1985 and I’d been offered a typing post with the Civil Service. I’d left college after my 5th Year and after taking several typing exams I’d waited for the right job. The interview had gone swimmingly and i was due to start the following fortnight providing my references were ok and subject to a medical.
The alarm woke me from a deep slumber, I reached over and turned it off and cuddled up to my pillow. Gradually I came round and decided to get up. My doctor’s appointment was at 10:00 and i need to leave the house by 9:30. I threw back the bed sheets and blankets and felt the cool morning air. I brought my long legs up and placed them on the floor, stretching my arms as i did so. I stood up and my bunched up pink baby doll nightie fell down to my thighs. I picked up a towel, went into the bathroom turned on the shower. Went to the toilet, did a wee, wiped myself and checked the tissue, thankfully my period had finished the day before and I was all clear. I would have hated to have gone to the doctor’s wearing a Dr. Whites.
I pulled the nightie over my shoulders, dropped it to the floor put the towel on the side and climbed under the shower. The jets of hot water hit my head and after wetting my hair allowed the water to run over my body. My breasts took the full force and my pink nipples began to react to the different temperatures. Taking the soap and cleaning myself the bubbles and lather soon did their job. Cleaning everywhere including between my legs, the brown pubic hair became a wonderful lathery soap sud. I looked down and angled two of my fingers into a downward V and gently rubbed. Oh my word, that was a funny tingling sensation and rubbed a little more. I had noticed the slight changes my body made and reacted to whenever i soaped myself in the bath or a shower or even when I accidentally brushed against my breasts and nipples or even when I slipped on my knickers that hugged snugly around my inner thighs. I’d had no experience of any kind of sex, I came from a time when you didn’t have sex until you were married.
I did wonder though at times, especially at night when i was laid in bed and when my nightie rose above my thighs. I had a teddy and would sometimes practice kissing him trying to imagine a boy. I had on an occasion placed teddy between my thighs and imagined a husband making love to me. Gently brushing teddy up and down between my open legs, usually rubbing against my cotton knickers. The friction made me so excited that I would always stop, it was simply too much. I’d never experienced a climax but i did begin to wonder that if i carried on my orgasm would soon arrive. But I was too noisy. My mum on a couple of occasions had knocked on my door and asked if I was ok, I would shout out that I was singing. My teddy, my poor silent teddy kept our secret and as I looked at him with his little black cotton smile it was almost like he knew he was helping me. His little furry body intent on ravishing me, so warm cuddly and cute.
Anyway i finished showering, dried and went back in my bedroom to put on my dressing gown. Went downstairs and had breakfast saying hello to mummy and daddy. Daddy worked in an office in London and was intent on looking at his newspaper headlines as he waved bye bye, walking out of the door.
Mummy had toasted me a slice of bread and scraped butter on it, I nibbled at it whilst drinking a cup of tea. Mummy asked if I would be ok at the doctor’s and wondered if i would like her to come with me. She asked which doctor I would be seeing and I said Dr. Smythe. She frowned a little and said that examinations could be a frightful business and she was only too happy to go in with me. She squeezed my hand and kind of looked worried. I told her I would be ok and not to fuss so.
Finishing my breakfast I went back to my room. Took off my gown and let it slide to the floor. I dried off my hair, pulled out a hair dryer and proceeded to make it look nice. I brushed my shoulder length hair, tied a ribbon in the back and made a nice little ponytail.
Going over to my dressing table i opened a drawer and pulled out a white suspender belt, a pair of nylon stockings, a pair of white cotton knickers and a white bra and proceeded to wear my attire. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought I looked quite attractive. I pulled my stockings up to within a couple of inches below my inner thighs. Standing on tip toes I twisted my body to take a nicer look. I went over and pulled out of the wardrobe an Audrey Hepburn style dress, cream with blue stripes running vertically with buttons all the way down the front.
I finished off my little fashion number with a pair of heels, walked downstairs, picked up my handbag waved Mummy goodbye and closed the door behind me.
Thirty minutes or so later, here I was 19 years of age sat outside the doctor’s office. The receptionist had given me a warm smile but a knowing look. I wasn’t sure about the look but she said that Dr. Smythe would be seeing me shortly. She gave me a form to fill in, the usual stuff name and address, age, my employer etc.
The receptionist shouted out my name, I stood up smoothed down my dress feeling the bumps of the suspenders on my stockings and began to walk into the doctor’s room. Closing the door behind me I looked down at the doctor who must have been in his late 40’s. His glasses perched on the end of his nose, he looked more like a bank manager than a doctor.
He motioned me to sit down and as he looked over my notes he said
‘Right Miss Peterson, I see you have come for a medical and if I can ask a few questions. When was the last time you were ill and are all your inoculations up to date?’
I said that the last time I was ill was several months ago with a bad cold and yes my jabs were all up to date.
He ticked off a few boxes and asked me to go behind the screen and take off my dress. I could leave my underwear on.
I reddened slightly and went behind the screen. I undid my dress belt and undid the buttons on the front, my dress as I pulled out my arms from the sleeves fell to the floor. I picked up the dress and neatly folded it. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, white cotton underwired bra size 34a, white suspender belt and knickers and tan stockings. I pulled the stocking tops back up my legs and smoothed down the nylons. I thought I looked quite nice, I did think about taking them off but the doctor did say just down to my underwear.
I stepped from behind the screen and the doctor stood up and walked towards me, stethoscope in hand. He looked me up and down with an approving eye. He moved the stethoscope to my chest and feeling it cold it made me giggle. He didn’t say a word but carried on in his professional way. He asked me to draw breath several times and each time moving the stethoscope to a different area. He asked me to turnaround and did the same to my back. Breathing in and out slowly his stethoscope warmed up. But my nipples had reacted to the cold metal. I coloured up as I turned to face him. His eyes dropped to my bra but he showed feint interest. He took out an instrument and looked in my ears and he was happy with those. He asked me to lay on top of the couch and checked my tummy, pushing gently either side of my belly button. He suggested that I might take off my knickers so he could check the waterworks.
I hooked my thumbs into my knicker elastic and slid them down my long stockinged legs. He pulled over a seat at the end of the couch and pulled up leg rests either side. He instructed me to put my legs on them which I casually did. [read more](https://realsexstoriesx.blogspot.com/2020/05/first-time-at-gynecologist-0521206.html)
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