In the area where we live, there's an awesome pediatric dental place called The Lodge. Although it's a sprawling 3-story facility, it's simultaneously intimate in its design, starting with its several different themed waiting rooms, all of which are marked by fun kid-friendly decor and constant movies on the large-screen TVs. Its open floor plan also revolves around large multi-chair rooms where kids can receive care alongside their peers, and are served by a wonderful team of well-trained compassionate staff. I could go on and on!
But while it's a great fit for our two kids, another reason I look forward to our biannual trips to The Lodge is the staff... which consists mostly of cute 20-somethings in scrubs.
I've always had a thing for women in scrubs.
Although scrubs obviously don't reveal very much, I find that the allure is being able to fantasize about what might lie underneath... and our most recent visit to The Lodge did not disappoint in providing that opportunity.
When the attendant came out to the waiting room to call us back, I was delighted to look up and find an attractive blonde standing there. As I quickly and discretely scanned her figure, I found that her royal blue scrubs couldn't completely disguise the indication that her chest was amply blessed, and that she also appeared to be quite fit. A medical mask shielded the lower half of her face, but that simply emphasized her beautiful blue-green eyes and tastefully-done makeup, framed by her long hair pulled back into a playful ponytail.
She had called the names of our two kids, but I was the first one to my feet, and I intentionally established eye contact with her as I approached the door. When I offered to hold it open so that my family could pass through, she thanked me in a genuinely sweet-sounding voice and willingly stepped aside.
As we walked down one of the hallways, she let us know that our daughter was due for x-rays... and since our son didn't, our family would have to split into two pairs. I volunteered to stay with our daughter.
That turned out to be an excellent decision... because the cute blonde attendant then revealed that she'd be the one taking the x-rays. I was instantly excited that I'd have more time to study her beauty... AND that I could do so without the risk of getting caught looking by my wife.
Like most of the side rooms at The Lodge, the x-ray nook was only semi-private, and from my seat in the hallway I could easily see in through the open doorway. It was designed that way so parents could see their kids... but there was an unintended side effect of the design that I appreciated even more: as the dental assistant bent over to explain things to my young daughter, I was afforded a wonderful view of her backside. Peering at the contours of her butt that were evident even through her loose-fitting scrubs, I soon noticed that I couldn't detect any panty lines.
Was she wearing a thong?
The very possibility caused my blood to flow in a certain familiar direction.
Lost in my private musings, however, what I failed to notice was how intently I had been staring at her ass... until she turned around and caught me.
Peripherally sensing her stare, my gaze slowly rose up to meet hers. I found that her eyes were narrowed at me, as if trying to decide how to handle my gratuitous peeping. As she temporarily exited the room to take the first of several x-ray scans, she scoffed and called over to me rather bluntly: "
Like the view
?"
She didn't wait for my answer -- she simply pressed the x-ray button and stepped back into the open room -- but the immediate red hint of embarrassment in my face undoubtedly revealed my guilt.
Caught in the act of peering at a stranger's ass, I suppose that I could've -- or maybe should've -- stayed in that state of embarrassment. But at the same time, I absolutely
did
like that view, and -- perhaps emboldened by the realization that she hadn't confronted me more aggressively -- I quickly became unashamed to admit that truth to her.
Therefore, when she stepped back into the hallway for the second scan, I replied to her earlier question with confidence: "Yes, actually, I did. It's a
fantastic
view."
The unexpected shamelessness of my response seemed to make her pause ever-so-briefly. In that fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of her face looking vulnerable and slightly surprised.
Was she shocked that I admitted that? Was she flattered by my not-so-subtle approval?
Either way, she chose not to say anything in return.
When she went back into the room, however, it seemed to me that she deliberately accentuated how far she bent over while she adjusted the x-ray equipment. To the delight of my lustful eyes, her curvaceous butt was sticking out even more prominently than before, as if begging to be touched. Apparently, she seemed to be becoming comfortable with my admission that I liked the view.
As it turned out, I wouldn't have to wonder about that hypothesis for very long at all. When she stepped out for the third scan, the way she phrased her next question made it evident that her attitude toward my peeping had become quite positive. Flavored with a subtle hint of seductiveness, she posed quietly: "
How much
do you like the view?"
Unlike the previous instance, this time she waited for my answer... and as she waited, she made eye contact with me.
Demanding
eye contact.
Staring deeply back into her compellingly beautiful eyes, I responded quickly, honestly, and softly: "Very much."
Even though much of her face was cloaked by her medical mask, I detected a hint of a smile that emerged in response to my transparent answer. Without another word, she stepped back inside the small x-ray room. My heart was pounding.
Are we actually flirting with each other??
I always loved to tempt that line, even if it wasn't typically reciprocated. My mind raced with wonder as I tried to process what was so rapidly developing.
Before I had time to reach any conclusions, though, the young blonde professional stepped out for the fourth and final time. She quickly glanced in both directions up and down the hallway, and then -- facing me -- she whispered something I would have never imagined: "
Do you wanna see more
?"
Those 5 words caused an avalanche of thoughts and feelings to collide inside me: shock at what this young woman was apparently offering... thankfulness that my wife was in another room with zero visibility to this conversation... and an overwhelming rush of lustful desire that leapfrogged any remaining inhibitions. With my eyes wide with surprise at her boldness, and chest heaving with anticipation, I nodded and whispered back: "Uh, yes."
She calmly pointed down the hallway to the left. "Go lock yourself in that private bathroom," she told me quietly, "and give me a minute. When I knock two times -- spaced apart -- let me in."
