going to happen and all she would have to do is scream and someone will bust through the door in a heartbeat. I would face criminal charges and probably go to jail, which is not what I want at all! I simply offered her a chance to be naked in a room with someone she is not dating or sleeping with and assured her she was safe and even offered to stand way across the room from her. She said we don’t have much time left in the appointment and we would have to do it right now. I removed my legs from the stirrups and go to stand up. She had to help me at first. Once on my feet I turned away from her and removed the gown, then placed it in the soiled bin in the corner of the room near the door.
She asks for me to stay facing away from her while she removes her clothes. I hear her clothes hit the counter near the metal sink. She is muffled a little bit as she says I can turn around and I see her trying to get the medical scrub shirt over her head. She places it on her panties while reaching around and unclipping her bra with one hand. She is now naked except for her socks and she looks amazing. She looks at me with eagle eyes wondering if I was going to make a break for it and attack her or something. I try to reassure her that it is noting more than being in the room as if we had clothes on, only now we didn’t. Her breast are firm and the perfect size for her frame, not too small and not too large either!
Her hips are bent forward a little bit as if to hide herself. I asked if I can see her laser treatment work. She stands up and looks down at herself then up at me with a huge smile on her face. I tell her it looks nice and smooth from here. She reaches down and touches her skin and says it is pretty smooth. I ask her to twirl around, which she drops her big smile and cocks her head and simply says ‘no.’ Instead she steps forward towards the exam table and pulls the paper down and rips off the section I was laid out on and tosses it in the trash. She says she is going to reciprocate and allow me to see her lower section seeing she just had an intimate look at mine. She climbs up on the table as I am able to look briefly at her naked ass. She positions herself first with crossed legs as she looks at me for a clue as to what I am thinking. I stayed back away from her as I can’t believe what is happening to me. She then reaches in between her thighs as she spreads her legs into the stirrups. She says she sees her female clients the most in this position and she often feels like she is a gynecologist at times. Her left hand covers her pussy but is not touching it. She spreads her knees and removes her hand. She tells me to reach into the box on the wall and put on a glove and the step closer and feel her pubic mound. My gloved hand skips across her skin as I try to find the correct amount of pressure to use to gently feel the smooth-looking skin. I sit in her rolling chair, but keep my back straight up as my eyes are on her eyes reassuring her that nothing weird is going to happen. She slowly closes her eyes and tilts her head back a little as she says it feels better than when her laser tech is poking and prodding looking for stray hairs.
I take the opportunity to lower my gaze and look at her undercarriage. I can not see one hair, it looks amazing as her pale skin meets her tiny bikini lines. I can tell she wears at least two different suits or she adjusts the angle to get more sun on different parts of her skin. I see her lips are getting a little puffy and her clit is trying to poke through. I gently lower my hand and attempt to graze past her clit as I feel the smooth skin of her lips. I stroke down the right side, then across her perineum and up the left side. She exhales as if she had been underwater for the last minute or two. She opens her eyes and looks right at me. She reaches down and presses her hand into her pubic mound and exhales again. She admits no one has touched her there, hell she hasn’t touched herself, in weeks. I notice a paper towel on the shelf below the table has a glob of gel on it and is within easy reach. I dip the tip of my middle finger in the gel and go back to using my index finger to press her puffy lips and begin to slip my finger in between. She shudders but doesn’t move or protest as my finger slowly strokes down and a little bit deeper. I raise the side of my index finger up until the tip of my finger reaches the area that gives way for further entry. I slowly insert it as she lowers herself trying to engulf my finger tip. I stretch out my thumb to meet her clit and press while wiggling it a little bit. My index finger starts a little exit which she responds with lowering herself a little more. I feel her movements and reverse direction and go deeper into her. She sighs a happy exhale as I begin to withdraw my finger and release my thumb pressure. She opens her eyes but is looking down at her belly. I quickly reverse my hand’s direction again but this time my lubricated middle finger enters her rear entrance. She gasps but shuts her eyes and slowly lowers herself to meet my thumb again.
She is now in control and I keep my hand steady for her to grind back and forth. It only takes a few times and she is suddenly convulsing and grabbing the edge of the table. A soft whimper escapes her mouth, followed by a smile. I attempt to remove my fingers from both orifices and she grabs my arm while asking me to not move. I am unsure of what is happening at this moment and start to think I might be told off or worse. She pulls herself up the table and removes her legs form the stirrups. She looks down at me and sees I am rock hard for the first time. She smirks a devilish smile at me as I try to offer up an apology. She tells me to shut up and get on the table. She follows up with, "we do not have much time--I need to hurry up." She takes my shoulders and whips me around and I land on the table almost pushing it aside with a loud shriek noise. She tells me to lay back and goes to grab my erection while bending down at the knees. I take ahold of her wrist and tell her no. She says it is only fair.
I again tell her no, there is no need for this to happen. As I go on to tell her I will get dressed and leave she replies that she will return the favor and puts on a fresh new glove before slipping her finger in the gel on the paper towel. I think she is serious, and she nods her head in approving motions and tells me to lift my hips in the stirrups a little more. I begin to slowly stroke myself as I move my hips and she presses her lubricated finger into my rear passage. I continue to slowly stroke the entire length as her finger gently inserts further. She feels around while looking at my face. I pick up the speed of my strokes as she presses just a little harder. It doesn’t take long. I begin to erupt like never before, she starts to relax her finger as I quietly grunt for her to press harder and wiggle her fingertip back and forth. It seems like I will never stop ejaculating as wave after wave of contractions empties my balls of all it ever had stored up. My belly and chest are covered and I am spent and stop stroking.
She grabs a paper towel and removes her glove. She uses the paper towel to wipe my anus as the final contraction subsides in my body. She makes a comment about never seeing that much fluid come out of a man before. She is highly impressed and says we need to clean me up pretty quickly. She forces my legs out of the stirrups and hands me a few paper towels. I begin to wipe up the mess. She runs some water in the sink and hands me a few wet paper towels. She again mentions, how much can one have in them? I told her she had a bit of her own when she was up on the table. She reaches down and feels herself. Her jaw drops as she quickly reaches for more paper towels to wet for herself. She takes a wipe and then looks at it closely. She reaches for dry towels and wipes again. She then reached down and feels herself one more time. She is shocked it is still going for her. She wipes again and then says we have to get going. She tells me to stay on the table, as she starts to get dressed. She tells me I can never mention this to anyone, ever. She could get fired and she needs this job; I am not to say anything. As she is about to leave the room she takes a look at my limp dick and shaved testicles. She thanks me, tells me she is going to love her trip to the Caribbean resort with her two best friends. and I need to get dressed and meet her in the hallway in one minute.
In the hallway I asked her if I was going to get a clearance to return to work. She said she thinks I am going to need to take the next few days off to recover.
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