Doctor's Office
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. "a nurse practitioner..." Her pale skin and bright green eyes are surrounded by freckles and long orange hair down to her ass. Fuck.
"...you in today?" She says looking at my chart. Last time I was here they told me to have low testosterone. 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. She 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. 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 and we can test your testosterone right now." She grabs both my wrists with her hands 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. I start to relax and breathe deeply and her breath starts to sync with mine. "This is good." she whispers. She glides her hands down my hands to my waist and pulls at my shirt. Her right palms the cold stethoscope against my chiseled abs. She slowly slides it up with her fingers grazing my skin sending shivers through my whole body and stops at my heart. I'm covered in goosebumps, my breath gets heavy and blood starts to flow south. Fuck, I need to hold myself together, I can't get an erection here! Her left hand hooks behind the button of my slacks. Her pale fingers rest against my crotch.
Fuck me.
I exhale and start to swell against her hand. Why the fuck did I not wear my micro boxer briefs today? We stand like this for a few beats. I feel her lips against my ear "Relax." She takes a deep breath that I feel against my body. I close my eyes and follow her lead and take a deep, inhaling with her she exhales. We stand like this for God knows how long. I'm trying to not let the blood fill my cock but it's happening and it's starting to hurt.
