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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. I hurried from my car in the small parking area towards the surgery door. I was very late for my appointment.

I noticed as I made my way towards the double glass doors at the front of the surgery that as well as my car there was only one other in the doctor's car park. I nearly stumbled on my heels as I walked briskly towards the entrance in the fading light at the end of the day. I cannot really remember the last time that I made an appointment to see a doctor as it was so long ago and I always seemed to be in perfect health.

But I had made an appointment to see the surgery nurse today as I had found a very small lump about a week ago. I shave my pussy — in fact I shave the area around my pussy lips but leave a large tuft of brown fluffy hair above on my mound. It was while I was giving myself one of my regular shaves in the bath last week that I found a small lump on one of the outer lips of my pussy.

I could feel it with my fingers and it worried me — these days you read so many health scare stories in the magazines and papers. After a couple of days it had not gone away so I decided to be on the safe side and get it checked out by a health care professional. I had shown my husband but he didn't seem to be very worried about it.

In fact when I showed him it did not take him long to run his tongue in between the smooth folds of my pussy lips and start probing my pink sticky hole with his tongue! I was late for my appointment because I seriously dislike anything to do with doctors. I find the whole business of visiting a doctor's surgery incredibly tedious. Sitting in a waiting room full of ill people in silence as no one wants to talk, or even maintain eye contact is not a pleasant experience. Also I am a very shy and private person and I find discussing 'intimate' things with a doctor extremely difficult and embarrassing.

This was one of the reasons why I had not visited a doctor for some considerable time — not even for a regular routine health check up. Before the short car journey from my home to the surgery I had thoroughly showered then changed my underwear at least three times; in the end I decided to wear a conservative pale yellow pair of plain briefs underneath my grey work skirt and a plain white blouse. I had not bothered to hurry and all this had made me very late. I pushed open the left hand side of the double glass doors and entered the dimly lit waiting area.

I glanced round and noticed that there did not appear to be anyone else there. The chairs were all empty save for the tattered well read magazines left by patients where they had discarded them when it was there turn to leave the waiting area and see the doctor. There was not even the stereotypical stern receptionist behind the welcome desk. I was just about to turn and leave pleased that I did not have to actually follow through with my appointment when a voice called from a side corridor 'hello is that Madeline smith?

There is only myself and Doctor Fowler left here now. Please come with me. I did as the nurse said and followed her down a short corridor. I made a mental note to myself that it would look much nicer painted in a different colour than boring plain magnolia; even a picture on the wall would help to brighten it up.

She opened a door to the side and held it open for me to walk into the room. The room was bright, clean and airy. To one side was a large wooden desk with some old filing cabinets and a small wash basin next to it. On the walls were some large cupboards. I noticed that the other end of the room was partitioned off with a white plastic curtain. The nurse pointed to the chair next to the desk and I sat down. She moved round and sat behind the large oak desk.

I looked at her and realised that she was probably only a couple of years older than me at about fifty. She had light blond hair cut to just above her shoulders — I noticed that this needed doing again as her dark roots were beginning to show through! She wore a navy blue nurse's uniform which was possibly a size too small, as it stretched across her ample breasts pulling at the buttons down the front. This is one reason why I hate going to the doctors as I knew that I would have to share with her where my small lump was.

I felt my cheeks beginning to redden as I involuntary started to blush. I now wished that I had not made the appointment to get checked out and had stayed at home with my husband. She stared at me patiently and I heard her say 'would you like to tell me what is bothering you? I looked back at her across the desk and managed to speak in almost a whisper 'I've got a little lump that I think needs checking'.

I looked back across the desk and made eye contact with her and managed to pluck up enough courage to say in a slightly louder voice 'it's in my private area, you know down between my legs. You have a small lump in your vaginal area,' the nurse matter of factly said.

I did as the nurse instructed and walked to the other side of the room. I was aware that my heels made a clicking sound on the shiny well polished tiled floor. I pushed the plastic white curtain to one side and entered the area next to a long black examination bed. I took off my shoes and skirt then slipped my knickers down and folded them carefully then placed the clothing on a chair at the end of the examination table.

As I placed my clothes on the chair Sally pushed her way past the plastic curtain and said 'are you ready for me then? I followed her instruction and climbed up onto the examination table. A white disposable paper sheet covered the area. The top part of the examination table was angled upwards so as I lay down it gave support to my upper body and head. As I was half naked I shyly kept my legs as tightly closed together as I could. The nurse stood to the side of the table and said 'show me where the problem is then please Mrs Smith.

