I work in a large hospital in the Southeast, and many evenings require us to stay overnight in the call rooms the hospital provides for us. And while this is a southern institution, espousing Baptist fundamentals, I found out one night, some true southern hospitality of another nature.
I was asleep one night in a call room which has two single beds, and almost always the rooms go unshared because there are generally enough rooms to go around if people sign up early. And the hospital policy strictly forbids co-educational room arrangements. But someone must have gotten the sign-up wrong. I was asleep one night, laying in my underwear on one of the beds on top of the sheets because the thermostat was broken and the room temperature must have been 85 degrees. Since we occasionally do need to share rooms when things are quiet, I thought nothing of the door opening while I was there. I was surprised however, when a female voice remarked her surprise at my presence.
I must have looked pretty silly with my hand on my crotch trying to figure out the mix up to this embarrassed woman, whom I had seen only a couple times before around the hospital. She introduced herself as Mary and said that someone told her all the other rooms were taken, and that this one might be available. After mumbling a few silly excuses, I told her she may as well stay there since it was late, and that I promised to behave. Besides, we were both tired and needed sleep that wasn't likely to come. She very quickly said that that wouldn't be necessary, and agreed to share the room. Without further ado, she walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and closed the door most of the way. There was still a little gap in the doorway, and whether on purpose or not, I found myself staring at her reflection in the mirror. At first I wasn't sure if to feign being asleep or not, but then I couldn't conceal the excitement I was beginning to feel at watching her undress, and go through her nightly routine.