On our return, a Sunday, I had one day to relax before attending a hospital appointment for a consultation with a surgeon. For the past eighteen months I had been having problems with the tendons in my wrist that control my right thumb. They had become stiff and painful.
A year before, my GP had administered a steroid injection which had eased the problem but not cured it and now the pain was back but worse, so he had made an appointment for me at the hospital.
So it was that I found myself in the waiting area of my local hospital, nervously watching the clock. My husband had stayed at home to catch up on the chores while I came here but I didn’t mind. I have always been very independent and besides, I was going on to work afterwards.
At exactly the time of the appointment I heard my name called.
“Wow,” I thought, “bang on time!”
I followed the directions to the consulting room and stepped through the open door.
That was the first surprise, as before me, sitting behind a desk was a very attractive woman indeed. Her blonde hair falling in waves to her shoulders and her fashionable glasses doing nothing to hide her piercing blue eyes. She was maybe in her late forties and dressed very smartly in a white woolen pullover and scarf which accentuated her beautifully proportioned figure.
She stood as I entered and motioned me to a chair in front of her desk.
“Good morning, Anna,” she said with a bright smile, “I am Doctor Schumann”
I didn’t reply immediately. I was so amazed as I had just had the second surprise. Not only was she beautiful but she was German. Her English was impeccable but she had an incredibly sexy German accent!
“I am sorry, ” I said as I regained my composure, “but I wasn’t expecting…”
I stopped.
“What?” she smiled, “A woman?”
“No, well, yes,” I seemed to have lost control of my mouth, “but also…you are German!”
I more or less blurted out the last part.
She frowned then.
“Is that a problem for you?”
“Oh Lord, no!” I must have blushed deep as my face felt as though it were on fire, “On the contrary, I just returned from Bavaria two days ago.”
We sat at the desk, either side.
“I am from Dusseldorf,” she told me, “but my brother lives near Munich.”
I didn’t pursue the conversation as I didn’t want to take up her time, so we got on with the business of my wrist. I placed my arm on the desk and she took my wrist in her hand.
As soon as she touched me a tingle shot up my arm and caused me to give an almost imperceptible gasp.
“I am sorry,” she said, looking directly into my eyes, “My hands are cold?”
“Oh no, not at all. In fact they are lovely and warm.” I gave a half smile, my face burning with embarrassment.
She continued to tell me about what she planned.
“I will make an incision here,” she said, drawing a short line on my wrist with her pen, “and I shall remove this small cyst which has formed here. That is the cause of your pain. It has caused a thickening in the tunnel through which the tendon passes, trapping it.”
She looked up and again looked into my eyes.
“You have no need to be afraid,” she smiled, her face so beautiful and her ice blue eyes twinkled as she spoke, “I have carried out many of these operations. It will only take five minutes under a local anesthetic.”
As she looked at me my insides twisted and turned with desire. I had never met such a woman. Beautiful, mature, intelligent and, the icing on the cake, she was German.
“I am not afraid,” I said, more quietly and nervously than I intended. “You give me great confidence. I am more at ease that you are doing this than I have ever been about a medical procedure.”
“But you are trembling,” she frowned, “are you nervous of me?”
My heart was pounding now, the fear almost stopping my tongue. Holding her gaze without turning away was a herculean achievement and with a throat like sandpaper, I whispered, “I don’t know how to say this but you excite me beyond belief.” Then I dropped my gaze.
I was shaking noticeably now, with fear, excitement, nerves, arousal and, above all, acute embarrassment.
“Do you mean you are attracted to me?” she asked. The smile had not faded but her eyes seemed to sparkle even more.
As she spoke she took my chin on her fingertips and lifted my head to face her.
I nodded as I no longer had the power of speech.
“You do not need to be embarrassed, Anna. I know how it is to be attracted to another woman.” She was still smiling but now a benign, sympathetic smile.
“You do?” I whispered, no longer trembling and beginning to relax.
“Indeed, I do,” and as she continued she placed her left hand on the desk in front of me and spread her fingers.
“You see?” she said, “No rings.”
“You are not married?”
I thought the name ‘Miss Schumann’ was just like a professional term for a surgeon as a male would be Mister but it seemed not.
“No,” she said “I have no interest in men.”
All the time we had been speaking she had been holding my wrist.
