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Mrs. Shepard Goes To The Doctors
by The Tall Man (tallman034@aol.com)

***

A young woman with a 'health' problem and a terrible 
fear of going to see a new doctor about it, finally 
finds the courage to seek help - with delightfully 
rewarding consequences for her and the doctor. (MF, 
mast)

***

Chapter One – Karen and Larry
-----------------------------

Karen Shepard, an attractive but shy, somewhat self-
conscious divorcée in her mid-thirties, had a personal 
problem. It was a by way of an intimate and 
embarrassing matter, and it troubled her no end. She 
was not in the least enthusiastic about going to see a 
doctor and discussing her quandary, especially as she 
had only just taken up residence in a new home in the 
country, and didn't know any of the doctors in the 
nearby town at all. 

Back home, in her previous life, she had grown up in a 
town where the doctor was a lifelong friend of the 
family. Doctor Stroud, whom Karen always called 'uncle' 
had practised his profession in the same quarter since 
Karen was a just little girl, and everybody knew him 
and had confidence in him. 

Even as a teenager, when physical matters can be a 
problem, she never had any inhibitions about going to 
the surgery, and felt she could talk to Doctor Stroud 
about anything at all - about her changing body, her 
periods, her budding breasts, her vaginal infections, 
anything. It's quite different, when you grow up with 
the familiarity of consulting your doctor from a very 
early age. And for Karen it was sometimes easier to 
open up and discuss her most intimate secrets with a 
doctor she'd known all her life, than to talk to her 
parents.

But now, here, in this country town, where she knew 
almost nobody yet, the idea of going to see a strange 
doctor for the first time struck fear into her; each 
time she thought about having to do it, palpitations 
started in her breast, her gut ached more than ever. 
She knew she would simply have to do something 
eventually; she couldn't live with her little problem 
forever. But she kept putting off the next vital but 
important step, still hoping vainly that the issue 
would resolve itself naturally.

It didn't. And so, the days and weeks passed, and Karen 
didn't find the courage to surmount her timidity and 
call a doctor for an appointment. Not only was Karen 
shy, but she suffered from anxiety attacks sometimes, 
and this predicament was not helping her in her daily 
life. At all.

Karen Shepard reflected on all this at home alone one 
Spring morning, clutching her mug of tea in her two 
hands and gazing out of her kitchen window across the 
vast orchard bordering her new home. Feeling sorry for 
herself, she thought about how it was in danger of 
wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex 
life, having this wretched complication every day. She 
had a good and caring lover, but she hadn't dared tell 
Larry anything about her concerns. 

Her natural shyness and inherent inhibition, prevented 
her from finding the courage to explain to him, simply, 
why in recent times she had been so reluctant to commit 
herself to full lovemaking, like before. 

Larry lived a few hours drive away, but she had started 
to invent reasons to avoid him staying overnight at her 
home. She nevertheless felt such a strong affection for 
him and loved the sex, the closeness and the warm 
comfort she experienced when he was there. Now, she 
inevitably had guilty feelings about this situation. 

They had met during a two-day work conference, which 
Larry attended as senior representative of one of the 
supplier companies her employer dealt with. He had 
somehow spotted Karen's shyness before even being 
introduced to her, and seemed immediately to know how 
to deal with it; ultimately he found her dark looks and 
shapely figure captivating. For her part, Karen, 
enjoyed Larry's relaxed personality and good looks. He 
got her feeling relaxed in his company within a very 
short time. 

They had dined together in the restaurant of his hotel 
at the end of the conference. It had been a very 
pleasant evening, and Karen had got to feel more 
unwound than for a very long time, thanks to Larry's 
easy way of talking to her, smiling and entertaining 
her. But, against Larry's secret hopes, there was to be 
no passionate night with Karen in his hotel room this 
time. 

She had not drunk much at all, and insisted on driving 
herself home, alone; Larry had to be content that night 
with a brief kiss as her walked her to her car, and 
then remain patient for another two weeks, before Karen 
allowed things go in a sexual direction. 

The passion erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one 
Saturday evening, when Larry had dined Karen again in 
the same restaurant, and she had invited him into her 
home for the very first time. She had prepared herself 
in advance; the house and especially her bedroom were 
neat and spotless, fresh sheets on her bed, lighting 
was dimmed in a way which Karen liked, intimate but 
allowing her to conceal her timidity. 

Over dinner, and later when they settled together into 
her lush sofa on her garden terrace, she had allowed 
herself to drink a little more wine than was her habit, 
and she felt well and truly ready now to commit herself 
to sexual intercourse with Larry, after two weeks of 
getting to know him.

Kissing seemed relaxed, tender and natural, becoming 
more fervent as the moments passed. Intimate caresses 
were exchanged spontaneously, and soon their glasses of 
wine were forgotten. Before long, they were fully 
stretched out on the sofa, partially undressed, Karen's 
breasts bared to be kissed and sucked, and Larry's 
penis released into the evening air to be stroked and 
squeezed by Karen's timid fingers. 

By the time they stood and moved wordlessly, hand in 
hand to the interior and to her erotically lit bedroom, 
they were both more than ready for what was to follow; 
they fell upon Karen's bed, mouths locked hard, tongues 
thrashing together, hands exploring everywhere at once, 
pulling at each others' already deranged clothing.

Karen, partly naked, quickly pulled back the bed covers 
and slid underneath, tugging at Larry's arms for him to 
join her, before hauling a sheet over them and slipping 
off her panty.

It was the first time that anyone had been able to 
steer Karen in the direction of a bed so soon after 
meeting her, and she discovered that night a new aspect 
to her sexuality; it was as almost as though she 
steered Larry, not the converse. After overcoming her 
own surprise at the speed of her submission and 
acquiescence, Karen began to realise there really was 
anxiety-free life after five years of sterile, wasted 
marriage. Her previously lonely divorcée existence took 
on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the rest of his own clothes 
and thrown them carelessly on the bedroom floor, 
nervously fished out of his trouser pocket a condom and 
rolled it onto his throbbing curved erection, their 
coupling was fast and furious that first time. Karen, 
lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and 
pulled Larry to her in the darkness of the sheet 
covered bed. His mouth was soon glued back onto to 
hers, their tongues entwined, and Larry was pressing 
his naked body down onto Karen's. 

He paused only long enough to suckle both her nipples 
briefly, then return to nibble her hot lips, seek her 
willing tongue again. Feeling for the first time the 
joy of flesh against flesh, overwhelmingly impatient to 
be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his knees, 
slipped his stiff, bursting, rubber covered hardness 
far into Karen's moist depths and ejaculated quickly 
with a grunt of pleasure. Such was his overwhelming 
excitement at this initial and long-awaited penetration 
of his new partner's soft and welcoming body. 

Karen, enjoying the moment in her own way, did not 
climax, but was not totally disappointed; after all, 
she was used to intercourse without orgasm. She moaned 
quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her thighs 
pressed tight against Larry's waist. She savoured the 
intensity of this hard, curved, pulsating organ inside 
her pussy as it spurted its semen into the condom, 
relished that she had been able to give pleasure to 
Larry with her body, enjoyed too, the weight of his 
body afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, 
momentarily drained, panting hard into her mouth.

As his penis shrunk away and slipped out of Karen's 
pussy, the semen filled condom barely intact, Larry was 
slightly embarrassed by his hasty ejaculation, though 
Karen said nothing on the matter, just holding him 
close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this 
moment of initial intimacy. He managed discreetly to 
dispose of the condom, duly knotted, and after a 
suitable moment of relaxation, kissing and mutual 
caressing under the sheet, he found his erection 
returning quickly enough. At the right moment, he was 
able to reach for another condom without any more 
uncertainty, and this second time, to luxuriate in the 
soft moistness of Karen's hot inner sanctum. 

Her legs hooked over his, pulling him into her, as 
though seeking to absorb Larry's penis into her womb. 
He slowed his pace this time, allowing Karen to feel 
the intensity of his desire for her, pausing in his 
energetic thrusts to kiss her generous breasts, suck 
her hard nipples for long moments, then her mouth, as 
he resumed his journey towards orgasm once more. Karen 
was carried along by Larry's energetic pace, skill and 
rhythm, felt something happening to her for the first 
time.

Minutes later, Karen had her very first penetrative 
climax. Seconds after she came, Larry spurted a second 
load of seminal fluid into his condom, inside Karen's 
soft, warm, welcoming moistness. She was taken by 
surprise by the speed with which the climax came over 
her, trembled and shook as the jerking of Larry's 
throbbing penis increased the sensation of pleasure 
inside her climaxing vagina, gradually calming, until 
Larry's hardness became softness and he slipped away 
from her once again. 

This time, Karen held Larry much tighter to her breast, 
loving the smell and feel of his hard, slim body, as 
they both breathed hard, cheek to cheek. This was quite 
new for Karen, and she trembled with the joy of it, 
feeling the safety of Larry's arms around her, his 
gentle heat and power.

They were not finished. They slept in each others' 
arms, and found each other again and again during the 
night. They were more than a little reluctant to part 
on Sunday evening, after an intensely close night and 
long day, during which they only left Karen's bed to 
use the bathroom or to eat, and only when hunger took 
over briefly. 

Sex with Larry had been exceptionally good during those 
weeks after they became lovers, and they began to spend 
most weekends together, either at Karen's home or 
Larry's. When they were not shopping or strolling hand 
in hand in the country, they filled every waking hour 
with abandon, discovering each others' bodies; in 
Karen's case, a controlled abandon to the extent that 
she able to relax into the relationship. 

