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Still nervous, I signed in. A minute later a nurse called my name. “Janine Taylor.
She led me to Dr. Charles’ office.
He rose from his desk as I walked in. He held out his right hand. “I’m so glad you decided to come back.”
“I’d shake your hand, but my palms are all sweaty.”
“After you’re first climax, you’ll be looking forward to the next Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
He took my hand and led me into a small room across the hall and handed me a small white shroud. “Get undressed, including your jewelry, when you’re finished lay on the gurney and pull the sheet over you. I’ll return in two minutes.”
I laid on the gurney about thirty seconds before he returned. My palms were clammy. Looks like the doctor is going to tickle my fancy.
He slipped in wearing a reassuring smile. “Okay, I’m going to reach under the sheet and do things to you similar to what your gynecologist would do, only I’m going to make you feel good. Hopefully, good enough to make you climax. Any questions?”
“How long will it take?”
“Usually, five or ten minutes. His good-sized latex gloved hands disappeared from view, then I felt them on my thighs.
My mouth was dry and my heart beat hard and fast. When his hand moved up my thigh, I stiffened. Everything felt good, but my nervousness increased, having a strange man’s hands near my goodie box.
“I can tell you’re jumpy, so I’m going to work slow and easy. Don't worry, I’ve done this numerous times. It’s my profession and I’m very good at it. So good, I’ve never failed to bring on an orgasm. Are you ready?”
My breathing had become stilted. “Yes,” I said in breathy voice.
His right hand slid over my mound. I gasped when his thumb hung over the edge and rubbed the length of my clitoral ridge. “Ooh,” I said, as tickly little tendrils of pleasure threaded their way throughout my torso. I gasped as his thumb moved the very tip of my protuberance. Concentrating on my clit, it seemed grow in size and sensitivity. As my pleasure purred from within, heat and dampness built within my core. His thumb wandered down and back transferring some of the lubricating juices, which had formed near my recess, to my little pearl. With his thumb slick with my crème, each stroke sent tingly sensations crashing through my wriggling body. After warming my love bud, I felt his other hand glide into position at the rim of my moist recess. I sensed heat and wetness building within my pussy in anticipation of his fingers.
After a knock on the door, another man in a physician’s smock looked in. “Ah, there you are.”
“Robbie, come in. Janine, this is, Robin McDonald.”
He offered his hand. “Hi, I’m pleased to meet you. We’re on a casual basis here so call me Robbie. I believe we talked on the phone, yesterday. It’s always nice to get new, pretty subjects like you.”
Rolling my eyes at meeting another man in this compromising position, I shook his hand. He looked every bit as handsome as Dr. Charles, with brown eyes and dark hair graying at the temples. “Janine Taylor. I’m pleased to meet you, doctor.”
“What area are you volunteering for?”
“I came for the orgasm portion, but since it’s full, Dr. Charles is testing me, for other study groups.”
Robbie glanced at his colleague. “Like what, Charlie, fellatio, toys, anal, bond...”
Charlie subtly shook his head. “We’re not sure. Why don’t you give me a hand. You can take Janine’s upper body. She's never had an interactive orgasm and I’m trying to induce one, so she can get in the program.”
“Oh, yes we have to get Janine in the program.” As he slipped a pair of large latex gloves on, Charlie thrust two fingers into me and caressed my magic bud. “Ooh!” I inhaled sharply.
He paused. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No, it shocked me. Please go on.”
A little bit about Marchesa. (very little) She lives in Las Vegas where the temp once hit 125. She likes to think her stories are as hot as Las Vegas. She's Italian and Greek, (born in Italy) just like her horny heroines and She's #@* years old. Her great grand aunt was a marchesa in Italy, hence she borrowed her title.read more