I couldn’t believe I was feeling so nervous about a routine check-up. It was just an annual gynecological exam, something I’ve done countless times before. But this time, I was seeing a new doctor, Dr. Evans, and there was something about him that made my heart flutter. I had heard rumors about him from the other women in my office—how he was young, handsome, and a bit of an enigma.

As I sat in the waiting room of Cul-de-sac Medical, I couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious about my appearance. I, Carol, was a big, beautiful woman, embracing my curves and my voluptuous figure. My blonde hair fell in soft curls around my face, and my green eyes sparkled with a playful light. I knew I was a catch, but today, I felt a bit vulnerable, exposing my most intimate self to a stranger.

The nurse called my name, and I stood up, smoothing down my dress, a vibrant floral number that accentuated my ample cleavage. I followed her down the hall, my heart pounding with each step. The clinic had a warm, inviting atmosphere, with soft lighting and a soothing scent of lavender in the air.

As I entered the examination room, I was greeted by Dr. Evans. He was even more captivating up close. Tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell perfectly across his forehead, and deep blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. His smile was warm and reassuring, but there was a hint of mischief in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Ms. Carol, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, his voice smooth like silk. “Please, take a seat and tell me, how are you feeling today?”

I sat on the examination table, my legs swinging nervously. “I’m well, thank you, Dr. Evans. Just here for my annual check-up.”

He nodded, his eyes roaming over me, taking in my curves with a subtle appreciation. “Excellent. Now, Carol, I understand you’re a healthy, sexually active woman. I’d like to ask you a few questions about your sexual health and satisfaction.”

My cheeks flushed at his directness. No other doctor had ever been so forward, but I found his approach oddly refreshing. “Okay, I guess. I mean, I’m quite happy with my sex life.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. Do you orgasm regularly during sexual encounters?” His question was so intimate, yet his tone remained professional.

I felt my face heat up even more. “Yes, I do. I mean, most of the time. Why do you ask?”

Dr. Evans smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. “It’s important to ensure that everything is functioning properly, Carol. You see, sexual responsiveness is a key indicator of overall health and well-being. I’d like to, well, test a few things out, if you’re comfortable with that.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. “Test things out? What do you mean?”

Without waiting for an answer, he stepped closer, his presence filling the room with an electric charge. “I’d like to examine your responsiveness firsthand, if that’s alright with you. It’s a crucial part of my assessment.”

Before I could respond, he gently placed his hand on my thigh, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise. “Dr. Evans, I…”

“Shh, just relax, Carol,” he whispered, his breath warm on my ear. “Let’s see how your body reacts, shall we?”

His fingers trailed upwards, brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I felt my muscles tense, anticipation building within me. His touch was gentle yet firm, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he reached the edge of my panties.

“You’re already quite responsive, Carol,” he murmured, his fingers hooking under the lace and slowly sliding them down my legs. “I want to explore this further.”

I was trembling, my body betraying my desire to resist. Dr. Evans’ touch was like a drug, and I found myself wanting more, despite the unconventional nature of the situation.

He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m going to stimulate you, Carol. Tell me how it feels.”

His fingers gently parted my folds, and I felt a rush of wetness as he stroked my clit in slow, deliberate circles. I bit my lip, my breath coming in short gasps. “Oh, it feels… incredible,” I managed to say.

“Good, very good,” he encouraged, his touch becoming more insistent. “Let yourself go, Carol. I want to see you lose control.”

His fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations. His touch was skilled, knowing exactly where and how to touch me. I could feel my orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling within me.

“That’s it, Carol, let it happen,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “Come for me, right here in my office.”

His words were like a trigger, and I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me. My body shook, and I clutched at the edges of the table, my back arching off the surface. Dr. Evans’ fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm, and I came again, my cries filling the room.

“Amazing, Carol,” he breathed, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re incredibly responsive. I think we should explore this further.”

I lay there, my body spent and satisfied, but my mind was reeling. What was happening? This wasn’t a typical doctor’s appointment, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure I had just experienced.

Dr. Evans smiled down at me, his hand still resting on my thigh. “I know this is unusual, Carol, but it’s important for my diagnosis. I want to ensure you’re experiencing the full range of sexual pleasure.”

I nodded, my voice hoarse. “Yes, of course. I trust you, Dr. Evans.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Good girl. Now, let’s see if we can make you come again, shall we?”

His fingers returned to my aching core, and I gasped as he plunged two fingers deep inside me. I was already sensitive from my previous orgasms, but his touch ignited a new fire within me. He began to thrust, his fingers filling me, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh, Dr. Evans,” I panted, my hips rising to meet his hand. “I… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, Carol,” he insisted, his free hand cupping my breast, thumb teasing my nipple through the fabric of my dress. “You’re doing wonderfully. Let go and enjoy it.”

His fingers moved in and out, his thumb continuing to circle my clit, sending me spiraling towards another climax. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, I had never felt more desired. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m… I’m coming!” I cried out, my body convulsing around his fingers.

Dr. Evans didn’t stop, his fingers working me through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was a quivering mess. I lay there, my breath ragged, my body tingling with aftershocks.

“Incredible,” he whispered, his eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. “You’re a very responsive patient, Carol. We’ll need to continue these tests, of course.”

I smiled, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. “Of course, Dr. Evans. I’m happy to… cooperate.”

He chuckled, his hand still stroking my thigh. “I’m sure you are. I’ll see you again soon, Carol. We have much more to explore.”

As I left the clinic, my legs felt like jelly, and my mind was spinning with the events that had just transpired. Dr. Evans had not only given me a thorough examination but had also unlocked a new level of sexual pleasure within me. I couldn’t wait to see what other ‘tests’ he had in store for me…