She discovered that it was possible to achieve very 
intense penetrative orgasms without having to reach for 
a plastic penis, a vibrating tube, and to share them 
with a caring partner for the first time, a totally new 
experience. For during her marriage to a self-centered 
man and a selfish lover, her only complete release had 
been through furtive and lonely masturbation and 
fantasy.

Larry was a patient and attentive lover, and 
unhurriedly helped Karen to achieve heights of passion 
she had never felt before in her last, her one and only 
previous intimate relationship. Although he knew that 
she was using the contraceptive pill, he was more than 
aware as well that risk of disease still made Karen 
anxious. 

He was careful and considerate to use extra protection 
in the early days of their lovemaking, until Karen felt 
reassured and relaxed enough to allow skin against skin 
in the most intimate orifice of her body, and receive 
his seminal fluid into her. She didn't know if it was 
love that she felt for Larry, but at the end of two 
months she was very comfortable indeed in her 
relationship with him, and hoped that it would last. 
Her old bouts of anxiety came upon her less often than 
before. 

Karen's natural inhibitions in matters of sex showed 
early on, though, and Larry realised that she was far 
from ready to hurry into the more taboo areas of adult 
lovemaking. He was always patient, and Karen certainly 
appreciated his qualities of gentleness and 
understanding. For a long time, though, their 
lovemaking was straight forward, in the dark or semi-
dark and under the sheets; always intense and 
ultimately satisfying, but Larry's longer term, higher 
desires were thwarted by Karen's reluctance to 
experiment. 

He would have liked to move forward in their 
intimacies, to taste and share the more forbidden zones 
of the kingdom of the flesh, enjoy oral sex. But he had 
to measure his pace; any pressure on such a reticent 
and potentially anxious woman as Karen could be fatal 
to their relationship at this early stage. Larry was 
already in love, and would do nothing to scare Karen 
away at such a critical stage of their relationship.

Now, things had taken a turn for the worse, and Larry 
couldn't work out why. 

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over 
for a romantic dinner and bring her overnight bag, she 
started finding excuses not to go. And she no longer 
suggested they spend a cosy, amourous weekend at her 
home either. Larry was confused, could find no apparent 
logic in her sudden withdrawal, especially since things 
had gone so well up to now. He had done nothing wrong. 
Karen didn't give signs that she wanted to bring the 
relationship to an end, but at the same time was 
pulling back from it in odd ways. She was giving out 
contradictory signals.


Chapter Two – Karen alone
-------------------------

Karen found that it was not just sex with Larry that 
was difficult lately; sex all alone began to disappoint 
Karen too. 

She felt a strong desire, sure. She would find it easy 
to start to lubricate, just watching a romantic film at 
home alone or reading a Mills & Boone. Or after a late 
night midweek phone conversation with her lover, during 
which she relaxed and allowed Larry's seductive words 
to excite her. As he whispered his longing, his 
adoration for her and described how he loved to hold 
and kiss her breasts, nibble her swollen nipples, 
stroke her back and especially her buttocks, she would 
feel her face flush with selfish pleasure, the heat 
rise in her loins and her pussy begin to tingle.

For a few minutes on the telephone, she forgot 
everything but the softness and the thrill of Larry's 
voice and his imaginary caresses on her body, the 
mental images of his hard, curved penis and his slim, 
firm body. 

Sitting beside the phone table on her low stool, legs 
akimbo, she would raise her long cotton night dress 
over her waist and push aside her panty. She would 
allow the fingers of her free hand to stroke over the 
lips of her trimmed pussy very lightly, not probing, 
just a prelude to more serious attention later. 

For those few minutes she longed to have Larry's rigid 
cock inside her body, to feel it pushing and thrusting 
stiffly up towards her womb in that special way that 
now made her climax so easily. Then to feel the 
powerful jerks of his cock and the spurt of his seed, 
to know that he was squirting and draining his liquid 
love into her once again.

But later, after Larry's verbal caresses had gone from 
her ear, when she got into the comfort of her bedroom, 
lay on her bed and started with her vibrating dildo - 
hoping and intending to bring herself off, to make up 
for what she had been missing with Larry through the 
working days, to release some of this pent up passion – 
she once again started thinking about her problem. She 
realised that if Larry really was there, she would not 
be able right now to let him take over her body as they 
both would have liked. And somehow there was a 
perceptible diminution of those initial urges, the 
tingling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, night dress 
high up over her breasts, panty off, legs wide, head 
back on her pillow. Eyes closed, she would rub her 
clitoris with her fingers, roll her generous breasts, 
pinch her enlarged nipples, feeling the urges begin to 
mount, then taking out her thick, flexible pink plastic 
vibrator from its personal drawer, would begin to play 
it around her sensitive pussy lips. 

She would tease her clit and vaginal opening for a 
while, anticipating the entry of this plastic tool. And 
then, the urge to orgasm would begin to recede almost 
as quickly as it had started, as she thought again and 
again about her problem.

On more than one occasion like this, feeling almost 
desperate to prove that she still had the capacity to 
bring herself to a climactic peak despite this nagging 
thing, she had persisted in her masturbation for well 
over an hour. She added more lubricating jelly, rubbing 
and rubbing the end of the bendy plastic organ over her 
most sensitive pubic areas, even thrusting the dildo in 
deep and hard and fast, hoping to stimulate her vagina 
by increasing the violence and rapidity of her actions. 
She pinched her nipples harder, she sought more 
fantasies in her head, cried out Larry's name. But it 
didn't work; the more she insisted, the worse it 
became. She had no climax at the end, and her poor 
abused pussy was finally sore from the excessive 
friction. She would throw her dildo onto the floor in 
anger and sob herself to sleep, feeling frustrated and 
very sorry for herself.

Karen soon got desperate; she knew she needed to see a 
doctor, and the sooner the better. Her entire body was 
uncomfortable, day and night. She had severe stomach 
pains intermittently, her sex life was in suspension, 
she risked losing a man who had become dear to her. 
Something had to be done. And soon.


Chapter Three – Karen and Sandie
--------------------------------

Karen had been in this small town in the country just a 
few months, and had made only one friend during this 
time apart from Larry. A younger girl she worked with, 
Sandra - Sandie McPherson, proved to be a good, 
reliable friend to Karen; she helped Karen find her way 
around her new job during the settling in period, and 
they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each 
other's company. They began to spend time together 
outside office hours, having a drink, or just relaxing 
at home to watch television, to listen to music and to 
chat. 

They talked a lot, shared their hopes and dreams, 
invented crazy, impossible plots to bring about the 
downfall of unpleasant colleagues, discussed affairs of 
the heart to the degree that Karen felt able. Sandie 
was blond, shapely and sexy, and much more open in many 
ways than her new friend, so Karen listened rather more 
than talked, but that suited her just fine, in view of 
her timidity.

Sandie was single, having successfully (as she put it) 
already escaped the conjugal intentions of more than 
one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a 
high sex drive, and more than one boyfriend and 
sleeping partner. Karen didn't judge her morals at all, 
secretly envying the ease with which Sandie balanced 
her private life and working career, and how she 
floated openly between lovers without feeling the 
obligation to choose one or the other as a permanent 
fixture in her life. What she didn't envy though, was 
the health risks that Sandie obviously took in her 
sexual promiscuity.

But despite these differences in their confidence 
levels and sexual attitudes, and their fundamental 
attitudes towards men, they got on exceptionally well. 
Karen admired openly Sandie's optimism and confidence, 
and Sandie cheered Karen up if she felt a little 
maudlin. She once tried to encourage Karen to take a 
second lover, but for Karen one man was quite enough. 
More than enough, in the light of her current 
condition.

One evening, Karen finally asked Sandie about doctors. 
She didn't say outright what her need was, just that 
she ought to register with someone, and wanted to make 
the right choice. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about 
revealing her intimate needs right then. Without 
hesitation, Sandie directed her to a certain Doctor 
Lorenzo. With a wicked smile, she said: "He's the best, 
and what's more, the best looking doctor for miles 
around."

Pressed for more information, Sandie laughed, eyes 
rolling, but gave no more away. "You'll see" she 
grinned, scribbling the telephone number of a pad, and 
promptly changed the subject.

The next morning, breathing rapidly with anxiety, but 
realising more than ever the importance of her need, 
Karen finally picked up the telephone and dialed Doctor 
Lorenzo's number. After explaining briefly, without 
detail, to the secretary that her problem was fairly 
urgent, the sympathetic woman immediately gave her a 
late appointment, for that same evening, after working 
hours.


Chapter Four – Karen and Doctor Lorenzo
---------------------------------------

Karen was late arriving at the surgery of Doctor 
Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already 
keyed up emotional state; she had thought that she knew 
exactly where the address was in town, but finished by 
walking around several blocks before stumbling into the 
large natural oak door of the right building. At the 
entrance was a polished brass plaque: Doctor Marcel 
Lorenzo MD, General Practitioner.

Eighteen minutes late for her appointment, Karen ran 
breathlessly up a flight of stairs and burst clumsily 
and panting into the doctor's reception, where she 
found the doctor's secretary, a plain, frumpy middle-
aged woman waiting for her. She had her coat already 
on, tidying up her desk, and seemed none too pleased.

