Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing May 3
It was a Bank Holiday on the Monday but we didn't go anywhere, or do anything
exciting. On the Tuesday I got a card from the doctors asking me to go for a
smear test on the Friday. When I got there the receptionist said that the nurse
wasn't available and that the doctor would be taking it. When my turn came I
went in and saw that it was the short balding doctor that has a bit of an
attitude problem. There were 2 other people in with him, one man and one woman,
both about my age. The doctor explained that they were students getting work
experience, and asked if I minded if they took the sample. When I said, "OK" he
continued to tell me that as it was a long time since I had had a thorough
examination then he would give me one before they took the sample.
He asked me to take my skirt and pants off and lay on the bed. He obviously
hadn't been paying me much attention as I was wearing a dress, and only a dress,
and the 2 students watched as I grabbed the hem of my short dress and pulled it
over my head, leaving me completely naked. The doctor looked a little surprised
when he turned round and saw me naked. In case he was going to say something I
said, "I don't wear underwear." "Healthy attitude" he said, "climb on the
examination table please."
As I swung my legs up and lay back, all 3 of them moved over to me and the 2
students stood at my feet while the doctor stood beside me. "A rectal
examination first I think" the doctor said, "turn over and get on your hands and
knees please." As I was doing so I looked back between my open legs and saw the
male student licking his lips. I looked at the doctor who put some latex gloves
on then scooped up some cream, presumably to lubricate my ass hole. When he
turned to look at me he saw the red lines that were still on my backside and
said, "Do these hurt?" and he ran a finger along one of them. As I said, "No" I
wondered what I would say if he asked me how I got them, but he didn't ask.
Instead I felt the cold cream and his finger start prodding my ass hole. It all
happened so quickly that I gasped and threw my head back. His poking and
prodding only lasted seconds, but the surprise attack had started my pussy
tingling and my pussy involuntarily lubricating.
He pulled his hand out and said, "turn over please, and lift your legs into the
stirrups, it's time for the vaginal examination." As I did so, I saw that the
eyes of the 2 students were firmly fixed on my pussy. The male student had a
bulge in his trousers. That turned me on a bit more and when the doctor went to
get some more lubrication cream for his new pair of gloves, the female student
said, "I don't think that you'll need that doctor." The doctor turned and looked
at my pussy and said, "I think you're right." The doctor had a little poke and
pull at the rings in my lips and asked me if I had any problems with them. When
I said, "No" he just started to push a finger into my hole. He really did poke
around in there for what seemed like ages, and quite hard too. At the same time
he held his left hand on my stomach just above my pubic bone. All this was
getting too much for me and I was glad when he pulled his finger out as I could
feel an orgasm coming on.
Unfortunately it didn't stop there, and he started prodding and pulling my clit.
As he was doing so he said to the students, "Take a good look at this, it's a
perfect example of an large engorged clitoris. The majority of women are not
fortunate enough to have one. It can heighten sexual pleasure tremendously."
I surprised myself a bit as the doctor's remarks were embarrassing me a bit.
Before I started working for Jon I would have died of shame and probably got up
and run out, but a year with Jon had made me proud of my body and my sexual
feelings. I guess that it was the formal doctors examination that had made me
embarrassed.
"Right then," the doctor said, "that's the examination over with, it wasn't so
bad was it Miss Evans?" Before I could say anything he continued "Now it's time
to get the smear test sample, you take it Miss Johnson." Miss Johnson moved
forward and picked-up this stainless steel object. It looked like a short tube
with some scissors handles. Before I knew what was happening the object was
being pushed inside me. The cold metal combined with the excitement of the
doctor's hands and this young woman's other hand on my stomach was just too much
for me. I started to cum right there with the 3 of them looking at me. I was
shaking and biting my lip to stop myself from moaning out load. The doctor was
very calm, but the young man was getting embarrassed by the bulge in his
trousers. He was moving his stomach in and out as if trying to hide it.
Right in the middle of me cumming the young woman jumped back and looked
shocked. After about a minute she said to the doctor, "What was that?" "What was
what?" The doctor replied. "Some fluid just flew out of her vagina." After a
couple of seconds the doctor said, "It's perfectly normal, though not very
common, for a woman to have an orgasm when she is being examined by a doctor. It
is also perfectly normal, again though not very common, for a very sexually
active woman with a sensitive vagina to ejaculate in a similar way to a man,
although the quantity of liquid is not as great as that of a man. Wait a minute
for the patient to compose herself, then continue."
I was embarrassed, and as the orgasm subsided I stayed flushed with the
embarrassment. The young student quickly opened my vagina with the 'implement'
and took the sample. Before I knew it the doctor was telling me that I could
climb down and get dressed. The male student continued to stare at me as I got
down and dressed and I saw the female prod the male student and say "Peter!" to
bring him out of his dream.
When I was dressed the doctor thanked me again for letting the students take
part, and then told me not to worry about what happened. He said that it was
'quite normal'. On the way home my embarrassment turned to excitement, and I had
to make myself cum again just as soon as I got in.
That evening was my first day in my new part-time job and I asked Jon what I
should wear. He told me to wear my leather skirt and a tight T-shirt that did
quite come down to my waist. Jon drove me to the pub, and when the manager saw
me he said, "Very nice, that should pull the punters in." It was then that I
realised that he was looking at my breasts. I had just come in from the cold and
my nipples there looking like thumb ends pushing the thin T-shirt material out.
As the other staff arrived I saw that most of them were girls dressed in very
little as well. There were a couple of men, both hunks with tight T-shirts
showing-off their muscles. It didn't take me long to get into things and the
time just flew by.
The bar was in a long straight line and a couple of times I heard some cheering
and looked round. One of the times I saw the skirt of one of the girls was up
round her waist letting everyone see her thong knickers. She was pulling it back
down and looking a bit embarrassed.
I didn't take any notice until it happened again a bit later with a different
girl. I asked the boss who was next to me what was going on and he just said,
"oh, it's nothing, just a problem with a faulty valve on a compressed air tank."
I was a bit puzzled as I thought that pubs used some sort of gas to get the
bubbles in the soft drinks, not air. I thought no more about it and it was soon
time to go home. Jon had come in just before closing time and he took me home. I
was knackered and Jon told me to go straight to bed.
Saturday May 8
Not much happened during the day, and I went to work that evening wearing a
tight skirt and tank top. It was a very busy night and I had to cope with a
number of half drunk youths trying to chat me up. One time when I went to
collect some glasses one of them slid his hand right up the inside of my leg to
my pussy. Although I wanted to let him play with my pussy I pulled away from him
when he started telling his mates that I didn't have any knickers on. Just
before closing time I found out more about the 'faulty valve on the compressed
air tank'. It wasn't faulty, it was designed that way by the manager. Every time
he wanted to liven things up a bit he would wait for one of the girls wearing a
suitable skirt to be standing in the right place, and then open the valve giving
anyone who was looking a glimpse of her knickers. When I explained it to Jon
later he said it was the 'Marilyn Monroe effect' - what ever that meant.
Anyway, I'd noticed that one of the girls spent most of the time at that end of
the bar and that she was 'caught' the most, and she was never in a rush to pull
her skirt down. I guess that she was a bit of an exhibitionist too. I wondered
how long it would be before I got 'caught' and let everyone know that I didn't
wear knickers.
Sunday May 9
It was a boring day, nothing exciting happened.
