The Gynae's Secret Touch

The gynecologist’s office smelled faintly of antiseptic and something else, something subtly musky that clung to the air, a silent invitation. Nicole felt a nervous flutter in her stomach as she waited for her appointment, the sterile white walls doing little to calm her racing pulse. She’d been avoiding this for months, a necessary evil she’d finally succumbed to. The thought of the examination, the vulnerability it represented, made her skin prickle with a strange mixture of anticipation and dread.

As she sat in the waiting room, she noticed Dr. Mell, her physician, adjusting his scrubs. The fabric clung to his broad shoulders, revealing a significant bulge that sent a surprising jolt through her. It wasn't just the size, but the way it strained against the material, a blatant display of masculine power. She tried to focus on the magazine in her lap, a glossy spread of perfectly sculpted male bodies, but her gaze kept drifting back to him. There was something undeniably captivating about his presence, a potent blend of professionalism and raw, undeniable physicality.

When her name was called, she rose, her movements betraying her nervousness. The examination room was small, clinical, and surprisingly intimate. A cold metal table dominated the space, and a small, uncomfortable chair sat opposite it. She stripped off her blouse, revealing a simple, pale pink camisole, and quickly followed suit with her pants, pulling them down to her thighs. The gown provided by the office felt thin, almost transparent, highlighting the curve of her breasts and the swell of her hips. The cool air raised goosebumps on her skin.

Dr. Mell entered the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. He wore the same scrubs as before, the large bulge in his trousers more pronounced now. He offered a polite, yet intense, smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Good afternoon, Nicole," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room. "Let's get started, shall we?"

As he began the routine, asking about her menstrual cycle, her weight, and her sexual history, Nicole found herself increasingly distracted by his proximity. The scent of his cologne, a blend of sandalwood and musk, filled her senses, intensifying her arousal. His fingers brushed against her lower abdomen as he palpated her uterus, and a wave of heat surged through her body. She bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the urge to respond to his touch.

Suddenly, his hand moved lower, resting lightly on her breast. The sensation was electrifying. She felt a hard press against her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. It wasn't painful, but it was undeniably stimulating. Her nipples began to harden, and her breath hitched in her throat. She caught Dr. Mell staring at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of professional curiosity and something darker, something she couldn't quite decipher.

He continued his examination, his movements becoming more confident, more deliberate. He moved his hand down her body, his fingers tracing the contours of her hips and thighs. The touch ignited a fire within her, a primal urge that threatened to consume her. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations, letting her body respond instinctively.

Then, he stood up, pulling a small mirror from a drawer in his desk. He held it up to her, his gaze lingering on her chest. “You seem particularly sensitive today,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. “Perhaps it’s the gown.”

As he adjusted his position, Nicole realized the extent of his arousal. The bulge in his trousers had grown even more prominent, and his muscles tensed beneath the fabric. She couldn’t help but notice the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the subtle tremor that ran through his body. It was an impossible sight, a doctor experiencing such raw desire in the confines of his professional setting. The thought ignited a new wave of arousal, overwhelming her senses.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice slightly breathless, “this is rather unprofessional, isn’t it?”

Nicole managed a weak smile, unable to fully articulate the intensity of her feelings. “It’s no problem,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I am actually kinda enjoying this.”

He returned to the table, his eyes never leaving hers. “Yeah, I see you are,” he said, his voice low and suggestive. “I think I need to examine you now.”

Before she could protest, Nicole blurted out, "Can you show me how to have an orgasm? I don’t think I have had one, and I need to know how."

“Of course,” he replied, his tone laced with excitement. “Lay down on the table, and let's begin.”

She complied, spreading her legs and pulling the gown down to her waist, exposing her entire body to his scrutiny. The coolness of the metal table against her skin was a stark contrast to the heat building within her.

Dr. Mell didn't hesitate. He reached for a disposable glove, but then, without a word, discarded it. He reached out, his hand moving swiftly and confidently over her lower abdomen, directly to her G-spot. His fingers found their mark, and a wave of pleasure erupted through her, so intense that she gasped. The sensation was exquisite, unlike anything she had ever experienced.

“Oh my Gawd!” she groaned, her body arching on the table. “I think that is definitely it… Wow, yes, that’s… amazing.”

Her pleasure escalated rapidly, her breathing becoming shallow and frantic. She felt herself losing control, her muscles clenching involuntarily. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her entire being.

Dr. Mell didn’t stop, maintaining his rhythm, intensifying the pressure on her G-spot. The sensations grew stronger, more profound, until she felt as if she were on the verge of losing consciousness. Her body thrashed violently on the table, unable to contain the torrent of pleasure.

“I don’t know if I have getting it,” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Am I?”

Nicole could only respond with a groan, her body writhing in ecstasy. "OH MY GAWD!" she shrieked, tears streaming down her face. She felt like she was going to convulse off the table, her body completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.

As she reached the peak of her orgasm, she felt a new sensation, a strange pull that drew her closer to Dr. Mell. She instinctively reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close. She clung to him tightly, desperate to prolong the pleasure.

He responded in kind, pulling her into his arms, his body pressing against hers. The heat of his arousal intensified her own, creating a symbiotic exchange of pleasure. Their bodies moved together in a frenzied dance, their breaths mingling in the confined space.

In the haze of ecstasy, she realized her hand was gripping something hard and warm. It was him, his erect penis, thrust deep within her. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt a surge of dominance, a primal instinct taking over. She arched her back further on the table, pulling him deeper into her body.

As he began to thrust, she felt an overwhelming release, a final, explosive climax that left her breathless and trembling. The pleasure subsided, replaced by a profound sense of satisfaction. She lay there for a moment, savoring the lingering sensations, before slowly regaining control of her body.

When she finally sat up, her face flushed with heat, she looked at Dr. Mell, a knowing smile playing on her lips. He was observing her with an intensity that both intrigued and unnerved her.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice husky with pleasure. "It was quite an experience."

“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I will leave you to get dressed and will be back to check on you."

As he turned to leave, Nicole caught her reflection in the mirror. She saw a woman transformed, her body relaxed and confident, her eyes filled with a newfound sense of empowerment. The gynecologist's visit had been far more than just a medical appointment; it had been an unforgettable encounter that had awakened desires she never knew she possessed. The lingering scent of sandalwood and musk filled the room, a silent reminder of the powerful connection they had forged. And as she dressed, she couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

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