"Ah, Mrs. Shepard I presume. Doctor Lorenzo has just 
received another patient in view of your absence, so 
I'll have to ask you to wait over there. He shouldn't 
be too long. I must leave now that you've arrived, but 
I'll tell the doctor that you're here waiting." 

Still breathing hard, Karen thanked her and settled 
uneasily onto a straight, hard

wooden chair on the opposite side of the room, smoothed 
down her skirt and fiddled nervously with her hair and 
the buttons of her blouse, to tidy herself up. After a 
brief interphone call to the doctor to announce Karen's 
arrival, the secretary bid her good evening and left. 

As the minutes slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, 
Karen worried and worried more and more about the 
coming consultation; she knew her anxiety would 
increase, and she would have difficulty finding the 
right words to explain and then discuss the detail of 
her predicament to this unknown doctor. Not many words 
were necessary in realty, but she knew she would 
probably blush and stammer in a way she would never 
done with her old, familiar 'uncle', Doctor Stroud. But 
now it was almost too late to turn and run; she simply 
had to go through with this.

After a tense five more minutes, there was a sudden 
click as the door leading to Doctor Lorenzo's 
consulting room opened, causing a minor explosion of 
fear in Karen's chest; out stepped a young man, leaving 
the door ajar. Smiling briefly in her direction, he 
left, and Karen waited again. A moment later, she heard 
a soft but very masculine voice inviting her to come 
right in. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, and knees 
shaking, breast thumping, she entered the inner sanctum 
of the consulting room and finally came face to face 
with Doctor Lorenzo.

Closing the door, she crossed the large room, to where 
Doctor Lorenzo was seated, writing in a folder. Placing 
the folder to one side, he looked up at her 
immediately, smiled broadly a doctor's bedside manner 
smile and stood, to offer his outstretched hand. 

His presence was immediately impressive, thought Karen. 
Unlike her old confidant, Doctor Stroud, he was not 
wearing a white full length laboratory coat, but a pale 
blue, short sleeved tie-less shirt and black trousers. 
Blue to match perfectly his eyes, thought Karen, and 
black to match his hair on his head and on his forearms 
and the backs of his hands. 

The Italian blood was obvious. He was sun tanned, and 
Karen remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he 
was indeed a very handsome man. Probably in his middle 
forties, slim and elegant. And he had what could only 
be called: a winning smile.

Despite Karen's anxiety, she felt a small leap of 
another kind in her breast, and the tiniest feminine 
pleasure from seeing this dark haired man with very 
white teeth smiling before her. As she slipped her hand 
into that of Doctor Lorenzo, she felt his cool squeeze, 
and another pleasant tiny increase in her heartbeat. He 
invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other side 
of his wide dark oak desk with red leather inset. 

The desk was big enough to accommodate a telephone, a 
mish-mash of files and a portable computer, which was 
open on the side. Karen also noticed a photograph 
frame, but it was turned away from her. Probably a 
family photo, she thought.

Karen sank hesitantly into a very comfortable, upright 
armchair of the same red leather, placed her handbag on 
the floor at her feet and clasped her hands together on 
her lap. Her knuckles soon became white. 

Waiting for the doctor to speak, she glanced around, 
noticing an examination couch on one side of the room, 
and a small washbasin on the other. There was what 
looked like a toilet cabinet behind her, to one side of 
the entrance door. Light came in brightly from a high 
frosted glass window behind Doctor Lorenzo.

From Doctor Lorenzo's point of view, he was equally 
impressed by Karen's entry into his private room, 
though after all his years of practising medicine, 
outwardly he didn't usually show it. 

He was quite used to having all variety of women before 
him, clothed and unclothed, but that hadn't so far 
stopped him reacting to each new pretty one in the old 
fashioned way. He found Karen very attractive indeed; 
even though he had barely glanced at the shape of her 
body underneath her crisp white blouse and brown skirt, 
he saw that it was not bad at all, with proud breasts 
which couldn't be easily hidden, pushing at her 
buttoned front. And her face was pretty too, framed by 
short, neat, dark hair. An added bonus. 

He allowed himself, therefore, the indulgence of a 
slight twitch of his penis and blood to run into his 
lower veins, looking forward to the first occasion he 
would be able to see his new patient's body unveiled – 
whenever that may be. Then he broke the thought 
sharply, to look down and open another blue file on the 
desk in front of him. He found very little information 
inside, just Karen's name, address and telephone 
number, and a note: "...new to area, recommended by 
friend, Sandra McPherson..."

Seeing these few, but meaningful words, in an instant, 
Doctor Lorenzo smiled inwardly, and his penis twitched 
again. He reminded himself that he had not seen Sandie 
for quite a while, and maybe he should call her, to 
remind her that she ought to come for her regular 
'checkup'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If 
she was too busy, maybe he would call by her house 
sometime, by arrangement, of course. If that suited 
her...

"Ah, we haven't seen you before. Newly arrived in the 
region? How long have you been here, Mrs. Shepard?"

Trying to give the appearance of being calm, Karen 
explained briefly, in a slightly shaky voice, her 
recent arrival in the district, and Doctor Lorenzo 
asked one or two polite questions about her past life 
and her work. He was happy, he said, to have her on his 
list of patients. He explained too that he would have 
to get details of her medical history, and therefore 
needed to obtain her files from her previous doctor. 

Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to answer the 
questions in as relaxed manner as possible, but dreaded 
deep inside the moment when Doctor Lorenzo would reach 
the point where it would be necessary to know why she 
had really come to see him.

As this moment drew nearer, Karen's anxiety and 
heartbeat began to increase noticeably. She fidgeted. 

And then, in a totally relaxed, smiling way, Doctor 
Lorenzo looked into her eyes and asked: "Now then, Mrs. 
Shepard, what brings you here today? How can I help 
you?"

This was it. Karen began to panic again. Breathing 
hard, she opened her mouth and tried to speak. 
Recognising her hesitation, Doctor Lorenzo placed his 
elbows on his desk, clasped his hands together in front 
of his mouth, and waited patiently, still smiling. 
Then: "Try to relax, Mrs. Shepard; tell me in your own 
way what's troubling you. I'm here to help."

"Well...it's... a little... delicate, Doctor Lorenzo. 
I... it's..."

Nothing sensible was coming out, and Karen's panic 
could only get more intense, if she didn't find a way 
to blurt out her concern. She tried hard to 
concentrate; she had had plenty of time - all day to 
plan what to say, but her logic had gone, and here she 
was, blathering again.

Finally: "It's a question of... toilet, Doctor."

"Ah!" responded Doctor Lorenzo. "I see, a question of 
toilet. You mean you are suffering from a bout of 
constipation, is that it?" 

It was out now, and with very few words exchanged.

Nodding, Karen smiled, embarrassed and flushed, feeling 
worse than she had ever felt in her life, even worse 
than on the day when she started her periods for the 
first time and soaked her knickers, her dress and her 
school seat with unexpected and terrifying adolescent 
menstrual leakings.

Doctor Lorenzo's next few words were carefully measured 
to try and make Karen begin to feel more at ease and 
reassure her that he was there to help her with medical 
matters. He explained, simply that constipation was a 
very common complaint, and there really was no need to 
feel embarrassed about it. He was sure he could resolve 
her condition. What he did not say was that he was 
already thinking about the pleasure of examining Karen 
naked or partly undressed, and the options of 
treatment, which he would also enjoy. His penis 
twitched yet again and started to fill up quite 
seriously. Doctor Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside Doctor Lorenzo's 
pants under his desk, and taking deep breaths, Karen 
began to settle a little better in her leather 
armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She 
didn't need to speak for a little while, as the 
smiling, friendly doctor went on to explain, in a 
fairly matter-of-fact doctor's way, how constipation 
could arise for various reasons. 

He asked about her daily and weekly diet, whether she 
ate a lot of vegetables and cereals, drank a lot of 
water, took exercise. He told her also, that moving 
from one district to another, a change of water could 
be one of the causes of constipation. And of course, 
anxiety itself wouldn't help. Karen nodded now and 
again, listing in some detail what she had been 
habitually eating and drinking. 

They established that she had had very few satisfactory 
visits to the toilet in the last month. Whenever she 
had been moderately successful, whatever she had 
produced had been dry and painful. She had suffered 
severe stomach aches for several days. 

Then, questions came up about Karen's sexual 
activities, and Doctor Lorenzo explained how 
constipation could sometimes affect the ability to 
relax during sexual intercourse. Of course, Karen knew 
all about this from first hand, but her shyness 
prevented her from going into detail about her 
relationship with Larry and her masturbatory block. She 
just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 
'certain difficulties' in that area. 

The doctor seemed perfectly to understand Karen's 
reluctance to say more, measuring the emotional 
personality of his new and interesting patient with his 
many years of medical experience. Now, recognising her 
reticence, it occurred to him that the pleasure of 
helping this pretty new patient could be even greater 
than he had a first thought it might. Karen might even 
be the perfect patient for his style of treatment, and 
he smiled inwardly, enjoying the sexual power now 
flowing strongly through the veins in his penis.

Unaware of this invisible, increasing blood flow in her 
new doctor's nether regions, Karen began to relax. Her 
breathing slowed, the thumping in her breast lessened. 
She stopped wringing her hands together, and her own 
blood began to flow back into her fingers again.

"Now", said Doctor Lorenzo finally, "We understand 
basically what your problem is. What shall we do about 
it?"

