(Based on a fantasy stemming from a recent trip to the dermatologist).
I have always been fair-skinned and prone to sunburns, so one of the things I make sure to do every single year is get a complete skin check. It takes maybe 10 to 15 minutes, the dermatologist does a once over and make sure there are no problem areas and that any moles or freckles are staying the same shape, size, color, etc.
I arrived at the office at about 8 a.m., as usual. I like to get the first appointment so I can get it over with and get on with my day. I walked to the reception desk to check in.
"Good morning," I said giving my name. "I have an 8:15 appointment."
"Oh yes, I see your name right there," the disinterested looking woman behind the counter said. "I don't know if you saw the email notice we sent out a few months ago, but Dr. Ryan Jones has moved away. We have a couple of new doctors, but the only one in this morning is Dr. Levinson. Julianne Levinson. Is a female OK?"
"Uh, sure," I said. It really didn't seem to matter either way, all they are doing is examining freckles.
After a few minutes I was escorted by one of the physician's assistants into an exam room. She told me to undress down to my boxers and put on the cheap paper gown, opening to the back. I had barely finished getting undressed and putting the robe in when Dr. Levinson walked in. She was about 5'5", thin, with long brown hair and striking green eyes smiling at me from behind her mask.
"Hello!" she said cheerfully. "I see you are here for a complete skin check? Good for you. Skin checks are important."
After a few basic questions about my sunscreen habits, she started the exam. She looked at my arms and shoulders, tracing a small magnifying device over my skin to get a good look at any freckles or spots. She had a glove on her left hand. I could see her long, french-tipped nails. She examined one arm, and then the other. She moved to my neck and both her instrument and nails gently ran along the nape, causing me to squirm and shrug my shoulder.
"Heh, sorry about that," I said, sheepishly.
She giggled. "No problem at all. A bit ticklish are we?"
"Yes," I said. "Actually, I am very ticklish."
It was hard to tell behind the mask, but I could have sworn I saw her eyes light up a bit.
"Well, this should be fun," she said.
I shrugged off the remark as she checked both arms and hands, along with my back. She then had me lay back and moved the grown a bit so she could examine my sides and stomach. As she traced down my left side, I shuddered and squirmed again.
"Looks like I found another tickle spot," she said, before playfully admonishing me. "Hold still. Skin checks are important, you know."
My mind was racing. "Is this woman actually trying to tickle me during an exam?" I thought. I was torn between finding it incredibly arousing, having this beautiful woman gently tickling and teasing me, to wondering whether I should report her to the board of ethics. Any thought that the tickles might be accidental was put to rest when she reached my right side. I felt her nails scribble down my rib cage and I nearly fell off the table as a laugh escaped my lips.
"My, my," she said. "You really ARE ticklish. I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be doing that."
"Of course you shouldn't," is what I should have said. But she seemed to be enjoying it. I KNOW I was enjoying it, so I thought, "what the hell?"
"That's OK," I said. "I don't mind at all. Tickle away if it's going to make the exam more exciting."
"Really?" she said, an eyebrow raised. "Well, it does get a little monotonous in there, just checking people's skin all day. I suppose playing a bit with a ticklish man could liven things up."
I couldn't believe what was happening. She examined my stomach and, after giving it a good once over, spidered her long nails around my belly button. I laughed and did my best to hold still as she smiled and kept it up for about 10 to 15 seconds. She moved onto my legs, one of my most ticklish spots. She carried on with the examination, but he gently tracing nails found every spot, from my thighs to the backs of my knees to my shins, which I had no idea were even ticklish. I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. The tickling wasn't enough to make me laugh, but it was enough to make me squirm and her teasing smile and banter throughout was, let's say, stimulating.
"Oh, another spot, your skin looks great, but it seems like it does have one specific weakness," she said as she traced her nails around my shins and calves.
"Just one more place to examine, well two I guess," she said. "This may be a bit uncomfortable, but skin checks are important, after all."
