I had the most unusual, incredible and extraordinarily erotic experience earlier today. Thinking back on it has me aroused all over again, something I'm not used to feeling. Wanting to remember all the luscious details, I started writing about my experience. After I finished that, I went back and added some details that are unimportant to me, such as my own appearance, so that my story would be more interesting to others.
I have had a problem with sexual responsiveness all my life. While I have dated many men, and had sex with several of them, I have never had much interest in sex or felt much response when I was having sex. Part of the problem may be that the right kind of man has never been attracted to me, as I am rather intimidating to most of them.
I am tall to begin with - a bit over six feet - and with the heels I usually wear, I tower over most men. I am also fairly attractive, and have a figure that my girlfriends openly envy. (One of them once told me that I was built like a Barbie doll, but with longer legs and larger breasts. For the record, my bra size is 42DD, my waist is 26 inches, my hips measure 37 inches, and my inseam is length is 39 inches.) I am also extremely fit, and very strong for a woman.
My hair is blonde and rather curly. I keep it very short so that it doesn't take too much time to deal with it - a few quick brushes and it's ready. My features are okay, I guess, though my nose looks too small to me, and my chin a bit too large. Guys don't say much about my face; but my girlfriends tell me I look beautiful when I smile.
Sex hasn't been too important to me, as the demands of my education and my career kept me very busy. As one of the most successful commercial bankruptcy lawyers in the state, I have a substantial income and am able to work as much or as little as I want. Usually that has meant 60 or 70 hours a week, a pace I got used to in law school and as a young associate in a major city law firm.
With my 40th birthday fast approaching, I have started to dwell on the passage of time, and on what I may have been missing. As a professional myself, I appreciate the benefits of getting help from someone who really knows the field, and started looking for the right person to help me.
I considered sex therapists, but was unsure about how to find the right one, and was a little concerned about the effect on my reputation if word should get out somehow. So it really caught my attention when, a few weeks ago, one of my girlfriends mentioned in a casual conversation that she had heard about a gynecologist who specializes in sexual dysfunction, and is reputed to be the best in his field.
I called Dr. Rossi's office the next day to schedule an appointment. The receptionist was very nice, but told me it would be several weeks before the doctor could see a new patient. I said I would take it, and set up the appointment at the time the receptionist gave me. It was for 1:00 this afternoon, and the receptionist told me I should plan to spend the rest of the afternoon in the office, as the screening process alone would take a couple of hours.
When I arrived at the doctor's office, promptly at 1:00, I was handed over to a young woman who looked and acted like a doctor, down to her lab coat with an otolaryngoscope in her pocket. But her nameplate said, Casey Cox, CRNP. She introduced herself, and asked me to call her Casey. I told her I would like her to call me Lydia.
Casey took me into a large, nicely furnished room, with comfortable chairs and a couch along with a beautiful desk over to one side. Soft, mellow jazzy music was playing over speakers that I couldn't see; the trumpeter sounded like Miles Davis. Casey sat to one side of the desk, and asked me to sit in one of the easy chairs near her. She asked me the usual medical history questions, then proceeded to take my blood pressure and to measure my pulse. After that she asked me about my sexual problems and why I had come to see Dr. Rossi.
She encouraged me to provide a lot of details, and was particularly interested in the sizes of the cocks of the men I'd had sex with. Odd though it may seem, the questions seemed to be quite natural, and Casey's manner was so gentle and understanding that I felt I could tell her anything.
After a long conversation that seemed like an intimate exchange with a close friend, Casey showed me a closet where I could hang my clothes, and handed me what she called a clinic gown, telling me that Dr. Rossi would want to start with a pelvic examination to make sure that everything was okay physically. Casey also gave me a cup of water and three pills, which she said I should take to help me relax and to help make the examination more comfortable. She reviewed the effects of each medication in detail. I was startled by some of the things she said, but went ahead and swallowed the pills. Casey patted me on the shoulder in a reassuring manner and then left the room.