Of course, apart from some sort of prescription, Karen 
had no idea, so she just fidgeted slightly and looked 
down at her clasped hands, the tension coming back 
briefly.

"First, Mrs. Shepard, I want you to try and relax. We 
will find the best solution

for you, don't worry. That's why we're here, and you 
did absolutely the right thing in coming to see me." 
From his own point of view especially, he thought.

"Thank you... I'm trying to relax, doctor, but I've 
never had this...kind of... problem before, and 
frankly... I'm at a loss..." Karen sought more words, 
but failed to articulate what she meant.

"I understand perfectly," replied Doctor Lorenzo, "It's 
a very personal and intimate matter, and it's perfectly 
natural that you would be embarrassed about it. But 
believe me, you're not the only one to have experienced 
this discomfort, and as a doctor, I am well placed to 
suggest one of several solutions available." 

He seemed to reflect for a moment or two, then: "First, 
I should carry out a simple examination. Of your anus, 
Mrs. Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is nurse 
and secretary has left for the day, and normally it is 
preferable to have another female present."

He paused for a moment, allowing Karen to think about 
what he had said, then went on: "If you're not too 
worried about being alone with me right now, I will be 
happy to examine you this evening, rather than have you 
make another appointment and wait a while to come back. 
We can get your problem solved quicker. Again, please 
don't worry – I'll be very gentle with you, and just a 
little internal exploration really is necessary to see 
what problems exist, before we can decide whatever 
solution is appropriate for you."

Karen snapped out of her semi-relaxed state, and began 
trembling inwardly again. Only her new lover Larry had 
been anywhere near the intimate places of her body 
since she had separated from her husband, and no-one 
had ever touched her there, inside her anus. Not even 
her well-loved Doctor Stroud. Even when she was 
cleaning herself intimately, in the bath, she had never 
stuck her finger into that place. She didn't know if 
she could possibly allow this doctor she didn't know 
yet to conduct the kind of intimate examination she 
began to envisage. 

Doctor Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently 
experienced and kindly doctor was talking about 
'examining' her forbidden, personal and private nether 
regions, and the whole idea simply horrified Karen, 
almost frightened her to death - no matter how 
charming, smiling, handsome and attractive he was.

Then reflecting in the shortest possible time 
available, Karen decided that his apparent kindness and 
his promise to be gentle were encouraging. She knew 
also, that if she didn't go along with his proposals, 
she would be back at square one; she would go on 
suffering a while longer, and would eventually have to 
return. Or worse: she would have to go see another 
doctor, who might not be as kind and gentle. Nor as 
handsome. Nor as charming.

Karen's hesitation, almost inertia, gave the green 
light to Doctor Lorenzo, and he stood up and invited 
Karen to go over to a waist high, firm leather couch 
against a wall of his consulting room, and to lie down 
on it, on a full length paper towel. But before lying 
down, he invited her to take off her underwear, keeping 
on her blouse and skirt. 

He turned his back, and Karen, having no choice, but 
still trembling, reached quickly under her skirt, 
slipped down her flimsy panty, folded it and placed it 
on a chair alongside, and finally climbed up onto the 
couch. Carefully re-arranging her skirt to cover as 
best she could her upper legs and thighs, she lay back, 
placed her head onto a soft pillow and gazed up at the 
ceiling.

Once the rustle of the paper indicated to Doctor 
Lorenzo that she was lying down and comfortable, he 
turned back towards Karen and smiled again, 
reassuringly, as he put on a pair of very fine, 
colourless latex gloves. 

Stretched out like that, staring at the wall, Karen 
felt all at once totally vulnerable, but nevertheless 
ready to give herself up at last to whatever the doctor 
decided was necessary. She just wanted to get this 
examination over, pull on her panty and run away from 
him as fast as possible, clutching what she hoped would 
be a lifesaving medical prescription. Then Doctor 
Lorenzo, speaking softly, suggested that for this 
examination she might be better turned away from him, 
onto her left side, and waited as she shuffled again 
into that position. He was really looking forward to 
seeing underneath that brown business skirt of Karen's.

There was a moment's pause, and then: "I'll just lift 
up your skirt, Mrs. Shepard." Now on her left side, and 
feeling cool, pleasant air on her buttocks, thighs and 
legs, she heard him say: "Please bend up your right leg 
up to your chest, keeping your left leg straight. 
Relax, this will only take a few minutes... it will be 
over before you know it."

Doctor Lorenzo's eyes fell upon the pale softness of 
Karen's naked buttocks and thighs for the first time. 
He was certainly impressed. His penis was fully hard in 
an instant. His eyes opened wider in secret pleasure. 
Here we go again, he thought.

"First, I'll just rub a little sterilised lubricant 
between your buttocks around the entrance to your anus, 
to facilitate the penetration of my finger. Is this the 
first time you've had such an examination?"

Hearing a sound of confirmation, he went on: "I'll be 
as gentle as possible... I don't think you'll find it 
too uncomfortable... just a little... strange the first 
time, but not painful. Some people even find it... 
pleasant... stimulating." 

This experienced doctor knew that he was already 
finding it stimulating; his penis was now very hard 
indeed, and was pushing at the front of his pants. 
Luckily, there was no tenting visible, due to the usual 
constrictions of his underpants, but he was enjoying 
the excitement so far, the friction of the end of his 
cock against silk, and he relished the next few minutes 
to come. It was an examination he had done a thousand 
times, and he had never failed to enjoy this totally 
intimate exploration and digital invasion of the female 
body. In short, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karen, however, was now in turmoil. She had never 
wanted anyone, ever, to touch her delicate little anus, 
and in recent days she had felt such an ongoing 
soreness, a sharp discomfort there, due to her efforts 
to go to evacuate her bowels. Now, this man was going 
to penetrate her delicate little bud with his finger! 
Her breathing was getting more and more rapid as she 
waited, bum and thighs exposed to the fresh air of 
Doctor Lorenzo's consulting room, and what's more, 
totally exposed to his uninhibited gaze. 

She didn't know the effect that this sight had already 
on the doctor's genitals.

There was not long for Karen to wait. She felt the 
lightest of a touch of latex covered palm and fingers 
on one of her bum cheeks, a squeeze, pulling it to one 
side. Then, almost immediately a cool, slippery 
substance being spread by a finger, then several 
fingers, onto the area around the tiny hole of her 
anus. 

It was so gentle, and not at all unpleasant, reflected 
Karen. Her earlier terror receded momentarily. It was 
sort of like a light fingered, gooey massage, she 
thought. This preparation went on for a few long 
moments, and then she heard Doctor Lorenzo say: "May I 
remark, Mrs. Shepard that you certainly have a very 
pretty backside".

Karen's heart leapt in her chest. She didn't know 
whether to be offended at this very personal remark, 
from a doctor whom she didn't even know, and who 
surely, surely shouldn't be saying such things to a 
patient he didn't know either. Or whether to be 
flattered. Or whether to imagine he was saying it to 
distract her from the intimacy of the examination she 
was undergoing for the very first time, as part of his 
medical technique, to lighten the situation somewhat. 
She blushed, said nothing, and waited.

Then: "Mmmmm... very pretty indeed. Thighs too..."

At the very same instant, she felt the pressure of 
something, a finger, she knew it was for certain, 
against her tiny anal opening. She felt herself tense 
up. The light pressure stayed there whilst Doctor 
Lorenzo said: "Now you will feel my finger pushing very 
gently, Mrs. Shepard. When you feel it press harder, 
try to relax your anal muscles, I shall be about to 
penetrate your pretty little anus; if you feel any pain 
or even discomfort, just say so immediately, and I'll 
pause to allow you to get used to it, alright?"

"Alright...doctor" replied Karen, breathlessly, and 
waited, dreading this totally unwelcome, but predicted, 
and now inevitable, inescapable penetration of her most 
secret orifice.

The pressure of Doctor Lorenzo's latex covered finger 
increased, felt sharp against Karen's little puckered 
hole, then she felt a sharper, uncomfortable sensation 
as the finger, this foreign object, met the initial 
resistance of her anal ring. She wanted to stop it, 
push away the invader. A second's hesitation, more 
pressure, then his finger slid in, just a centimetre, 
no more. Karen gasped out loud.

"Alright Mrs. Shepard?" said Doctor Lorenzo? "Does that 
hurt?"

Nnnn... nnno, not really," replied Karen shakily, 
though it was slightly uncomfortable, and the very 
strangest feeling, to have a man's finger, even the 
very tip, in her anus for the very first time. She 
breathed deeply and tried to relax.

Doctor Lorenzo held his finger just inside her bum hole 
for a while, allowing Karen to get used to this foreign 
occupation of her inner sanctum. Then, aided by the 
lubricating jelly, the invader began to slide deeper, 
very gently and very slowly, only a half a centimetre 
at a time. 

Soon, Karen had the impression that her whole anus was 
filled by something as huge as a cucumber. She held her 
breath. She couldn't decide yet whether it was really 
painful or not, only that she felt totally filled up, 
and that she had a strong urge to reject this hard 
object by contracting her anal muscles.

Doctor Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karen and 
gazing at her lovely buttocks, his finger planted just 
inside her ass, was having a truly great time. His cock 
was hard as a rock, and twitching violently inside his 
pants. He wanted to wrench it out of his clothing and 
do something with it. But that would not be not proper; 
he was a doctor and was required to behave to a certain 
code of ethics, after all. So for the moment, with his 
free hand he just re-arranged his cock inside his silk 
slip, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the 
bulbous tip now freer to expand and throb inside his 
pants.

