I don't know how it really started, tbh. He'd been treating me for a range of issues, mainly to do with energy, and the meds he'd prescribed were working. We had a check up appointment to make sure I wasn't getting any bad side effects and to see if my dose needed adjusting. I had a list of all the symptoms we were treating so we could tick them off one by one to see if they were all responding to treatment (most were).
I was getting to the end of my list and remembered that I'd been having some vaginal swelling before treatment. I read it out loud and he asked if it was still present. I said I didn't think so, but frowned because I wasn't sure. He said he'd better have a look, and I agreed because it was going to be another two months until my next check up and it was worth checking out.
It was just like a routine check up, and he turned around while I slipped off my panties and I sat down on the table with just my skirt on and told him I was decent. He came round and very professionally lifted up my skirt, looking academically at my vagina. Nothing was any different to other doctor's evaluations I'd had before. I wasn't really looking at him, just kind of looking placidly at the wall, when I felt his finger brush accidentally up near my clit. I let out an involuntary breath and looked down, then up at his face. His expression was casual still and his hand was still resting down near my vagina, but not touching. His face wasn't sexual, or coercive, or even showing any indication that he was aware what he'd just done. I didn't think he'd done it on purpose at all, but we just stayed locked in a kind of innocent eye contact. He moved to pull his hand away but suddenly, out of nowhere, my hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, indicating not to move. I wasn't even thinking, I just kind of did it. I wasn't thinking at all. I looked from our hands back to his face again, him doing the same, his eyes burrowing deeper into mine. Then without a word he lightly lowered his fingers back onto my clit. I gasped again at the touch, and saw something twitch in his bottom lip as though he were about to bite it. Something behind his eyes changed too, a flicker of something different to the professional gaze he'd always held me with.
He was gently starting to move his finger around my clit, and I pulled his wrist up a bit so he could find my sweet spot. I gasped even louder when he found it, and propped myself up with my arm to be closer to his face. It was really good. I remember gripping the collar of his shirt and burying my face in his neck, trying really hard to moan as quietly as possible. I moaned in his ear and I guess I also bit it in pleasure, which he responded to by tracing a hand up from my breast, up my neck and then resting firmly around the top of my neck, which gave me goosebumps. Then he pulled my face back and we kissed, then nuzzled noses for a sec, then he moved his finger up and down my slit, which was now soaking. He observed that and a primitive kind of smile flickered on his face. Then he put a finger inside me.
I've always gone wild for that shit, and adding on the fact I wasn't fully expecting it made it so good. I had to hold my breath a sec to keep myself from screaming out. I looked up into his eyes, which were now filled with animal lust at my reaction, and he kept digging his finger into my cunt and pulling down, which sent floods of ecstasy through me each time he did. His grip on my throat tightened at one point as if to tell me I was being too loud, but i couldn't help myself so he shoved his thumb in my mouth and used the rest of his hand to keep my jaw mostly closed. I sucked on his thumb and gave him blowjob eyes, which I could tell by his eyes he really liked. He fastened up his pace inside me and started going harder, as though hungry for my pleasure. That kept going until I had to grab his collar again, shaking, and orgasmed into his neck. He slowed down, then when I indicated to come out of me, he bent down and licked me out. I bit my own hand so hard to not cum loudly.
I remember sitting back on my arms again to catch my breath, and him turning back to his computer to look through some test results. I slipped my panties back on and sat back down in the patient's chair again. When he turned back around his gaze was nothing but professional, and we went through the remainder of my list like nothing had happened. He smiled pleasantly at me at reception and we booked a follow up appointment for a couple month's time.
Should I find someone to check up on me meanwhile? Upvote if you'd do that for me ;)