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The first time I saw Nurse Lori was about a month ago, when I went to my doctor for my annual checkup. As I sat waiting on the examination table, in walked the most incredible woman I had ever laid eyes on. She had long flame-red hair, smoldering green eyes and a brilliant, mischievous smile. She stood about 5’10″ tall, and her crisp nurse’s uniform did little to hide her gorgeous hourglass figure. I must have been just staring at her dumbly, because she finally explained that she was the new nurse and that she would be checking my vital signs. I had a sneaking suspicion that she would find my blood pressure much higher than usual on that day.
Over the next few weeks, I used every excuse I could think of, including a tiny splinter in my thumb that I could have easily pulled out, to go back to the doctor. I was obsessed with Nurse Lori, and I wanted to see her as much as possible. Finally, on my 6th visit in just a few weeks, I summoned the courage to ask Nurse Lori on a date. She politely declined, flashing me that curious smile. I was crushed. But then, on my way out, she slipped a note into my pocket. It said to meet her at the doctor’s office that Sunday at 8:00PM. (more…)
The girl grew up according to the strict rules her parents observed. When she was eighteen years old and had just started Matric, her mother sent her off to their GP for a check-up.
She arrived at the doctor’s consulting room after school on a hot January afternoon. She had never met her parents’ new GP but gathered that he was a young recent graduate who had started practice in their home town.
Several other people were in the waiting room. The receptionist was an ancient old woman who ordered her to sit and wait her turn. The atmosphere in the waiting room did nothing to alleviate the hollow feeling at the pit of her stomach. Soon the heat in the waiting room had her thighs clinging together under the skirt of her school uniform.
After about half an hour the old woman said: “Famina, your turn. Knock before you enter and take your card with you.”
She did as she was instructed. (more…)
The door to the inner sanctum swung open over the carpet with a whisk and he heard his name being called. Richard laid down the SI Swimsuit Edition and arose out of the chair, in one motion. He moved across the room without being seen as he was the last patient, and walking through the door the tech pointed down the hall. Richard turned to his left and entered the examination room followed by the young tech.
She had him sit down and began the preliminary exam. Blood pressure; temperature; pulse; and a cursory exam of his throat. As she checked off the items on her list he could not help but notice her. The light makeup, the way the bodice of her uniform fit around her breasts and her long white stocking encased legs all spoke volumes about her. He answered her questions and stood on the scale for her to check his weight and height. When she finished she told him to undress and put on the robe. MS Lynne would be in shortly to complete the exam.
Living in this sparsely populated area had its advantages. He liked it. But there was no doctor within 300 miles and the local community was tended to by MS Lynne a Nurse Practitioner. Her office was always busy and she was qualified to handle almost anything that popped up in the community. The doctor at the nearest hospital supervised her and she worked under his license. She had been here two years and had two more to go to pay off her education. MS Lynne thought it was a good deal too. And, he was only here for a regular check-up. (more…)
When I stopped by to visit my fetching new neighbor, I mentioned that my legs were sore from a long bicycle ride I had just finished. She’s a nurse and insisted that I submit to an examination because of her being so experienced in such matters. She sent me into her office and told me to disrobe, put on the towel, and lie on her massage table.
Laying face up covered only by a small wash cloth, she came back into though room dressed in nurse-white. Her skirt was so short and tight that I could see that she was wearing stockings and garters. The white high heels made she was wearing made her legs look long and shapely. With her blouse open a few buttons it revealed lots of delicious cleavage. She wore lots of makeup with hot red lipstick that contrasted nicely with her jet black hair.
She took my pulse and asked me all sorts of questions which even included when I last had sex, and how often I masturbated. As she turned around and bent over her desk to write this all down, her short skirt to rode up even higher. By the time she turned around to another button has magically opened on her blouse. Now I could see the sides of her breasts and her lacy push up bra. All this is of course was getting me very horny. My semi-hard cock started to lift the towel into an embarrassing tent. I became a little red-faced. She looked at my erection and gave me an mischievous smile. Adjusting the wash cloth she said “relax we will take care of that later.” (more…)
The clinic is located in what appears to be a former suite of professional offices. I was greeted at the door and was given a tour of the facility. Indeed, they do have a fully equipped examination room, complete with examination table equipped with stirrups and a private bathroom. I was given the list of services that they provide and I selected to receive a “complete” examination followed by an enema and a prostate examination and massage. The woman who greeted me at the door took me into the examination room, handed me a little gown and told me to undress and put the gown on.
