I sat at my desk staring down at the pile of patient charts in front of me. I had just got off the phone with the doctor telling me he had an emergency and was canceling all patient appointments for the day. The pile in front of me were all patients that were supposed to come in today. I groaned as I started searching for the first phone number to call.
Finally finished rescheduling the appointments or leaving messages for the patients I couldn’t reach, I carried the stack of charts to the filing cabinet and put them away. As I walked through the office turning off equipment and putting things away, I smiled thinking about leaving early to surprise my husband.
We had a big fight that morning before I left for work. I was complaining again that ever since he started the third shift, we never had time together. By the time I got home every night, he was engrossed in some sporting event or something else as boring on the TV, and I headed to the kitchen to clean up his mess before I could make myself some dinner. By the time I cleaned up and ate, he was getting ready to leave for work. I lay in bed every night alone, caressing my body and fantasizing about having a man in my bed every night.
Now perhaps we could spend some quality time together, I thought. I sat back at my desk intending to finish some work, but I started fantasizing about what I planned on doing with my husband when I got home. I could feel my nipples harden and strain against the thin fabric of my white button down blouse as I gently scratched my fingernails across them.
Suddenly the door opened and a tall handsome man entered the office. Startled, I sat up straight and with wide eyes asked him, “Can I help you?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he smiled. “I have an 11:00 appointment to see the doctor.”
My heart still racing from the intrusion, I stammered, “Oh, you must not have received my message. We had to cancel all of the appointments for today.”
Clearly upset, he rolled his eyes and said, “Shit. I took time off from work. I didn’t stop at home to check my messages.”
I stood up and said softly, “I’m sorry for any inconvenience. The doctor had an emergency and is unable to come to the office today.” I leaned down to open the appointment book and studying the pages I said, “I could reschedule you for Thursday at 4:30.”
I didn’t realize that when I leaned over I gave him an unobstructed view of my ample cleavage. When he didn’t respond to my offer of an appointment, I looked up at him and noticed where his eyes were fixed. I stood up straight, feeling the heat rise from my chest to my face.
He quickly glanced away and mumbled, “OK. But you know, I basically was just coming in to have my blood pressure checked.” He leaned over, rested his elbows on the counter, and said with a grin, “You’re a nurse aren’t you? Can’t you just check it for me while I‘m here?”
I was staring into the sexiest eyes I had ever seen. Forcing myself not to stare at him, I looked back down at the appointment book and mumbled, “Thursday is only a couple of days away, I think it could probably wait. Besides, I’m really not supposed to see patients when the doctor is not here.”
I looked back into his pleading eyes as he said, “Oh come on. Please? Don’t make this a wasted trip for me. It’ll only take a couple of minutes.”
Hesitantly, I responded, “Oh, all right. No harm in just checking your blood pressure.” I picked up my stethoscope from another counter as I walked towards the exam rooms. “Let’s go in here,” I said over my shoulder as I walked into the exam room.
I walked over to the exam table, reaching to grab the blood pressure cuff attached to the wall. “Have a seat here,” I said softly as I patted the table.
The paper on the table crinkled loudly as he hopped up and adjusted his bottom on the table. The head of the table was against the wall and he was sitting with his legs hanging over the side, his left arm closest to the wall.
As he unbuttoned his denim long sleeved shirt exposing his thin white ribbed tank top, I could see his muscular hairy chest. He pulled his chiseled left arm from the shirt and held it out to me. Realizing that my breathing had become short and quick, I tried to concentrate on the job at hand. I wrapped the cuff around his upper arm snuggly and pressed it together for the Velcro to hold it in place. I placed the ear tips of the stethoscope in my ears then held the end in the crook of his arm as I grabbed hold of the rubber bulb with my other hand and started pumping air into the cuff.
As I pumped the bulb, I could feel his fingertips lightly brushing my hip as his arm twitched from the pressure of the air. Trying not to focus on the electrical sensation of his fingertips on my hip, I concentrated on the gauge on the wall. Watching the needle of the dial spin higher and higher with each pump of my hand on the bulb, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I could feel my left hand becoming sweaty as my fingers were wrapped around his elbow holding the stethoscope in place, and I wondered if he noticed. After the air was pumped into the cuff, I slowly released the valve and tried desperately to listen for his pulse as the air escaped. I couldn’t tell if I was hearing his pulse or mine, as I continued to strain my ears and focus my attention.
When the air was completely released, I realized that my mind was a blank and I didn’t record the pressure. I pulled the stethoscope from my ears and it wrapped around my neck, letting the other end fall and dangle against my abdomen. I proceeded to unwrap the cuff as I said, “I have to check the other arm too.”
With his shirt completely off now, I could see both of his muscular shoulders and arms. I prayed that he didn’t notice my trembling fingers as I repeated the procedure of wrapping the cuff around his right arm and placing the stethoscope in the appropriate positions. In the process of switching arms I was now standing between his legs, my body turned towards his right arm and my neck twisted to his left as I watched the dial on the wall spin as I again pumped the little rubber bulb.
Suddenly, I felt his left hand gently rest on my right hip and give it soft squeeze. The fingers of his right hand were again gently brushing my left hip with each pump of the bulb. I quickly glanced into his eyes and he smiled at me. I redirected my eyes to the gauge, but felt him pull his right arm from my hand as he grabbed hold of both of my hips and pulled me towards him.
Before I knew what was happening, his mouth covered mine and his tongue was trying desperately to separate my lips. I pressed my hands against his chest trying to push away from him, but his hands slid behind my back holding my in place. When I opened my mouth in an attempt to protest, he slid his tongue inside and started swirling it around exploring the orifice. As I struggled to free myself, he held me tighter trapping my hands between us. His arms were so much stronger than I imagined and I couldn’t move as he continued his assault on my mouth.