The last day of my stay in Kuala Lumpur, I spent visiting my holistic doctor. It was now the third time, so the man was no longer an unknown quantity. He had offered health solutions for my son and me by prescribing non-chemical supplements, each time after extensive testing conducted at his clinic. The way he tests your health is advanced and performed by him and his beautiful wife, who assists him.
This time I was alone, and after the tests, I had to wait one hour and then go to the doctor who interprets the tests and gives you feedback, some explanation, and obviously information on how to treat and get healthier, to be more in balance with body, mind, and soul.
I got to know him by recommendation of a friend, and since it’s not so easy to get there (another country than the one I live in), I got a body check myself every time I had the occasion. I combined my business appointments with a visit to his institute whenever my schedule permitted.
That time I visited the clinic in the morning. The doctor gave me feedback about the new tests, and we talked about all aspects of life and health. At a certain point, I felt enough trust to talk about my sex life. I was complaining of a lack of sex and also that my vagina was always dry, and when having intercourse with my husband, it was not really a pleasant feeling.
You have to know I was raised in a typical, traditional, and conservative family. So when the doctor asked me about “getting wet”, masturbation, and stuff like that, I could not tell him a lot because I did not have a lot of things to share about that.
Then he asked me if I wanted him to check on that dry-vagina-problem. Since he is a doctor, I said yes, not knowing how he wanted to check this.
He asked if I could come back in the afternoon because in the morning, he had to finish other scheduled consultations. Since I had no other plans than to wait for my next flight out in the evening, I said ok.
I had a light veggie lunch with his wife and told her that her husband was expecting me back for another test. When she said it was not scheduled on the agenda and that she did not prepare anything for me, I explained to her it was unexpected, and since I fly out the same day, I was happy her husband could make some time to check “the issue of my dryness”.
I came back with her to the clinic, where I had some more small talk before the doctor asked me to follow him to another room. In the middle of the room, I saw a professional electric examination/massage table, which also had the supports at both sides for women to put their legs in for a gynecological examination, and for the rest, only a chair and a sink.
I expected he would ask me to take off my panties from under my dress, but to my surprise, he asked me to undress completely. I repeated his question to be sure I did not misunderstand, and he confirmed, so I did what he wanted. It was the first time for me to get out of my clothes for him because during all previous visits, I did not need to take any clothes off at all.
There was no separate corner to get undressed more discreetly, so I just had to strip right in front of him. He was not ashamed and did not stop watching me while I was taking off my dress. I opened the buttons, got my arms out of the short sleeves, and hung it over the chair.
When I stood in front of him, just wearing a bra and panties, I suspected him of enjoying looking at me. That did not give me a bad feeling, and I had to say, even in his white smock, the doctor was a good-looking man himself.
That morning, when I prepared myself in my hotel room, I did not plan a vagina-test, nor did I expect to have to take my clothes off for him, so I was a bit shy about revealing a sexy bra and string panties. If I had known, I would have been wearing a more classic-sized pair of knickers and a neutral bra.
“You can get rid of these as well,” he said, while pointing at my bra and panties.
Since he is a doctor, I obeyed, opened my bra, freed my boobs, and took off my little panties, and only kept my sandals on heels because I did not want to stand on the cold floor. The only three pieces of clothes I was wearing were on the chair now.
Despite my old-fashioned education, I did not feel any awkwardness, and perhaps that could have been a first sign of my exhibitionistic longings I discovered in the years after. Nevertheless, my hands joined each other to hide my pussy, which made little sense, since it would only take a little time before I had to reveal it.
While I was standing there in all my glory, he started to explain what he was about to do with me and why I had to be naked. I don’t remember exactly how he said it, but it was something about eliminating all human resistance and hindrances, letting go of mental barricades, and so on.
I listened to him, but at the same time, I noticed how his eyes were rolling up and down my body. Then he told me he would give me a relaxing massage so there would be no muscle or mental tension the moment he needed to examine my vagina.
