Unexpected physical exam
Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 1:42 pm
It was the fall of 1988, in our 7th period Civics class. I sat there day dreaming about my girlfriend Misty Jones, as she sat there at the desk next to me. Her long red hair hung down to the middle of her back. Her big D cup breasts bulged from her blouse.
Wearing a blue denim skirt, she crossed her right leg over her left, dangling a hot pink high heeled pump from her soft delicate bare foot.
“ Oh those fucking legs! “
I said to myself with my boner at full mass.
So bad if given the chance right there. I’d take that high heeled shoe off and would suck on her toes, and lick my way up those sexy legs to the honey pot between her legs.
“ Wonder if she’s wearing panties?…And what color are they?…Bikini?…Thong?…Or full backs?”
The high heeled shoe hit the floor.
Looking forward I see Mrs. Blake our teacher, give Misty an angry look.
She obviously didn’t appreciate the distraction of my girlfriends candid shoe play. That me and a couple of other boys were enjoying by watching.
She caught the teachers look of disapproval, and hung her head slightly showing an act of shame. As she stretched out her sexy leg, hooking the shoe with her pink painted toes, dragging it back towards her. And sliding securely her bare foot back into it.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2:25. On that Wednesday afternoon. It was the only day during the week, that Misty didn’t have to work her job at the Piggly Wiggly grocery store. And on Wednesdays we’d have at least 3 hours at her house in her her bedroom. To fuck like rabbits.
Before her mom would come home.
Yes within the next hour. I’d have her all to myself. Stripping her down.
She looks at me. I see her eyes looking straight at my crotch. She licks her glossy pink painted lips seductively and smiles.
“ I can’t wait? “ She said with just her lips.
About that time, the classroom door opens. And in walks Carla Jordan. A nerdy looking girl that wears glasses and works as an office aid for that period.
“ Yes Carla…What is it? “
Mrs. Blake asks her. Seeing her looking around the crowded classroom.
“ Mikeys mom is here to check him out. “
Misty looks at me with pure anger.
“ I swear I didn’t know! “ I said in a whisper.
While I gathered my books. And followed Carla back towards the office.
“ What the Hell?…Is mom up to? “
I asked myself.
My mom is a workaholic. She raises Hell anytime she has to miss a shift of her work. And rarely if ever checks me out of school early.
Just outside the front office door. I noticed it wasn’t my mom at all checking me out. It was Mistys mom Deb.
“ Mrs. Jones? “ I said to her respectfully.
“ Stop it with the Mrs. Jones crap!…You know to call me mom. “
She said turning towards the door, pushing it open. I follow behind her. Looking at that sexy ass of hers. Dressed in her professional business suit, looking sexy as Hell.
“ Where we going? “ I asked curiously.
“ I’ve made you a doctors appointment. “
“ Why? “
“ Oh there’s just a few things I need to check out for future reasons. “
She said slyly.
Me and Misty had been best friends since the first grade. And dating exclusively throughout junior and high school.
And of course there was talk about us getting married. But I hadn’t popped the question officially yet. But it was definitely weighing on my mind heavily.
At the front of the school. I get into the passenger seat of her old but reliable black 1970 Cadillac.
She gets in the drivers seat, puts on her sunglasses, and lights a cigarette.
“ Can I have one? “
“ After your appointment. “
She tells me. She then brings out 2 little pills.
“ I need you to take these. “ She placed the little pills in my hand.
“ What are they? “ I asked curiously.
“ Don’t worry about it!…Just take it! “
She hands me a bottle half full of Diet Coke.
As I take the pills and sip the Coke, I taste that it’s spiked with something strong and alcoholic.
It always was rumored that Mistys mom was a drunk. But a fully functional drunk, cause it never seemed to affect her professional life anyway.
I take another sip, then a bigger drink and another.
She reached across and took the bottle from my hand.
“ That’s enough! “
“ What’s in it? “
“ Don’t worry about what’s in it. “
I watch her at a red light turn the bottle up, and guzzle the rest. She then tossed the bottle out the window without a care in the world about littering.
In my mind I’m wondering.
“ How is she getting away with this shit? “
Though I am 18 at the time. She’s not my mom! How’s she getting away with checking me out of school? How’s she getting away with making me doctors appointments?
So many questions I didn’t know.
But one thing I did know was my dick was getting hard. Not that it was hard earlier. But now it was rock hard, so hard that it was aching.
