Medical confidentiality
Making an appointment with a doctor, even at a private clinic, turned out to be no easy task—first, as usual, they lost my file, then it turned out I had to call strictly on Monday between eight and nine to get the coveted appointment slip. But fortunately, I was in no hurry—I just wanted to have a routine check-up. The ophthalmologist, the ENT specialist—all that was behind me, and only the endocrinologist awaited me.
Despite the full schedule, there was no one in line ahead of me. I knocked on the door, a laughing nurse opened it and invited me in. The doctor was a young, stern blonde with delicate features. She began questioning me, and
I suddenly felt a kind of calm I had never felt before in clinics. Later, I analyzed our conversation and realized she didn't blame me for anything—you know, how doctors usually start lamenting, "Oh, how could you let this happen." No, with her, with my endocrinologist, I felt calm and didn't feel guilty. I felt relieved and even allowed myself to joke, smile, and look at her. The doctor—Elena Viktorovna, as her badge said—looked at me attentively at that moment and, it seemed to me, also smiled slightly with the corner of her mouth."Olenka, please bring the referral forms," she said to the nurse, who obediently left. "Now I need to examine you," this was to me, and I stood up, a little flustered. Elena asked me to stand facing the window, stood opposite me, and took my head in both her hands. With her fingers, she... no, she wasn't feeling, she was caressing my lymph nodes! Suddenly, my shyness peaked and vanished. She's stroking me! Stroking my neck, and with confident movements, turning my head. I wanted to go limp, to surrender to these hands—but she abruptly removed them and went to the desk to write something down. Oh, I must have just imagined it!
After writing something in the file, she looked at me with an appraising gaze and, after a slight hesitation, said, "I also need to examine your breasts." "Alright," I said and somewhat awkwardly began to undress. And there I was again, standing by the window, wearing only a skirt and sandals, with the spring sun playing highlights on my large breasts. Elena came a little closer and confidently took my breast in both hands. After stroking it a little, she began massaging it more firmly, taking first the right, then the left in both palms, and suddenly her fingers slid to my nipples. She tugged, squeezed my nipples so gently and yet so confidently that I suddenly felt my panties getting wet. I couldn't suppress a sigh and slightly closed my eyes. Elena chuckled softly and continued the caresses—now I didn't doubt for a second that this was not just an examination! The commanding movements of her hands excited me more and more, I could no longer restrain myself, threw my head back and began breathing rapidly. Elena sat on the windowsill, pulled me to her by the waist, and leaned over my breast. With the tip of her tongue, she began to caress my nipples, then suddenly squeezed my breast with her hands, took my nipple in her mouth and began actively licking it with her tongue, making me moan. Further and more passionately, afraid of losing my balance, I thrust my hands forward and bumped into her shoulders, and no longer aware of what I was doing, I began stroking her shoulders, her head, running my fingers through her strands of hair. Gentle caresses weren't enough, and Elena bit my nipple. A sweet explosion of pain and bliss pierced my body, and I no longer doubted what needed to be done—I ran my fingertips over the back of her head, gathered her hair into a handful, clenched it in my fist, and gently but firmly pulled. A sweet sigh indicated I was on the right path, and we continued our caresses, which had now become mutual and free.
But these tender moments weren't enough for us. A desire for something more burned stronger and stronger within me, my movements became sharp, my breathing—ragged. Elena sensed my impatience, slid her palms down my back, slipped her thumbs under the waistband of my skirt and pulled it down along with my panties. Smiling, she stood up from the windowsill, ran her hand through my hair. My breath caught at how close she was to me, and I was already reaching for her lips, but she quickly moved away, took me by the waist, turned me with my back to the window, and pushed me to sit on the windowsill. I let my skirt drop and slightly spread my legs, looking at her questioningly. Elena nodded, spread my legs even wider, and knelt down in front of me. Closing my eyes, I threw my head back in anticipation of incredible sensations—and I was not mistaken. I expected Elena to start her caresses with stroking fingers, but it turned out she was no less aroused than I was—she immediately began to caress my pussy with her tongue. Oh god, how sweet and wonderful it was! She licked away the lubrication that appeared from arousal, she licked my clitoris, slipped her little tongue into my vagina, bringing me more and more intense emotions. Her movements were fast, precise, and she achieved what no man ever had—I felt an orgasm for the first time!
Oh, how sudden and powerful it was! () I involuntarily squeezed my legs, trapping her face between my thighs, and grabbed her shoulder. Elena gave my bottom a loud slap, and the sensations intensified! A tender, pulling passion in my lower abdomen gathered into a knot and exploded, spreading bliss throughout my body. Thoughts vanished, I felt completely new, free, happy. But the caresses brought me back from heaven to earth—and the continuation felt even sharper and more sensual. Waves of pleasure ran through my body, I shuddered, cried out, and Elena, without leaving my pussy, pinched my bottom painfully—and I remembered we were in the office and I needed to restrain my emotions. I bit my lip, but Elena didn't stop; licking me, she slid to my bottom and licked me there. It was very unusual and so sharply arousing that I moaned softly, unable to stay silent. Elena ran her tongue from my anus to my clitoris, patted my thighs, and slowly stood up. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and in her eyes burned an unbearably alluring, passionate spark.
"Get dressed," she said with a smile and walked over to the mirror.
Could it really not have been my imagination, I still ask myself? Anyway, I already have an appointment slip for Thursday at 5:30 PM, the nurse will have left by then, and who knows how the doctor's appointment will end when there's no need to think about time?