As I tried to read an old article in one of the magazines I took notice of the girl sitting with her mother. Very cute face, slim body in a sundress and sandals, seven or eight with a big grin as she saw me peeking over the pages at her. I smiled and hid behind the magazine. When I looked up again she was crossing her legs, scooting up to put her feet on the edge of the chair. Mom was engrossed in a food magazine so I peeked again. As I peeked, she grinned and I looked away, looked back to catch her eye for a split second before she turned away again, playfully smiling. We kept playing sneak and peek for a bit then she got a mischievous grin on her face and spread her knees. Oh man, what a pantie shot she was giving and she knew it, a coy smile on her lips now, eyes peering at me.

Next thing I notice is her hand creeping over a soft thigh to touch those self-same panties, finger lightly stroking over the twin bulges stretching the soft material of her undies. Oh my, what a sight. I glanced up and she smiled impishly, fingers wiggling, me looking like a barn owl with eyes wide and mouth hanging open. I glanced at mom and found her engrossed with her reading, thankfully. I turned to watch the little girl play with herself.

She'd slid part of her hand underneath a legband and a small, finger sized bulge appeared. Then it disappeared. Holy Cowper's Glands, Batman, she had her finger inside! I stared wantonly as a small bulge poked at her panty gusset and disappeared again. She grinned when she caught my eye, then looked down between her spread knees again, her finger sliding in and out. I was fascinated watching the motion of the muscles under the soft skin of her forearm, moving her finger in and out. When she started rocking her hips in time with her fingering I got real interested. That's when the nurse came around the corner.

"Mr. Miller?" she asked. I scooted around in the chair to get my bad knee straight before I stood up, holding the magazine on my lap, getting one last quick look at the young girl. She'd closed her legs and was sitting calmly like she had not a care in the world, the slight hint of a catbird smile stretching her lips.

"Doctor's ready for you, Mr Miller. If you would come this way," the nurse intoned.

Shakily I got up, holding the magazine to hide a huge boner, turned a little to see the girl gazing up at me with a big smile. Grinning saucily, she stuck her stink-finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. I cleared my throat to cover my panting air out of my lungs to prevent an embarrassing accident in my shorts. Damn! This was going to be a memory to hold onto for a good while if I didn't get cramps from it.

"So doctor's going to be checking your knee today?" the nurse asked pleasantly as she showed me into the exam room. "Go ahead and take your pants off and have a seat on the table. Doctor will be with you in a few minutes." She turned away and a moment later heard her call out, "Margaret? Your turn to see doctor now. Come with me. You know, you're prettier every time I see you. And you're getting so big!" There was a sweet giggle that I found terribly enticing.

So there I am sitting on the exam table on that crinkly paper when I hear the next room's door open and close.

"Well hi there, Margaret. What can I do for you today?" Dr. Anders asks in his professional voice through the thin wall. "How about we start by listening to your breathing."

I try not to imagine what Margaret looks like, sitting sweetly, totally naked under her thin paper gown, the doctor putting his hands on her soft, smooth flesh. It's really too much a thing to ask to keep relaxed, what with the voices coming through plain as day, the sight of Margaret poking her pussy just for fun a few minutes before still burning pathways in my brain.

"Okay, try to blow out the light," he says and I can actually hear her trying to do just that. Once , then again and again. "Very good. Now hold still while I look to see if you're growing potatoes in these cute little ears of yours." ......(cont)