"No... No, you can't..." The patient says his desire is a little too strong and wants me to use my body to help him for a medical checkup. He then makes me lose myself in the moment in just a few moves...

"How does that feel… is it good?" A male patient had me pinned against the bed, my legs spread wide. He told me he struggled with ejaculatory dysfunction, and after visiting several clinics with no success, he wanted me to help him more intimately.

My name was Yvonne Miller. I was a twenty-eight-year-old married woman who still retained my charming physique. My looks and my figure turned heads wherever I went, especially thanks to my voluptuous figure and my pair of lavish bequests.

What was unusual about me was that I ran a men's clinic. It wasn't a big place, but new patients were always showing up thanks to word on the street.

That morning, I hurried to the clinic during the morning rush like always.

The subway was packed so tight there was barely any space to stand. As soon as the doors closed, I was pressed into a corner by a man behind me. Every time the train jerked or slowed, he ended up bumping into my rear repeatedly.

After just a few stops, I could sense him getting excited. Instead of backing off after the first few times, his movements grew more bold as he pressed in closer.

At the next station, even more people squeezed onto the train, and soon, I was completely surrounded. His body was right up against mine, and the fabric of my skirt was the only thing between us as he rubbed against me…

"Ah…" I couldn't stop myself from letting out a soft gasp.

As the man behind rubbed against me, he sparked a fire inside me, heat spreading over my skin until I could hardly catch my breath. Maybe he heard my gasps, because he started moving in sync with me, his hand even drifting toward my waist, as if he was testing me.

My whole body turned to jelly. I leaned against the door, breathing hard.

I had never felt so alive.

After years of marriage, my husband, Ken, just wasn't interested in that anymore. No matter what I tried, nothing seemed to work.

They said that women become ravenous in their thirties and forties, and I was yet to hit that age range, but it had been ages since I had truly felt satisfied. On top of that, it was my ovulation period, and lately, my body seemed to be on fire with passion almost every day.

Pressed up against the man behind me, I let myself enjoy that fleeting rush. Instead of stopping him, I followed my instincts, lowering my waist and shifting my hips slightly to meet his rhythm.

The burning desire within me came alight, and the void under my skirt felt as though it had been filled up. The tension between my legs was almost unbearable.

The next second, his warm hand slid along the inside of my thigh, caressing as if under some kind of spell as he touched every inch of my skin.

My heart was pounding, my breathing shaky. My legs nearly gave out, and if I hadn't been squeezed into that corner, I probably would have collapsed.

Biting my lip and hidden by the crowd, I let my knees drift apart just a bit.

When he saw I wasn't resisting, he got bolder. His hand would sometimes explore, sometimes squeeze, sometimes knead. Once he had finished his exploration, his hand traveled upward, tracing along my thigh. His fingers felt magical, and everywhere they touched would make me want even more of him.

A low, rough voice brushed against my ear, each word carried on a hot breath that sent shivers down my spine. It was burning me up with excitement and thrill. "My dear, you've got such a tempting body. I bet you want it really bad, don't you? Why don't you let me give it a try? I promise you'll love it…"

The next moment, his fingers brushed lightly over my soaked underwear, teasing me for a few seconds before slipping boldly beneath the fabric, reaching that forbidden place.

I couldn't hold it back anymore. My hand reached behind me and grabbed his. "You can't touch me there…"

A wave of embarrassment and excitement swept through me. My strength was nearly gone, but I still slowly pressed my legs together.

I was terrified I would lose control right there in the crowded subway. In my panic, my hand accidentally brushed against his crotch.

"What's wrong? Can't hold back anymore?"

I quickly pulled my hand away, but even so, the sensation startled me. Despite years of experience in my field, I was caught off guard.

I finally gave up resisting. Tilting my head back, I let out shaky breaths, allowing him to do as he pleased…

The subway soon reached the next station. People rushed to get on and off, making the car even more chaotic. As I left the train, I glanced over my shoulder to catch a look at the man behind me. Even through his clothes, I could see the clear outline of his bulging muscles.

But what truly caught my eye was the shape in his pants. Even though he tried to cover it with his hand, the way his trousers were pulled tight made it impossible not to notice.

After leaving the station, I made my way to the clinic with my legs pressed together. The sudden quietness made my whole body feel like it was on fire. At that moment, all my restraint disappeared.

