Angela Miller sat on the edge of the exam table and allowed her dangling bare feet to swing back and forth like a kid. The thin cotton gown covered her to mid-thigh and since she had come to the clinic braless all she had on under it were her panties. And it wasn’t warm in the room. Not at all.
She was about to hop down and look for a thermostat when the door opened and a tallish brunette in blue scrubs stepped through. She looked a little harried, with a couple of locks of hair escaping from a loose pony tail that she wore to the side. She shut the door behind her with a bit of sigh and took an exaggerated deep breath. “Whew”, she said smiling then looked at the folder in her arms.
“Great, Hi…umm…I’m…Jessica. Just doing your intake-vitals, etcetera…” She was stumbling, seemingly unable to get the words out in the right order. Or remember her goddam name apparently! All she could think was “Those eyes!” as she was almost pinned to the door by Angie’s arresting robin’s egg blue eyes.
“No, good,” said Angie smiling and cocking her head to one side like a curious puppy. Of course the teeth were perfect and white as copy paper.
Angie put Jessica around thirty or so-about five years older than she was. She was slim and pretty with an unexpected silver stud in her left nostril. She seemed a little nervous; maybe she was new. Angie relaxed in the casual intimacy of the exam room -feeling Jessica’s thigh against hers and her breath on her neck as she took her pulse and wrapped the blood pressure sleeve around her arm. At least her hands were warm!
“What are you wearing?” Jessica asked as she wrote numbers on her chart. “The scent…”
“Oh, you like it? A friend of mine actually makes it…”
“Yeah-mixes all the oils and everything…quite an operation.”
“I love it. She calls it…Blue Steam, I think. Or something like that…If she hasn’t changed the name already. She goes back and forth.”
“Thanks…” Jessica asked a few more rote questions and made notes.
“You been here long?” Angie asked.
“A few months….”
“You like it?”
“Doctor Greene is amazing-I’m learning a lot from her.”
Jessica set the folder aside and flashed a slightly pained embarrassed smile. “If you don’t mind…flopping over onto your belly? She insists on core temperature.”
“Rectal”, Jessica answered, the pained smile getting tighter.
“Oh-yes, sure. Sorry”, said Angie. “I’ve been here before…Didn’t recognize the term” She slid over and reclined on her side for a moment before rolling over. She lifted slightly and arranged herself and the gown then settled.
“Thank you”, Jessica said relieved. “Some people make this so awkward…”
The cords on the gown kept it from sliding completely open in back but weren’t tight enough to keep her well rounded bottom from blooming through the gap.
“She started calling it ‘core’ because ‘rectal’ freaked people out.”
“I’m not shy”, said Angie situating herself, settling her head on crossed arms. “It’s only a bum, right?”
“Right”, said Jessica with a nervous laugh. Why was she nervous? She’d been doing this every day for the past three months. There was a pause before she realized that Angie wasn’t going to reach back and push her panties down like most people. Instead she lifted her hips a tad. “Would you do the honors?” she asked back over her shoulder, her face obscured by a cascade of honey blonde hair.
“Of course, sure”. Jessica quickly, carefully, and as clinically as possible, pulled the panties down to the tops of the woman’s thighs. No further than absolutely necessary but far enough to expose the roundest, firmest bottom that she had ever seen. And she’d seen plenty. Then, with a practiced hand, she used her thumb and index finger to open Angie’s cheeks and insert the pre-lubed tube into her tiny brown button. When she released the cheeks they closed firmly around the trim tube.
“Mmmm…” said Angie. “Tickles…”
Some patients were chatty to cover their nerves, some silent-squeezing their cheeks and powering through embarrassment. Jessica would be chatty or silent-whatever the situation called for. She would usually catch up on notes or look anywhere else around the room. But what she couldn’t do right now was look away. She had never seen…she gazed down at Angie’s perfectly rounded bottom as if into a crystal ball.
“You spend a lot of time at the gym, don’t you?”
“A ton! Why….?”
“Your bottom, girl…” Jessica couldn’t believe she was saying it as she said it.
“Hah…yeah. I had a boyfriend once that called it the most spankable ass in the state.”
