You sit on the paper lined table, waiting to be seen for your annual checkup. The office was god awful busy, the wait in the lobby was long and you can see this taking all damn day.
Just then the door opens and a nurse in light blue scrubs comes walking in, holding a clipboard and blood pressure cuff and stethoscope. In her late 30s, light brown hair, nice curves. Hmm, you think, this doesn't suck.
"Hi, I'm Denise, I'm going to get some vitals and info out of the way before the doctor comes in. Sorry for the wait, our database is screwing up and we have to take all info down manually, so I apologize for the delay." She says as she puts her clipboard down on a counter and pulls the blood pressure cuff out and walks towards you.
Maybe it won't take all day, you think, as she takes your arm and wraps the cuff around it just below the sleeve of your Polo shirt. "You have nice arms" she says as she fastens the Velcro.
Is she flirting? You wonder.
As she positions the stethoscope, and puts your arm under hers turning your palm up, her left breast rests perfectly in your hand. You notice it and look at her, immediately preparing to give a quick "sorry" and for you to both shift slightly to remove the awkward situation, but she is nonplussed and actually shifts to keep her breast exactly where it is.
You look at her and she smiles directly at you, never losing eye contact. You notice she's not even pumping up the cuff. She leans in a little bit, pressing her sizable breast into your hand more, the full weight of it resting in your hand now.
You smile back and squeeze. Her nipple hardens against your palm. She smiles and leans in closer to you, her face now inches from yours while managing not to move her breast from your hand.
"MMM" she whispers "Would you mind taking my temperature?".
You chuckle and she undoes the tie of her scrubs and moves your hand to her waist while removing the unused cuff from your arm. You take her guidance and slip your hand inside the waistband of her scrubs.