After he saw me nodding, he understood I was okay with his motivation, and he invited me to the leather horizontal table, which was prepared with a nice, big soft towel and a small pillow on top of it.
Like a real gentleman, he gave me a hand to step up. Once I sat down, he helped me to take off my sandals by opening their straps. After asking me to lie face down, I heard him using the sink to wash his hands.
He started to give me a neck and back massage with warm oil and told me to relax and empty my head. After my back, he went down to my upper legs and my bum. He took his time, and I already forgot why I was lying there.
The room had a really nice temperature, and where I might have been a little bit nervous before, when he asked me to get totally naked, I felt at ease now. I felt his warm hands go over every inch, and also, my buttocks did not escape from his attention. While doing the back of my upper legs, he caressed my inner thighs after he spread my legs slightly. Inevitably, he touched my labia several times with light energy.
Then it was time to turn face up. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. After circling with his hands over my belly, he began to massage my breasts shamelessly. I was thinking like: “He asked to check on my vagina problem and now he has his hands all over my tits?”
I did not complain because I had to admit I liked it. I saw and felt how my nipples became darker and harder. Several times, we had eye contact, and all he said in between was things like “relax, enjoy yourself”.
At a certain moment, he asked if I liked him massaging my breasts.
“Yeah, nice,” I replied with a soft voice.
In a non-explicit way, he took care of my nipples too, which I felt was stimulating my horny feelings. It was like the doctor-patient relationship was fading. Until that moment, I did not think about sex too much.
Only one time, he was talking technical: “I will not use plastic gloves to examine your vagina, are you comfortable with that?”
“You are the doctor,” I said, which meant he could do what he thinks is best.
To be honest, that is what I prefer; I hate the plastic feeling of condoms, too!
After caressing my breasts for a long time, he changed his focus to my pussy. When I felt his hand going down under my belly, I voluntarily opened my legs a bit to give him some space and access.
While I was wondering how he would “examine” my pussy, I felt he massaged my labia with small movements and little squeezing. I closed my eyes and decided to give in to his style of “examination”. I enjoyed it more and more, and I heard myself moaning when he touched my clit. Softly, he played her for a while before slipping in one finger.
Although I was expecting the doctor to go inside my pussy, I could not avoid a little scream of joy. What I immediately noticed was that she was pretty wet inside. In one way, I felt like a child, caught faking to be sick, in the hope of staying at home with mum and not going to school! In my case, faking a dry pussy, in the hope that the doctor can play with her!
In another way, I felt excited because he gave me a real horny feeling by stimulating my body most intimately. His long finger was massaging my pussy inside, and although his examination showed there was no “dry-pussy-problem” I hoped it was not over yet. Apparently, he was reading my mind and continued playing. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me.
The look on his face could not hide that he was enjoying this too! He asked if I would not mind putting my legs in the supports. I lifted my head from the pillow to see where they were positioned and got my legs in there. Since I don’t have long legs, I was completely in a “spread” position for him. He flipped down the front part of the table and was standing now like a real gynecologist between my legs to continue his “investigation”.
He was standing very close to me this way, and if he had been naked like me, he was in the perfect position to fuck me. Unfortunately, that was not the case. He quickly restarted his routine: telling me to relax and getting his fingers where I wanted them: inside me!
I can’t recall someone playing my pussy for so long. Sometimes he went in with two fingers, then switched to one again. I don’t know if that was his purpose, but slowly, he was building stronger feelings towards a climax.
In between, he asked me to squeeze his fingers with my pussy (he did not use that word!). He then asked me a few questions about my sex drive and habits:
“How many times do you have sex with your husband?”
“A few times per month,” I said.
“What positions do you use?”
“Mostly missionary.”
“What about foreplay?”
“Almost none.”
“How long is your average sex time?”
“5 to 10 minutes, maybe.”
“Does your husband please you orally?”
“No, never.”
“Do you like to masturbate?”
“Not really – my mother told me that was dirty.”