Karen felt the invader begin to recede. Then it 
stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back 
inside her anus. This time, Karen tried not to resist, 
tried to relax and allow the enemy to force its way 
into her. This time, Doctor Lorenzo's finger slid in 
easier, and a little further. He smiled delightedly in 
his own private world of sexual pleasure, but Karen 
couldn't see his face. She knew nothing of his cerebral 
and sexual exhilaration, of his straining erection.

Karen waited, tried to relax, not an easy thing to do 
at this instant. The finger pulled back again, then 
thrust forward, a little quicker. Karen managed to 
relax a tiny bit. The sensation now was not really 
painful inside her anus; it was no longer 
uncomfortable; in fact, it was almost as Doctor Lorenzo 
had said – almost pleasant. 

The foraging finger moved again, as though twisting 
inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the 
doctor's second knuckle, then to the limit of his 
finger length, encountered a blockage. Karen's 
breathing changed, from a previously anxious rhythm, to 
what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly 
excited reaction in her chest. And in her lower body 
too.

She allowed herself to imagine, somehow, that this was 
no longer a truly medical examination, but an act of 
foreplay that she was experiencing. The slick 
penetration of Doctor Lorenzo's finger had taken on a 
regular and persistent cadence, and as the seconds 
passed, she no longer had that urge to repel the 
invader. Her anal muscles relaxed almost fully, and she 
began to welcome each gentle, loving thrust of his 
digit. Weird, even surreal as this experience seemed to 
her, she began to finally understand how a woman could 
allow a man's penis inside her most secret hole, and 
enjoy being sodomised like this by a lover.

Something else: Karen was now more and more aware that 
there was a tingling in her vagina, the beginning of 
genuine sexual excitement. Her pussy felt very warm and 
moist, and she began to worry about the possibility of 
her love juices starting to run visibly out of her 
pussy lips, if this continued much longer. She couldn't 
stop her mouth opening and emitting a delicate sigh, 
which became almost a breathy moan. 

This moan did not escape Doctor Lorenzo's ears, nor did 
he miss the distinct trembling in Karen's lower body as 
he thrust his finger back and forth into her pretty 
little ass. As ever, he was enjoying his work as a 
medical practitioner. His cock strained at his 
clothing, rock hard and pulsing. Now he began to feel 
the early need release for release, wanted to feel the 
cool air on his cock, and then more.

Doctor Lorenzo's voice reached Karen's ears, despite 
her partial mental absence from the reality of the 
consulting room: "Are you alright there, Mrs. Shepard?" 
Am I hurting you? Nearly finished...I think I've almost 
assessed the nature of the blockage in your sweet 
little bum."

Karen managed to say quietly, "No, doctor, I'm fine." 

And then the doctor's finger receded for the last time; 
there was a small wet popping noise as it left the 
sanctity of her anal opening. Karen suddenly felt a 
sensation of loss. She wanted to cry out, "Don't go, 
keep your finger in me!"

But her shyness found its way back into her 
subconscious, and then into her

upper conscious thoughts, as she realised how far she'd 
gone emotionally during this once feared examination. 
Flushed with excitement, her vagina now throbbing and 
even wetter, she waited for Doctor Lorenzo's next 
words.

She felt what she imagined to be a lingering, latex-
gloved caress of both buttocks, then the prickly 
sensation of paper towels being rubbed gently and 
efficiently all around her anus and buttocks, as the 
doctor cleaned her up.

"There. You can replace your panty now, Mrs. Shepard. 
Your pretty little bum is all clean and shiny again. If 
my little examination has brought on a need to go to 
the toilet, feel free to use the closet over there. And 
when you're ready we'll discuss what to do next."

Standing up, pulling on her panty and looking over at 
Doctor Lorenzo's broad back and shoulders as he turned 
away, Karen was now anything but relaxed. Her old 
anxiety was returning, as she reflected on the almost 
shameful way she had just abandoned herself to this 
examination, how she had ultimately enjoyed this whole 
experience to the extent that her pussy was sopping wet 
and she was actually highly sexually excited, against 
all her natural inclinations and initial fears. 

The actual penetration of her body had proved to be 
much less of an ordeal than she had first imagined it 
would be, had finally become a pleasure of a kind she 
could not have imagined before. Her thoughts 
accelerated, turned to her lover; she imagined that if 
Larry had been there right for her at that instant, she 
would have dragged him close to her, ripped open his 
trousers, grabbed and caressed his familiar hardness, 
hastening to feel his hard cock inside her, front or 
back, she wouldn't care. She would have done everything 
with him, raced to a mutual orgasm as quickly as 
possible. 

She sat back down in the plush leather chair, and 
Doctor Lorenzo's voice once again brought her back to 
reality: "Now... we need to deal with this...blockage 
of yours, Mrs. Shepard. In view of the time that has 
passed since your...problem started...a quick solution 
is advisable. There are what we might call...'small 
enemas' available at the pharmacy. These are very neat 
and easy to use, and you can administer them yourself 
quite simply at home, in total privacy; they are often 
sufficiently effective, in many cases of constipation, 
to prompt an evacuation of the bowels." 

Karen nodded, felt her face colour up again. Her panty 
had become damp between her thighs, her pussy was still 
tingling ad leaking; her breathing rate was still high, 
but she concentrated on what the doctor was saying.

"However, I suspect that in your case, those mini-
enemas might not really be effective enough, and not 
quickly enough. You really need something... much more 
substantial...more volume, if you follow my meaning."

Karen just nodded again, not really following his 
meaning, but recognising that there was some sort of 
lifesaving alternative lurking in Doctor Lorenzo's 
mind. Her heart was fluttering now with breathless 
anticipation.

"Once again, in order to have rapid relief from 
your...blockage this evening, you must place your 
personal confidence in me to carry out a full enema. Of 
course, we won't have the help or presence of my 
assistant. But I can assure you that it's a fairly 
straight forward procedure, so we'll cope well enough. 
And of course, I can assure you that the whole thing 
will be quite painless, even agreeable for you. 
Especially afterwards."

A full enema! A full enema! Karen's eyes opened wide, 
and the doctor realised her reaction of fear 
immediately, saw her flush, tremble, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs. Shepard. It will only take a short time, 
and you will be able to go home this evening entirely 
relieved of your blockage and feeling a whole lot 
better than you did before you arrived here earlier."

Doctor Lorenzo was proud of his ability to remain calm 
and 'professional' in front of this timid woman with 
the pretty face and perfect ass. He was enjoying 
himself more than he had for a long time; since Sandie 
McPherson's last visit in fact. 

A pause, allowing Karen to gather her thoughts, then: 
"Agreed? Shall we try it?" 

Another pause, "Good, then let's go back to the couch 
and start where we left off."

The words 'start where we left off' made Karen's heart 
thump again, but not completely out of fear this time. 
The previous five minutes had been so good that she 
thought about the enema with anticipated pleasure, even 
though she didn't really know what it entailed yet.

"Alright" began Doctor Lorenzo, turning his back 
momentarily. "Take off your panty again and lie down as 
before, please." His instruction was now firm. He was 
in more of a hurry to get to the next stage of Karen's 
treatment.

Karen did as instructed, slipping off her panty, 
placing it on the same chair, and lay down on the 
leather couch on her left side, as before, bending up 
her right leg towards her chest. She heard the slap of 
latex gloves being donned, and then for what seemed a 
few minutes, some rustling noises around the consulting 
room. 

There was the running of water, as though the doctor 
was filling a bottle or jug from a tap. She began the 
process of trying to relax again whilst all this was 
taking place, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at 
the consulting room wall behind the couch. Then she saw 
out of the corner of her eye Doctor Lorenzo appear at 
the bottom end of the couch, wheeling a tall 'T' shaped 
metal stand, with a large, liquid filled plastic bag 
hanging on it. A plastic tube about half a metre long, 
trailing from the bag, had a little stop-tap at the top 
and a small nozzle at the bottom end.

"This is all we need to administer your enema, Mrs. 
Shepard. Don't be alarmed by what you see. The solution 
in the bag is simply warm water and soap, by the way, 
for your comfort. The most effective solution for 
enemas is normally coffee and warm water, but for now, 
soap and water will have to do." He stopped in his 
tracks. "I wonder..." 

His voice trailed off as he moved around the couch, 
appeared to be pondering something, then: "Perhaps you 
would be better... more comfortable... on your back for 
this... yes, I think so."

Karen rolled over, repositioned herself with just a 
little hesitation. Once on her back, she felt the 
softness of a pillow pressed against her naked 
buttocks. She lifted her buttocks automatically, 
allowing the pillow to slip underneath, thus raising 
her pussy and her anal opening a few centimetres clear 
of the couch. She looked up to see Doctor Lorenzo 
smile, as though to himself, then say softly: "Even 
though I shall be missing the opportunity to gaze upon 
your perfect buttocks this time." 

Karen blushed deeply, smiled, decided it was this 
doctor's bedside manner again, his special way to help 
her relax. Not knowing what to reply, and in any case 
no longer afraid like before, she said nothing; she 
waited for further instructions, heart beating 
delightfully fast.

"Good, now raise up your knees towards your chest 
please. Like that, yes."

