"Well, if you'll have a seat Mr. Wilson," said the cute young nurse seated at the front desk. "It should be only a few minutes until the Doctor can see you."
She gave me a clinical, polite smile and turned back to her work on a stack of files in front of her. I took a seat in the waiting room and opened up my newspaper to help pass the time. I had finished the front page when in came a young woman. Her face was flushed and she was out of breath.
"Sorry I'm late," she said scribbling her name on the register.
"Did you bring your referral slip from Dr. Kowalski?" the nurse asked her after checking her name against the list of appointments.
"Yes, I have it in here somewhere," she said, opening and rummaging through her purse. "Here it is!"
"Okay then, please have a seat. The Doctor will be right with you."
As the nurse went back to her work, the young woman grabbed her purse, gave a quick look around the waiting room, and then sat in the chair farthest away from me. It was hard not to check her out. She was a tall slender blond woman with light green eyes and pale skin. Looking closer, I noticed that she wasn't perhaps as young as first glance told me, maybe in her early thirties. She probably wasn't a natural blond either, but when did that matter? She was a very pretty woman, with a nice healthy complexion and high round cheekbones. She had an interesting look to her face: her eyes looked sort of crossed, not at all in a goofy way, and she had a slight overbite. Her light pink lips curled into a polite little smile when she noticed I was checking her out.
I nodded and looked back to my newspaper. She pulled out her cell phone and made a call. From the sound of it, she was talking to her husband or roommate about the appointment. Although I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, her voice carried across the small waiting room as if she were seated next to me and I could hear everything she said.
"Hi, it's me. Yeah. I hope it won't take too long. It's just a referral. I don't think they'll really do anything. No, I don't know when. Well, don't wait for me. Yeah, go ahead and have dinner. I'll stop and eat on the way home. Okay. See you whenever. Bye."
As she put her phone away, I caught sight of a bright sparkle from her ring finger. Probably her husband, I thought. What a lucky guy. She was wearing a gray and black striped sweater under a black woolen jacket and slacks outfit that was loose enough to hide her figure. But when she took a deep breath in, her breasts pushed out against the sweater and her jacket opened a little, showing off a nice pair of rounded curves. I realized that I was staring because she shot over that polite smile again and tugged her jacket closed.
I tried to smile warmly before burying my head back in the newspaper. I'm sorry but I couldn't help it. She was so pretty and I don't work in an industry that affords me the opportunity to meet a lot of pretty women. I'm not much for either the smoky bar scene or the church singles scene. About the best luck I had had lately was to hang around the new bookstore in town, the one with the coffee bar that doesn't mind if you sit there all night reading so long as you keep buying the cappuccino.
This one was different. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and caught myself shifting in the chair and lowering the paper just enough to sneak a peek at this lovely woman as she crossed and re-crossed her long legs. Her low-heeled shoe dangled as she tapped her foot; even her ankles had a wonderful shape. She drummed her long slender fingers on her purse impatiently, letting out another sigh. Her light green eyes were mesmerizing. When she looked over at me again, I smiled and nodded and tried to look back more thoughtfully than leeringly. For a moment, our eyes caught and her mouth opened as if she was going to say something. Just then, the medical assistant came out and said something to the nurse at the front desk.
"Miss Newman?" she called out. "Can you follow me?"
The pretty woman got up and quickly left the waiting room. I tried to show her my best smile, but realized that it was futile since I would never see this incredible beauty again. I drank in the look of her figure swaying through the doorway, noting the long legs, and how the nicely rounded curves of her butt showed through her snug woolen slacks. Well, just daydream some more, old boy, I thought to myself.
After a few minutes more, the nurse called me back and placed me in the last examination room along the corridor. As I walked along, I noticed that the pretty woman was sitting fully dressed and on the table in her room, her long legs crossed demurely in front of her.
"You're in for just a physical, Mr. Wilson?" the nurse asked me.
"I guess. Just the normal thing."
"This is your first time with us, isn't it?"
"Yep. It's my first time, so please be gentle with me."