“I don’t know what to say, Frau Doktor.”
I hoped I had used the correct term, considering her status.
“Then do not say anything.” She gently squeezed my wrist. “I also find you very attractive, Anna, and please, call me Nena.”
I smiled back at her and blushed. The situation all seemed so surreal.
Releasing my hand she turned to the computer screen on her desk.
“I can do the repair after Christmas.” She continued, “is that ok?”
Now I was confused. Had the conversation we’d had just happened or had I dreamed it?
“Erm, yes,” I replied, “That will be fine. Thank you…Nena.”
She stood and offered her hand.
I took it as I stood also.
“Thank you,” I replied, then, “Dankeschon.”
She smiled warmly and replied,”Bitteschon”
As I left the room I turned and went to close the door behind me. I looked back for a moment.
She was seated back behind her desk, writing and didn’t look up.
I closed the door quietly and left.
Walking back to my car I was so puzzled. I finally decided that my imagination had got the better of me. I really must get out more, I decided.
The day of the operation arrived just one month later. I had no fears whatsoever.
Nena had been so nice I trusted her implicitly.
My husband came with me to the hospital and I was excited to be seeing her again.
I had told him how happy I was that she would be doing the operation, but not about how I really felt.
We were shown to our cubicle and after a wait, Nena appeared. She was wearing the standard theatre coveralls with a paper hat and mask around her neck. I hardly recognised her without her make-up but she still looked sexy to me.
“Hello Anna,” she said, “Sorry I am so late, there have been a few problems this morning. I will just check your paperwork and we will get you in as soon as possible.”
“That is okay,” I replied with a smile, “I am not in a hurry.”
“No,” she said abruptly, “it is not okay.”
I was taken aback. She wasn’t rude, just a little unexpected.
We went through the documents and ‘ticked all the boxes’ making sure everything was correct then she at last smiled.
“I shall get you in as soon as possible.”
I smiled back at her but said nothing.
I was a little sad as she didn’t seem to recognise me, I was just another patient to her.
Maybe I had imagined the whole thing, wishful thinking perhaps.
The operation went smoothly and Nena never once hurt me. and within a few minutes it was all over and I was back in my cubicle getting dressed to go home.
A nurse appeared and went through the discharge paperwork and before she left I asked her if there was to be a follow up appointment with the surgeon but she said there wouldn’t be unless there were problems and in, my case, there hadn’t been so I could go and that was that.
I left the hospital with my husband. I was quiet. The most exciting woman I had met, pretty much ever, and I would never see her again.
“You alright love?” Philip asked me, “You are very quiet.”
“Oh yes,” I lied, “Just thinking about my wrist and being away from work for the next three weeks.”
Three days later, with my wrist bandaged and immobile, I sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and struggling to butter toast with my left hand. Philip walked through the door and put the morning’s post on the table.
“Hey!” he exclaimed, “Let me do that for you.”
I hated being dependent on him but on this occasion I had to admit defeat. The toast was torn and ragged. Being right handed, having that side out of action was becoming a damned nuisance.
I sat back and picked up the post. Junk, junk, bill, junk, magazine, another bill…
I opened the thicker looking bill first.
Oh, I thought, not a bill.
The letter began:
‘A follow up appointment has been made for you with Miss Schumann at the hand and wrist clinic at 14.30 on….’
My heart leapt with excitement! I would see her again after all!
But then…the nurse said a follow up would only be necessary if there was a problem. I felt okay, the swelling had subsided and I had very little pain, what could be wrong?
I was worried now and the appointment was two weeks away. It was for three days after having the stitches removed so maybe it was just a check, but even so…
The day of the appointment arrived. The last two weeks had dragged. The stitches had come out without problem and the local surgery nurse had even commented about how neat the scar was. It would probably be invisible when it faded.
I waited alone in the waiting room. I had come straight from work and was still in my uniform.
Once again, on the dot of 14.30, I heard my name called. I stood obediently and walked to the room indicated by the nurse. Tapping gently on the door, I opened it and my knees felt so weak I could hardly stand.
Behind her desk, Doctor Schumann…Nena, smiled radiantly.
“Hello, Anna,” she said, getting to her feet and gesturing the chair before her, “How are you?”
Once again, my throat had dried up and I could barely speak.