I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could, but left my underpants on. As I stood around and waited for my nurse to arrive I could hardly believe that I was there. Just looking at the examination table and knowing that I was soon going to be naked on it as I was examined caused my cock to swell. As I looked around, I noticed a television set mounted from the ceiling. Then the nurse walked in.
She was very attractive, of average height and build, dressed in a well cut nurse’s uniform with white stockings and cap. The uniform was cut a little short to show off her very shapely legs. The uniform smoothed over her cute little ass and then up to cover her nice round tits— not too big, not too small. It was unbuttoned just enough to show me her nice tan. She instructed me to get on to the table and sit up. Positioning her legs around my dangling legs so that her crotch rested on my knee, she began to examine me. First, she looked into my eyes and ears and mouth. Then she reached behind me and loosened my gown so that it would fall around my waist. She took the stethoscope from around her neck, placed it in her ears, and began to listen to my chest, gently running her hands and fingernails across my chest and causing my nipples to stiffen. Now the fun would begin. She asked me to lie back on the table, and as I did, she removed the gown—leaving me to lie there in my underpants with half a hard-on. (more…)
I went for an annual physical exam last month which turned out to be unforgettable.
I sat in the doctor’s waiting room a half hour when the nurse came to get me. She led me to a small room and told me to take off all my clothes and put on a gown. Then she closed the door. I did what I was told to find that the gown was too short and had no ties on the back. Then I sat on the cold examination table to wait for the doctor. She came into the room, an attractive well-groomed woman probably in her 40′s, with an east European accent. She was well dressed with a white coat, showing a small amount of cleavage above her blouse.
She sat directly in front of me with her legs crossed as she asked me the usual medical questions. Then came the physical exam. She pulled my gown down which fell around my waist as she ran her cold stethoscope around me back, chest and nipples. She was running her cold hand over me feeling my neck, chest and belly when the gown fell to the floor. She made no effort to pick it up as I sat completely naked. She continued to examine my ears, nose and throat, when she rested one of her cold hands on my thigh. I felt myself begin to get erect. (more…)
[The following story is fiction, and all names used are fictitious.
If explicit adult material is illegal in your locale, if it offends
you, or you are under 18 DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. The story also
describes use of an electro-stimulation (TENS) unit. DO NOT TRY ANY
SUCH TECHNIQUES DESCRIBED unless you have a thorough understanding
of electrical principles and have been instructed in the safe
operation of a TENS unit!]
Shelly Heath walked into the Physio-Lab, Inc. offices a little after four p.m. on a sunny Thursday afternoon in early October. Shelly was a 21 year old junior at the nearby university, who was enrolled in the business program. Shelly was single, with no steady boyfriend at the time.
A flyer on the bulletin board in the student dorm where she was a resident assistant had asked for volunteers for a grant-funded research program attached to the university’s physiology and physical therapy programs. The flyer had announced that students were sought for two to four hours of their time so that various physical characteristics could be studied. Shelly had a bit of spare time on her hands, being the first part of the semester. Since she was athletic, she figured that the research could someday help her and others with sports injuries and subsequent rehabilitation.
Upon entering the clinic, Shelly was greeted by a receptionist, a pleasant woman maybe a few years older than her, who smiled and handed her a health questionnaire and a waiver form. After filing out the usual health history questions and scanning the waiver quickly (it all looked the same no matter what form it was) she signed them and handed them back to the receptionist. After a brief wait as she read a health/fitness magazine, a young man called her in.
“Miss Heath? Would you come in please?” asked the pleasant looking young man in a white lab coat, who Shelly mentally gauged to be about twenty years old and fit. Shelly followed him through the door to the right of the receptionist and down a short hallway. At the end of the hallway, they went through another door with a sign saying “Authorized Personnel Only.” (more…)
I rechecked the address, and knocked on the door. It was answered in a few seconds by a young lady in a robe.
“Ashley?” I said. “I’m Doctor B. You called about a tummy ache, I believe?”
