Note: I almost put this one in the fetish category but I like to think it's a story about the people and not the place.
I hope you enjoy it!
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The day I met her was, without a doubt, one of the most embarrassing days of my life.
I had spent months digging my way out of a deep hole after losing my job and my marriage in the same week. The icing on the cake had been learning my soon-to-be ex had been cheating on me with the same guy that had laid me off. I can still vividly remember hearing the guy that was fucking my soon-to-be ex-wife tell me that my position was redundant and the upcoming restructuring would mean my services were no longer needed.
The marriage had lasted four years and it hadn't been perfect. We got married too young and too quickly because of a pregnancy that ended in a miscarriage so she always doubted that we "belonged" together. To be fair, I doubted it at times also.
Anyway, after a very rough year I was finally putting the divorce behind me and starting to enjoy life again. I was dating a bit and hooking up occasionally with an old girlfriend from college. A second pregnancy scare was enough for me and I decided it was time to get a vasectomy.
That's how I met Lindsay RN.
The referral I received from my doctor included instructions to provide a fresh sperm sample when I saw the specialist. They mailed a plastic container with more specific instructions to my home.
Which brings me to most embarrassing day of my life.
I showed up at the specialist's office 15 minutes early hoping the receptionist would look like a middle school P.E. teacher that was close to retirement. No such luck.
The reception desk was unattended so I sat down in the waiting room and placed the paper bag containing a small plastic jar of my fresh semen on the coffee table in front of me. I tried to distract myself from my upcoming procedure with an eight-month-old copy of Sports Illustrated but it was no use. When the door next to the reception desk opened a genuine distraction entered the room... Lindsay RN.
She wore what I suppose passes for a nurse's uniform these days, a solid black outfit that fit her like a college volleyball jersey and a pair of yoga pants. Her light brown hair (piled up in a perfectly messy bun), bright green eyes, and a knowing smile made my awkwardness complete.
"Mr. Rollins?" she smiled.
"Yes!" I answered, a bit too enthusiastically. I stood and tossed the magazine onto the table. It struck the paper bag which came open as it fell to the floor. The clear plastic container with the yellow lid rolled lopsidedly across the floor and came to rest under a row of chairs on the opposite side of the room.
"I'll get 'em," she giggled.
She spun around walked away as if we'd been playing catch and the ball had gotten past her. Her perfectly ample ass shifted deliciously with each step she took. Knowing which chair my semen sample had rolled under, she bent over and began reaching around on the floor between two seat cushions. It took her a while to feel around under the chair and find the jar. Unable to see through the seat of the chair, she widened her stance (twice) as reached around on the floor and I took in the view.
Her skin-tight pants left nothing about her shape to the imagination. Her's was real ass, perfectly rounded yet curving softly and seamlessly from her waist to her amazing thighs. She was short, about 5'3" and she had that kind of obscenely hot ass that it seems only the shorter girls are allowed to have. She eventually planted a knee in one of chairs and the gap between her thighs revealed an intimately distinct roundness, right there in front of me, hidden by only thinnest layer of skin-tight material. My cock twitched involuntarily and I quickly adjusted myself while she still faced the other direction. As she stood and faced me again, she found me stupidly examining the ceiling as if it were more interesting than watching a beautiful girl struggle to retrieve a jar of my cum out from under a chair.
"They almost got away," she said, smiling victoriously. Then she totally misunderstood my awkward silence and shifted into a professional mode. I silently cursed myself, knowing that if I could have said anything that was even slightly cool she probably would have kept smiling.
"I'm sorry," she said, dryly. "If you'll just follow me, please."
Thinking I would follow her just about anywhere, I watched every tic and tock of every step she took until she moved aside and ushered me into a small examination room.
"There's a gown on the table," she said, as she left me alone, closing the door behind her. It went without saying that I needed to get naked and put the gown on. I decided I could probably keep my socks on so that's what I was wearing when Lindsay RN knocked softly on the door before opening it and stepping back into the little room.
"If you would take a seat right here, Mr. Rollins," she said, as she patted the end of the exam table with one hand and began to raise the back rest up with the other. My heart rate and blood pressure were higher than usual but she kindly dismissed it as normal.
"Just relax, Dr. Burton is the best."
She started to unfold the examination table like a Swiss Army knife and seconds later I was staring at the ceiling with my feet in stirrups, my legs spread, and my shaven man parts hanging out over the edge. I grabbed the table edges with white knuckles and wished for an anesthesiologist that could knock me out.
She was busy between my raised legs so, after a long moment, I decided I had to see what Lindsey RN was doing. Wrenching my eyes away from the ceiling tiles, I found her staring at my cock and preparing to shave my already shaven balls. That's when my cock twitched and began to get hard.
"This may seem unnecessary, Mr. Rollins, but the procedure requires the area to be sterile. It's a very routine procedure and there's no need to worry but it is minor surgery so all the normal precautions must be taken," she said, in her most professional voice.
I think my nervous laugh surprised her a bit and she looked me in the eye. I'm usually a confident enough guy but I had to look away as she began snapping on a pair of latex gloves.
"Sterility is the reason I'm here" I joked, nervously. "Do what you have to do."
I heard her exhale loudly and felt her applying some type of shaving gel to my balls. Even though the gel felt ice-cold I still struggled to reverse the increasing hardening of my cock. It was pointless.
"Please try to relax, Mr. Rollins," she said, more kindly than professionally. " ...and let me assure you that this is all fairly routine."
Her thinly veiled message was clear enough. She obviously wasn't looking at the first erection she'd ever caused this way. I looked down between my naked legs, past my highly inappropriate hard-on, at the angel that was very professionally shaving my balls and decided to face the truth and admit it.
"I can't imagine this ever happening any differently."
She smiled almost imperceptibly and went about her task. When she had finished shaving me she began to prepare a tray of medical instruments and my hard-on all but disappeared. All fairly routine, I'm sure.
