Fifteen minutes late. Flicking through the pages of an old magazine, I sighed and shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair of the surgery waiting room. An elderly man was loudly telling off the receptionist and the baby opposite me started grizzling, his mother gathered him up and began pacing up and down gently bouncing him. I sighed and re-read the poster on the wall next to me, telling me to get vaccinated if I was going abroad. I thought about walking through the sliding doors and escaping out into the fresh air. I'm so glad now that I didn't.
Finally, a deep, soft voice came over the tannoy, saying my name and asking me to come to see him in room six. For some reason, a shiver rippled through me. I gathered my bag together, my keys jangling loudly as I nervously crossed the waiting room into the corridor. The doorway of Room Six displayed his name - Dr Elliott. I tapped nervously on the door and a deep, kind voice called to me to come in.
He was sitting at his computer and turned to smile at me. He was tall, stocky but fit with short, grey hair. I breathed in the smell of his aftershave and for some reason, my heart fluttered a little in my chest when I felt his twinkling dark eyes rest on me.
"Have a seat, please," he urged kindly.
I sat down and my bag thumped down next to me. I hadn't expected a good-looking doctor. He leaned forward in his chair and spoke gently.
"How can I help you?"
"I've come for contraceptive advice Doctor, I've also been getting soreness in my breasts."
He nodded and smiled reassuringly.
"Let me start by examining your breasts, would you like me to call a nurse in to chaperone?"
I hesitated and shook my head. Instinctively, I felt a need to be alone with him.
"Ok, if you could take off your top and bra and just sit on the edge of the bed. Take your time."
He moved over to the door and turned the lock, pulling firmly on the handle to check that it couldn't be opened.
Nervously, I unbuttoned my blouse and unclipped my bra. I heard him washing his hands at the small sink in the corner. He walked back to me and gently pushed my long blonde hair aside. His gaze lingered over my breasts, he couldn't seem to look away. His eyes looked glazed and his breathing became slightly heavier. When he spoke, his voice had grown a little husky.
"You have very large breasts for your age, you may need an up-to-date bra fitting. An ill-fitting bra can cause soreness to the breast. I will take a look though."
He pulled his chair over and sat in front of me. I breathed in as his hands cupped my breasts. They felt soft, warm and gentle, moving expertly around each breast.
"Any tenderness?" he asked.
I shook my head. Embarrassed, I turned to look out of the window, a red car was reversing into a car parking space, shunting back and forth.
"Your breasts are very firm despite their size," he murmured.
His hands began to squeeze more firmly.
"How does that feel? Any pain?"
I went to speak but instead a gentle moan escaped me. He paused and his touch softened. Each squeeze of his hands creating gentle waves of pleasure.
I whispered, "No, it feels good, Doctor."
His breaths seemed heavier and I suddenly felt his fingers gently stroking around my nipples. I gasped.
He smiled gently, "Your nipples are particularly sensitive, they harden when touched, which is perfectly normal."
I couldn't hide the pleasure any longer, I tipped my head back, closed my eyes and moaned gently as he continued with his feather-soft caresses.
"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned softly and deeply.
"Your breasts are beautiful," he murmured. "To make sure they are healthy I need to see how the nipples respond to being sucked."
I nodded, breathless with anticipation. He knelt down off his chair and cupped my breast, leaning in and gently sucking on it. I cried out in pleasure, hearing gentle wet noises as his lips and tongue sucked and caressed each nipple. The pleasure was so intense, it was like electricity shooting through me, sparking between my legs.
Slowly he pulled away, back onto his chair. I was still gasping, desperately wanting him to carry on. He regained his composure, straightened his tie.
"Forgive me, I forgot myself a little there. I'm a doctor but still a man and sometimes even I get a little aroused."
My eyes flitted down to see a large bulge in his trousers. I felt shocked, could a man like this really be turned on by me? An inexperienced eighteen-year-old virgin?
He coughed and crossed his legs.
"You came to see me about contraception?" he asked, his voice changing to a more professional tone.