We looked each other over. I don’t know what she thought, but I liked what I saw. Wavy bronze hair framed a dark-eyed face with a cute snub nose. The robe was parted enough that I could see she hadn’t bothered with a bra, and judging by the tantalizing hint of a perky young breast revealed by the robe, she didn’t need one. I decided I was going to enjoy this call.
She got herself together and said, “Yes, thank you for coming, Doctor. Can you help me? I feel terrible.”.
“Certainly. Shall we adjourn to your bedroom for the examination?”
“Follow me,” she said.
We proceeded down the hall to a feminine-looking but lived-in bedroom, and I had her lie on the bed.
“Ashley, I’m going to start by feeling your abdomen. Please lie back with your hands behind your head and your robe open. Let me know where it hurts.”
I felt her abdomen, not finding any major tenderness except in the lower left quadrant, where I noticed a bit of fullness as well. To rule out anything too serious, I decided to get a temperature and perform a rectal exam. (more…)
The first time I got a catheter was in a medical setting, but it turned out to be an incredibly erotic experience for me. I had been having some urinary tract problems, so I went to see a local urologist. I was led into the examination room and told to remove all my clothes and put on the famous backless hospital gown.
My eyes popped open when into the room walked the doctor’s assistant – a rather attractive female. She very nonchalantly told me that she did the initial history and physical exam on all the doctor’s patients before he saw them. I had never been examined by a female before – I realized I would soon be seeing just how the girls feel with a male gynecologist giving them a thorough going over. She took a few notes as she wrote down the pertinent facts of my medical history, and then instructed me to remove my gown for the examination. I did, and sat on the examination table as she checked my ears, listened to my chest, etc., etc.
After probing my abdomen, she had me stand, and very closely examined my penis and scrotum, feeling for masses or anything else abnormal. I was trying my best not to get hard, but wasn’t doing very well. I apologized for my rising erection, and she said not to worry because it happens all the time. She did the familiar “lift your head and cough” hernia check familiar to most males, then turned and slipped on some gloves. Obviously, you don’t get out of anything with a urology exam. I was instructed to bend over the table, spread my legs a couple feet apart, and turn my feet inward. She went right to work and shoved her gloved finger right up my ass, moving it around and around. It felt very pleasant as she moved her finger around my prostate gland, and I must have let out a little moan. (more…)
My name is Sylvie, I’m 24 years old. I’d like to tell you an unbelievable, but true story that happened to me less than a month ago. At the moment I am being given an anti-sterility treatment because I just cannot seem to get pregnant. My husband, Alain, does all he can to help me because believe me, it is no fun to have to make love on fixed dates and hours and having to take daily rectal temperature readings every morning. Up till now, I’ve been going to a very understanding and nice gynecologist in town, Doctor C. However a while ago he had to leave town for a week or so and he recommended ‘with the utmost confidentiality’ that I continue my treatment with a colleague of his, Doctor F.
Doctor F.’s office was out of town so I had to take a bus to get there. This is what happened to me on my first visit. I entered his rather bizarrely decorated office. It was gloomy looking and ‘decorated’ mostly in shades of dark marine blue. An older, well filled out lady, probably the doctor’s assistant opened the door for me. She wore a white medical frock that fit tight around her oversized breasts. To me she appeared to be a less than friendly person, somewhat gruff and reserved. I was shown into the waiting room. While I was waiting for the doctor the see me, I thought I heard cries coming from somewhere in the building. I was a bit frightened. What if this doctor hurt me ? I reassured myself by thinking that this was to be just a routine check-up.
The assistant came to get me. She took me to a small room and told me to undress completely. She helped me take off my clothes and was so diligent about it that I thought that her attention was very misplaced. Then she led me to a scale and noted my weight. Next she took my blood pressure. When that was finished, she led me to the examination room in a very curious manner I thought, by putting her hand on my bottom while showing me the way through the hallway. I was somewhat embarrassed at having to walk naked through the hallway and dreaded meeting anyone, but apparently the assistant thought nothing of it. The examination room looked very much like an operating room, it was brilliantly lit by a very large round light fixture, and contained several glass cabinets filled with instruments and a very ominous looking raised examination table complete with all types of levers, handles and attachments. (more…)Newer Posts »