Friday 5:00 PM - Lily
It was the end of a long week. She was glad that the clinic was closed on the weekend, and happy to be going home in about an hour, even though all it meant was going back to an empty house she loathed, in the hope of getting enough sleep to make up for what she hadn't managed to get during the week. Lily Jones was a Registered Nurse, waiting the interminable six months for her character and fitness evaluation to be completed so that she could receive her license as a Nurse Practitioner. Two more years of school had passed, staying up late studying, another part-time job interning to gain her experience hours, but it would be worth it. Her salary would double overnight. Better hours, her choice of employers, there was nothing bad about it.
Of course, none of that helped with the other problem. She could put it out of her mind most of the time, either because she had to focus on work, or chores around the house, but sometimes it just crept in on her. The years without a meaningful full-time relationship, the years without a companion at home that actually loved her and yes, the years without a man inside her. Her mind drifted to an old lover from college. He'd known how to push her buttons, in all the right places – Jack had known where to put his tongue and his fingers, and his cock. He was also pretty sweet, she remembered... and wondered what it would have been like to go home to him that night instead. She'd had different priorities at the time and she'd gone another route, and "that was that and no looking back," which was the motto she'd tried to keep to avoid swirling into the chasm of despair that overtook her sometimes when the regrets became too much to deal with.
"And not a good thought right now," Lily said quietly to herself, recognizing that the odds that she would have the opportunity to wrap her hand around a hard cock and guide it into her wanting pussy tonight were between slim and none. She looked up and into the waiting room while listening to the inane chatter around her. This close to the end of the day, and most of the employees had mentally checked out; some had actually snuck out early, and others had lost interest. The office staff, a couple of medical assistants, all standing around doing nothing while a man stood at the counter waiting patiently. It technically wasn't her job to deal with the incoming patients, but she frequently found herself doing it simply because her work ethic made her. She glared at one of the receptionists, who made no move whatsoever to do anything, and decided someone needed to work around there.
Lily stood up slowly, giving the rest of the staff the opportunity to do their job, none of whom took advantage of it, and also drawing the attention of the man at the desk. She was 53 years old, but she knew she looked at least ten or fifteen years younger. She kept her hair longer, and her clothes stylish, refusing to act or dress her age. Even at work, she eschewed the loose, ill-fitting and shapeless scrubs of most of her colleagues, and kept to the more traditional white nurse's uniform. "Not the hat," she mentally giggled to herself, saving that idea for a Lover's Lane kind of role-play night that she hoped would occur some day. In a way, the crisp whites did make her feel sexy, and she knew that men tended to appreciate the form fit of the uniform rather than guessing what was under the scrubs.
The man at the desk had a nice look to him, and she did a double take because he looked very familiar. "Professional, educated, financially pretty well-off," Lily clicked through the mental checklist she'd had for decades in checking out the men who walked into her life. Lily was less about looks and more about substance, although she was far from denying that a nice looking guy could turn her head. Most of the time what she was looking for was stability, and the ability to take care of himself, and just possibly, take care of her. This guy had done it right – Henley cut sweater (probably Eddie Bauer), jeans (wow, he can still wear Levi's!), nice shoes (brand undetermined, but appropriate). Over that he had a leather bomber jacket and a Burberry scarf (wonder whether it's authentic? she thought).
"I'm sorry" Lily said as she walked up to the counter. They exchanged a meaningful glance at the others who hadn't managed to get out of their chairs. She saw immediately his lack of respect for them, and knew that, no matter how much she was supposed to cover it, the same look was mirrored in her eyes.
"I have a 5:00 with Dr. Williams," the man said. "Jack Smith," he added, as she looked down to scan over the list of appointments. "I'm really sorry if I'm keeping you. I know the clinic is closing, but I was back-to-back with meetings all day, and Lori said she could squeeze me in before the end of the day." Lori, she pondered for a moment. Dr. Williams was one of those female doctors that drove her a little crazy – successful, beautiful, but a little, okay not a little, bitchy and condescending. One of those doctors that insisted that the staff call her "Doctor," even though most of them were older than her and had a lot more experience. Ugh.
"Doctor Williams is still backed up, but you're the last appointment, so it shouldn't be too long. What ails you today, Mr. Smith?"
"Eh... heart burn... too much stress, too many meals out of bags and cans, not enough, well, you know. Should have done something about it years ago, but too much work, and too much 'doctor avoidance' if you know what I mean." Nothing pretentious, even a little embarrassed. It was cute.
Lily flashed him a smile without realizing she'd done it. "Well, we'll take care of you, sir."
"Thanks..." he said, looking at the badge on her chest "Nurse Lily." That one made her smile and blush. The smile because "Nurse Lily" sounded like something out of a story in Penthouse Letters, and the blush because she knew full well that his eyes had stopped on her breasts considerably longer that was necessary to read the two syllable name.
