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My doctor Chapter 1
Chapter 1
A visit to the gynecologist is not most women’s idea of a great time. For some of my friends, those trips are a source of anxiety and fear. Donning a paper dress and being poked and prodded with various instruments can be a real bummer – unless the man doing the poking and prodding is absolutely gorgeous. I’m lucky enough to have such a doctor. I’ve always been a sucker for Italian men, and he’s the epitome of the type: thick black hair, deep brown eyes, athletic body. My first gynecologist, a sweet old woman who’d taken care of me since I hit puberty, retired two years ago. She recommended that I transfer my care to Dr. Santino, a man who had worked under her. From my first visit, I found myself unable to stop thinking about what it would be like for him to handle parts of me with the delicacy with which he held his stethoscope against my chest. He asked me questions while reviewing my charts, and listened to me patiently, his eyes locking with mine for so long it made me shudder. I wanted to believe that he felt it, too – that he was as drawn to me as I was to him – but to him I was probably just another patient. Or so I thought… “That’s a lovely dress, ” was the first thing he said to me that day. I shrugged off the compliment with some deprecating remark (”This old thing?”), even though I’d spent all weekend searching the malls for the perfect outfit for seduction. The dress I settled on was a clingy affair, high cut here and low cut there. Though I knew he’d notice (he was always quick and generous with the compliments), I didn’t expect his eyes to slide down me the way they did. As I turned to take a seat on the examination table, I could see his reflection in the mirror over the sink as he stared lustily at my ass and legs. I flushed, and I could feel myself moistening. Just that one look from him would have been enough to satisfy me. Then he handed me the paper gown and said, “Cathy [his
