Mom explained that it wasn’t anything to worry about, just a standard check-up for a boy of my age. She even offered to come in with me, but that would have just been too embarrassing. That turned out to be one of the best decisions that I would ever make.

It never even occurred to me that I might be seen by a female doctor. I hadn’t seen Doctor Smith before, and I don’t really know what it was about her that made me stop dead in the doorway and just stare. She was probably a little younger than my mom, maybe thirty-ish, but she took my breath away.

She was seated behind her desk, filling in some paperwork, so all I could see of her was from the waist up. She had a beautiful oval face, framed by glossy shoulder-length blonde hair, and she was wearing a silky white blouse which did nothing to disguise a very generous pair of breasts.

And then she looked up and smiled at me, and it made her already beautiful face absolutely perfect. I just felt a connection in my bones ... or my soul ... or something.

“Tony? Would you like to take a seat?”

Even her voice was beautiful; soft and clear, with what I thought might be a touch of an Irish accent.

I’m guessing that she explained what the exam was all about and what she was doing as she measured my height and weight, took my blood pressure, and listened to my breathing and my heart, but to be honest, I was in a daze of happiness, drinking in her beauty from every angle, breathing in her intoxicating perfume, and thoroughly enjoying her attentions.

“I need to examine your genitals now, Tony.” The words took a while to sink in and even then I wasn’t sure that I’d heard correctly.

“I’m sorry?” I asked.

“It’s nothing to worry about, but there are some problems that can occur in men that I need to check for, and I’ll show you how to do it for yourself. Is that OK?”

I thought that getting my junk out in front of this stunning woman was about as far from OK as it was possible to get, but what I actually said was simply, “OK.”

“I understand that your mother came with you today. Would you like her to be here?”

“God, no!” I said, and then immediately regretted how forcefully I’d said it. “Sorry, I mean, no ... no, thank you.”

“OK.” she said, smiling reassuringly and coming round to my side of the desk, “If you could stand up and drop your pants and underwear to your knees for me.” She said it so matter-of-factly that I just did it without really thinking.

“Thank you, Tony,” she said and then knelt down in front of me, her face only a foot or so from my stuff! I looked down and I could see down the front of her blouse. Oh fuck no - don’t look there, I thought madly, but I couldn’t drag my eyes away from the lovely soft-looking globes. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I was starting to get hard. I looked up and stared furiously at the ceiling.

“That’s fine, Tony,” she said softly as she continued to visually examine me. I could feel her breath on me and it was making it worse. “It’s perfectly natural. Please don’t worry.”

For what seemed like forever she breathed on me and I could feel my erection cranking up until I knew that it was pretty much horizontal.

“OK, that all looks fine,” she said eventually, and I dared to glance downwards. Her boobs were still there and my dick twitched hugely.

“I’m going to have to touch your testicles now, Tony. Is that OK?” she said, rising to her feet and standing by my side.

Oh God! Couldn’t she see the state I was in already?! “Yes, Ma’am,” was what came out of my mouth, though it was annoyingly high-pitched.

Her hand was so warm and soft that I was almost instantly fully erect. Oh, God! Think about something else! Think about Grammy with her legs apart! Anything, except those soft-looking breasts, or how her hand feels!

“What I’m looking for here... “ she said, almost into my ear as she rolled my left ball gently between her fingertips, “ ... are any lumps or swellings.” Fuck! I was getting very, very close! She switched to the other ball. “And they should both be pretty much the same size.”

I couldn’t breathe and my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. “But yours feel fine,” she said giving them both another wonderful little squeeze. But as she did so, her soft palm cupped my dick, rubbing on the sensitive skin just below the tip...

“Doctor!” I squealed, but it was already too late, and I started cumming! My legs shook and my hips jerked as I sprayed cum all over her hand and up her arm!

“I’m so, so sorry,” I wailed, my legs turning to jelly as it seemed to go on forever.

“It’s OK, Tony,” she said softly putting an arm around my waist to help hold me up. “Honestly, it’s quite understandable for a boy your age.”

The moment I stopped cumming, the enormity of what I’d done crashed down on me and I was overcome with shame and embarrassment. To add to my horror, tears began to flow down my face.

“Y-y-you won’t tell my mom, will you?” I stuttered. The hand on my waist rose to my neck and drew my head down until it rested between her breasts. “Of course not, Tony. It’ll be our little secret.”

