Monica swept into my surgery on a Thursday. She was a strikingly tall woman, six foot tall in bare feet. Her incredible legs were long in relation to her whole tall body. This was emphasised by a short, mid-thigh skirt and matching heels. Her legs were simply a thing of fantasy. But when you could tear your eyes and mind from them, you realised how much else there was to appreciate. Monica had a very pretty face framed by a short brunette haircut which only seemed to emphasise again her height. Her lips were full and incredibly kissable. She had a strong slim neck and the most wonderful breasts, full, ample and raised.
I was in the reception when she entered. I could feel myself draw breath. Here was an astonishingly beautiful woman. Chloe, my receptionist, also responded as this vision came in. She wriggled visibly and audibly. Then she slipped from her seat and moved round her desk to greet Monica. This was not Chloe's normal method of greeting patients. I recognised the same response in her as in myself. I had discovered Chloe's bisexuality recently when she had trumped my fantasy. Monica plainly filled her with lust.
I ushered Monica into my room. We exchanged pleasantries and I invited her to call me Sam. She smiled.
"Thank you, Sam. I'm Monica."
"How can I help?" I asked.
"It is quite delicate." She replied and blushed. She looked nervously down from my eyes. "You see ... I think I may have caught an STD."
"Well, have you visited an STD clinic? They can give you a swift diagnosis and the best help."
"I'm too embarrassed." She shook her head still looking down. "I would prefer to come somewhere that is more discrete and ..." She looked up and her deep brown eyes locked onto mine. "and to have very personal attention."
"Of course." I replied, only too glad that this ravishing creature had come to me. I looked her back in the eyes. "I'm delighted to offer you my services. You simply have to ask if there is anything you need."
Her tension eased a little and I felt it was time to return to the professional. "Tell me about your symptoms."
"Well I feel sore and I'm in pain. It particularly hurts when I pee and I feel the need to pee quite a lot."
"I see. Well, that may not necessarily be an STD." I said.
"Really?"
"No. It sounds a little more like a urinary tract infection. They are quite common and easily treated."
"I was so worried. To be honest, I've been living what I know is a risky lifestyle - sleeping around." She laughed nervously. "I have very strong sexual desires. And I like to fulfil them, Sam." Again, she looked me deep in the eyes as she confessed.
"Would you like me to examine you?" I offered.
"Yes, I would." She murmured.
I looked at her long legs and felt my cock stir at the thought. "Well, you may undress and put on this gown." I showed her the white cotton robe that was little bigger than an apron. "Then lie down on the exam table and put your feet in the stirrups."
I sat back down behind my desk and pretended to search for something on my computer. But I was watching Monica. She unzipped her dress and slipped it off. She stood in matching black satin panties and bra, patterned top hold up stockings and her heels. My erection rose in my boxers. My hand slipped down from the keyboard.
She reached down to lift off her heels, glancing up as she did so. Our gaze met. I could not look away. She turned and put her foot on the chair. She rolled down the stocking along her incredible leg. She turned a little more so I could admire her arse as she took off the other stocking. I had never enjoyed a striptease quite as much as this. Monica stood up and uncliiped her bra. Invisibly to me I felt her wonderful breasts fall out of the cups. She looked over and smiled and then finally whipped off her panties. Her back to me, just a few feet away, she was standing naked; quite gloriously naked. She picked up the gown and flicked her arms through it. Nonchalantly, she walked to the table, not bothering to tie the cotton string around her. For her, the table was comparatively low and she easily rested her beautiful arse on it, fell back and lifted her feet and ankles to the stirrups.
I had to shake myself. Tall and beautiful, she had me rapt. But naked before me, I was almost stunned. I stirred and moved to the table.
"I'm just going to take a look and then take a couple of swabs to go to the lab." I explained. I don't know how I had returned to my professionalism.
"I'm ready, Sam", Monica breathed.
I lifted the front of her gown. It revealed a perfectly waxed pussy atop the longest legs I had ever seen or touched. I pushed the stirrups apart swinging her legs open. I could see a little redness around her lips to indicate an infection.
"Would you like me to apply a little analgesic cream so that it won't hurt as much?" I enquired.
"Oh yes." Monica replied.
I placed a little cream on the tips of my fingers. As gently as I could, I rubbed it on the outside edge of her pussy lips. Almost instantly, the air was filled with a pungent smell of pheromones. Her juice was powerfully strong! I folded the cream just a little on the inside of her lips just opening the pussy a fraction. Monica sighed heavily.