“Fine thank you,” I croaked.
She held out her hand as we sat.
“Your wrist is okay?”
I was enthralled by her sexily accented voice but held out my arm for her to see.
“I think so. No real pain and healing well.”
I jumped as she gently touched the scar, an electric shock shooting up my arm, making my nipples tingle and a shiver ran through me.
“I am sorry.” she said, taking her hand away, “It is still painful?”
“No…I…It isn’t at all.” I stammered. I was lost for words. My face burning with embarrassment and desire.
My whole body was alive. I wanted to tell her but I couldn’t summon up the courage.
“I am sorry,” she said, looking a little puzzled, “then…?”
“I want you!”
There! I said it! I sat and waited for the response, expecting to be shown the door, but instead she looked at me, those beautiful ice blue eyes smiling and twinkling and I was getting wetter and wetter.
“Anna, I am so sorry. I want you too but I could not say that in case I was wrong. In case you made a complaint.”
“Is that why I am here then?” Like a bulb inside my head switching on, suddenly all became clear.
“Yes, I am sorry,” she answered. “It was the only way I could see you again. I discharged you the day I operated so, technically, you are not my patient now.”
“Then I can leave?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “you can leave. Do you want to?”
I smiled and we stood, simultaneously.
Taking a step towards her I smiled, saying, “No, I don’t.” All the time, gazing into her eyes, suddenly confident.
My heart pounding with desire, I leaned forwards and kissed her gently on her beautiful, soft lips. Her eyes closed and her lips parted slightly as she accepted my kiss, breathing in sharply through her nose.
She smelled of expensive scent and coffee, a combination I find heady.
Suddenly, she pushed me gently away.
“Are you sure you want this?” she asked, “Absolutely sure?”
I gazed back at her.
“I have wanted this more than anything, since the moment I walked through that door for the first time,” I assured her.
“Then come,” she said, taking my hand and led me through another door into a small windowless room…the examination room.
She closed the door and locked it behind us. She was in total control now and I just stood, silently begging her to come to me.
To my surprise, she became the doctor again.
“Take off you clothes,” she ordered. Not abruptly but with an air of authority. I didn’t question her but obediently took off my jacket and stepped out of my shoes.
I was not generally a submissive person but Nena had such a commanding way about her that I wanted to do whatever she asked.
I began to unbutton my grey uniform skirt.
“Wait,” she said, “Let me look at you first.”
I paused as she looked at me, smiling. Her eyes tracing a line from my face, down to my feet and back again.
“You are beautiful, Anna.” she said eventually, then nodded for me to continue.
I blushed deeply, my whole body felt as though it was burning.
Obediently I released the buttons holding the waistband and lowered the zipper then releasing the fabric to allow it to fall to the floor around my feet.
I looked at Nena, wanting her approval and her smile broadened as the falling clothing revealed my flesh coloured stockings. My suspender belt and matching panties were still hidden under my blouse, just the suspenders themselves were visible.
“You wear stockings for work?” Nena asked
“Not normally,” I replied, grinning like the Cheshire cat, “but I had hoped you would want me as much as I wanted you so I took a chance.”
She didn’t comment further so I began to unbutton my blouse from the top, slowly, one by one, until, releasing the last one I revealed myelf to her and slipped the crisp white garment from my shoulders and draped it over the back of the chair where I had placed my jacket.
Once again I stood still, waiting for approval and once again her eyes roamed over my body.
She lingered at my small breasts, covered in a mid grey satin bra trimmed with dark grey lace, then continued down to the matching suspenders and finally stopped at my grey panties, gazing between my legs. I wondered if there was a damp patch showing there as I was getting aroused beyond belief.
“Turn for me please, Anna.” Nena said, still authoritatively.
I turned my back slowly towards here, wondering what the was thinking.
My bottom is still firm and was presented to her covered in the shiny grey fabric with dark lace trim. I hoped beyond hope that I pleased her.
I heard her take a deep intake of breath.
“Schon, einfach nur schon,” I heard her breathe quietly.
I smiled broadly and blushed even more for I knew that she had just said I was ‘beautiful, just beautiful.’
I reached behind me, still facing away from her, and released the hooks of my bra. Letting it slide down my arms. I placed that, too, on the chair with the rest of my clothes, and turned slowly back to face her, my arms by my sides.
