I attend our local hospital for an appointment to have an ultrasound scan carried out. I’ve been having problems with my kidneys and bladder, which requires further investigation. I am shown into a dimly lit room by a nurse in her thirties. In the room is a man in his fifties, sat beside an examination table.
“Hello Sarah, I’m Fiona, and this is John. We’ll be carrying out your ultrasound examination today.”
John looks up and smiles at me. Fiona sits down in front of a computer screen.
After confirming my name, date of birth and address, Fiona asks, “So, have you had an ultra sound scan before, Sarah?”
“No, I haven’t,” I reply.
“Okay. Did you get the information leaflet which was sent out to you with your appointment letter?”
“Yes, I got that thanks.”
“Do you have any questions or concerns about the scan we will be doing?”
“Well, no, I don’t think so.”
“Okay well, lets get started. Could you lie down on your back on the table? John will be using the scanner to have a look inside, and I’ll be viewing and recording pictures on the screen.”
I climb up onto the table, with my head on the pillow.
“Okay, Sarah, if you could just pull your blouse up to your chest for me,” John says, ” So that I can put the gel on your tummy. I don’t want to get it on your clothes.”
I pull up my white blouse, but only so that it is covering my bra.
“And if you could undo your skirt as well, so that we can take a look inside your bladder.”
I hesitate. I hadn’t anticipated that I would need to unfasten my skirt. He senses my reluctance.
“I’ll need to scan the whole of your urinary tract, so I will need your skirt to be pulled down a bit more to get the scanner into the correct position,” he explains.
“Oh… I see. Alright then.”
Lying flat on my back, I reach down and unclip the clasp at the front of the blue denim mini skirt I am wearing. I feel my cheeks blushing red and hot, as he then begins, putting the cool gel onto my tummy, then placing the hand held scanner on it, moving around on my skin.
Every now and then he asks me to breathe in and hold my breath, as they both view the images on the computer screen. Fiona seems to be saving the pictures as they go.
John gradually moved the scanner down my tummy, and then asks me to turn onto my side to look at my kidneys. Then I lie flat on my back again.
“So, could you push your skirt and panties down a bit more now Sarah, so that we can have a look at your bladder,” he says.
Hesitantly, I reach down, and push my skirt and panties down lower, stopping just above my pussy slit. My heart is beating fast and I can hardly breathe. He glances at me briefly, as he discovers that I am completely shaved down there. I see the slightest of smiles cross his lips, and then feel him rub more gel onto my smooth, hairless pubic area. My cheeks are glowing hot with embarrassment now. No one has ever seen my shaved private parts until now. Not even my mother.
He continues moving the scanner over my smooth skin, as Fiona sits behind him, capturing the images on the screen. I’m feeling so embarrassed, knowing that he is looking at my intimate secret. But at the same time a feeling of excitement is stirring deep inside me. Ive never had a man touching me down the there, and suddenly, unexpectedly, I find this complete stranger massaging me with his gel covered scanning device.
And then, in my imagination…
Despite my shyness, I can’t resist the temptation. As he moves the scanner over my gel covered skin, I slowly push my skirt and panties down further, and gradually reveal the smooth, puffy lips of my shaved pussy. It is a huge step for me. For years I have lived with the deep fear of people seeing my naked body, and struggled with the feelings of panic and dread that have haunted me in my nightmares. But now, for the first time, I have the courage to show myself.
I watch his eyes, as they take in the sight of this nineteen year old virgin’s private parts. He glances up at me, and I give him a shy smile. He is still moving the scanner over my abdomen, but I suddenly feel the fingers of his left hand slip over my exposed pussy. A little gasp escapes my lips at his touch.
Fiona seems oblivious to what is going on behind her. As she sits at the computer, John’s fingers slide up and down along my smooth slit, as the gel assists his progress. Without a word, I feel his index finger slip between my outer lips, and enter the hotness of my tight vaginal canal. Involuntarily, my hips rise slightly off the table to meet his touch, as he pushes deep inside me, and I feel him push against my hymen.
“I think we’ve got everything now,” Fiona suddenly announces from behind him.
He pulls his hand away quickly.
“There we are. All done,” he says, with a smile, as if fingering a teenager’s pussy is all part of the normal process.
Then, he takes a few sheets of kitchen towel off a roll, and wipes the gel off my tummy.
“We don’t want your clothes getting messed up. This stuff gets everywhere,” he says.
I start to pull my blouse down, thinking he has finished.
Then I feel him wiping my pubic area. I look up at him, and he smiles at me, then looks behind him at Fiona. She is busy studying the screen. Without a word, he suddenly pulls the front of my panties right down, to reveal my naked pussy completely. I gasp, as he wipes the kitchen towel over the smooth, puffy outer lips of my pussy, carefully massaging them with his fingers.
“There we are,” he says after a few seconds, “all nice and dry.”
He quickly pulls my panties back up. I can’t believe that I’ve just had a complete stranger see, and touch, my private parts. In a daze, I reach down and pull my skirt back up. Meanwhile he has turned round and is talking to Fiona, who seems to be completely unaware of what he has just done.
I get up off the table and fasten my skirt. My head is in a daze, as I hear his distant voice.
“We will send a report to you Doctor in the next week or so,” he is telling me, ” So if you make an appointment to see her in about a week, she will be able to explain the scan results and what happens next.”
“Oh. I see. Thank you,” I reply, feeling my cheeks glowing with embarrassment now, thinking about how I’ve just behaved, and what I’ve allowed him to do to me. I suddenly feel ashamed of myself.
“So Fiona will show you out,” he continues, “It was nice to see you, Sarah.”
He gives me a knowing smile. I smile back, shyly.
“Thank you. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” I reply.
Fiona gets up and leads me back to the reception area. Then, taking me to one side, she speaks to me in a hushed voice.
“He doesn’t do it to every girl. Only the girls who want him to do it.”
I stare at her, shocked. So she knew.
