The waiting room hallway hummed with quiet tension. Antiseptic sting in the air. Clock hit 1:30 pm. I sat there, digesting lunch. Arm itched from the morning blood draw. Scratched it absently. Then—flash. Shit. Forgot my panties. White skirt, loose above knees. Black top clung tight to my tits. No undies. Cheeks flamed red. Wanted to bolt. Door creaked open. She appeared. Smile lit her face. ‘Aurore?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Come on, it’s our turn.’ Her voice casual, intimate. Relief flooded me. Woman doctor. Stunning. Early forties. Brunette. Slim. Mischievous eyes. That endless smile. Voice soothed instantly. Walked graceful. Blouse parted over dress. Legs gleamed, tanned smooth. We slipped into her office. Door clicked shut. Light filtered under it from the hall. Faint voices outside. She sat at desk. I faced her. Routine questions. Health. Food. Quit smoking. Then: ‘Time for the real stuff. Undress to undies. Lie on the table behind you.’ No screen. Heart raced. Why you? I looked younger than 22 maybe. Hurried anyway. Top off. Papers rustled. Felt her eyes. Peeking over sheets? Skirt slid down legs. Naked. Bare pussy shaved smooth. Climbed table. Paper crinkled under ass. Silence thick. She approached. Footsteps soft on creaky floorboards. Professional hands. Stethoscope cold on chest. Goosebumps. Back next. Shiver. She giggled low. ‘Sorry, cold. Breathe deep.’ Heart hammered. ‘Emotional?’ ‘Yeah.’ Not just nerves. Naked. Exposed. Her touch electric. Palmed belly. Ticked. Writhed. ‘Ticklish too!’ Laughed soft. Lay back. Pussy damp now. ‘Blood pressure next.’ Cuff squeezed arm. Her cleavage spilled. Perfect tits. Free view. She broke quiet. ‘No panties, huh?’ Acted surprised. Liar. ‘Nope.’ ‘Rare for young women.’ ‘Not really.’ ‘Brave for exam like this.’ ‘Shock you?’ ‘No! I go commando often. Nice in heat.’ Paused. Smiled wicked. ‘Never?’ ‘Never. Except periods. Or exams. Forgot today.’ ‘Ha! See that.’ Blushed hard. Her free hand grazed thigh top. Fingers trailed lazy. Up inner thigh. Over mound. Pubes gone. To tits. Down again. ‘Skin so soft.’ Eyes sparkled naughty. I melted. ‘Mmm… don’t stop, Doctor.’ ‘Pussy’s soaked. Likes it.’ Fingers dipped in. Rubbed clit. I spread legs. Eyes shut. Moans muffled. Table creaked faint. Light sliver under door. Voices outside? Her lips met mine. Soft. Tongue slipped. Came hard. Bucked. Waves crashed. Panting. She pulled back. ‘13.7 tension. Perfect. Dress. I’ll fill your file.’ Dream? Dressed slow. Her gaze open now. Bold. Slipped on heels. ‘Love those shoes. Rue M boutique?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘Friend’s shop. I go lots.’ ‘Maybe meet there?’ ‘Pleasure, Aurore.’ Name purred nice. Formalities done. Moist handshake. Door opened. Smiles shared. Complicity burned. ‘Good day, Aurore.’ ‘Thanks, Doctor. Bye.’ Hall empty. Heart thumped wild. Stairs down. No one crossed. Secret locked tight. Grinned all way home.