Although those questions did not raise much positive information, questioning me like this while fingering me sounded like dirty talk to me!
When, in the end, he started touching my G-spot, I gave him a sign with my sounds and whispered a few “yesses” and some “mores” and a “go on” which he clearly understood.
Meanwhile, I had my nipples in each hand and pulled them with my fingers hard enough to combine the ecstasy with his fingers fucking me, which was, without a doubt, one of his best skills.
I was surprised when he stopped to take my right hand and bring it to my pussy.
“Can you feel it?” he asked me…
I had no other choice but to put my finger in, to feel how my pussy was soaking wet.
“Massage yourself”, he ordered me, “and touch yourself in the way you feel most excited…”
I still had one hand, having my fingers playing with a nipple, while I was using my other hand to play with myself. I felt my face getting red while he was watching how I was satisfying my pussy with my legs up in the air. My middle finger went in and out, alternating between the inside wetness and my clit. I felt my finger going faster and faster, to fulfill the need of getting an orgasm, but then I looked at the doctor and lost it. Probably not (yet) used to having a voyeur while masturbating!
I mumbled that I preferred the doctor to do that, which he gladly took over from me. I did not let go of my eyes from his, and both hands were back on my tits. While looking back at me, he brought the arousing tension I was longing for by delicately using his fingers.
Suddenly, I felt the table going horizontally up with the electric buzzing lift. In a teaching way, he explained something about how a tongue is the most sensitive tool to give pleasure, and then, without asking, he started licking my clit that got closer to his face by bringing the table up.
I was too shocked to react and let him give me this oral treatment. I had almost forgotten how crazy good it is to get oral satisfaction. Before my husband, I had a few boyfriends with whom I had some nice oral experiences. Now the doctor reminded me, and an orgasm was unstoppable on the way.
For all I care, he could have done anything with me at that moment. The exciting feeling and, at the same time, trust he gave me, overruled the surprise and ethics about the way he was treating me, being a doctor. Apparently, it was the highlight, the culmination of his holistic approach to my “problem.”
I could feel, hear, and even smell my own wetness, and his tongue playing carefully on top made it complete. I started to make my siren sound, arched my back, and curled my toes.
I came so hard I will never forget. I had to push his head away from me because I got too sensitive down there. He looked at me, and I felt myself blushing. For the umpteenth time, he said to relax, brought me a soft blanket, let the table go down, and said I could take a nap for twenty minutes or so.
It was his wife who woke me from the snooze. She stayed with me, saw I was naked under the blanket, watched me getting dressed, and complimented me on my body.
She was very nice to me, hugged me, and said the doctor was waiting for me in his consultation room. I was wondering if she had any idea what happened before. If she was near the room, she must have heard me because I got pretty loud.
When I got in, he smiled, and of course, I smiled back. He said, like a real doctor now, that there is nothing wrong with my vagina and I should ask my husband for more sex, longer foreplay, and maybe suggest to him some oral play. I agreed on that! Then I had to go back to his wife’s office to take care of the supplements I bought and to pay for the consultations, tests, and… the massage.
In the years right after, I went back several times and even brought my current boyfriend because I found his health is also important. So yes, I still have trust in the doctor. In the first year after this famous “dry-pussy-test” I got a few emails from him, asking me how I am and suggesting I make a new appointment for another special massage to stimulate and improve my “liquid flow” with him.
Every time I meet him and his wife, we are super nice and friendly with each other, the three of us even went out together for dinner, but until now, I have not used any special vagina check anymore.
I don’t want to conclude that he took advantage of me. He really showed I am capable of having a super wet pussy and proved that if a man is doing his best to pleasure me between my legs, I can climax.
I never felt used or abused, and I don’t blame him if he enjoyed himself that day while he was intimate with my naked self. I can imagine the fact that people, and even myself, think I was naïve and always believed in the good of people, especially the trust in the doctor. But without that same naivety, I would not have had this wonderful experience that I will never regret.
