The inevitable paperwork! I was at an outpatient clinic preparing for an hour long session and not looking forward to it to say the least. I had been having trouble with circulation in my legs for some time and my doc had recommended an ultrasound procedure to check the venous and lymph systems.
Name... last 'Jones' first 'Frank'; DoB mm/dd/yr 11/04/66; Marital status M_ D x S_; SS#, insurance info... Have you ever experienced the following symptoms...
I was sitting in one of those generic waiting rooms thankfully furnished with reasonably comfortable chairs and end tables with the inevitable stacks of back issues of Men's Health, Ladies Home Journal, Cosmopolitan, and assorted medical literature. Although nearing 50 I was in generally good health, so visits to such places were thankfully rare. I finished filling out the forms and returned the clipboard to the attractive receptionist who asked me to be seated and wait for my name to be called.
"How long is this going to take?" I thought as I took a seat and perused the stack of magazines hoping to find something to read besides "The 12 sex positions your man won't tell you about" or "Our best holiday recipes, readers picks".
I was still looking when I heard my name and glanced up to see the nurse holding my file.
"Follow me please"
She led me to a dressing area and instructed me to remove my clothes including my underwear and handed me a gown and some slippers before disappearing. At least the wait hadn't been too long.
I dutifully followed her directions and before long heard a voice outside the curtain inquiring if I was ready. I answered affirmatively and a hand drew aside the curtain and beckoned me to follow.
"I'm Stacy and I will be performing the procedure today. Have you ever had ultrasound before?"
"No." I replied, padding down the hall after her. She had nice hair I thought, and I liked her voice but I couldn't make out much else about her figure as she was wearing one of those loose fitting white lab coats. I guessed she was in her late twenties or maybe thirty.
"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. You may even enjoy it." She guided me to a room with a padded medical exam table and several pieces of equipment.
"Lie down on the table please." she said closing the door after us.
I did so and she covered me with a sheet which I was grateful for as the AC made the room quite chilly. She had a pretty face and her competent manner put me at ease.
Stacy sat down in front of a console near the table and began typing in my information. "This will take about 45 minutes so just relax while I finish up here and we will get started." When she had finished typing she dimmed the lights to a twilight darkness and brought me a pillow asking me if I was comfortable. "I need to be able to see the image on the monitor clearly." she explained as she sat down again.
The sheet had helped, and with the dimmed lights I relaxed and closed my eyes.
"I am going to use a probe to check your circulation." she explained. I will start at your ankle and work up to your groin area and back down the other leg. The probe will feel slightly warm and I will use some lubricating gel to improve your comfort. Please just relax, and if you doze off that is OK. Many patients do."
Her voice was sure and soothing and as she said the probe, a small wand with a bulbous end, flat on one side, was indeed warm and slid over my skin with a not unpleasant sensation. She moved the probe slowly around my ankle and then began working up my calf moving it around and back and forth, sometimes pressing it harder against my leg. As she worked I began to notice a shushing sound, often faint but increasing in volume when she pressed the probe against my leg.
"That's the sound of your blood circulating." she explained, anticipating my question.
She worked steadily, stopping occasionally to dip the head of the probe into the warm gel, raising my leg and working the probe along the back of my calf and knee before moving on to my thigh.
I had begun to doze off, enjoying the gentle massage of the probe, as she approached my inner thigh near my groin area. The sensation was pleasurable and as she worked higher and higher I began to get an involuntary erection. I was grateful for the covering sheet and the dim twilight atmosphere of the room.
The probe had now reached my groin area and my attention was now focused on the sensations being generated as she worked it all the way up the top of my thigh and into the crevice between my ball sack and leg. It dipped down and then back up and over the rise between my balls and my now fully erect cock and then I felt her hand reaching down and pulling my ball sack to one side as she worked the probe back down into the crevice and pressed it against my inner thigh. The shushing sound was quite evident now.
Her fingers were warm and she must have dipped them into the gel from the way they felt. She kept her hand between my legs, now cupping my ball sack, while refreshing the gel on the probe before returning it to the crevice on the opposite side. The sheet was now pushed up to the base of my cock and the warm hand continued to cup and now massage my balls as the probe rose up out of the crevice to the base of my organ.
"I need to lubricate you a little more"
Stacy's soft voice came as if from a distance as she removed her hand and then returned it, but to the base of my cock instead of my balls. Her fingers worked the gel around the whole area and then up onto my erection until her fingers were wrapped entirely around it and sliding along it all the way to the head and then back down. At the same time she was working the probe around the base and down onto my balls and then back up.
My cock was now fully lubricated with the gel and she slipped her hand beneath it and moved the probe slowly up the center of the shaft to the tip, pressing it against her cradling palm, and back down one side and then slowly up the other side and back down to the base. Then I felt her fingers wrap around me again and begin moving rhythmically up and down the shaft, sometimes pausing at the head to run a finger around the base and up over the tip. Needless to say the procedure was rapidly bringing me to the edge of orgasm.
The probe was still working around my balls which were now sucked up tight to my groin. The hand left my cock for a moment and pulled the sheet up out of the way before returning to its work, and then Stacy's hair was draped over my stomach and her mouth enveloped the head of my organ and began sucking as she increased the pace with her hand. The probe was pressed firmly against the base of my cock now, and as I began to ejaculate into Stacy's waiting mouth the sound of my semen rushing up the shaft echoed loudly in the little room, pulsing in a crescendo with each surge of cum, and then gradually subsiding as the flows diminished and then ceased. Stacy's hand continued milking my shaft until the final dribbles had ceased before she let it plop wetly onto my belly and pulled the sheet back down to cover it.
Not a word had been spoken during this, and the probe now returned to the unfinished leg and began methodically working its way back down toward my ankle. I had dozed off by the time Stacy finished and I awoke to the feel of a warm wet cloth being used to remove the traces of gel from my legs and groin.
"All finished." Stacy said brightly as she turned up the lights. "That wasn't so bad was it?"
I don't think she expected an answer and I offered none, still in a bit of a daze and blinking in the bright light.
"The dressing room is down the hall to the left." she offered as she left the room.
After dressing I walked back down the corridor to the waiting room and checked out at the front desk.
"Everything ok Mr. Jones?"
The receptionist's query caused my face to flush and in avoiding her gaze my eyes came to rest on her blouse which didn't help matters.
"Yes Ma'am" was all I could manage.
"We will send the results to your PCP and they will contact you to discuss them in a few days and let you know if you need a follow up or additional tests." the receptionist offered smiling at me.
I drove home in a bit of a daze. Had the nurse really just given me a blow job? Or had I fallen asleep and dreamed the whole thing?
The doctor called in a few days and recommended some support socks telling me to contact him if the discomfort persisted. I purchased several pairs which did help, and other than occasional erotic dreams involving medical personnel I soon forgot about the incident until about six months later.
I was at a bar one Friday night when I noticed a familiar figure enter. I did a double take, trying to place the face, and then realized it was Stacy, the woman who had given me the ultrasound exam.
She was wearing a short, low cut blue dress that emphasized her bust, black stockings and heels, and she looked very fine I thought - not at all the nurse tech in a clinic gown, but the auburn hair and the shape of her face were unmistakable.