“ Shit!..I ain’t never had a boner like this? “
I said to myself.
I looked over at Deb or Mom that she prefers me to call her. Under her black business jacket she wore a pink blouse. The top buttons unbuttoned enough to show a generous amount of cleavage.
Her bra held her big Boulder sized tits up firmly.
She glanced over at me and smiles, knowing I’m checking her out.
She doesn’t say anything but feels flattered that I’m looking.
My eyes go down her curvy sexy body.
I watch her feet working the accelerator and brake. She’s wearing a sexy pair of black pumps. And nude colored nylons.
“ Stockings?…Or pantyhose? “
I’m wondering.
For a moment my mind imagines me being in her real estate office. Her blouse is open. Her big tits out hanging over her bra. Her pants down, around her ankles wearing stockings. Her panties pulled to the side and I’m behind her, slipping my cock inside her. Bending her over her mahogany desk, and fucking her brains out.
“ What ya thinking about? “
She asks knowingly. Snapping me back to reality.
“ Oh nothing! “ I said turning back forward feeling embarrassed that somehow she might have been reading my mind.
Usually as a teenager or young adult. I never gave much thought to older women being sexy. Especially those of my own moms generation. But for some reason Deb Jones was a different case. Even though she probably smoked multiple packs of cigarettes a day, and no telling how many gallons of alcohol she’d taken in over her lifetime. I know her insides are shot to Hell as far as being healthy is concerned. But something about this mid 40’s woman was just sexy as Hell.
And even though I’d been fucking her daughter ever chance I got, sometimes I was imagining fucking her mom, while I was fucking her.
“ Ugh! “ I let out a painful grunt. As my dick throbbed painfully.
“ Something wrong? “
Mom asks.
“ No!…No!…It’s nothing! “
I said shyly.
She gives me a knowing look, knowing I’m lying my ass off.
About that time she pulls in and parks at the newly built regional medical center.
Getting out of the car. I hide behind the open door to pick and pull at my cock, straightening it from the bind it had been in.
“ What the Fuck?…Was in that damn pill? “
I wondered. As I closed the door and followed behind her, watching that sexy ass of hers. As she purposely swayed it back and forth teasing me.
On to the elevator and up to the forth floor. We get out and walk together down another hallway. And come to a door. I look over to the sign. That red. Dr. Deana Richards MD. OB/GYN.
“ WTF?…This is a woman’s doctor? “
I say to myself as mom opens the door. And gently pushed me inside ahead of her.
A sense of fear then came over me. As mom then led me up to the receptionist desk. She signs me in. And picks up all the little forms to fill out.
We then find some chairs to sit in.
“ Let me have your insurance card and drivers license. “
Mom said.
I take them from my wallet, hand them over. As she fills out the forms. I look around the waiting room. Seeing almost all women. Most in different stages of pregnancy. There was just a few men. Most of them were holding there pregnant wives hands lovingly.
I look around more and see some old gray haired hags. Which was there for no telling what reason.
All my life I thought it would be cool to be a woman’s doctor. Getting to see tits, pussy and ass all day long. But where are all the hot girls? I asked myself.
And in walked one. A tall sexy blonde at that. Wearing a mini skirt. She carried a back pack full of something I didn’t know.
I watched her converse with the receptionist. She then sat down and crossed those sexy long legs.
She was smoking hot. So beautiful she could have been a model.
Mom sees me checking her out.
“ She’s the pharmaceutical sales girl. If your wondering? “
“ Oh “
Was all I said wishing I could see her naked, with her feet in the stirrups. I’m sure her doctor has to jerk off after the exam.
The door opens and a nurse calls her back. I watched her pick up her backpack. She spots me and smiles knowing I’m looking down her blouse.
Dick throbbed again. As I watched her strut. Mom sees me again looking straight at the woman’s legs with her white high heeled pumps clicking and clacking along as she walks.
Mom gets up. She reached down and gave my cock a teasing squeeze over my jeans. She winks and smiles as she to struts her sexy self away from me, carrying the filled out forms, with my drivers license and insurance card.
I watched her converse quietly with the receptionist again. I then see the attractive older woman behind my desk look straight across the room at me. With a smile and big 80’s permed hair, she cracks up in hysterical laughter. Mom breaks out in laughter with her.
“ WTF?…Are they laughing at me? “
Mom then returned.
