"Mr. Parker?" I called, looking over the patients sitting in the waiting room. I looked down at the chart again, for a first name.
"Ryan Parker?" I asked, waiting for one of the patients to get up. I looked over them. There were a couple older gentlemen, a middle-aged woman, and, finally, a patient that looked like he could match the birth date on the chart. Sure enough, he began to get up.
My patient was about my age, a cute, dark-haired boy with a short, tightly-trimmed goatee. He looked somewhat muscular, but had a smaller frame. He wore a short-sleeved brown t-shirt and some nice dark jeans. I smiled as he walked across the waiting room.
I looked back down at the chart again. The note at the top read very clearly "Full physical examination: don't leave anything out, Caitlin." "Full" was even underlined twice. Apparently, I had a habit of skimping on some of the exams, especially the more invasive or time-consuming procedures. I couldn't get around it this time. I would have to be thorough.
I looked back up at my patient, Ryan. He smiled at me, giving me a look as if to wonder if we were actually going back or if I'm doing the exam in the waiting room. I watched his eyes quickly glance over my body, and then quickly back to my face to avoid me noticing.
I began to walk back through the door, and gestured for him to follow.
"I'm Caitlin, I'll be your nurse for today, and I'll be doing your exam. Are you just here for the physical?" I asked, as I walked down the hall in front of him. While I couldn't see my patient, I could sort of feel his eyes examining the back of my legs and my ass, covered in my tight, short, white uniform skirt to only about my mid-thigh. My panties were usually visible through it, in the right light, especially today as I wore some that didn't match the skirt: a light pink pair of bikini-cut cotton ones. Nothing too fancy.
"Yes," he mumbled a little. "My doctor said I needed a full exam, I guess. Are you doing my physical?"
"If it's alright, I will be, yes. Step up on the scale." I turned toward him and he stepped on the scale in the hallway. I read his weight from the digital display on the wall and took note of it. I caught him stealing a glance at my cleavage, revealed in my close-fitting, short-sleeved, white snap-button uniform top. I had the top two snaps undone, so some cleavage was very clearly showing as it barely contained my breasts.
"Oh, it's quite alright." He said, giving me a quick grin.
"Thanks. You can step down." I told him, returning his smile. I led him to the door of the next exam room and opened it, letting him walk in.
"I'll be back in just a second." I said, closing the door after him. I grabbed a stethoscope, thermometer and blood pressure cuff from the box in the nurses' station. I put them around my neck, and tucked the thermometer into my front breast pocket. I returned to the room, changing the sign on the door to read: "Exam in progress."
I came in to find my patient standing in the middle of the room, looking at one of the posters on the wall explaining the body's sexual organs. It was very anatomical and scientific, and frankly, I always thought the poster didn't quite do them justice. But I was the youngest nurse on staff, and I think they always thought me kind of a trouble-maker, so I never said anything. I took the stethoscope and cuff from my neck and threw back my dark blonde, curly hair. I set them on the exam table.
"So you've been sick lately?" I said, breaking the silence. I was a little nervous; it'd been a while since I had performed a "full" examination.
"Yes, I think it's just a cold, but I thought I might get it checked. I have good insurance, so why not?" He chuckled, returning to his study of the female pussy, diagrammed on the wall.
"Haha, alright. Well, I like to get my patients relaxed, so hopefully that'll at least make you feel a little better." I smiled again at my patient. He didn't look particularly sick, but his nose was red and he had let out the occasional cough in the waiting room.
"Sounds good. Where do you want to examine me?" He asked, looking back down at me.
"Oh, on this exam table. Here, hop up." I gestured, pointing to the table next to me.
He looked over at the table and then back at me. He began to walk over.
"I meant, where on my body?" He asked.
"Oh, well, I'd like to do a full examination... very thorough." I said, with a slight chuckle, remembering the note on the chart. His body perked up, tensing a little.
"I must closely examine every part of your body, making sure everything is in working order." I finished, looking over him from head to toe with my eyes.
"Um, do I have to get naked?" He asked, a little nervous.
"Yes, I'm afraid you do." I answered, gesturing again to the table.
"Just be gentle." He said, trying to assess my tendency toward pain with my patients.
"I'll try. But for some of the tests I might need to be a little rough." I teased, secretly enjoying my patient's moment of tension.
"How so?"
"Well, it'll probably get your heart rate up." I hinted, playfully.
"Hmmmm. Will I get to check your heartbeat too?" He said, checking me out again.
"Hmmm. Well, part of the procedure will require me to get my heart rate up too, so yeah, you could check if you want." I'd never quite had a patient ask me that before.
"What if I said you'd have to at least remove your outfit?" He asked, suggestively. I thought of the chart, "don't leave anything out, Caitlin."
"I have to test some of your bodily functions, and it will require me to remove some of my clothes as well. I hope you don't mind..." I said, trying to comfort him.
"No no, it's quite alright. All of your clothes?" He asked, leading.
"Some patients prefer if I remove all of my clothes..." I answered, as he let out an anticipatory sigh. "But that part of the procedure only requires the removal of a couple items." I explained, as professionally as I could muster.
"Which ones?"
"It's up to you." I smiled again.
