For the first two days after the appointment, Nicole felt a rare sense of peace. The explosive orgasm had successfully drained the agonizing tension that had been building up for months. But by the third day, the calm vanished, replaced by a roaring, insatiable hunger.
Sitting on her living room sofa, she found herself completely unable to focus on anything else. Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel the phantom sensation of Mike’s thick, strong fingers sliding inside her, stretching her, and the heavy, commanding friction of his thumb against her clitoris. Her pregnancy hormones had bounced back with a vengeance, and the memory of that professional-turned-sensual touch was making her ache worse than before.
She looked at the calendar. Three weeks and four days left until her next appointment. It felt like an absolute eternity.
Before her rational mind could talk her out of it, Nicole grabbed her phone. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she dialled the clinic's number.
"Hi, yes, my name is Nicole Vance," she said to the receptionist, her voice tight with a mix of anxiety and excitement. "I have an appointment scheduled for three weeks from now, but I've been experiencing some... persistent tightness and pressure. I was wondering if Dr. Mike had any openings sooner? Perhaps this coming weekend?"
After a agonizing moment of keyboard clacking, the receptionist spoke. "We actually just had a cancellation for Saturday morning at 10:00 AM. Would you like to take that, Nicole?"
"Yes," Nicole said, a breathless smile spreading across her face. "Yes, please. That works perfectly."
As she hung up, a shiver of pure anticipation raced down her spine. She had just bought herself a ticket back to Mike's examination table, and she could only imagine what those big hands would do this time.
Saturday morning arrived, and the waiting room felt hotter than usual. Nicole sat on the edge of her seat, her pulse racing as she waited for her name to be called. When the nurse finally ushered her into the familiar examination room, Dr. Mike walked in just a moment later, looking imposing and immaculately professional in a fresh pair of charcoal-grey scrubs.
"Good morning, Nicole," Mike said, his deep baritone as steady and calm as ever. He reviewed her file on his tablet, his expression completely unreadable, as if their intense encounter a week ago had never even happened. "I see you requested to move your seven-month check-up forward to today."
"Yes, Dr. Mike," Nicole murmured, her throat suddenly dry.
"Alright. Let's get you set up first," he said smoothly, gesturing toward the back of the room. "Go ahead behind the curtain, slip off your trousers and underwear, and lay back on the medical bed with your feet in the stirrups. I'll give you a few minutes."
Nicole nodded and hurried behind the fabric partition. Her hands were shaking with a mix of nerves and raw anticipation as she stepped out of her clothes. She climbed onto the high table, sliding her hips to the very edge, and settled her heels into the cold, metal stirrups. Fully exposed, she could already feel a familiar, slick warmth pooling between her thighs.
"I'm ready, Doctor," she called out, her voice slightly breathless.
The curtain parted, and Mike stepped inside, snapping a fresh pair of latex gloves onto his large hands. He pulled the rolling stool up between her legs, but before he reached for the medical gel, he leaned back slightly and locked his dark eyes onto hers.
"So, Nicole, let's talk about why you brought this appointment forward," Mike said, his tone perfectly clinical, yet his gaze was intensely focused. "The receptionist noted you were experiencing some tightness and pressure. Tell me what's going on."
Nicole swallowed hard, gripping the vinyl edges of the table. There was no turning back now.
"Well... the pressure I'm feeling is the same as last time," she confessed, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. "I tried to manage it at home, but I've just been getting completely sexually frustrated again. And I remembered what you told me at my last visit—about how that kind of prolonged stress and cortisol isn't healthy for the baby's development. I didn't want to risk waiting a whole month."
A slow, heavy silence filled the cubicle. Then, the professional mask Mike wore slipped just an inch. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips, his eyes darkening with an unmistakable, heated warmth. He understood exactly why she was here.
"I see," Mike murmured, his deep voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble that sent a powerful shiver straight to her core. He rested his large, gloved hands gently against the sensitive skin of her inner knees. "Maternal stress is indeed a serious matter, Nicole. Let's see what I can do to help you and the baby relieve that tension today."