Looking now at the ceiling, Karen raised her knees up 
towards her chest, her skirt falling back over her 
waist. She pressed her knees together shyly, very aware 
that even so, the doctor would be treated to an 
unrestricted view down below of her neatly trimmed 
pubes, her labia, vagina and all. She gripped the sides 
of the couch.

Feeling newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her 
feet flat on the paper towel covered couch and allowed 
her head to relax back onto the pillow. But her 
breathing would not slow down, her breast would not 
stop thumping; she anticipated excitedly the coming 
minutes, not really knowing exactly how this enema 
experience would feel. She was going into the unknown.

Right now, however, Karen seemed to be feeling none of 
that fright she had experienced at the outset, and 
dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even 
half shameful sort of way, looking forward to renewing 
some of the sensations she had earlier enjoyed inside 
her anus, if that was what an enema was. 

Her hot pussy had not at all stopped tingling and 
lubricating throughout the time that Doctor Lorenzo had 
been pre-occupied with his preparations, and in any 
other private and convenient circumstances she would 
already be forcefully rubbing her clit towards orgasm, 
with or without dildo. It would have to wait, she 
thought, but as soon as she got home, she would be able 
to attend to her growing needs. And perhaps this time, 
she would get that long overdue fulfillment, if the 
doctor succeeded in ridding her of this blockage.

As Doctor Lorenzo moved back to the end of the couch, 
leaned over and, from between her knees, looked into 
Karen's eyes, he took hold of the end of the enema tube 
in one hand and pulled it around and down towards her 
knees, as though testing the length and distance from 
her anus. 

Instinctively, Karen opened her knees, knowing what was 
to come. The doctor held her eyes for a second or two, 
then as though drawn by magnets, his blue eyes dropped 
down to her crotch. His eyebrows raised up; it seemed 
he couldn't stop himself saying: "Mmm, Mrs. Shepard, 
you have not only a pretty bum, I see."

Blushing, but now too far gone into this experience to 
worry about the ethics of her doctor, Karen thought 
mostly about her tingly, dripping pussy and the renewed 
penetration of her anus bound to come. His weighted 
personal remarks served only to encourage this blatant 
sensation of sexual titillation she was feeling, and 
Karen ventured to look at Doctor Lorenzo in a more open 
way. 

She began to imagine him as a sexual partner, wondered 
how he would be underneath his black trousers. As he 
busied himself with adjusting the bag and stand, she 
even dared glance down to his crotch. Was that a bulge 
down there?

She had felt his touch, but only through latex gloves; 
now she began to fantasise about his bare, scrubbed 
doctor's hands on her ass and thighs, his professional 
touch becoming caresses in her imagination. She began 
to imagine how that cock would look if he released it 
from his pants, wondered if it was long, or thick. If 
it was curved, like Larry's. The juices continued to 
flow down below and Karen felt very good indeed, as she 
lay back on the couch, waiting for this now welcome 
invasion of her puckered, slightly enlarged anal 
opening.

Gazing uninhibitedly at Karen's vagina, it was 
impossible not to see that her pussy lips were swollen, 
moist, even dripping wet, and Doctor Lorenzo knew from 
many years of experience that his examination earlier 
had had a totally predictable 'certain effect' on his 
patient. His cock was still pulsing strongly and his 
blue eyes gleamed, though Karen's saw none of this; her 
head was now back on the pillow, and she was looking up 
relaxed, at the consulting room ceiling again.

A rustling of latex again, and there was that familiar 
feeling of cool slippery lube being spread around the 
slit of her bare inner buttocks and anus by caressing 
fingers. Karen began to breathe a fraction heavier, not 
in anxiety now, but in totally illicit pleasure. Those 
amazingly expert, experienced doctor's fingers moved so 
lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. 

It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal excitement 
increasing by the second. She wanted to reach for her 
vibrator and plunge it hard into her juice dripping 
pussy. Or grab Larry and assault him. Or grab the 
doctor and pull him down onto her – anything. Such was 
the elation, the passion rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karen felt something touch her clitoris. It 
must have been, surely must have been, an accident. Her 
lower body jumped as a sharp surge of pleasure went 
through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy gasp, 
her head came up from the pillow, to look straight into 
Doctor Lorenzo's smiling blue eyes, his brows slightly 
furrowed.

"Oh, excuse me" said the doctor, and stopped spreading 
the lube for a moment. "Sorry if that hurt."

Doctor Lorenzo knew exactly what he had done. He knew 
precisely what this pretty new patient with a sopping 
pussy and a stunning ass needed, and he knew what he 
needed too. 

"N...no" gasped Karen. "It's alright... it just took me 
by surprise. It didn't hurt...I just wasn't expecting 
it."

"I didn't hurt you? Oh good... I'm really glad about 
that... perhaps it was pleasant even?" 

"Uhuh...yes, pleasant... I wasn't expecting it, that's 
all," breathed Karen. 

Her head went back onto the pillow again, and she 
relaxed into the feel of the cool slippery lube and 
Doctor Lorenzo's experienced fingers slipping and 
smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal 
zone, until at last, at long last, what Karen had been 
waiting for: his rigid finger pressed against her tiny 
back passage once again, paused for a moment and 
slipped, this time more easily into her secret hole. 
Bliss, thought Karen, loving the return of this once 
feared invasion of her anus. 

Immediately, her anal muscles relaxed without her 
having to think about it, and she waited for those 
delicate, rhythmic finger-thrusts into her welcoming 
hole. Her excitement began to mount again, almost back 
to its former level; her secretions began to flow and 
she just knew that the paper towel would soon be 
flooded with her intimate juices. She was beyond 
caring. She wanted it to go on and on.

Doctor Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying 
the feel of his rigid tumescence inside his pants, the 
silk slip caressing his balls, enjoying the liberties 
of intimacy he was taking with this fabulous female ass 
and pussy, totally opened up to his gaze and his 
penetrating finger. He too was leaking intimate juices 
from the end of his aching cock. Something would have 
to be done about that. And soon.

Then Karen was aware that the finger stopped moving, 
then slipped out with the same sloppy plop sound as 
before. She looked up again, to see Doctor Lorenzo 
reaching for the end of the enema tube. Pulling it 
again towards and between her knees, then down in 
towards her crotch. He held it there for a moment, as 
he explained the next steps.

"Your sweet little... pretty little ass... is now very 
nicely lubricated once more, Mrs. Shepard... I shall 
introduce the little nozzle on the end of the tube very 
gently, so as to cause you the minimum of discomfort, 
then insert it further before allowing the liquid in 
this bag to flow down into your anus. You will have 
noted that the nozzle is somewhat smaller than my 
finger, so it shouldn't be any worse a sensation than 
before. Are you ready?"

Karen nodded; oh yes, she was more than ready for the 
unknown experience of her first enema, and allowed her 
head to relax back once more onto the soft pillow. She 
wanted to feel this, appreciate every aspect of this 
sensation, not necessarily to look, but to feel, and 
much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a finger again touching her little brown hole? 
One of her bum cheeks was pressed to one side by latex 
covered, firm but gentle fingers. A second's 
hesitation, and she felt a tiny nudge of the nozzle end 
beginning to penetrate her ass. It was smaller than the 
doctor's finger, somehow sharper, not so agreeable. But 
once the nozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh 
so soft sensation of caressing fingers was missing. 
Karen couldn't help feeling just a bit disappointed, 
somehow deprived of something special, though the level 
of her excitement didn't diminish one iota.

Doctor Lorenzo: "Now, I shall open this little valve 
and allow the liquid to flow into your anus. You should 
have a warm, not unpleasant sensation of liquid filling 
your bowels for a while. In due course, if you should 
feel cramps at any moment, you must tell me straight 
away. Otherwise, we'll just let the bag empty itself 
into you; it should only take a few minutes. Once 
that's done, you will soon have a strong urge to go to 
the toilet, but try to hold back as long as possible. 
When it gets impossible to hold back, tell me and I'll 
help you to the cabinet."

Karen listened to all of this and nodded to confirm 
that she had understood the procedure, relaxed and 
waited, head back, totally compliant, totally and 
erotically comfortable in her mind and body.

Very soon, there was a delicious awareness of warm 
flowing liquid inside her ass, gurgling and swirling up 
to Karen's innards, just as Doctor Lorenzo had 
predicted. It was wonderful, thought Karen, almost 
refusing to believe how such a procedure, intended to 
cure an embarrassing health problem, could be so 
sensual and sexually stimulating at the same time. 

Her pussy tingled even more. She had the impression her 
cunt lips were wide open and swollen and leaking her 
juices everywhere; and the knowledge that the doctor 
had a full view of her stimulated genitals excited her 
even more. She knew that if she had been alone and able 
to just rub her clit a little with her plastic toy, she 
would have exploded into orgasm in very short time. At 
that instant, Karen Shepard was more than halfway to 
paradise.

Doctor Lorenzo was excited also. He too wanted to rub 
himself to climax inside his pants. Or better, fish out 
his swollen, rigid cock and thrust it into the 
delightfully open and dripping wet cunt of his newest 
and prettiest patient, Karen Shepard. He kept himself 
under control, it was his job. A job he loved.