With that, she started to run those gorgeous nails down the sole of my right foot and then in-between my toes. For the first time, I could not help but burst out laughing. Her gloved hand held my foot in place while her bare hand tickled and tormented one foot, and then the other, for about 30 seconds each.
"Hold still!" She admonished again. "I need to make sure your feet are in tip, top, ticklish shape."
Finally, the torture ended. She smiled at me under her mask.
"Well, I can honestly say that was the best skin check I have ever done," she said. "And everything looks perfect. Nothing to worry about."
She started to ask me whether I had any questions for her when she stopped.
"Well, there is one other spot I didn't check," she said with a raised eyebrow, glancing at my crotch. "May I?"
"Sure," I said with a grin. "Skin checks are important."
She pulled my boxers down revealing my rock hard cock. As she examined the skin, her fingernails began to gently dance on my balls. Once again I was back to giggling and squirming, but it also felt amazing. Precum started to dribble down my shaft. She noticed and used her bare hand and started to stroke. The precum provided a wonderful lubrication as she stroked up and down. After barely two minutes, I felt the pressure building up. She stopped for a moment and I settled down. She reached for some lotion that was sitting on a nearby counter and squirted a generous amount in her bare hand after taking the glove off of her other hand. She started stroking again and it wasn't long before I was at the precipice again.
This time, she didn't stop. Instead, she reached down with her other hand and I felt her nails tickling the sole of my foot. Almost instantly, I exploded, sending cum all over her hand, my boxers, my gown, and the table.
She chuckled and grabbed a cloth to clean me, and her, up.
"Well," she said. "That was quite the exam."
Then, she left, without saying another word. I sat there, a bit stunned. Did she regret this? Did it go too far? I dressed quickly and walked to the lobby. I planned on walking through it and out the door as quickly as possible, but the receptionist called my name before I could get to the exit.
"Excuse me, Dr. Levinson said she would like to see you again in a month for a follow up," the receptionist said. "It's a bit unusual, she didn't say why. Is it OK to schedule you again for another appointment so soon?
I couldn't help but smile.
"Sure," I said. "Skin checks are important."
I have always been fair-skinned and prone to sunburns, so one of the things I make sure to do every single year is get a complete skin check. It takes maybe 10 to 15 minutes, the dermatologist does a once over and make sure there are no problem areas and that any moles or freckles are staying the same shape, size, color, etc.
I arrived at the office at about 8 a.m., as usual. I like to get the first appointment so I can get it over with and get on with my day. I walked to the reception desk to check in.
"Good morning," I said giving my name. "I have an 8:15 appointment."
"Oh yes, I see your name right there," the disinterested looking woman behind the counter said. "I don't know if you saw the email notice we sent out a few months ago, but Dr. Ryan Jones has moved away. We have a couple of new doctors, but the only one in this morning is Dr. Levinson. Julianne Levinson. Is a female OK?"
"Uh, sure," I said. It really didn't seem to matter either way, all they are doing is examining freckles.
After a few minutes I was escorted by one of the physician's assistants into an exam room. She told me to undress down to my boxers and put on the cheap paper gown, opening to the back. I had barely finished getting undressed and putting the robe in when Dr. Levinson walked in. She was about 5'5", thin, with long brown hair and striking green eyes smiling at me from behind her mask.
"Hello!" she said cheerfully. "I see you are here for a complete skin check? Good for you. Skin checks are important."
After a few basic questions about my sunscreen habits, she started the exam. She looked at my arms and shoulders, tracing a small magnifying device over my skin to get a good look at any freckles or spots. She had a glove on her left hand. I could see her long, french-tipped nails. She examined one arm, and then the other. She moved to my neck and both her instrument and nails gently ran along the nape, causing me to squirm and shrug my shoulder.
"Heh, sorry about that," I said, sheepishly.
She giggled. "No problem at all. A bit ticklish are we?"
"Yes," I said. "Actually, I am very ticklish."
It was hard to tell behind the mask, but I could have sworn I saw her eyes light up a bit.
"Well, this should be fun," she said.