“ It won’t be much longer. “
As she sat. She reached over and rubbed my thigh for a moment. She then herself crossed her legs. I then feel the toe of her pointed toed pump, rubbing up and down the back of my calf.
Dick throbbed again.
Wearing a blue denim skirt, she crossed her right leg over her left, dangling a hot pink high heeled pump from her soft delicate bare foot.
“ Oh those fucking legs! “
I said to myself with my boner at full mass.
So bad if given the chance right there. I’d take that high heeled shoe off and would suck on her toes, and lick my way up those sexy legs to the honey pot between her legs.
“ Wonder if she’s wearing panties?…And what color are they?…Bikini?…Thong?…Or full backs?”
The high heeled shoe hit the floor.
Looking forward I see Mrs. Blake our teacher, give Misty an angry look.
She obviously didn’t appreciate the distraction of my girlfriends candid shoe play. That me and a couple of other boys were enjoying by watching.
She caught the teachers look of disapproval, and hung her head slightly showing an act of shame. As she stretched out her sexy leg, hooking the shoe with her pink painted toes, dragging it back towards her. And sliding securely her bare foot back into it.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2:25. On that Wednesday afternoon. It was the only day during the week, that Misty didn’t have to work her job at the Piggly Wiggly grocery store. And on Wednesdays we’d have at least 3 hours at her house in her her bedroom. To fuck like rabbits.
Before her mom would come home.
Yes within the next hour. I’d have her all to myself. Stripping her down.
She looks at me. I see her eyes looking straight at my crotch. She licks her glossy pink painted lips seductively and smiles.
“ I can’t wait? “ She said with just her lips.
About that time, the classroom door opens. And in walks Carla Jordan. A nerdy looking girl that wears glasses and works as an office aid for that period.
“ Yes Carla…What is it? “
Mrs. Blake asks her. Seeing her looking around the crowded classroom.
“ Mikeys mom is here to check him out. “
Misty looks at me with pure anger.
“ I swear I didn’t know! “ I said in a whisper.
While I gathered my books. And followed Carla back towards the office.
“ What the Hell?…Is mom up to? “
I asked myself.
My mom is a workaholic. She raises Hell anytime she has to miss a shift of her work. And rarely if ever checks me out of school early.
Just outside the front office door. I noticed it wasn’t my mom at all checking me out. It was Mistys mom Deb.
“ Mrs. Jones? “ I said to her respectfully.
“ Stop it with the Mrs. Jones crap!…You know to call me mom. “
She said turning towards the door, pushing it open. I follow behind her. Looking at that sexy ass of hers. Dressed in her professional business suit, looking sexy as Hell.
“ Where we going? “ I asked curiously.
“ I’ve made you a doctors appointment. “
“ Why? “
“ Oh there’s just a few things I need to check out for future reasons. “
She said slyly.
Me and Misty had been best friends since the first grade. And dating exclusively throughout junior and high school.
And of course there was talk about us getting married. But I hadn’t popped the question officially yet. But it was definitely weighing on my mind heavily.
At the front of the school. I get into the passenger seat of her old but reliable black 1970 Cadillac.
She gets in the drivers seat, puts on her sunglasses, and lights a cigarette.
“ Can I have one? “
“ After your appointment. “
She tells me. She then brings out 2 little pills.
“ I need you to take these. “ She placed the little pills in my hand.
“ What are they? “ I asked curiously.
“ Don’t worry about it!…Just take it! “
She hands me a bottle half full of Diet Coke.
As I take the pills and sip the Coke, I taste that it’s spiked with something strong and alcoholic.
It always was rumored that Mistys mom was a drunk. But a fully functional drunk, cause it never seemed to affect her professional life anyway.
I take another sip, then a bigger drink and another.
She reached across and took the bottle from my hand.
“ That’s enough! “
“ What’s in it? “
“ Don’t worry about what’s in it. “
I watch her at a red light turn the bottle up, and guzzle the rest. She then tossed the bottle out the window without a care in the world about littering.
In my mind I’m wondering.
“ How is she getting away with this shit? “
Though I am 18 at the time. She’s not my mom! How’s she getting away with checking me out of school? How’s she getting away with making me doctors appointments?
So many questions I didn’t know.
But one thing I did know was my dick was getting hard. Not that it was hard earlier. But now it was rock hard, so hard that it was aching.
“ Shit!..I ain’t never had a boner like this? “
I said to myself.
