It was a cool crispy fall day. The wind was blowing, leaves swaying. I was driving in my black mustang, windows down, my chestnut short hair blowing in the wind. I’m jamming out to my Spotify playlist. On this beautiful Thursday fall day, unfortunately I had to have my annual exam. Mr. Tucker was my gynecologist. He was an older guy. Probably mid 50s gray hair, kind of chubby. Even though I trusted him, I still hated going. Who wants to open wide and them stick a metal piece of equipment in you? The receptionist called my name, “Danielle.” I let a brief sigh out. I knew what was coming next. They took my weight... 116 pounds.. Then my height... 5 feet, 3 inches. The gynecologists assistant asked if I was having any issues, I said no. She told me to complete undress (because they had to do a breast exam as well). I take my shoes off, followed off with my pants, panties, bra and shirt. I had everything laid out in the chair because I’m a neat freak. I get in this ugly paper robe expecting what was coming next. While waiting... completely naked.... I was bored.... so thoughts began to race. It had been awhile since I’ve had sex with a man so I started thinking of a man... holding me, caressing me... I began to get the chills... I start touching myself... working on my size D breasts, massaging my nipples... I bite my lip in relief of how good it felt. I take the tip of my fingernails and start heading south.... I began to tease myself.... opening my sweet lips... massing my clit. I begin to moan... while I’m really enjoying myself and beginning to get wet... I hear a knock... I quickly stop. The person who opened my door was not my ordinary gynecologist... it was

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