I shrugged off the remark as she checked both arms and hands, along with my back. She then had me lay back and moved the grown a bit so she could examine my sides and stomach. As she traced down my left side, I shuddered and squirmed again.
"Looks like I found another tickle spot," she said, before playfully admonishing me. "Hold still. Skin checks are important, you know."
My mind was racing. "Is this woman actually trying to tickle me during an exam?" I thought. I was torn between finding it incredibly arousing, having this beautiful woman gently tickling and teasing me, to wondering whether I should report her to the board of ethics. Any thought that the tickles might be accidental was put to rest when she reached my right side. I felt her nails scribble down my rib cage and I nearly fell off the table as a laugh escaped my lips.
"My, my," she said. "You really ARE ticklish. I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be doing that."
"Of course you shouldn't," is what I should have said. But she seemed to be enjoying it. I KNOW I was enjoying it, so I thought, "what the hell?"
"That's OK," I said. "I don't mind at all. Tickle away if it's going to make the exam more exciting."
"Really?" she said, an eyebrow raised. "Well, it does get a little monotonous in there, just checking people's skin all day. I suppose playing a bit with a ticklish man could liven things up."
I couldn't believe what was happening. She examined my stomach and, after giving it a good once over, spidered her long nails around my belly button. I laughed and did my best to hold still as she smiled and kept it up for about 10 to 15 seconds. She moved onto my legs, one of my most ticklish spots. She carried on with the examination, but he gently tracing nails found every spot, from my thighs to the backs of my knees to my shins, which I had no idea were even ticklish. I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. The tickling wasn't enough to make me laugh, but it was enough to make me squirm and her teasing smile and banter throughout was, let's say, stimulating.
"Oh, another spot, your skin looks great, but it seems like it does have one specific weakness," she said as she traced her nails around my shins and calves.
"Just one more place to examine, well two I guess," she said. "This may be a bit uncomfortable, but skin checks are important, after all."
With that, she started to run those gorgeous nails down the sole of my right foot and then in-between my toes. For the first time, I could not help but burst out laughing. Her gloved hand held my foot in place while her bare hand tickled and tormented one foot, and then the other, for about 30 seconds each.
"Hold still!" She admonished again. "I need to make sure your feet are in tip, top, ticklish shape."
Finally, the torture ended. She smiled at me under her mask.
"Well, I can honestly say that was the best skin check I have ever done," she said. "And everything looks perfect. Nothing to worry about."
She started to ask me whether I had any questions for her when she stopped.
"Well, there is one other spot I didn't check," she said with a raised eyebrow, glancing at my crotch. "May I?"
"Sure," I said with a grin. "Skin checks are important."
She pulled my boxers down revealing my rock hard cock. As she examined the skin, her fingernails began to gently dance on my balls. Once again I was back to giggling and squirming, but it also felt amazing. Precum started to dribble down my shaft. She noticed and used her bare hand and started to stroke. The precum provided a wonderful lubrication as she stroked up and down. After barely two minutes, I felt the pressure building up. She stopped for a moment and I settled down. She reached for some lotion that was sitting on a nearby counter and squirted a generous amount in her bare hand after taking the glove off of her other hand. She started stroking again and it wasn't long before I was at the precipice again.
This time, she didn't stop. Instead, she reached down with her other hand and I felt her nails tickling the sole of my foot. Almost instantly, I exploded, sending cum all over her hand, my boxers, my gown, and the table.
She chuckled and grabbed a cloth to clean me, and her, up.
"Well," she said. "That was quite the exam."
Then, she left, without saying another word. I sat there, a bit stunned. Did she regret this? Did it go too far? I dressed quickly and walked to the lobby. I planned on walking through it and out the door as quickly as possible, but the receptionist called my name before I could get to the exit.
"Excuse me, Dr. Levinson said she would like to see you again in a month for a follow up," the receptionist said. "It's a bit unusual, she didn't say why. Is it OK to schedule you again for another appointment so soon?
I couldn't help but smile.
"Sure," I said. "Skin checks are important."
