Doctor in Metairie, LA Youngish (early to mid 30's), petite, firm, slim and beautiful.
I was in Metairie getting my Mate's Ticket and part of that meant I had to get a physical. The doctor's office was across the street from the school and I went over there one afternoon to get it done.
I went in and after signing in I sat to wait. There were some other guys there and a few of us started talking some. They all commented on how good looking the doctor was. With my luck I didn't think she'd be all that great, or I'd get a guy. When they pointed her out I looked through the receptionist's window and didn't see anything except big girls; so I figured it would just be a regular physical with out any excitement.
When my name was called I went back and had one of the girls I'd seen through the window escort me through the height, weight, blood and eye checks. I found out that my vision was 20/30 and made a crack that 'You really can go blind'. The nurse looked at me and when she got it, she laughed too.
Still giggling from that, she led me to room and told me to strip except for my underwear, put on the robe, and wait for the doctor.
I did as she'd said, and when I grabbed the robe noticed that it was one of the cloth ones they liked to use in doctor's offices in LA. It was soft, like it had been washed a lot and felt cool after the humid weather outside.
I was sitting there for a while when my heart stopped as the doctor came in; she was gorgeous! The guys out front hadn't been lying, but even their talk hadn't done her justice. She looked to be in her early 30's, slim, trim and totally beautiful!
And there I was, just my underwear and a small robe; my cock was almost painful the way it jumped up.
'Hi, how are you today? My name is Lisa and I'll be doing your physical today.' She was looking down at her clipboard as she said this, so I took the chance to try to move my cock to a more comfortable and less obvious position. 'Your name is Glenn, right?' Then she noticed my uneasiness and asked 'Are you okay?'
I stammered that I was fine and that my name was Glenn.
'What's wrong?' she asks, and when her eyes go down to my lap I almost die. To my surprise she gives me a sly smile and says 'When guys are cocky I get mad, when they're actually embarrassed it's okay; sometimes they're cute so....' And now she blushes.
'Yes?' I ask innocently.
'No, it's... Anyway' she asks with a smile 'are you going to sit like that the whole time?'
I smile back and not trusting myself to speak, I nod to her.
Her smile gets bigger and she pouts. Then she smiles again and asks 'What if I tell you a secret?' I nod and she lowers her voice and says 'Sometimes I like to see; when I don't have a boyfriend.' She says that and then blushes.
'Um, can I ask you a question without you getting mad?'
She gives me a small smile and nods.
'Well, um...' I take a breath and quickly ask 'Then it's okay if I say that you'll be one hell of a dream when I get back to my hotel; and I'll be going back there when I leave here?'
I know she's going to smack me but I had to say it. To my surprise, she smiles again. 'What if I say that's okay; if your underwear is off for the exam? No promises, but...'
'Only if there's a snowballs chance in hell that you'd think of a date with me. Just a date for whatever you want. Nothing else and I'll wear extra underwear. Maybe I'll get lucky and you'll wear frump cloths, but even then I think you'd be dream material!'
Lisa laughs at my expression, and then to my shock she pushes my gown up some and puts her hand on my thigh. It's not very high, but the gown was short to begin with, so it's more than halfway up my thigh. 'Just a date?'
'Well, as many as I can have with you; and I'll probably beg.'
She drags her fingers down my leg as she moves away and I think I've blown it. To my surprise she says 'Tell me a dream about me and I'll promise at least one date. But those come off first.'
She has a leer on her face and I decide to go one further. 'Anything you want if you'll think about taking them off for me.' I pause for a second, and then say 'Yeah, I knew it; but I had to ask!'
We both laugh and then laugh again when we bump into each other; she'd been coming closer to do it!
She stands there against me for a minute and my cock is poking against her stomach. She gives me a smile and then puts her hand on my stomach to keep me against the exam table. 'Stay and I will, but the story had better be good!'
All I can do is nod as I feel her run a hand down my stomach to get a hold of the bottom of my gown. She lifts it up and her other hand grips my underwear and pulls them down some. Then she slides the hand holding my gown up down and inside my underwear and grips my cock! I groan as her grip is warm and soft; to my surprise, she gives a small gasp and her eyes go down to look at my cock. She holds my cock as she pulls my underwear off, then lets go of my cock as she takes a step back. My cock is holding the gown up and it pointing almost straight up!
I step out of my underwear, then use my foot to flip them up. I catch them and then toss them on top of my cloths; then with a bashful smile I get back on the table. 'Come on, it's not that big; but oh what you're doing to my ego!'
She laughs at that, but then says 'It is larger than most I've seen. Your short and most guys'... cocks are like they are; but you... You're hung!'
'Ah, flattery, flattery; how about one idea of a dream is you as is in front of my camera. Me coming into view, standing beside you, and then pulling your dress up enough to expose your panties; ladies in lingerie are a fetish of mine. Then turning you around to expose your sweet little rear encased in those panties. Then turning you sideways to face me, and then me moving closer to kiss you. Then I'd back up some to turn you around so I could do it again from the rear. Then leaning you forward as I knelt behind you. Then wrapping one hand around my cock so I can stroke it, I'd lean forward to kiss your sweet little rear to say thank you for the dream?'
Lisa stands there for a minute, her eyes moving from eyes down to my cock, and then back and forth. 'How about for every story you tell me, we go out on a date?'
'That would be a nice dream,' I say. Then I turn semi-serious and say 'But that's the erotic one. I spend more time alone than with girls since my divorce; most are nice, but some are kind of wild.'