Chapter 2
Jane's appointment was for 2:00 P.M. the next day. The Wilson Building was a marvel of modern architecture; its glass lined walls reflected the sun with stunning brilliance and its grand, sweeping lines made a strong statement. As its fully automated doors opened to allow Jane to enter, she felt as though she were in the lobby of a grand and spacious motel rather than a medical building. A giant, crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and seemed to be suspended in mid-air, for its support was two micro-fine, strong pieces of wire. The entire building exuded an aura of opulent wealth with its plushly carpeted floors and indoor water fountains.
Jane walked over and checked the directory.
[CARL BENSON, M.D. 821
The eighth floor was the last floor of the building and Jane took the elevator all the way up. She tried to find Benson's office, but initially couldn't. There were labyrinths of winding corridors, and Jane even wondered if she could find her way back to the elevator. Finally, down at the end of a long, narrow hall, Jane could discern Benson's office. As she knocked on the door, she gazed above her and was surprised to see a television camera pointed directly at her. After knocking, she heard the sound of an electronic voice which seemed to come from everywhere. "Yes!"
"I'm Jane Simpson. I have an appointment at 2:00 P.M. to see about my sprained arm."
There was an electronic snapping sound as the fully automated door opened to admit Jane.
The office was staggeringly appointed and made the lobby look like a slum! Soft, modern lighting, cleverly recessed in the walls gave the office a plush, luxuriant glow. The furniture was thick, dark leather and was intricately upholstered.
There was not a soul in the office and Jane became a bit uneasy until a stunning redheaded girl in a white nurse's uniform entered from a swinging door. As the girl approached Jane, Jane read the small identification label on the voluptuous redhead's collar:
DEBBIE BLAIR, R.N. Debbie was an exquisite example of a budding, attractive female. Her streaming red hair poured over her shoulders like liquid fire and, even beneath the thick garment of her nurse's uniform, the melonish, full swells of her breasts were fully discernible, and there was one more aspect of Debbie's breasts which were clearly . . . Debbie was completely braless! Yes, the wrinkled tips of her conical nipples could be clearly seen through her nurse's uniform! Even from a feminine standpoint, Jane had to admire the perfect formation of the redhead's breasts; they were tight, high, and proud, and could stand completely on their own without the artificial support of a brassiere. Debbie's skin was an exquisite white, milky color, and it stood out in sharp contrast to Jane's bronze, tanned, flesh.
"The doctor will see you in a moment," Debbie said, as she went behind her desk to busy herself with some paperwork.
"Thank you," Jane replied as she sunk into the inviting, soft surface of a leather armchair.
Debbie's desk was one of those which did not have a front-piece; that is, you could see Debbie's legs underneath the desk; there was nothing blocking the view. It took Jane a few minutes to notice it, and at first she could not believe it, but, as Debbie adjusted her legs, Jane got a full on view of the fiery hairs of Debbie's hair-fringed cunt and the pink, shining flesh of the ripe young teenager's naked pussy!
Debbie wasn't wearing any underpanties!
Strange, Jane thought, for a girl who worked in a doctor's office, very strange indeed.
"Oh, that reminds me," Debbie said, "you're going to have to disrobe. If you go behind the swinging doors and take the first door on your left, you'll find a room where you can leave your clothes. There will be a gown you can put on hanging in the closet."
Jane found it a bit strange that she would have to remove all of her clothes. After all, it was only a sprained arm she had reported over the phone. Well, a complete examination first time around. Jane followed Debbie's directions and found herself in a plain, white room with, strangely enough, four mirrored panels in the dead center of each of the walls. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the snowy whiteness of her brassiere which stood out in naked contrast to her tanned, golden skin. She opened her blouse completely, slipping it off over her naked shoulders to reveal the tiny hummock of her navel and slender, sloping waist.
Jane became suddenly uneasy. She couldn't quite explain it, but she had the feeling she was being watched! But that was impossible; there was absolutely no one else in the room with her; why the door wasn't even open! Jane told herself that she must be imagining things and should just get on with it.
She reached around behind the smooth, graceful slope of her now-naked back and unloosened the clasp of her brassiere strap. The garment was literally flung from her naked-peaked breasts from the elastic force of her melonish breasts! Even waist-naked, Jane would have been irresistible to any man and there was something overpowering and alluring in her entire demeanor as a female.
Suddenly, Jane turned around, acting on a quick instinctive reaction that there was someone in the room with her! But all she saw was the square piece of glass in the center of the white wall which simply threw her own reflection back at her!
She really had to get a grip on herself! Jane removed her shoes, then slipped off her thick winter blouse to reveal her tan, tapering legs, accented to alluring contrast by the white, flattering heart-shape of her panties. Before she could slip her panties, off, there was a knock on the door:
"Dr. Benson here, Mrs. Simpson. Please come out, I'm ready for you now."
Jane did not bother taking off her panties, but instead went to the cupboard and hastily put her gown on.
As she opened the door to meet Dr. Benson, she was surprised to see a rather swarthy young man in his mid-twenties.
Jane's perception about being watched in the room was quite correct: those innocent looking mirror panels were actually made of two-way one way glass, and there was someone watching her when she disrobed!
"I'm Dr. Benson," the trim, athletic young man stated, "you're Jane right?"
"Mrs. Simpson," Jane said, trying to maintain an appropriate patient-doctor relationship.
Benson did not acknowledge Jane's request but stretched out his hand and took her own hand and led her down the hall to a large, spacious room, which although it had a variety of doctors' equipment in it, it was so spaciously appointed, that it seemed like the inside of someone's private lounge rather than a doctor's office.
Benson closed the door behind him and Jane, as he stepped towards Jane, the door suddenly opened and into the room stepped a gigantic, muscular man who was built like the full-on animal power of a bull.
