I'd like to thank "Flute", my editor, who patiently shaped my first story and initiated me into the world of erotic writing. You never forget your first...
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"Mr. Martin, good morning, this is Dr. King."
"Oh, good morning ma'am." I certainly wasn't expecting this call. I'd just been to her office a few weeks earlier for my annual visit and nothing seemed amiss.
Dr. King is my dermatologist. With my pale white skin and history of sunburns, I've been getting a full screening with her once a year for the last three years. She'd been recommended by a female coworker and she seemed to be very highly rated. I knew I shouldn't have been, but I felt a little naughty picking a female dermatologist.
Dr. Patrice King has that sexy bookish kind of beauty. The first time I went she'd had on glasses, a hair bun and a somewhat reserved manner. And of course, a lab coat hiding her body. In truth, I was instantly attracted to her. She's smart and witty, and I just enjoy talking with her. She even has a sexy voice. We always have a good visit, and I always keep her and her staff cracking up so even though I only see them once a year, they remember me. Interestingly, this last visit she had her hair down, which only made her prettier, and she wasn't wearing glasses.
Because the exam requires looking at my skin, it is kind of weird being so nearly naked in front of a woman that's not my wife. Well, actually two. During the examination she always comes in with an assistant, I guess to prevent any problems. I have to strip down to my underwear and let her look over me. I ask if I should take them off too. Interestingly on the first visit she said no, but on the second visit she wasn't so quick to say no. My boxers don't close well in the front so although I try not to, I inevitably flash a little bit. On my latest visit I wore something a bit more interesting, still boxer type but more colorful. That made for some fun.
I'm always worried I'm going to get an erection during the examination. I really want to ask her if that ever happens but it seems so unprofessional to ask. The examination requires that she touch me in a lot of places, which is more than I get from my wife. While face down on the second visit, she said, "I need to check here real quickly," as she pulled my boxers up to look at my butt cheeks. I could definitely feel a stirring but luckily I wasn't hard enough to show! On the last visit she checked from the bottom up, then grasped the waistband and basically pulled my boxers down - I definitely started firming up that time! I rolled over and she did some thorough checking in the front. I'm pretty sure she got a look at everything this time. Lucky I kept my erection down but I must have looked a bit swollen up during the examination.
Anyway, she continued with the telephone conversation. "There's nothing to worry about, but I was looking at some new research and I, well, found information about a rare form of melanoma that patients with your characteristics may have. I didn't know about it earlier so I didn't look for it, but I'd like to, well, get a second look - I mean, to check specifically for it. I don't think you have it but I'd like to be sure."
"Oh, OK. I know it's hard to schedule an appointment since you're usually booked months in advance. Can you schedule me or should I talk to your staff?" I asked.
"Well, it's hard to say this. I should have read the paper before you were here but I got behind in keeping up with my professional reading. This is embarrassing, actually, but, well, I don't want to let my staff know I missed something. You're actually my only patient with the genetic disposition toward the condition and I'd make a special accommodation just for you. If possible I'd like to see you outside the normal hours, after the office closes."
That did seem odd. But I could understand how she might not want her staff to see her miss something.
"Oh, that's not a problem. I'm an engineer, a professional like you, so I understand completely." I hoped that would put her at ease. "I work late a few nights a week so just let me know when you're available and I'll be there."
"Oh, thank you Mr. Martin. I really, really appreciate this. It's not like me to miss something so I really appreciate your helping me." Wow, she really sounded relieved.
"So, could you come in this evening?" she asked.
"Let me check real quick...calendar's coming up...sure, no problem. When should I come by?" I asked.
"Would six be too late? I can get you right in and do the examination in less than 30 minutes," she said, sounding relieved and, well, something else.
"It's a date; I'll be there at six." I instantly regretted saying that. "I mean, yes, I'll be there at six."
"Sex o'clock then," she said, now sounding a bit - nervous or, excited? And did she say "sex o'clock?" I have to quit having doctor fantasies. "And again, thank you," she said.
"No problem, I'll see you later" and we hung up.
Well that was a bit weird and as a result, I had doctor fantasies all day. It was hard to concentrate on work. I even started to get a hard-on during one really boring meeting. I was thinking of cancelling the appointment, but I was too intrigued (or horny) not to go.
Eventually 5:30 came around and it was time to go. I quickly wrapped up what I was doing, left the office and got in my car. It didn't take me long and I arrived a few minutes early. The parking lot was almost completely empty except for one silver Mercedes coupe - no doubt Dr. King's car.
I locked my car and walked to the building. As I turned the corner and headed toward the door, I could see Dr. King waiting for me in the reception area wearing her usual white lab coat. I waved and before I even reached the door she had the door open.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," she said. She seemed a bit edgy and was scanning the parking lot. "Please, come in."
"I'm just impressed you're going through so much trouble to take care of me."
"No, not at all, it's my mistake and I want to make sure I've done the best for you. Please, follow me."
I asked about the condition that she was concerned about as I followed her to the treatment room. She assured me that she didn't think I had it but she needed to be sure.
"In its earliest stages it's very hard to detect except as a small hard area just below the skin and the slightest discoloration. I'll have to look very closely and, I'll have to do a lot of, well, contact checking."
"It sounds a bit uncomfortable but that's OK. I hope you're able to catch it."
"Well, again, I don't think you have it but you are in a high risk group."
