The other day, I had my annual appointment with the gynaecologist. It was not going to be with my usual medic, a small and old man with a serious look in his eyes that had recently retired from professional practice, but with another doctor that a friend had recommended me but whom I didn't know. I arrived early in the morning at his office and the receptionist took me to the waiting room. I noticed that there were many beautiful and young women, just like me, sitting in the armchairs. I thought that all men should envy gynaecologists, for they get paid to palpate beautiful breasts and to check-up in full detail a great number of vaginas every day.
Finally, it was my turn to go and see the medic; he happened to be young and very attractive. He told me to take off all my clothes and the underwear too, and to put on a little and short hospital gown that was opened on the front. He left me alone so I could do all that and he soon came back with a nurse, a petite and young girl with long black hair. He touched my breasts on all sides in search of any irregularity, but he didn't find anything wrong, although he did make my nipples get hard.
He then asked me to lay down in an inspection table; he told me to fold my knees and to put my feet in a special stand to make my legs stay wide opened without me getting tired. I had recently shaved with wax my pubic zone and that surely facilitated the gynaecologist's work, who needed to perfectly explore everything. Like that, without a single hair, nothing obstructed his vision and he could appreciate at plenitude my vagina.
The thing is that both the doctor and the nurse looked out and inspected my vagina. He did an external pelvic test, followed by an internal inspection with an expander and a couple of small mirrors. After that, he made a palpation and a rectovaginal examination. He then said that, before my visit was over, he needed to examine my clitorial hood to see if it was all right. At that point my body started to tremble, and nervousness took over me, all his inspections and touches had really turned me on and wave after wave of pleasure had been traversing my whole body. My vagina was already very wet, I don't know if he and the nurse had noticed that. But if he touched my clit, I knew that I was not going to be able to resist it and I would explode with a bomb made of desire. No sooner said than done, he put a finger over my clit, and a ferocious and ecstatic orgasm made me scream with intense pleasure.