And Karen didn't forget that Doctor Lorenzo was there; 
he became the object of her desires now. This 
excitement in her cunt reminded her how much better 
everything would be if she could have her love box 
filled right now with Larry's hard, stiff and throbbing 
cock. But the only cock anywhere near was that of the 
doctor, and she wanted very badly to see it, touch it, 
have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to fill her 
other orifice whilst this warm feeling swirled around 
inside her anus and bowels. She focused on this, as her 
sexual agitation mounted.

Then suddenly the cramps came. She cried out in painful 
discomfort, and the doctor knew straight away what was 
wrong.

"Hold on, Mrs. Shepard, it's cramps... relax as much as 
you can, don't move."

With that, he lifted her skirt higher over her waist, 
began to rub her belly very gently with his lubricated 
latex gloved hands, round and round, up and down, 
pressing lightly now and again. Karen thought how nice 
that was, and despite the pain, thought how much better 
it ought to be without the gloves. It was as though the 
doctor had read her mind. 

She heard the snap of latex, knowing that he had ripped 
the gloves off, then felt his warm hands back on her 
belly, moist with lube. He rubbed gently in circles, he 
smoothed her belly flesh, he caressed. Karen forgot 
about the cramps pain, relaxed into the marvellous feel 
of the strong hands of her new, dark, handsome, sensual 
doctor.

The cramps went away slowly, leaving only the gentle 
and agreeable swirling of warm liquid inside her 
bowels. Doctor Lorenzo carried on his ministrations to 
Karen's belly, enjoying his power. Karen carried on 
enjoying the caresses, the warm liquid from the enema 
still running down the tube into her body.

Doctor Lorenzo was enjoying too his caresses on Karen's 
belly, as he looked closely at her neatly trimmed sex 
and labia, reddened, open and leaking profusely her 
pre-orgasmic juices onto the paper towell. He imagined 
how it would be rip off the rest of Karen's clothing, 
place his body close up between her raised open thighs, 
ram his hardness inside her and pump his urgent seminal 
fluid violently into her vagina. He couldn't do that, 
but he knew what he was going to do next.

Perceptibly, Karen's excitement began to build even 
more, as Doctor Lorenzo's caresses moved just a little 
lower, towards her close cropped pubic area. Each time 
one of his hands went up and round, it descended a 
little lower, until she was aching for his hand to 
continue its journey to her swollen, dripping pussy 
lips. She now wanted those fingers on her clitoris, to 
rub her to her first climax in several weeks, such was 
the intensity of her build-up. She was ready to come, 
and come hard. She just needed someone to touch the 
trigger and she would go off like a bomb, she just knew 
it.

Doctor Lorenzo knew this too; he was an experienced 
practitioner, but a man first. He knew all the signs of 
a woman close to orgasm: the heavy breathing, the rise 
and fall of her heaving breasts under her blouse, which 
he hadn't yet seen or touched. The movements of Karen's 
belly, lower body and thighs. No words were necessary. 

The palm of one hand slid down onto her upper thigh, 
then thumb first into the shadow of Karen's thighs and 
pressed against the opening of her pussy, rubbed 
lightly at first on her cunt lips, then up and onto her 
clitoris. His other hand carried on soothing her belly. 
He moved around the couch to her side. Pressing his 
lower body forward towards the couch, his cloth covered 
hardness came into delicious contact with the bare 
softness of Karen's outer raised thigh. Twisting his 
hand so that his palm was covering her now swollen 
clit, he crooked his finger and in an instant it had 
breached her hot cunt lips and was inside her. 

Karen exploded. Nothing else was needed. She felt the 
pressure of something hard against her thigh, but this 
lovely, lovely doctor's finger inside her hot moistness 
and his palm pressing on her clit were all that were 
necessary to bring her over the edge, to shuddering 
pleasure. She convulsed, shook violently as she came, 
gasped, cried out something, she didn't know what. 

Eyes closed, her head thumped, her hips raised 
themselves off the couch and quaked; as her hips 
dropped, she felt the sharp nudge of the enema nozzle 
inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to 
force the nozzle even deeper, amplifying the surge of 
pleasure. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving 
breasts against her crisp white blouse and she kept on 
coming and coming. She lost count of the orgasmic 
contractions in her cunt.

Doctor Lorenzo was ecstatic; now blatantly humping his 
hard, itching cock against Karen's thigh, he was 
ravaging her sopping cunt with his finger and stroking 
her belly, his eyed glued to this delicious point where 
his digit was penetrating her body, feeling the soft 
flesh inside her vagina, the point where his palm 
pressed down on her enlarged clit. As Karen's chest 
heaved, his eyes scanned the stunning fullness of her 
erect nipples outlined through her blouse. He longed to 
rip open that blouse and suck them hard into his mouth, 
bite into her flesh. 

The quaking went on and on throughout Karen's body, and 
Doctor Lorenzo's finger moved more forcefully inside 
her, squishing, bending back and forth to eke the last 
shudder out of her orgasm. 

Karen had come faster, harder and more completely than 
she could remember it ever happening before.

Doctor Lorenzo wanted to come with Karen. He was on the 
edge too, feeling the friction of the compliant 
softness of her thigh against his turgid cock, longing 
to share this precious moment of outrageous pleasure 
that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted 
the same release, to feel his seed spitting out into 
the world, or deep into Karen's body, from his sperm-
full balls and his rigid tool, but he knew he would 
have to wait a while.

As the intensity of her orgasm began to recede and her 
loud gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a different 
kind of feeling. A sudden but certain build up of 
liquid pressure in her stomach and anus made her panic 
again. She clenched her ass muscles. She needed a 
toilet, and fast! 

She opened her eyes wide, looked up to the stand with 
the dangling bag. The nozzle of the enema was still in 
her ass, but the bag was empty of its soapy liquid. She 
thought she was going explode, in a different sense of 
the word; her mind and her ass and the rest of her 
breathless, shaking body were in level ten panic state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of fear, recognised her 
immediate need. Despite being himself very close to 
drenching his silk slip with a much needed ejaculation 
against Karen's thigh, he snapped into urgent medical 
practitioner action. His own pleasure had to wait a 
while. He slipped his finger out of Karen's vagina, 
gave a last caress of fingers to her pussy lips. 

He eased the pressure of his penis against Karen's leg, 
reached around to slip the nozzle of the enema out of 
her anus. Karen felt moist blips, tiny hints of regret 
as first Doctor Lorenzo's finger abandoned her, then as 
the nozzle slipped out of her rosebud. But there was 
something much more important going on right now. She 
was ready to evacuate, and how!

Doctor Lorenzo took Karen by her upper arms, firmly but 
gently pulling her into a sitting position. Their eyes 
met for the first time in several minutes, sparkling, 
but there was professional concern in those of Doctor 
Lorenzo. No words were spoken. Karen looked down, 
smoothing her skirt down over her thighs, belatedly and 
uselessly covering her modesty. 

She was still panting from the orgasm she had just 
enjoyed, and her face was flushed and slightly 
contorted with the effort of self control; she was 
terrified of having a very unpleasant, messy accident 
right there in the consulting room. So totally 
preoccupied had she been with the amazing pleasure 
generated by the enema and Doctor Lorenzo's soothing, 
caressing hands that she had been taken quite by 
surprise at the sudden peak of pressure in her innards. 

The doctor led her, clenching her ass muscles, quickly 
towards the toilet cabinet. He pushed the door inwards 
and stepped aside to enable Karen to rush in and throw 
her bum cheeks onto the cold toilet seat, gathering her 
skirt around her waist - just as the pressure became 
too much to hold back. He switched on the light and 
closed the door without a word.

Karen, now a little breathless again as a result of the 
sprint from couch to toilet cabinet, relaxed her anal 
muscles completely, and let it all go. 

The relief was almost beyond her immediate 
comprehension. After all those weeks of tension and 
failure to assuage the painful need to empty her 
bowels, it simply poured out of her. Head back, she 
sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the w.c. 
pot, for what seemed like several minutes. Then as the 
pressure reduced and the spewing slowed down, she 
twisted around and pressed on the button of the w.c. 
cistern. 

As the water gushed into the pot with almost as much 
volume as her insides had just spewed forth, she 
clenched and unclenched her anal muscles, as though to 
try and force more to exit, to ensure that her innards 
were fully evacuated again, at long last. As she did 
that, a tiny orgasm twitched inside her vagina, causing 
her to jump, surprised inwardly at the sudden, 
delightful return of the momentarily forgotten pleasure 
in her pussy.

She sighed again, and as her breathing began to slow 
back to normal, paused to realise the enormity of what 
had just happened in the privacy of Doctor Lorenzo's 
consulting room.

Was it all a dream? Had she really gone there today, 
against her will but expecting a simple prescription 
remedy? And had she really ended up, not only 
undergoing an anal examination for the very first time 
- and by a stranger - but also submitting herself 
deliriously to a full enema conducted by her new, 
sensual doctor? And had all this eventually led her to 
a pitch of sexual excitement quite unknown in her 
previous life, brought on by the enema and the manual 
attentions of this same doctor? 

Her head was spinning. As she took a wad of toilet 
paper and began to clean herself up, she began to think 
about what she should say when she left the cabinet, 
when she had to face this adorable doctor again. She 
flushed the cistern one last time, finally stood up and 
in doing so, realised she had left her panty on the 
chair by the couch. Quick beat of the heart again, she 
pulled down and smoothed her skirt. 