Still Nena did not move but I could see that she was looking at my small pointed breasts and the smile said more than words ever could.
Although she had her arms folded as I undressed I could see she was breathing heavily now and obviously excited.
I placed my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties.
“Wait!” she commanded. Once again, firmly but not abruptly. Then she smiled again and unfolded her arms.
“Would you like to get on the trolley and I will take a look at you.”
It was weird, I was here for my wrist, ostensibly, but she was about to give me a full examination. I obediently moved to the padded trolley and she moved towards me, taking my arm to assist me. I climbed up and swung my legs up.
Nena put her hand on my back whilst I got into position and reclined onto the raised part of the padded mattress, my arms flat to my sides.
As I lay still, I closed my eyes as Nena’s hand began to touch my breast, as if examining it. She gently manipulated the soft flesh with her warm fingers.
I have always had very sensitive breasts and her touch sent a thrill right through me, causing me to gasp and take a sharp breath.
This time she didn’t apologise. She knew exactly what she had done. My nipples pushed outwards as if to emphasise the fact and began to ache and tingle.
My chest was rising and falling as I breathed heavily under her ministrations and, suddenly, I felt her warm soft lips around my nipple. Kissing first then gently sucking it deeper into her mouth. I felt her hot, wet tongue begin to flick the tip inside her mouth and the blood flowed into it and tried to burst out. The result being an achingly painful experience which felt like nothing I had ever felt before.
My head was swimming under her expert touch which she repeated with the other.
My stomach was churning in the most pleasant way imaginable and I was getting wetter and wetter. My panties must have been soaking.
She released my nipples and began to work her way down my abdomen, tracing little kisses and tickling me with her lips, causing my muscles to twitch and contract uncontrollably.
Little moans began to escape from deep within me until she reached the low waistband just above my pubis. her touch was electric.
Hooking her fingers into the elastic, Nena began to ease the fabric downwards as I lifted my bottom off the mattress.
The fabric moved so slowly, revealing my wet nakedness in all its burning glory.
As the satin slid away, her lips followed, still soft and gentle, until they reached the beginning of the valley as it appeared.
Then her tongue extended from between her lips and began to seek out my aching clitoris, straining from inside it’s sheath.
Free of any inhibitions I may have once had, I parted my legs to allow her access but my panties prevented much movement.
Nena continued to remove them until I was able to give her free reign over my body.
I was in heaven. I had never been treated so lovingly before. My Husband had never done this to me, just taking what he wanted without any thought of what I might desire and here was a beautiful, professional woman giving me total attention and putting my desires above all else.
Now I parted my legs. At her touch I shuddered with excitement. her thumbs, placed either side of my valley, gently opened my lips, separating the petals and exposing my innermost secrets. I could feel the moisture at the entrance and she bent forwards and kissed me, exactly there, on the opening. Gentle, caring, drawing my moisture with a soft, sucking. I could feel the pressure building up inside and I tilted my hips for her tongue.
Moving to the end of the trolley, Nena bid me move toward her and lifted my legs as I moved down causing my knees to fall sideways, Opening me to my fullest extent.
With my bottom near the edge, she knelt and began to taste me, her tongue beginning to probe inside me. I couldn’t take very much more. My breathing was becoming heavy and laboured and I was gasping and panting as her tongue found my most sensitive spot.
Her lips then went back to draw my fleshy button further from it’s nest.
That was it! My orgasm exploded through me, my muscles contracted, causing my back to arch and as I lifted, her hand gripped my buttocks and squeezed them firmly.
The sensation of shock just made my orgasm triple in intensity and I screamed out loud, flooding her mouth and chin with my spendings.
The paper sheet beneath me tore apart as My fingers gripped with uncontrolled strength and slowly, I sank back to the bed, exhausted.
She wasn’t finished yet. She gently nipped my bud between her teeth and scraped them along it, making my body twitch and jump each time until I had to tell her to stop.
Nena stood up and the last thing I saw as I closed my eyes was her beautiful smiling face and twinkling blue eyes.
“Anna…Anna,” she was shaking my shoulder and I opened my eyes.
“Anna, the doctor will see you now.” It was a nurse.
“Oh…I…oh, sorry, I must have nodded off,” I apologised, unable to hide the disappointment in my voice…
