I woke up this morning knowing it was going to be a day I just wanted to get through and forget about. No, it wasn't going to be a bad day at work. It wasn't to be a day at work at all. It was all about that time of year again, time for my annual physical.
I wasn't dreading going to see the doctor as I made my way through heavier than normal traffic. I never really had dreaded doctor visits, mostly because I had been fairly healthy all my life. I am probably one of the more fit men of my age and I rarely went to my doctor more than a couple times a year. But that was just it, my age this year. I am turning fifty in two months and I knew what that meant. It was time for that dreaded procedure, a colonoscopy. I kept telling myself all week I wasn't having it done today. Dr. Morton was only going to schedule it for me sometime after my 50th birthday when my insurance would cover it.
Still, it was getting too close for comfort.
So here I am shifting uncomfortably in my car as I turn into the parking lot of the medical office. As I drive by the entrance I feel my backside pucker up at the thought of that scope penetrating nearly virgin territory. I suddenly have this amusing thought of all the years that orifice has been assaulted by my doctors digitally. Dr. Morton has had the dubious pleasure for almost five years now. I squirm again in my seat as I pull into a parking place and imagine the feeling of that thick meaty finger of his stabbing up my butt. I for once actually smile about it, not out of pleasure but out of relief that for today it will only be a finger and not something else.
I walk on into the office and up to the counter. I am greeted by a bright smiling face of a new receptionist.
"Good morning, sir. Do you have an appointment with us today?" Along with the bright smile comes a very brightly toned voice.
Now I am one of these people that likes to be very personable and use names when I talk to someone. I just feel it's more of a social etiquette to do so and besides in a service environment it sometimes has proved to serve me well. So I would usually look right down at the young woman's name tag and expect in this case to read a 'Beth' or 'Susie' or something along those lines and come back with a response of, 'Hi Beth, yes I sure do and aren't we a very positive person to start my day.' Instead, my eyes don't make it down and over to her name tag. My eyes go down alright, but they freeze in place on two of the largest breasts and deepest formed cleavage I have seen in real life. I can feel my tongue and something else further down swell. At that moment I am so glad I am standing behind a waist high counter. As this so far unmanned woman types away on her computer her breasts jiggle and the gold heart dangling on a long gold chain slips further into the cavernous cleft of her bosom.
"Sir, do you have an appointment?" I hear the voice and come out of my trance.
"Uh, what, I uh..." I finally pull my lustful eyes away long enough to look over a couple of inches and see 'Carol' printed across her gold name tag. "Oh, yes Carol, I do."
"Great, with whom?" She asks as she reaches for her computer mouse. That small movement must separate her massive breasts just enough for that cut gold heart to finally fall off the precipice of and disappear between those two mounds of desired womanhood.
That small display causes me to swallow hard and as my hips involuntarily ease forward I feel the lump in my khakis bump against the counter. What is happening with me? I've never reacted this much for a woman out in public. I haven't had sex in over week, not even at the use of my left hand, but all this morning sex has been the furthest thing from my mind. But here I am sporting a real live hard-on.
"I, uh, am with Dr. Morton." I finally spit out.
"Oh my, I'm sorry." Carol replies.
The tone in her voice goes from very bright to very somber in barely a heartbeat. I find my surprising erection deflating just about as fast.
"Is there a problem?" I ask.
"Well, yes, we have to reschedule appointments for his patients. He was in a car accident this morning and is still in the hospital. He's doing well, but obviously he won't be seeing patients today."
"Oh wow, at least he's okay. He's a fine doctor."
"So, can I reschedule you for another day? We expect him back in a few of days, but he is already booked for about three weeks out. I can try and find you one for then." Carol goes to tapping on her keyboard once more and the jiggling breasts are apparent again. The rise in my khakis also begins to return.
Where am I getting off being this horny? I feel the head of my cock creep back down my thigh in my boxers.
Then my fat head, the one on my shoulders takes control again for a second. I realize I can't schedule a day in the next three or four weeks or even a month after that. I have a swing of business trips lined up for almost two solid months. At first I think it's a good excuse to put off an unpleasant experience, but its just going to be the same pain coming on down the road.
"Hmmm, I let myself bump up too close to a travel schedule so it would tough to plan anything in that time frame. I originally made the appointment for today just for that reason." I tell Carol.
Carol continues to tap away on her computer and although her generous bosom still is giving me fits of lusty thoughts, the thought of my scheduling conflict overpowers it and my hard-on dwindles away again.
"Well, I could book you to see different doctor that is available today. Dr. Benson has an opening this morning. A late cancellation. Would that be alright?" Carol looks up at me and I am sure she purses her lips, those red lips with a glossy shine.
