Georgia - S01 E55

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Georgia - S01 E55

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 55

The doctor came over to me and said,

“Okay Georgia, I need to give you a full gynaecological exam just to make sure that you have nothing that could be causing the problem; it will probably be the same as your Gynaecologist gave you the last time that you saw him.”

The doctor was stood beside me, holding a clipboard and looking down at me. Then he started writing and slowly saying what, presumably, he was writing. He was talking in Spanish but I understood.

He said,

“Small breasts,

Puffy areolas,

Larger than average nipples,

Ribs visible,

Flat stomach,

Pubis protruding.”

Then there was silence for a few seconds before the doctor asked me to open my legs.

I tried to say, “Okay doctor” as I opened my legs but for some reason my mouth was all dry and I sounded like a frog croaking.

“Would you like a drink of water Georgia?”

“Yes please.”

I’d expected him to get me some from the tap at the sink in the corner but he didn’t. Instead he went to his telephone and asked someone to bring some in. Then he came and stood between my legs, looked at my pussy and continued his verbal and written notes.

“Labia Majora looks a little puffy,

No visible Labia Minora,

Vagina entrance closed.”

Just then there was another knock on the door and another young man came in holding a paper cup of water. He tried to give it to the doctor but he said,

“It’s for the patient.”

The young man turned to me and came and stood by my spread thighs. He held the cup out and I had to get up onto my elbows to be able to accept it.

“No, don’t let me see you looking at my pussy.” I thought; but that is where his eyes were pointing.

I just knew that my pussy was very wet and I worried what the doctor would think. I quickly drank the water and handed the paper cup back to the young man who turned and left.

“Georgia, I’m going to setup the stirrups now then I’m going to give you and internal examination; try to relax.”

I lay back and remembered the night in the club when I tried not to cum. I started thinking about the same unpleasant things.

“Lift your feet up please Georgia and put them in the stirrups.” I heard, and complied.

“This is it,” I thought, “if he touches my clit I’m busted.”

“I’m just going to look inside your vagina Georgia; I see that you are liberally lubricated.”

“Err yes doctor,” I replied, “I go like that occasionally; ninety nine percent of the times that I touch myself down there I’m bone dry. I’ve never managed to work out what triggers me getting wet.”

“I see.”

I was quite pleased with my reply, it just came from nowhere.

I felt a speculum being inserted in my vagina and being opened; then the breath of the doctor as he obviously got close to me and looked inside me. Then I felt the speculum being removed.

“You say that clitoral stimulation rarely has any effect on you.”

“That’s right doctor.”

“Well then I won’t embarrass you by trying.”

“No doctor, my gynaecologist couldn’t get me to orgasm.”

“Thank you, thank you.” I thought because I just knew that if he’d rubbed my clit I would have gone off like a rocket.

The doctor stepped back, looked at my face and said,

“Well Georgia, you don’t have any labia minora worth talking about and you do have a rather immature looking body, almost early puberty; but those 2 things shouldn’t be a problem. Subject to favourable lab results I am sure that we can help you.

It will take another couple of hours for the laboratory to get back to me with the results and then we can discuss how to proceed. You may get dressed now then go and have a word with the nurse on reception. She will discuss the costs and options and tell you where you can wait until I’m ready to talk to you again.”

“Right, thank you.” I said as I put my shoes and dress on. The doctor was busily typing into his computer as I left.

The receptionist explained the costs, what I had already incurred and what the procedure would cost. Pau had warned me that it would be expensive, and he was right; but I didn’t care. I got out my Black Amex card and her eyes lit up. She then told me that I could wait where I previously had or I could leave and come back in 2 hours. I decided on the latter.

As I walked down the steps of the clinic a gust of wind caught my dress and blew it up above my waist. Normally I would have left it and waited for gravity to return it to where it had been, but this time I quickly squat down and pulled the dress down before standing up again. Just in case anyone from the clinic was watching.

“Two hours to kill.” I thought, “what shall I do?”

I looked around and saw a small shopping mall.

“That will do.” I thought and started walking that way.

I found a couple of clothes shops and went into one but I couldn’t find anything that I liked. In the other shop there were a couple of things, a skirt and a pair of shoes in the window.

When I went in I saw a rather cute young sales girl looking rather bored. I went over to the shoes and picked up the one that I liked and had a close look at it.

“Would you like to try it on?” the girl asked in Spanish.

I replied in Spanish (the rest of the interaction was in Spanish as well),

“Yes, but I’ve seen a skirt in the window that I would like to try on as well.”

I pointed out the skirt and the girl went and got one for me.

I looked for somewhere to try it on and the girl led me to a curtained cubicle.

“Not exactly very private.” I thought; then didn’t close the curtain after I went in. I turned to face the sales girl who was stood watching me and took my dress off. I smiled at the girl.

Standing there naked with the girl still watching me I pulled the skirt up. It was too big so I took it off and asked the girl if she could get me a smaller size.

She did, and held it out for me but she was too far back. I had to go out of the cubicle to get it. I stayed out of the cubicle, still naked, and tried the skirt on.

It was a better fit, short but still a lot longer that those that I’ve worn since I left school.

“Can I try the shoes on please?” I asked.

She went and got a pair and held them out for me to take.

“Can you help me please?

She indicated that I should sit on the ottoman that was near the middle of the shop. The topless me went over and perched on the edge of the ottoman.

The girl came over and knelt in front of me, but slightly to the side. She lifted my nearest foot and moved it over to her. My other leg stayed where it was which meant that the girl could see up my skirt to my pussy.

“How does that feel?” The girl asked.

“Okay, but I need to try the other one on.”

For some strange reason the girl put my foot down on the other side of her then shuffled passed my other foot. Lifting it up she eased my leg over to her to take my shoe off and try the new one on.

By that time my legs were spread wide and she was staring at my pussy. I let her just stare for a while then I said,

“You can touch it if you like.”

The girl looked up to my face, I smiled then her eyes went back to my pussy. Slowly, her hand reached over, found my pussy and I moaned. She must have taken the moan as permission to go further because her fingers started exploring. They soon found my clit and I moaned again.

Then she started rubbing.

I, of course, got aroused and before I knew it I was lying back and she was eating my pussy, right there in the middle of the shop. I still had the skirt on but by that time she had pushed it up to my waist.

She brought me to a long overdue orgasm during which I shouted various indications of pleasure and jerked about a bit. As I returned to normal the girl backed off a bit, but still gently caressed my whole pussy.

“Thank you.” The girl said when I looked at her.

“You’re so welcome.” I replied.

Shortly after that she finished putting the second shoe on and I stood up to look at them. I liked them and walked around the shop to check that they were comfortable. As I did so the skirt fell back to its designated position but I was still topless as I walked around.

“You like them?” she asked when I walked back to her. I smiled and put my hand to my tits.

“Yes I like them.” I said and pulled and twisted my nipples. “Oh, the shoes; yes, I like them.”

“What about the skirt?”

“I like it but it’s too long for me. I’ll take just the shoes.”

The girl watched me as I kicked the shoes off and let the skirt drop to the floor. Then I walked over to my dress and put it on. As I walked over to the sales counter I smoothed my hand down the front of my dress and said,

“I like them this long.” Which is just a couple of centimetres below my pussy.

I paid the girl and left giving her a big smile.