Tentatively I brushed my hand between my legs and with an outstretched finger pointed to the very small lump on the side of my outer pussy lip. The nurse leant over the examination table for a closer look. I felt the nurse's finger brush against my outer pussy lip as she felt for the lump. She seemed to gently rub the area with her finger then I felt a different sensation as she gently squeezed the lump between her thumb and forefinger. After a little while she stood up and smiled at me. You appear to have a harmless moveable cyst.

This is quite common in ladies of your age and happens from time to time and it will probably just disappear of its own accord in the next couple of weeks. I was very relieved to hear that it wasn't anything serious as during the past few days I was imagining that it could have been all sorts of nasty things. Sally paused staring at me with her wide blue eyes. It was almost as if she wouldn't take no for an answer.

I wasn't very comfortable agreeing to a more thorough examination. It had been difficult enough plucking up the courage to come here in the first place. However, as I was here now and already on the examination table, I may as well grin and bear it and get it out of the way, and the nurse was certainly very persuasive.

At least it would be entered in my medical notes that I had been examined so I shouldn't have to go through it again for quite some time. The nurse started to ask me some questions. The first ones were OK as they were fairly straightforward, such as my height, age and weight. However after a while the questions started to get more personal and 'private' and I began to feel uncomfortable discussing intimate things with her. She asked me how often I made love, how many partners I had had, and if I ever experienced any problems such as lack of vaginal lubrication.

I could feel myself blushing again as I tried to answer her questions. After I had answered most of her questions the nurse then told me that she would give me a quick internal examination. I watched as she pulled open a cupboard door and took out a small stainless steel dish into which she placed a couple of things.

I watched from my reclining position on the examination table as she tore open a plastic packet and took out a pair of flesh coloured latex gloves. She peeled one down slowly over each of the fingers on her right hand making sure that it was stretched all the way down. As it reached her wrist it made a sharp slapping noise as she flicked the elastic into place.

She then unscrewed the plastic cap to a small tube and as I watched her she theatrically squeezed out a large drop of lubrication gel onto the tip of her long latex covered index finger. It was strange that as I watched the nurse get ready to examine me I could feel the tingling feeling that I get in my pussy and nipples when I start to get turned on. I couldn't understand this and was cross with myself.

How could I be starting to feel aroused when a nurse that I didn't know was about to professionally examine my vagina? The nurse approached me on the examination table, and almost as an involuntary reaction I pressed my legs tightly together. She must have sensed my nervousness as she cheerfully told me not to worry. I did as I was asked and slowly lifted my knees toward my chest and let my legs fall open. I knew that she must now have a good view of my smooth pussy lips and tufty hair above.

I guessed that she must have seen this view many times before with ladies of all shapes, sizes and ages, but I still felt embarrassed exposing myself to her like this. As I lay on the examination table with my legs open and my nearly hairless pussy in full view of this stranger I was aware that my lips were gaping open and my hole was becoming wet and sticky.

I hoped that the nurse didn't realise that she did not actually need the lubricating gel on her finger as my pussy was doing very well in producing its own natural lubrication! I'm not sure whether it was my imagination or not but I thought that when I breathed in I could smell the heady musky scent of my arousal. No sooner had she told me what she was going to do I felt her finger on my pussy. I looked down my body towards my open legs and watched her as she examined me.

I felt her finger brush between my puffy love lips and it gently slid inside me. She twisted her finger around inside and I could feel it massaging the inner walls of my pussy. I was aware that I was getting very wet and sticky. The nurse pulled her finger most of the way out of me and I realised that I felt disappointed that the examination was over. However the examination was not over as she slid her finger right inside me again.

I had to fight the urge to lift my hips off from the table to push against her finger as once again she moved it deeply inside me of me. She then pulled out from me again and gently teased and pulled at both of my engorged love lips in turn. I knew that as she pulled open my long puffy love lips she would be able to see right inside of my pink sticky hole.

I was beginning to find the whole experience very arousing. Once again she pushed her index finger deeply into me and I could not help myself and let a tiny little moan escape from my lips. I hoped that the nurse had not heard this. I was relieved that it was over but was a little taken aback when the nurse said that she would like to have a second opinion and would it be OK for Doctor Fowler to examine me. I was really shocked when she asked this, I could just about put up with a female nurse to examine me, but I was not keen on a male doctor that I did not know examining me as well.

I didn't want to come back for another examination on another occasion, yet I really didn't want a strange doctor probing about with me. The nurse sensing my apprehension said 'Doctor Fowler is very good with our female patients.

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