Head clearing, concerned about her cleanliness, she 
went to the small wash bowl in the cabinet, and as best 
she could, washed her hands with soap and water, her 
ass and thighs the same. When this was done, she 
scrubbed her hands once more and started on her vaginal 
area, lingering a while over her pussy lips, enjoying 
the gentle stimulus as she rubbed soap and then water 
over her genital lips. 

Doctor Lorenzo's handsome face and expert hands, that 
absolutely certain bulge in his pants, its friction 
against her thigh and the memory of his lovely caresses 
were uppermost in Karen's mind as she rubbed her pussy 
lips lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even 
now of a second orgasm.

Meanwhile, during these few minutes of long overdue 
bowel relief for Karen, Doctor Lorenzo was masturbating 
furiously next door, working himself up to his very 
own, selfish, long overdue relief. 

The respectable Doctor Lorenzo was sitting behind his 
wide oak desk, his chair pushed back slightly, and 
looking across the room at the closed toilet cabinet 
door behind which Karen was emptying her guts. The 
photo of his wife and adolescent kids was flat on the 
desk. His zipper was open and he had fished his 
incredibly hard, blue veined, long but thin cock with 
its bulbous head out of his silk slip; he was fist 
fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting 
room, with Karen's panty wrapped around his cock. 

He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out 
of the toilet; he knew it wouldn't do for a new patient 
– and a shy one too, despite her submission at his 
hands – to walk in and catch him with cock in hand in 
panty. If things turned badly, his career could soon be 
in jeopardy. He knew, too, he had to be careful not to 
soil Karen's already wet panty. He pumped hard.

He heard the first flushing of the cistern, knew Karen 
now had to clean herself up, imagined her ass and 
thighs as she wiped everywhere with soft toilet paper. 
He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the swollen end 
of his knob. The eye of his cock leaked profusely, and 
he smoothed the gleaming pre-cum over it with his thumb 
as he rubbed. His head was full of images of Karen's 
swollen cunt lips, her beautiful ass and thighs. 

He wondered about her breasts, which he hadn't yet 
dared uncover, but had seen in outline under her 
blouse, nipples hard. With his free hand he reached 
into his desk drawer for a thick wad of kleenex, 
knowing he would be coming soon into the paper 
softness, wishing it could be into Karen's panty, or 
even better into her female softness instead.

Hearing the water running into the wash bowl behind the 
cabinet door, Doctor Lorenzo called out with a 
professional, concerned tone: "Are you alright, Mrs. 
Shepard?" and continued pumping his erection.

For Karen, the sound of the running water almost 
covered his question. The doctor's voice trembled a 
little, from the sexual excitement he was feeling as he 
got closer to climax, but Karen didn't notice. "If only 
he knew", thought Karen, then called out to affirm that 
she was fine. 

Doctor Lorenzo now had Karen's panty against his 
nostrils; he was getting near. 

At that instant, an enormous gush of seminal fluid 
ejected from Doctor Lorenzo's penis, into his fistful 
of kleenex. His legs jerked, and his ass left his 
leather seat, his eyes closed tight onto images of ass 
and vagina and crispy white blouse covered breasts. His 
head went back, mouth open, as the pleasure of his 
climax ripped through his balls and his cock. 

The throbbing was as intense as it had ever been in 
this situation. His reputation may have been at risk, 
but that didn't stop Doctor Lorenzo from taking risks, 
carefully calculated, of course, when he found himself 
excited to such a degree by a female patient. 
Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an 
enema, which was his specialty, which he loved. 

The doctor celebrated his ejaculation soundlessly, 
before his breathing began to calm down. The kleenex 
were soaking wet, and some of the seminal fluid began 
to seep through into his hand, as he squeezed the knob 
end hard, to drain out the last few tears of come from 
his penis, and the last few jerks of pleasure. 
Breathing hard and flushed, he quickly rolled the 
kleenex into a ball and threw it into his waste paper 
bin; he would get rid of that later, ensure that his 
assistant wouldn't see the disgusting evidence of his 
evening sexual habits when she cleaned up his room 
tomorrow.

His shrinking pecker rearranged inside his slip, his 
zipper pulled up in seconds, and the panty returned to 
the chair by the examination couch, Doctor Lorenzo, the 
highly respectable, reputable but over-sexed medical 
practitioner went quickly over to his own personal 
washbasin to make sure that he would have scrubbed his 
hands clean of all traces of cunt, cock, ass and lube, 
before Karen, also scrubbed clean, could re-enter his 
consulting room.

Inside the cabinet, Karen hurriedly rinsed and dried 
her hands again, checked her overall appearance in the 
mirror above the wash basin, straightened her clothing 
as best she could. Aware that she was still flushed and 
over-excited, feeling naked under her skirt, her heart 
had started beating fast again. She grasped the door 
handle and pulled, thus returning to the brightness of 
Doctor Lorenzo's consulting room, where Doctor Lorenzo 
was seated behind his oak desk. She was greeted by the 
same winning smile. Doctor Lorenzo was calm again and 
had reverted to character. "I sincerely hope you are 
feeling better now, Mrs. Shepard."

Not struggling to find her words at all now, Karen 
replied: "Oh yes Doctor Lorenzo, much much better. I 
can't tell you how much."

Doctor Lorenzo understood. "I can guess... I said it 
would be alright, didn't I? Not at all painful... even 
pleasurable... do you agree, finally?"

"Absolutely" replied Karen, a little breathlessly. "I 
have to admit, I was very nervous about coming to see 
you... or any doctor, about this... but finally, well, 
it was just fine... pleasurable... dare I say: 
exciting." 

Then: " I do hope that none of it has caused you any 
discomfort... gives you cause for complaint... 
distress... doubts about the whole thing..." His dark 
eye brows were slightly furrowed. Doctor Lorenzo still 
had to be careful about his professional position and 
his career.

"Not at all" replied Karen. "It was... really... very 
nice... and a great relief."

Approaching the doctor's desk, she bent down to recover 
her handbag on the floor by the leather chair where 
this adventure had all started. She thought again about 
her panty, still on the chair beside the couch, but 
decided not to make a show of getting it back; she 
wanted to leave as quickly as possible, and with 
whatever was left of her dignity. Ideas were taking 
shape in her mind.

Doctor Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each 
other with smiling eyes. But neither of them was to 
broach the subject of the doctor's caresses on Karen's 
belly, his manipulation of her clitoris, the invasion 
of his expert rigid finger into her wet vagina and the 
obviously pure pleasure she had enjoyed throughout her 
first enema experience, as she surrendered herself to 
it all, and finished with probably the most intense 
climax she had ever felt in her life. 

And Karen had no idea of what the doctor had been doing 
all the time she had been preoccupied with her bowel 
evacuation and her intimate cleansing. She did however, 
glance down at Doctor Lorenzo's crotch as he stood up; 
was that a moist patch she saw on the front of his 
pants?

Doctor Lorenzo: "I'll tell you something else, Mrs. 
Shepard...Karen: enemas are not simply a means of 
relieving physical problems...bowel inactivity, 
blockages such as yours. They are often used as a means 
of enhancing sexual gratification. Between couples in 
the intimacy of their own homes and so on... if you'd 
like to know more, you can find plenty of information 
on the internet... or you are welcome to come and see 
me again... anytime."

Karen's furrowed brows must have indicated the surprise 
and doubt she was feeling about what the doctor was 
saying.

"Really... look at a few websites... you'll see what I 
mean," he said finally, smiling as ever, with his 
bedside manner smile. Then, handing her a card which 
Karen noticed had a mobile telephone number as well as 
that of his consultancy: "Either way, call me for an 
appointment, should you have any cause for concern in 
the future – this problem or any other. If my 
consultancy happens to be closed, feel free to use my 
mobile number. It won't be a problem for me to call and 
see you at home."

A thought flashed through Karen's head as she gazed 
into those blue eyes: "I'd really like to see that 
bedside manner smile alongside my own bed one of these 
days. Or better still – in it."  But of course it was 
just fantasy.

Doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke 
what seemed to have been a long silence: "My secretary 
will deal with the paperwork tomorrow. In the meantime, 
Karen, relax and enjoy your new found freedom. You 
should be able to get back to normal... bowel activity 
from now on."

As Doctor Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting 
room, to the exit, Karen had many other thoughts 
spinning around in her head - not least of which that 
she still wore no panty. But first things first. The 
panty could wait; she had plenty of others at home. She 
accepted the doctor's cool, squeaky-clean hand firmly 
into hers, felt his squeeze, bringing back memories of 
erotic slippery caresses on her belly again. They 
smiled knowingly at each other and parted at the top of 
the stairs leading down to the street.

Doctor Lorenzo watched Karen's attractive, shapely 
figure descend, thinking to himself: "She left her 
panty. She'll be back. What a fabulous ass."

Then: "I must call Sandie and thank her for the 
recommendation," before turning back to his consulting 
room to do a little important housekeeping at the end 
of the working day.

Karen skipped down the stairs to the street, ran as 
fast as she could to her car, feeling the cool evening 
air wafting onto her nakedness under her skirt and 
calming the burning in her face. She just knew she was 
moist again down there. Fumbling for the key in her 
handbag and unlocking the car door, she plopped into 
the driver's seat, felt the soft cloth against her bare 
ass. She grabbed her own mobile phone from her handbag 
and began to dial Larry's number, fingers trembling. 

"First things first," she spoke aloud, with a warm glow 
of intense and relieved anticipation as she waited for 
Larry to reply.

END

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