Mike reached for the bottle of clear medical lubricant, his large gloved hands catching the light. Nicole’s heart hammered furiously against her ribs. She looked at the smooth, sterile latex, and then up at his broad chest, a sudden wave of daring taking over her.
"Dr. Mike?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
He paused, looking up at her with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, Nicole?"
"Could you... would it be alright if you did it without the gloves this time?" she asked nervously, her face burning hot. "I just... I want to feel your actual hands."
Mike stared at her for a beat, his dark eyes locked onto hers. Then, a slow, knowing smile spread across his handsome face. "Of course," he murmured softly. "Whatever makes you feel more comfortable."
He gripped the cuffs of the latex gloves and snapped them off, tossing them into the bin. Nicole watched, transfixed, as he dispensed a generous amount of the warm gel directly onto his bare, massive hands. His skin was smooth and dark against the clear lubricant.
He leaned forward, and the moment his bare fingers made contact with her sensitive inner thighs, Nicole gasped. The warmth of his skin was immediate, a stark contrast to the sterile latex from before. Mike parted her wet lips and smoothly slid his long index finger deep inside her. A moment later, he added a second finger, stretching her beautifully.
"You're incredibly slick, Nicole," Mike rumbled, his voice thick with desire as he began a slow, rhythmic pumping motion.
For a couple of minutes, the room was filled with the heavy sound of Nicole’s ragged breathing and the wet friction of his fingers expertly working inside her. She arched her hips, completely lost in the sensation of his bare skin massaging her G-spot.
Just as the tension began to wind tight within her, Mike suddenly shifted his position on the stool. He leaned his head down between her widely parted thighs.
Nicole’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the sudden, shocking heat of Mike’s wet tongue press directly against her engorged clitoris.
The combined sensation of his bare fingers pacing inside her and his warm tongue lapping at her clitoris drove Nicole over the edge within seconds. Her body coiled tight, her toes curling inside the metal stirrups as a sudden, violent climax gripped her entire pelvis.
With a loud, broken cry, Nicole arched her back off the table. A heavy, intense wave of fluid erupted from her, squirting directly into Mike’s mouth and across his lips. Her inner muscles clamped fiercely around his fingers as wave after wave of the intense orgasm pulsed through her.
As the rushing in her ears began to fade and her breathing slowed to ragged gasps, a familiar wave of mortification washed over her. She realized exactly what had just happened.
"Oh my god," Nicole stammered, her face burning a deep crimson as she looked down at him. "Dr. Mike, I am so sorry... I didn't mean to do that..."
She braced herself for a cold, clinical reaction, but as Mike sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his large hand, Nicole caught something unexpected. A slow, subtle smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and his dark eyes held a distinct look of satisfaction and pride. He looked thoroughly pleased with the effect his bare hands and tongue had on her body.
The moment lasted only a second before Mike’s professional composure smoothly slid back into place.
"There is absolutely no need to apologize, Nicole," Mike said, his voice returning to its steady, clinical baritone as he stood up and walked to the sink to wash his hands and rinse his mouth. "As we discussed, a full release is exactly what your body needed to lower those stress levels. It's not a problem at all."
He grabbed a towel, dried his hands, and gestured toward the curtain.
"The examination is complete, and everything looks perfectly healthy. Go ahead and put your clothes back on, and meet me out at the desk."
Nicole nodded breathlessly, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of the climax. She quickly dressed, her mind spinning with a mix of lingering embarrassment and a deep, electric thrill.
When she stepped out to the desk, Mike was already entering his notes into the computer. He looked up, giving her a polite, professional nod.
"Alright, Nicole, we have you all set," he said smoothly. "We've scheduled your official seven-month check-up for three weeks from today. Keep monitoring your symptoms, and try to keep that stress down."
"Thank you, Dr. Mike," Nicole said, meeting his gaze for just a fraction of a second, seeing the faint, knowing glint still lingering in his eyes.
She turned and walked out of the clinic into the morning air, her heart pounding with anticipation for what would happen in three weeks' time.