"Well, Dr. Kowalski has warm hands, so don't worry," she said, laughing. "Here's a gown for you. If you'll get undressed down to your briefs, the Doctor should be in shortly."
"Thanks."
I had always hated undressing and sitting on a cold table waiting endlessly, but fortunately the fall weather had been cool lately and the heat was on, keeping the room rather comfortable. Following her directions, I sat back down with the gown on over my boxers and waited for a few minutes. The nurse came and handed a small cup to me.
"I think you know what this is for," she said with a knowing smile. "The bathroom is just back down the hall."
As I moved back up the corridor, I noticed that the pretty woman was gone from her room. Oh, well. She said it wouldn't take long. As I reached for the handle to the restroom, the nurse called over to me.
"Oh, Mr. Wilson. I think you might want to knock first."
I knocked and heard the voice of the pretty woman call out, "Just a minute!"
As I stood in the hallway, holding the cup in one hand and my gown together in the back with the other, I heard the nurses say something to each other and giggle. The restroom door suddenly opened and the pretty woman came out, clad as was I in a gown. She handed her specimen cup to the nurse and returned to her exam room. As I stepped back to let her pass back down the corridor, she turned toward me and whispered, "Nice boxers!" Watching her walk away, clutching at her gown, like me rather unsuccessfully, I couldn't help but notice the dainty black undies that she was wearing under the gown, and also that she had left her black thigh high stockings on as well. By the time I stepped into the restroom to produce my sample, I had developed enough of a hard-on that I had to think about baseball for a couple of minutes before I could do the deed.
After handing off my sample to the nurse, the rest of the examination went routinely. I was surprised when Dr. Kowalski turned out to be a woman, and a very nice looking one at that; short and trim with short dark hair and lovely blue eyes. But she was professional and efficient in her examination and got me out within a half hour. At one point the Doctor excused herself for a few moments. While she was gone, the nurse came in and took some blood. The only awkward moment came when the Doctor returned. She wanted to check me for hernia and asked me to lower my boxers.
"Nice shorts!" she said, as I pulled the gown to one side and lowered my drawers.
As she placed her hands on me, my penis responded in a most unprofessional way by standing up to attention, not quite fully erect, but enough to make her eyes pop open.
"Sorry," I said, trying to remember Ted Williams' lifetime batting average.
"That's okay. It happens to me all the time."
I could see her cheeks blush slightly.
"All right then. I think you can get dressed now," she said making some notes on the chart. "We'll have your blood work back in a couple of days, but from what I can see here, you're in terrific shape, Mr. Wilson."
"Thanks."
She excused herself and I got quickly dressed. As I walked back out to the front desk, I noticed that the pretty woman's room was empty and the light was turned out. Oh, well at least I could keep the image of her tight little butt peeking through her gown as she swayed down the hall. However, I was pleasantly surprised when I reached the front desk and found her standing there waiting for the nurse to complete some paperwork.
"Well you should all set, Mr. Wilson," said the nurse waving to me. "And so are you Miss Newman. You both have a good evening!"
Playing the natural part of the gentleman, I held the door open for the pretty woman. She headed straight to the elevator and I followed at a respectful distance. As I glimpsed at her walking in front of me, for some prurient reason, my mind kept flashing back to the earlier vision of her behind. There was an alluring sway to her walk. She pushed the down button and waited impatiently.
"That wasn't too bad for my first time," I remarked, trying to strike up a conversation.
"I hate doctor's offices," she remarked. "Just hate them."
"Hey, I'm the guy. I should be the one doing the complaining."
"Hopefully this will be the last time for me for a while."
The elevator rang out and the door opened. Since I was closer, I stepped inside and held the door for her. She gave me a quick little polite smile as she stepped inside and stood on the far side away from me. Again I couldn't keep my eyes to myself and let my gaze wander up and down her tall slender figure. I forced myself to concentrate on her eyes. They were a light green color and slightly crossed. She was staring intently at the button panel. When she noticed my look out of the corner of her eye, she glanced over to me.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked, sounding kind of pissed off.