I left the clinic door half-closed. My mind was racing with all sorts of feverish images. I walked into the exam room, unable to control myself. Then, I undressed and lay down on the bed, letting my hands wander, and my legs squeezed tightly together as I let lust guide my way.

I replayed the subway encounter again in my mind. That man was so much more exciting than Ken. Just remembering it left me dizzy with desire. If only I could really experience him on a more personal level…

I brought my fingers to my mouth, my breathing growing heavier. I rolled on the bed, shifting into different positions, caught up in sensations I had never felt before.

Right when I was completely lost in the moment, the door into the exam room creaked open.

I was lying on my stomach, hips raised, my hand wedged between my legs with my fingers wet. To make matters worse, my bare body was facing right toward the door.

And the person who walked in was none other than the man from the subway!

I froze, holding that position and unable to move as if time itself had stopped. I looked at him through the space between my legs.

He was dressed just the same as before, but now, the detail between his legs that had drawn my gaze previously was less pronounced.

He swallowed hard, the sound breaking the silence and awkward atmosphere.

"Sorry, I should have knocked…" he mumbled nervously, quickly closing the door before I could say a word.

It was strange. He hadn't seemed shy at all on the subway.

Honestly, seeing him again made my heart race. Part of me almost hoped he would come back in and take control.

Just as I wanted to let out a sigh, the door opened again. I turned my head around and realized that this time, it was Ken. "Yvonne, what are you doing? Hurry up and get dressed…"

That burning sensation inside me hadn't faded. I wrapped myself around Ken's arm while still naked, trying to tease him a little, but he didn't react at all.

"Come on, stop playing around. I've brought my friend here for a checkup. Can you take a look?" Ken left the exam room without a second glance after saying that.

I cursed under my breath, wondering how I ever ended up with such a useless man. With my looks and figure, there were plenty of men who would do anything to get their hands on a woman like me. What a waste…

Once I got dressed, I splashed cold water on my face a few times before finally stepping out of the room.

Just meeting that man's eyes brought back all the memories from the subway. His gaze was so intense, it felt like he could see right through me. I quickly looked away, but that same mix of shame and excitement rushed over me again.

"Yvonne, this is my good friend, Gary Porter. I'm sure I've mentioned him before… He's had some unusual issues lately and can't ejaculate, and nothing seems to help. Since you specialize in this field, I thought maybe you could take a look…" Ken said.

"Sometimes, after I get worked up, it won't go away for hours unless someone gives me a hand…" Gary added, and as he spoke, I couldn't help but notice the way his pants were straining right in front of me at this moment. The sight made me bite my lip, my face burning with embarrassment.

"Yvonne, I know you have a lot of experience treating this kind of issue. You have to help my friend out no matter what it takes," Ken said, grinning. But there was something about the way he said it that made me think he had a hidden agenda.

"It's all right, Ken. I trust your wife's skills. She's well known around here. Just look at her. I can tell she keeps you in good shape," Gary joked.

"All you do is fool around… All right, I need to go now. Don't give her any trouble, you hear?" Ken replied half-jokingly and was going to leave the clinic after he explained everything, but their conversation left me on edge immediately.

Did Ken know something?

If they had arrived together, there was a real chance Ken had seen what had happened on the subway…

"Don't worry, Ken, she's your wife. I won't cross the line and make things too difficult for her…" Gary answered, though that wasn't at all how he had acted earlier in the subway.

Once Ken left, there were just the two of us. The suspense in the room suddenly thickened.

"Should I get checked out first?" Gary asked. Before I could respond, he walked straight into the exam room. That was when I remembered something and jumped from my seat, hurrying after him.

On the exam bed, the evidence of my earlier moment was still there. When I entered, Gary was already lying on the bed, his eyes bright as he pressed his face to the sheets, greedily taking a deep breath.

"Yvonne, Ken never did satisfy you, did he?" Gary asked.

I froze, but Gary had already come up behind me, locked the door behind us, and wrapped his arms tightly around me. "What a shame for someone with a body like yours. I can't help but envy him…"

His warm hands started to explore my body, as if he meant to give me a full exam himself.

My body responded almost immediately. Gary took my hand and pressed it to his waist. At some point, he had already taken off his clothes, and the intensity of his need was overwhelming as his powerful scent was making it hard for me to breathe.

Almost without thinking, my hand slid lower down his waist. Gary's breathing grew heavy. "Yeah… Right there. Please help me out, Yvonne. I really can't take it anymore…"