Her plump breasts felt amazing against my face and it was only when I felt my penis beginning to swell again that I realized that she was still holding it.

“Are you OK now, Tony?” she asked me, and I nodded, making her breasts jiggle. “We’d better get you cleaned up then.”

She took a box of tissues from the desk and then knelt down in front of me again. Tears of joy threatened to join those of sorrow on my cheeks as she lovingly and tenderly wiped away all the cum covering my dick and my balls.

“There, that’s better,” she declared finally, just as my dick was threatening to get hard again. “That all felt perfect, by the way,” she said, smiling happily at me. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that. “You can put your clothes back on now,” she said with a little chuckle after I’d stood there gormlessly for several seconds.

“You should check your testicles like that every month. Will you promise to do that for me, Tony?”

“Yes, I promise,” I told her, knowing that I’d do anything and everything for her, she only ever had to ask.

“Good boy,” she said.

I masturbated a crazy amount to the memory of that time. I just couldn’t get her out of my head, and I became totally obsessed with her.

I went back to make another appointment but lost my nerve when faced with the fierce-looking woman at the reception desk. I was just building up my courage when Dr Smith came along.

“It’s Tony, isn’t it?” she said, smiling at me. My heart leaped with joy - she remembered me!

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, smiling back.

“Is everything OK?”

“Well ... erm ... I replied hesitantly, looking nervously at the receptionist who was within earshot.

Doctor Smith looked from me to the receptionist and then at her watch. “I’ve got five minutes...?”

“Oh, that would be great,” I told her, hugely relieved.

We went into her office and sat down.

“What can I do for you, Tony?” she asked, still smiling.

“I ... erm ... I ... er ... I thought that I might have found a lump ... on my ... you know.”

Her grin widened. “Did you really, Tony?” she asked. My face flushed red and I couldn’t look her in the eye.

“No,” I confessed so quietly that even I could only just hear it.

“Did you just want me to touch your penis again?”

Just hearing her say the word penis made me begin to get hard. “Yes, Ma’am” I mumbled into my chest.

“God, you’re so sweet. Please call me Caroline though.”

My heart was almost bursting with joy: I’d told her why I was really there, and she still wanted me to call her by her first name!

“Of course ... Caroline,” I said. It sounded so wonderful.

“I have a confession to make as well, Tony”

“Really?”

“I knew exactly what I was doing when I made you cum last time. I don’t know what came over me, I just couldn’t resist it. It was like you were a drug to me.”

I looked up at her and she had a funny look on her face, almost hungry. She licked her lips. “And now I want to do it again.”

I felt my eyebrows leap up my forehead and my mouth drop open, “Really?!” She giggled like a little girl, and I absolutely loved the sound.

“This must be the last time though, Tony. I’m a married woman with children, and this can’t go any further. And it goes without saying that nobody must ever know.”

I was so hard now that my cock was almost bent double in my briefs. I nodded furiously and Caroline got up and came around the desk. “Stand up for me, Tony.”

I did as she asked, already trembling with excitement, and she led me over to the examination table which had a disposable paper covering. She put her arm around my waist and I almost fainted with desire as her wonderful perfume filled my nostrils. With her other hand, she undid my pants and then pushed my clothes down to my knees. My cock sprang up and hit me in the belly, making a slapping noise that made her giggle again.

I groaned out loud and quivered as she wrapped her soft warm hand around me. She hugged me tighter as she began to stroke my cock.

“You can touch my breasts, if you want.”

I reached up and cupped her lovely breasts, amazed at how heavy they were and how soft they felt, even through her bra. She sighed happily right into my ear as I explored their wonderful shape and the hard nipples that were rising under my fingertips.

Her hand pumped up and down on my dick, her thumb and forefinger rubbing exquisitely over my knob, and I was in heaven. “Cum for me, Tony,” she whispered into my ear and I exploded all over the table. “Good boy,” she hummed, squeezing and caressing at every convulsion to heighten my pleasure. “Such a good boy.”

When I was finished she kissed me softly and then put a finger to her lips as she sank down to her knees. I whimpered and my hips wobbled all over the place as she lovingly licked my cock and my balls clean.

She pulled my clothes back up as she stood up.

“I love you,” I told her, almost in tears.

“I know, sweetie,” she said sympathetically. “But we’ll both have to be happy with just some lovely memories.”

