I'm sitting in a chair in the little room at the doctor's office. The doctor that checks my vitals before the actual doctor comes in is wrapping the blood cuff around my arm. It inflates, beeps and lazily deflates. "Is your blood pressure always this high?" She asks. "No, I rode my bike over here."
"That explains that. The doctor will be right in."
I'm left alone in the little room, it's really little. There is a knock at the door and I bellow a come in. A slim toned pale figure steps in and sits on the rolling chair across from me.
"Matthew? Hi I'm..."
She is gorgeous. Her pale skin and bright green eyes are surrounded by freckles and long orange hair that flows down her white coat to her ass. Fuck.
"nurse practitioner..."
Jesus why didn't I listen to her name. God I hope I wasn't staring at her like a horny starved dog looking at a steak.
"...you in today?"
Fuck, get your act together man! Stop staring at her mouth, you know you are bad at hiding your thoughts. She probably knows you're picturing her mouth wrapped around your cock.
"Mr. Malone, what brings you in today?" She says looking at me and then my chart.
Last time I was here they told me to have low testosterone. She stares into my eyes and takes a seat in the other rolling chair. I was curious if you could do anything. She looks up at me with those green eyes from my chart and then looks down and flips through pages until she finds what she needs. She scoots closer in her chair. She scoots again. Finally she scoots one more time thrusting her hips sideways at me. We are really close. God her shampoo smells good. She flips her hair to her other shoulder and shows me the chart and points to a number on the bottom. Her hair is thick and a dark deep orange. "Your numbers are in the seventy to ninety range. Your testosterone is fine."
She puts the clipboard on the hospital bed taking up the space in the room and it makes that crinkle of paper sound.
"Mr. Malone I've practiced medicine all around the world and have learned unorthodox ways at least here in the states to measure testosterone without the use of blood samples. We can do it right here right now.
You'll get your results before you walk out of this room. What do you say?"
I nod and say sure.
She grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the chair. "Here, turn around." She moves me so I'm standing in front of the bed and she is behind me pressing her body against my back. Her head is turned to my left, she breathes in. "Let me take your vitals." She opens her coat, presses her body against mine and grabs both my wrists and finds my pulse. Her delicate thin fingers wrapped around my muscled and vein laced wrist. I have thick forearms from years of rock climbing, a friend of mine says that my arms look like pony dicks. Every time he would see me he called me pony dick, I've been called worse.
I feel her breathing against my body. She is warm and I can feel her tits pressed against my back and her hips on my ass. I start to relax and breathe deeply and her breath starts to sync with mine. "This is good." she whispers. She glides her hands to my waist and pulls at my shirt. Her right palms the cold stethoscope against my chiseled abs.
"I'm going to warm this up for a second." She slowly slides the stethoscope down my abs and just past my waist band. "How's that?" she asks.
Uh...c..c...cold.
"It'll warm up, just give it a second."
I can feel her slowly opening and closing her fingers as she palms the scope just above my crotch, her fingers grazing my trimmed pubic hair.
"It should be starting to warm up now." She whispers in my ear.