Jane stared at him so hard that Benson said: "Do you know Luke?"
"No, no," Jane said.
"Luke's my assistant," Benson said, "he takes care of the little things around here like sterilizing the instruments and cleaning the rooms."
Well, this Luke certainly didn't look like a Doctor to Jane, he looked like an Olympic wrestler! His shoulders must have been two feet across and his biceps bulged like footballs from beneath the tight-fitting garment of his turtleneck which appeared to be painted on his massive torso and his pectoral muscles could be seen flinching as he talked to Jane.
"Glad to meet ya, missy," Luke said.
"Luke," Dr. Benson said, "why don't you drive over to the hospital supply and pick up some gauze bandages?"
"Sure thing, Dr. Benson," Luke replied as he went out the door, and gave Jane a last, strange glance over his shoulders.
There was a doctor's bench which resembled more of an exclusive bed than it did an examination table.
"Just lay down on the bench," Benson said, "Just lay back and be comfortable, and we'll have a look."
Jane could still not understand how come she had to strip completely naked for a sprained arm and was a bit surprised that Benson did not request her to lift up her robe, but instead reached down where the robe covered her feet and began peeling it back over her legs!
"Lift up please," Benson said softly as the robe became hung up under the curve of Jane's full, round buttocks. As she arched her back to allow the robe to pass, she looked at Benson, and she could have sworn she saw a definite sparkle in Benson's eyes as she raised her full, ample thighs upwards. He pulled the robe over her shoulders.
"O.K. Real fine, Jane, real fine," Benson said as his eyes roved over her fine young body. Now, if you'll just sit up."
As Jane sat up, she noticed that Benson was staring intently at her panties.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "maybe the nurse didn't explain completely, you'll have to take all of your clothes off! Here, let me help you!"
Before Jane could stop him, Benson had placed his fingers and thumbs under the elastic crotch-band of her panties and deftly worked them over the ample, curvaceous swells of her firm, round hips and suddenly, Jane was completely exposed to the doctor!
He walked to the desk and pressed a button "Yes." Benson said as he talked through a small intercom. "Will you come here? I have a small article of Mrs. Simpson's clothing which I would like you to return to the dressing room."
There was no reply on the intercom, but within seconds, there was a knock on the door and Benson handed Jane's underwear out and a hand clothed in a white sleeve took the underwear.
Jane could have sworn it was a man's hand which took her panties, but when this incredible thought popped into her mind, she had to laugh out loud, for she knew that she was really imagining things!
"Something wrong?" Benson asked in reaction to Jane's sudden laughter.
"No, no," she replied, "I'm o.k. now. I was a little nervous at first. I'm o.k. now."
"Oh . . . you mean because you don't have any clothes on and you're with me? Well, don't worry about it, I assure you, it's standard operating procedures with all doctors, especially when you came for the first visit and they give you a routine physical."
"Yes, I know," Jane said, "I don't know what came over me," Jane said, "I guess I was just imagining things."
"Well," Benson said, "let's get you fixed up and out of here."
Benson proceeded to examine Jane, taking her weight, blood pressure, and other data standard to a routine physical check-up.
As Benson listened to Jane's heartbeat, Jane shuddered slightly when the steely, metallic surface of the metal came into contact with the warm, sensitive flesh just above her delectable left breast.
"Bit of a shock, isn't it," Benson said.
"Yes," Jane replied, "it's cold!"
"O.K." Benson continued, "if you'll just lay down on the bench and we'll finish this up."
Benson placed his hands on each of Jane's melonish breasts and began squeezing and kneading her delicious skin. Jane knew that he was obviously checking for lumps, but somehow, it was unlike any breast examination she had ever had, for Benson seemed to be doing much more than checking for lumps as he took the blood red orbs of her nipples between each of his hands and actually pinched her most private flesh! She tried not to squirm, for she realized that Benson would think it awful silly for a grown woman to act like a little child for a routine physical! Benson worked his way down Jane's naked body, and, finally he spread her legs, and in one sharp stab, and completely without warning, shoved his stiffened middle finger into her married cunt! He worked his hard digit from side to side inside the rubbery depths of her pussy. Jane was also used to this kind of procedure for a physical checkup, but she had the weirdest feeling that Benson kept his finger up there a little longer than usual! But, heck, it was probably her imagination, right? Her cunt was so tight, that Benson actually had trouble pulling his finger out of it!
"Well," he said, "let's have a look at that arm."
Jane extended her right arm and Benson worked it around and around. "Ow!" she said.
"Hmmmmm," Benson replied as he placed two of his fingers just under Jane's armpit, "you really got a sprain there!"
"Yes, it really hurts."
"Could get pretty serious if we don't get on it right away. Just a second, I'll be right back."
Immediately, Benson came into the room carrying a beaker full of thick, milky liquid, and offered it to Jane.
"Try this," he said. "It's a muscle relaxant. It'll loosen you up a little so your injury can heal properly."
Jane swallowed the liquid and made a face; certainly tasted awful!
"Now, what I'd like you to do is go home and rest and come back tomorrow so we can stay on top of this thing."
When Jane went back to the room to put on her clothes, she picked up her underwear, and could swear that they smelled of a thick, rich, pungent masculine scent!"
When she was finally dressed, she stepped into the hall and was greeted by Benson.
"Oh Mrs. Simpson," he said, "I've already arranged for your appointment tomorrow at 5 P.M. with Debbie, my nurse, so, let me show you a quicker way to get out of here." He led her down a long hallway until she arrived at a small elevator in the back of Benson's spacious office.
"It's a little convenience I have for our patients." Benson said. "Get in and it'll take you right down to the parking area."
As Jane stepped into the elevator, she couldn't help think how awfully late 5:00 P.M. nuts for a doctor's appointment.