She Checked Everything Erotic Story
He came in for a routine knee check.
But when the clinic was quiet, and the doctor said “Lie back,”
nothing about the exam felt routine anymore.
She checked everything — slowly, thoroughly… and twice.
The clinic was almost too quiet.
The kind of quiet that made every sound feel too loud. My sneakers on the floor. The soft buzz of fluorescent lights. The beat of my own heart as I waited, alone.
The receptionist had already left. It was just me.
And then—click.
The exam room door opened, and she stepped out.
White coat. Black pants. Tight ponytail. Confident.
She looked right at me. “Next one.”
I stood. Swallowed. Nodded.
She didn’t introduce herself. Just turned and walked down the hallway. I followed.
Her hips moved like a rhythm. Subtle but certain. She knew I was watching. Or maybe she didn’t care. Maybe she wanted me to.
We entered the exam room, and the door clicked shut behind me.
She faced me. Her voice calm, even. “Knee follow-up, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Still a little stiff.”
She looked me over. Not just my leg.
“Take off your shoes and pants.”
Direct. No pause. Like she’d done this a thousand times. Like this was routine. But nothing about the way she looked at me felt routine.
I obeyed. Sat on the table. Waited.
She pulled on gloves. Snapped them in place.
Then she knelt.
Right between my legs.
Her fingers were warm even through the gloves. She pressed along my thigh, my knee, the tendons. Testing. Measuring. Watching how I reacted.
“Any pain here?” she asked, pressing a little higher.
“No,” I said. Not pain. Something else.
She stayed there, her hands still. Her gaze lifted to meet mine.
“You’re tense.”
I smiled. “You’re kneeling between my legs.”
“So?”
“You don’t think that makes a guy feel something?”
Her lips curved. Slightly.
She didn’t answer. Just stood.
“Lie back.”
I did.
She rolled up beside me on a stool. Her gloved hands moved back to my thigh. Then higher.
She looked focused. Calm. But something in her eyes flickered.
“Relax,” she said. “Let me do my job.”
My heart was already pounding.
She slid her fingers under the waistband of my boxers. Testing muscles. Ligaments.
“You’re responding well,” she murmured.
“Is that a medical term?”
Her eyes met mine again. Slower this time.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Good.”
She pulled my boxers down, exposing me. Her gaze dipped, lingered. No shame. No rush.
She touched me again—this time with skin. She’d removed her gloves. I hadn’t even noticed.
Her hand was warm. Sure. She wrapped her fingers around me, slow. One stroke. Then another.
I groaned.
She climbed up onto the table, straddling me. Her coat stayed on. Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal black lace.
She didn’t speak. Just stroked me, steady, watching every reaction.
Then she leaned in. Her mouth was close to my ear.
“I need to check your range of motion.”
I swallowed. Nodded.
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She shifted, sliding one hand down, guiding me. Her body was already wet. Warm. She lowered herself onto me, inch by inch.
My hands grabbed her hips. I couldn’t stop the moan that left my throat.
She moved slow. Deep. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Her hands pressed to my chest. Her breath on my neck.
“You like that?”
“Fuck, yes.”
She rode me harder. Her pace picking up. Her thighs slapping against mine.
“Good,” she whispered.
I grabbed her ass, pulled her closer. She gasped. Her head dropped forward, hair brushing my skin.
“I’m close,” I said.
“Let go.”
And I did.
My body tightened. My hips pushed up. I filled her, groaning, teeth clenched. She didn’t stop moving. Just slowed it down.
She leaned in and kissed me—soft and wet. Then pulled back. Her eyes on mine.
“Still tense,” she said. “Might need another round.”
“I’m not complaining.”
She smiled. A real one this time.
She climbed off and stood beside the table. Slowly pulled off her coat. Then her shirt. The bra followed.
I sat up. Reached for her. She let me.
I kissed her breasts. Her stomach. Her thighs. She moaned—quiet but real.
Then she pushed me back down.
“Stay.”
She lowered herself again. This time slower. She rode me with control. With purpose.
I watched every move. Her body moving above mine. Her nipples hard. Her eyes locked to mine.
She placed my hands on her hips.
“Touch me. Use me.”
I did.
We moved together, hard and deep. She leaned down, whispering into my ear as I fucked up into her.
“Yes. Right there. Just like that.”
She came first—shaking, gasping, clutching my shoulders. I followed right after, lost in her, lost in the moment.
We stayed like that. Our bodies tangled. Our breaths slowing.
Finally, she climbed off. Got dressed without a word.
She handed me a paper towel. A grin in her eyes.
“Clean up. Follow-up in two weeks. Same time.”
I pulled on my pants, still dazed.
“Is this… normal?” I asked.
She turned at the door. Smiled.
“No. But you’re not just any patient.”
She paused. “Next time, bring wine.”
Then she was gone.
I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. My body still warm, buzzing.
As I left the exam room, I noticed a slip of paper on the counter.
It wasn’t a prescription. Just a note. Handwritten.
Room 204. Same building. Thursday. Midnight.
My heart skipped. I folded the paper carefully. Pocketed it like it was something sacred.
I walked out of the clinic slower than I walked in.
The parking lot was empty. Streetlights flickering. The world quiet again. But everything felt different.
I leaned against my car and breathed in the night.
In my head, I kept replaying it.
The sound of her breath. The weight of her on me. The way she looked when she said, “Touch me.”
No games. No pretending. Just two bodies. Need. Control.
The week passed slowly.
I kept looking at the note in my pocket. Touching it. Reading the words like they might change.
Thursday came.
I showed up early.
The building was quiet again. Just like before. Except now, it felt like something else. Something secret.
I walked the hallway slowly. Room 204.
The door was cracked open.
Dim light inside. A soft glow. A couch. A single chair. A lamp.
She stood by the window.
No coat. Just a black dress. Tight. Elegant. Dangerous.
She turned, her eyes meeting mine.
“Close the door.”
I did.
She walked toward me, heels silent on the floor. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing my cheek.
“No questions,” she whispered. “Just follow.”
And I did.
That night, she didn’t rush.
She undressed me slowly. Made me stand still. Watched me.
Then she pushed me back onto the couch.
Straddled me. Took her time.
We didn’t speak much. Didn’t need to.
Just skin. Mouth. Fingers. Movement. Moans.
Over and over.
Until neither of us could breathe.
Until she collapsed on top of me, sweaty and gasping.
We stayed like that.
And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
She whispered in my ear, one last time, as I started to drift.
“You’re mine now.”
And I believed her.
Because she’d checked everything.
Even my heart.
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