He was the best looking thing that I had seen in years. The word gorgeous came immediately to my mind. It warmed me up just looking at him. Oh God, to be a lieutenant again and work his examining room.
"Major, the new doctor has arrived," said Cyndi, who was the age I wanted to be and had the body I used to have.
"So I see," I said, "and why are all my nurses suddenly crowded around staring at him?" Of course I knew the answer to that question.
I was in command of the nurses, all three of them, at the Schofield Barracks dispensary where a dozen medical officers provided out-patient care for the 25th Division's twenty odd thousand men and their dependents. I'd been an army nurse for fifteen years and I liked my job. When I was the age of the gals who worked for me this new young and very handsome doctor would have stimulated me to crowd around and gawk just like my girls were doing.
"Okay gals, back to work. I'll show Captain Allen the ropes and handle his examining room today." I was wishing that I were fifteen years younger and fifteen pounds lighter. I wasn't bad looking, you understand, and I had the boobs to go with the hips and my face was as good as it had always been, but still, I wasn't what I had been at twenty-five.
"Good morning Doctor Allen, welcome to Schofield Barracks," I said.
"Thank you Major Calloway," he said glancing at my nametag. "It's good to be here. You probably know I just finished my internship at Tripler. It will be nice to work regular hours for a change."
"I'll show you our shop and introduce you around. I'll be working your examining room today."
I proceeded with a tour of our facilities, which included a good lab and x-ray rooms. Patients who needed more complex services were shipped to Tripler Hospital, better known as "the pink palace on the hill." I introduced our staff and my three young nurses, wondering to myself which one would catch this handsome devil. All of the dependents were seen in our dispensary as well as most of the officers. The enlisted men had sick call at smaller dispensaries scattered around the base. After hours we saw everyone here.
Our morning was routine and I came to appreciate the decisive and careful work of our new physician. He saw patients quickly, but did not seem to rush them. He was thorough. Things were going well when the clerk motioned me into an office.
"She's here again," the clerk whispered to me and I could tell from the look on the clerk's face who she was talking about. It had to be Clara Brown, wife of Colonel Brown, medical officer commanding all of the medical facilities at Schofield. Mrs. Brown was a fifty something over-weight lady with dyed hair and an obsessive need to have pelvic examinations. She showed up every couple of months with a complaint in her lower abdomen that inevitably led the doctor to perform a vaginal examination, which she seemed to enjoy enormously. The doctors joked about it with my nurses and even, on occasion, with me.
"I'll take her," I said. I was always afraid she wouldn't get exactly the friendly efficient service she expected and would complain to her husband. That was the last thing our staff needed. Well, I thought, I might as well initiate Dr. Allen to the real world of army medicine. I took her thick medical record into his office and put it on the desk where he was sitting.
He looked at the thick chart. "Problem patient?"
"Well, sorta," I said with a smile. "Check out her last half dozen visits."
He flipped expertly through the chart, at first puzzled. Then he smiled and checked out a few more things in the record. He looked up at me.
"Some sort of initiation? Every new doc gets to see the Colonel's lady?"
I nodded. "They kind of rotate her."
"Okay, send her in." He said it with a half smile and a sigh of resignation.
I showed Mrs. Brown into his office and ten minutes later he came out and asked me to drape her for a pelvic exam. As I went to set her up I saw my nurses whispering and giggling like school girls. I had a good idea what they were saying. I was kinda thinking it myself.
Dr. Allen did a standard pelvic exam using the warm speculum I handed him. Then he began the digital, putting two fingers of his left hand into her vagina and his right hand on her lower abdomen for bimanual palpation. Mrs. Brown had lay there motionless until this moment. But now she began a gentle humping motion with her hips riding his fingers. It was shameless, but I had seen her do it before with the other doctors who always got embarrassed and hurried to complete their examinations.
Then Dr. Allen did something I didn't expect. He lowered his left thumb on to her clitoris so that the motion of her hips caused her clitoris to rub against his thumb.