The "clinic gown" was made of beautiful blue silk, and had a tie at the waist and hooks to hold the top closed. I took off my clothes, including my bra, and put on the gown, which fit me perfectly and hung down to about mid-thigh. Because it was so hot today, and I had no business appointments, I was wearing sandals with three-inch heels, with no stockings. I decided just to leave those on, rather than put on the soft slippers I found in the closet. Then Casey knocked at the door and poked her head in to see if I was ready.
Shortly afterwards, Dr. Rossi walked in, holding a folder. He was quite tall, at least three inches taller than I am, even with my three-inch heels. He was also rather slender, and looked like a very sweet man, though not particularly handsome. What impressed me most was his air of quiet self-assurance.
I'm used to men reacting to me either with uncertainty or too much aggression, so Dr. Rossi's manner was unusual. He dropped the folder on the desk, and walked over to shake my hand, saying quietly in a deep, resonant voice how nice it was to meet me. Now I could see that his smile was very sweet, and his brown eyes had a look that I would describe as gentle and kind.
We sat down on adjoining easy chairs and began talking, reviewing some of the things I had told Casey. As we talked, the music began to create colors in my mind, like splashes of pastels against a canvas. I was beginning to feel very relaxed from the medicine, and felt like I was at peace with the world. I told Dr. Rossi how I felt. He smiled, and said that perhaps it was time to begin the physical examination.
I looked around, confirming that there was no examination table in the room. Dr. Rossi took my hand to help me up from my chair, and walked me over to a sort of lounge chair. The back and seat were wide, and the part supporting the legs was relatively narrow. When I sat in the chair, Dr. Rossi pushed a button with his toe that caused the chair to rise. The back of the chair reclined, and the part of the chair supporting my legs rose up, and then split down the middle.
I instinctively crossed my right leg onto the part that moved to the left. Dr. Rossi gently clasped my right ankle, and moved my right leg over to the other branch of the leg support, leaving my legs spread wide apart. He pulled up a stool, and sat down, where I could see him between my thighs. He asked me if I was comfortable. I told him yes, I was very comfortable.
Dr. Rossi told me that in addition to the usual gynecological examination he would be testing my responses to various stimuli. He also told me that the pills I had taken would relax both physical and psychological inhibitions so that my responses would have no barriers. While he was talking, my pussy was completely open to his inspection, as the silk gown had fallen back to my waist.
As he worked, Dr. Rossi helped me relax even more by talking with me about what I liked to do on my vacations, with my free time, and so on. After a while, he loosened the fasteners at the top of the gown, and manipulated my breasts for a while, using a circular motion over every part of each breast. It felt very nice, and I was only a little embarrassed when my nipples stood up. (They're proportionately rather small, and only stuck out about half an inch.)
Then he told me he was going to use a vibrator to check my reactions in various places. I told him that he wasn't going to see much reaction from anything, as I had tried vibrators myself, with little result. He touched the vibrator to the lower part of my tummy, the insides of my thighs, moving closer to my pussy. After pausing to apply some KY jelly to the vibrator, he started with my clitoris. When he asked how it felt, I told him it felt a little sensitive, but wasn't going to bring me to orgasm.
As he continued to touch me in various places with the vibrator, now at different spots inside of my pussy, he referred to Casey's questions about penis size, and confirmed Casey's note that the largest one I'd experienced was about 8 inches. He asked me how thick it was, and I held up my thumb and middle finger to form a circle with a gap of about a half inch. He looked, and said, "Hmm. Almost three inches thick. That's a lot bigger than average. Did you like that?"
"I suppose I felt it more than others. But it wasn't all that special."
"I see," he said. Then he went on, "Ms. Foster ... May I call you Lydia?"
"Yes, of course," I replied.
"Thank you, Lydia. My name is Thomas."
"No - only people who don't know me call me Tom." He paused for a moment, with the vibrator turned off, but caressing an area beneath my pussy. "Lydia, I'm going to try some direct stimulation of the inside of your cervix."
"Won't that hurt?"
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