“Spank…it…er…you. Spank you?”
“Naw, not really. He never could figure out how that would work. A slap now and again…he was dense…”
“Must have been”, Jessica mused in a soft voice.
“That’s nice…” Angie said.
Without realizing it Jessica had, during their exchange, rested her hand on the small of Angie’s back.
“Oh god! I’m sorry…” she almost pulled it away but didn’t. The nervousness that she had felt earlier had slipped from her chest and settled lower. Much lower and it wasn’t really nerves anymore. She was transfixed by the view and fought to control her hands.
“You can touch it if you want”, the words came muffled from under the tumble of hair as if Angie was reading her mind.
“My bum…if you want.”
Angie’s eyes were closed and she was breathing lightly. There was no response coming from behind then the thermometer pinged to tell them it was done. She bit her lip lightly feeling herself being spread again and the instrument withdrawn.
A trifle chastened that her offer had not been accepted, she was about to reach back and pull up her panties when Jessica said “Hmmm…that’s odd. It didn’t take.” Then she felt her cheeks parted again and the tube slipped back into place. Slower this time. She held her breath until a hand, warm and dry, cupped her right cheek. And squeezed lightly.
“Ahhh…” Angie sighed and lifted her bottom slightly into the hand.
“My god, girl….this is…” her voice caught as her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. “Good lord….” She kneaded the right cheek then slid-not rising, not losing contact, but slid-across the deep crease from right to left and squeezed there. Then the other hand came into play to fondle the bottom of her cheeks and slide the panties a little further down. As the tingling in her crotch intensified, Jessica knew there was nothing that could stop her from kissing the lovely globes she had under hand and was lowering her face bumward when the door to the examining room opened with a simultaneous knock that really served no purpose.
“Dr. Greene!” Jessica gasped, caught with two handfuls of Angie Miller’s naked bottom.
“Hi Stephanie!” said Angie brightly, looking up and shaking the hair from her face.
Doctor or not, Stephanie Greene was a striking woman sliding into middle age with a style and panache that couldn’t be faked. She wore an above the knee electric blue skirt and a dark blouse that only a shade or two lighter than her shoulder length raven hair. She stepped into the room from where she had paused to take in the scene and closed the door behind her.
“May I ask…?” she began.
“I had a cramp”, Angie was quick to explain. “It just tightened up. Too much glutes at the gym this morning….Jessica is a gifted masseuse.”
“Uh huh…” said Stephanie, her eyes not buying it. “Jessica?”
“She was….really tight…” she muttered.
“OK…whatever. No time. Jessica, I’ll deal with you later”.
“Yes, Doctor”, she said gathering the folder and taking a step toward the door red-faced.
“Jessica?” Dr. Greene gave her a look and Jessica followed her eyes to Angie’s bottom where the thermometer still stood erectly in place like a little flag pole.
“Oh, I’m sorry…I’ll…” she stepped toward the table but was waved off.
“I’ll take care of it. Go.”
She hustled out the door and Dr. Greene with a quick wrist movement extracted the thermometer and dropped it in the basin. She then raised a hand and delivered a none-too-gentle smack to Angie’s upturned cheek. “You are such a brat”, she said.
“Don’t be too hard on her….she didn’t stand a chance.”
“Pull your panties up-let’s talk.”
A unique spin on the exam tail. I like it.
Thanks! Enjoyed it myself.
Fun story! Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for reading!
This was super hot…
Glad you enjoyed it-
This one is definitely up my alley 😉
More med stories would be nice 😉
Of course I’d have to meet with the editorial board, but I’m reasonably confident that there are some more stories to be told.
My secret kink 😉
Now I’m feeling feverish…;-)
I’m the patient. Always the patient when we play doctor. Naughty.
But of course!
Do you remember Feverish? It’s in the archives 10-1-2015. I don’t know how to do the linky thing or I’d send it over…
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Now where was the address for this clinic again…🙃 wow fab story. Off to the next instalment!
Bastards keep moving it. Seems to be a kind of pop-up deal. Will keep you posted! Glad you’re enjoying…