"Hey, mister..."
I grinned and turned around to face the door opposite my flat. My prick had been anticipating her shout-out long before I'd heard her voice... it was at half-mast when I was opening the door, and began to inflate at the sound of her voice. Then again, I guess you could say I was expecting this. After all, I'd heard her parents leave the house with their luggage earlier in the morning, and much as I tried to carry on as if nothing was about to happen, I'd really spent the next hour or so going in and out of my flat, waiting for her to call me over.
I saw her cheeky smile at the open door. Her hair had been put up, and she was wearing a new pair of glasses. They made her look less geeky. Or maybe I should say she just looked a lot perkier than she had when I first saw her. My very first impression that she was plain had clearly been wrong, or maybe... I was just getting used to seeing my neighbor's daughter. And damn it, I have to say I was looking forward to the next time I would see her, clothed or unclothed. A supermodel she certainly wasn't, but that was really part of her charm. She was just sweet and pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way... that I'd have to say was growing on me.
"Sup?" I responded, pretending nonchalance, but she was having none of that.
"I... we have a bit of a medical emergency..." she began, her voice trailing off dramatically. "I need your help here."
"Ummm... would you prefer I get the doc..." I began. I knew she was up to something. She had that little twinkle in her eyes, and, well, she was grinning away at me like mad. I could guess what sort of 'emergency' she was likely to be having.
"No, silly... come in here!" she said a little irritably, and opened the door for me to step inside her apartment. I knew her apartment was empty, of course, and strode into the living room confidently without bothering to check if anyone was around. I turned around to look at her when I heard the door close behind me.
Mmmm. She looked quite fetching in a short white dress, and I saw her pinning something white on her head when I faced her. I quickly realized what it was when she dropped her hands to her sides and beamed at me.
"Doctor, you need to come quickly."
"I do? Need to come?" I responded cheekily.
"Yes, you do," she said firmly, reaching out to pull at my arm. "We have a patient who's in a bad way."
"A patient?" Wait a minute. Was she including someone else in our little tryst? I wasn't sure this was a good turn of events.
"Yes, a patient," she replied without turning to look at me, dragging me into her bedroom. "She's really ill."
"I... uh..." I began, unsure of what she had planned, or if I should go along, Getting someone else into our little 'games' would surely make things a whole lot more complicated.
She pushed me into the room and shut the door behind us. I looked at the neatly made bed, shrugged and was about to ask what it was all about when she spoke up again, behind me.
"Oh, doctor," she said. "You have to help me."
I relaxed when I heard her voice. OK, so it was still going to be just the two of us. That suited me fine.
"So... what's wrong, miss?" I enquired, turning to look at her. She was standing by the door, stark naked, the nurse's uniform and hat puddled on the floor at her feet.
"I... I don't know," she said, raising her right hand to her head. "I feel faint. And so hot."
"Oh dear, that doesn't sound too good," I replied. "Maybe you should lie down so I can take a look at you.
"Oh, OK," she said, and moved to lie on her bed. She lay with her legs slightly apart, her body completely exposed to my gaze. She was composed and definitely not embarrassed about being naked in front of me anymore.
I moved to her side, looking down at her body. Her tan had faded, the lines at the chest, shoulders and hips almost indiscernible on her creamy white skin. I looked at her little pussy -- the tiny line that marked the top of her vulva was gaping a little as she spread her thighs a little more, and I could see the insides of her cleft gleaming. Moving my gaze up her body, I noted how her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, her nipples dark and hard with her excitement. She seemed to revel in my examination of her body, because as my eyes reached her face, I saw that she had been looking at me.
A broad smile reappeared on her face, then faded as she remembered what she was trying to do.
"Oh doctor... what do you see?"
"I see a beautiful body..."
"Hey!"
"OK, OK... I see that you're really quite hot," I corrected myself. "Looks pretty bad."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. You look really hot."
She grinned a little at my little backhanded compliment, then moaned again, covering her forehead with her hand. "Look? Shouldn't you be more certain, doctor?"
"Certain?"
"Yes. Like maybe check my temperature? With a thermometer?"
"Oh. Of course," I got her meaning, but pretended not to. "Where's that thermometer..?"
"Oh doctor... I feel worse," she groaned, stifling a giggle. "I think... you should use your special thermometer."
"My special thermometer?"
"You know, the one you always carry with you?"
"Oh. You mean this one?" I grinned at her as I undid my shorts and let them slide down my legs. I wasn't wearing any underwear... like I'd said, I was expecting her to ask me over, so I been going commando all day today.
She gasped as my erection sprang into view. "Oh doctor... it's so... clean!" she cooed as she stared at my cock. I don't know if it was deliberate or not, but she licked her lips as if she was preparing to eat me. Or perhaps I should say, my "thermometer".
"You like it?" I waved my prick at her face. I'd gone for the full brazilian in anticipation of this session, as a sort of surprise for her. Yeah, it was a little uncomfortable for me at first, but after I convinced myself it was no different from a haircut, I just went along with it. I just made sure I didn't think about WHO I was having the brazilian done for... else I would have had a difficult time explaining my erection to the girl who was doing the waxing.
"Ummm... yeah," she said enthusiastically. "It looks so... cute."
"Hey, I'm not sure that's a compliment," I sniffed. "Cute is... I don't know. Small?"