She gave me another little kiss and then patted me fondly on the ass as she urged me toward the door. The last that I saw of her, she was crumpling up the paper covered in my cum.

From that day on, I don’t think a single day went past that I didn’t think of Caroline. When I was about sixteen I decided that I had to thank her properly for the wonderful things that she’d done for me.

I made an appointment to see her, and on the day I bought her a bunch of flowers that I hid in my backpack.

I was nervous sitting in the waiting room, afraid she might have forgotten all about me. But when I opened her office door, she was clearly delighted to see me again, and even came around and gave me a little hug.

“You’re looking great, Tony. What can I do for you?”

“I really just wanted to say thank you ... for before. It could have been awful, but you made it something wonderful.”

I picked up my bag and pulled out the flowers. As I handed them to her our fingers brushed and, well it’s a cliché, but it did feel like a jolt of electricity went through me. She was clearly touched, and she smiled very fondly at me.

“They’re lovely, Tony. But you really didn’t need to do this.”

I had a huge lump in my throat and had to clear it twice before I could speak. “I know you said it could never happen again but ... do you think that I could kiss you?”

She looked uncertain, so I took a chance. Quickly standing up, I leaned over and put my lips on hers. Then, pulling her up, my arms around to hold her, I continued to kiss her passionately. Caroline did nothing by way of protest or to try to stop me, but put her arms around me and kissed me back with feeling. I managed to shuffle around the desk and pulled her to me, feeling her lovely breasts pressing against my chest. My dick was swelling and my heart soared as I felt her grinding her mound against it. Suddenly she pulled away from me, her breasts heaving and her face flushed.

“We can’t, Tony,” she gasped. “My job, my marriage ... I’m so, so sorry.” Her hand brushed my cheek with her soft fingertips and pink-colored nails.

I fled before I burst into tears.

It was two weeks later that I got a message asking me to make an appointment with Doctor Smith. I’ll be honest, I’d lost any hope that Caroline and I could ever be together. Half of me hoped that it was a medical issue and half of me (the lower half!) hoped that it wasn’t.

Caroline opened the door to let me into her office and closed it behind her with her delightful tushy.

I turned to face her and was again amazed at how beautiful she was: that gorgeous face with those warm blue eyes, soft wavy blonde hair, and lovely deep pink lips. She was wearing a yellow cardigan over a navy blue, silky knee-length dress, with blue shoes with a small heel. I thought that I could make out the tell-tale buttons of suspenders, and my heart raced as I thought that she might be wearing stockings. But she had a nervous smile on her face. “Tony,” she said sombrely, “it wasn’t really fair of me to ask you here today, but I couldn’t help myself.”

I was confused, “I don’t understand, Caroline. What do you mean?”

“I need you, Tony,” she said, her voice breaking with emotion. “But we can never be a couple, and it’s not fair of me to ask.”

“Caroline,” I began, moving closer, “I love you, and whatever time we have together is time that I’ll treasure forever.”

My heart skipped a beat as I heard her lock the door behind her. We moved together and embraced, and I kissed those soft pink lips with all the love I could muster. The feel of her warm soft body against mine made me hard in moments. “I’m so glad that you feel that way,” she said pulling away from the kiss. “I have a little gift for you...”

“Really?” I asked excitedly. She delved into a pocket in her skirt and handed me a small bundle of silky white fabric. “Are these...?” I asked, instinctively raising them to my nose. The perfume that assailed my senses was utterly gorgeous. She grinned at me as I breathed in huge lungfuls of her intoxicating scent.

She drew me by the hand back toward her examination table, where she sat on the edge and then raised her skirt.

For long seconds I just marvelled at her beauty. She was indeed wearing a pair of suspenders and some black stockings that looked incredibly sexy. But it was her pussy itself that took my breath away: shaven apart from a small triangle of blonde hair above, it was plump and gorgeous and her inner lips were engorged with blood and shiny with wetness.

“Do you like what you see, Tony?” she asked and there was an uncertainty and even a little fear in her voice that I’d never heard before. It jolted me from my reverie, and I grinned joyfully at her.

“It’s so, so beautiful,” I breathed, and loved the way her face lit up with relief and joy. I fell on her like a starving man on a rare steak, licking and sucking at her pussy frantically while she squirmed under me, giggling girlishly.