He had the morning to himself no patients just paperwork, there was a lot to get done. He was so backed up, it was nuts. Before he can even start, his office manager knocks on the door.
"Russ, I got a call from the construction foreman. Their engineer is in town, and she is not feeling well. Any chance you could see her?" He was always willing to help, despite the paperwork, or maybe because of it, he says yes. "She is room 12".
He knocked on the door and walked in. A woman about 50, short hair, with a full figure was sitting on the table with a gown on. He sat on the wheeled stool, opened his computer, and started the visit. He started with the usual questions regarding medical history, medications, etc. She was on a small dosage of sleeping medicine. He wasn't really making eye contact, as his face was buried in the computer.
When he finally looked up, though never making it to her eyes, he realized that she was not wearing anything under her gown, and her legs were really quite nice, as he always noticed women's legs. The stool he sat on was low enough that his eyes were on the same level as her knees.
"Ms. Clark, thank you for going through all of those background questions, it is important to get a complete medical history before any treatment can be determined. Now, tell me what is going on." This time, he looks into her amazing green eyes and receives a signal his already hardening cock hears loud and clear.
"I am in town on business working on the expansion project for your clinic. I am so tired, but I am having trouble sleeping. The medicine I have been taking worked well enough in the beginning, but lately, it just hasn't done the trick. I find myself distracted, irritable, unable to concentrate."
"Is that the only symptom you notice?" the doctor asked.
"Well, there is something else, it is kind of embarrassing." He smiled, warmly, reassuring her that he was willing to listen.
"Most nights, before I go to sleep, I, well, I masturbate." she blushed and looked away.