I looked over at Deb or Mom that she prefers me to call her. Under her black business jacket she wore a pink blouse. The top buttons unbuttoned enough to show a generous amount of cleavage.
Her bra held her big Boulder sized tits up firmly.
She glanced over at me and smiles, knowing I’m checking her out.
She doesn’t say anything but feels flattered that I’m looking.
My eyes go down her curvy sexy body.
I watch her feet working the accelerator and brake. She’s wearing a sexy pair of black pumps. And nude colored nylons.
“ Stockings?…Or pantyhose? “
I’m wondering.
For a moment my mind imagines me being in her real estate office. Her blouse is open. Her big tits out hanging over her bra. Her pants down, around her ankles wearing stockings. Her panties pulled to the side and I’m behind her, slipping my cock inside her. Bending her over her mahogany desk, and fucking her brains out.
“ What ya thinking about? “
She asks knowingly. Snapping me back to reality.
“ Oh nothing! “ I said turning back forward feeling embarrassed that somehow she might have been reading my mind.
Usually as a teenager or young adult. I never gave much thought to older women being sexy. Especially those of my own moms generation. But for some reason Deb Jones was a different case. Even though she probably smoked multiple packs of cigarettes a day, and no telling how many gallons of alcohol she’d taken in over her lifetime. I know her insides are shot to Hell as far as being healthy is concerned. But something about this mid 40’s woman was just sexy as Hell.
And even though I’d been fucking her daughter ever chance I got, sometimes I was imagining fucking her mom, while I was fucking her.
“ Ugh! “ I let out a painful grunt. As my dick throbbed painfully.
“ Something wrong? “
Mom asks.
“ No!…No!…It’s nothing! “
I said shyly.
She gives me a knowing look, knowing I’m lying my ass off.
About that time she pulls in and parks at the newly built regional medical center.
Getting out of the car. I hide behind the open door to pick and pull at my cock, straightening it from the bind it had been in.
“ What the Fuck?…Was in that damn pill? “
I wondered. As I closed the door and followed behind her, watching that sexy ass of hers. As she purposely swayed it back and forth teasing me.
On to the elevator and up to the forth floor. We get out and walk together down another hallway. And come to a door. I look over to the sign. That red. Dr. Deana Richards MD. OB/GYN.
“ WTF?…This is a woman’s doctor? “
I say to myself as mom opens the door. And gently pushed me inside ahead of her.
A sense of fear then came over me. As mom then led me up to the receptionist desk. She signs me in. And picks up all the little forms to fill out.
We then find some chairs to sit in.
“ Let me have your insurance card and drivers license. “
Mom said.
I take them from my wallet, hand them over. As she fills out the forms. I look around the waiting room. Seeing almost all women. Most in different stages of pregnancy. There was just a few men. Most of them were holding there pregnant wives hands lovingly.
I look around more and see some old gray haired hags. Which was there for no telling what reason.
All my life I thought it would be cool to be a woman’s doctor. Getting to see tits, pussy and ass all day long. But where are all the hot girls? I asked myself.
And in walked one. A tall sexy blonde at that. Wearing a mini skirt. She carried a back pack full of something I didn’t know.
I watched her converse with the receptionist. She then sat down and crossed those sexy long legs.
She was smoking hot. So beautiful she could have been a model.
Mom sees me checking her out.
“ She’s the pharmaceutical sales girl. If your wondering? “
“ Oh “
Was all I said wishing I could see her naked, with her feet in the stirrups. I’m sure her doctor has to jerk off after the exam.
The door opens and a nurse calls her back. I watched her pick up her backpack. She spots me and smiles knowing I’m looking down her blouse.
Dick throbbed again. As I watched her strut. Mom sees me again looking straight at the woman’s legs with her white high heeled pumps clicking and clacking along as she walks.
Mom gets up. She reached down and gave my cock a teasing squeeze over my jeans. She winks and smiles as she to struts her sexy self away from me, carrying the filled out forms, with my drivers license and insurance card.
I watched her converse quietly with the receptionist again. I then see the attractive older woman behind my desk look straight across the room at me. With a smile and big 80’s permed hair, she cracks up in hysterical laughter. Mom breaks out in laughter with her.
“ WTF?…Are they laughing at me? “
Mom then returned.
“ It won’t be much longer. “
As she sat. She reached over and rubbed my thigh for a moment. She then herself crossed her legs. I then feel the toe of her pointed toed pump, rubbing up and down the back of my calf.
Dick throbbed again.