Re-edited Sept 21
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This incident happened on my 18th birthday. On the actual day.
My plan was all set. I had passed my driving test shortly after my 17th birthday and was finishing my college course ready for a big summer holiday with my mates a few months after I turned 18. Into Europe. Spain, Ibiza or somewhere with lots of girls.
The best way for me to earn enough money for my holiday was driving a delivery van for a local distribution centre. A few friends had done the job in the past and it was the best way to earn some decent money in preparation for my holiday with the boys. The trick was that after 7 hours of work, they paid double-time. My friends had told me to just take my time and stay out for ten, eleven or even twelve hours every day and I'd earn a fortune. Brilliant!
The only issue was that the company's van insurance only covered drivers over 18 years of age.
Therefore, I had it all in place that on my 18th birthday, I'd have my 'driver safe medical' so I could start driving their vans (and earning) the next day.
The guy that booked the medical had warned me, that, "she's a funny woman, so just answer her questions and you'll be fine". I thought nothing of it!
At 10.15 am I rung the bell and waited. I was a little surprised to be at a residential home as I'd been expecting a doctor's surgery or clinic of some description.
A stout women in her mid-forties opened the door and stood in silence looking at me with a rather stern look on her face. I assumed that I had come to the wrong place.
"Erm, hello", I stammered. "I'm here for a medical. Is this the right place?" I asked.
Her mood seemed to change instantly, and she offered a friendly apology and told me that she hadn't been told that I was coming. She stepped out of the door, rather than inviting me in and pointed to her large double garage which had clearly been converted into a more useable space. She told me to go round the side and to press the bell next to door and that she'd let me in.
I did as she requested and after I'd pressed the bell the door buzzed, and I pushed it letting myself in.
I heard her call from through another door to make my comfortable and that she'd be with me in a minute.
I walked into the small waiting room and was reassured that it looked more like doctor's surgery with two little sofas facing each other with a low coffee table separating them. I plonked myself down and waited.
After a few minutes, she came through with two cups of tea and settled herself on the sofa opposite me. She was very smiley and seemed happy to have me there. She had changed her clothes and was now wearing a nurse's uniform of sorts.
Instantly, something about the situation didn't feel quite right. I didn't know what it was, but it just felt weird. I didn't understand why we were sat on the sofas opposite each other about to have tea rather than starting my medical.
She placed the two cups on the table and slid one towards me. She smiled as she did it and said "drink it whilst it's hot. I've put lots of sugar in just in case you're nervous".
I didn't know what I should be nervous about, but I thanked her and drank the tea.
She chatted away whilst we enjoyed our tea and I half-listened to her. She asked me lots of questions, although none of them medical. I told her about me wanting to drive the van as I wanted money for my holiday with my mates. She seemed very interested and asked how many of us were going, and where we'd like to go on our trip. But then she made a very strange and out of context commented that my friends and I would probably be trying to 'fuck lots of girls' when we're away. At first, I thought I'd misheard her as it was a strange and inappropriate thing to say. She just left the comment hanging in the air and smiled at me.
I took a long swig of my tea whilst not knowing how (or if) to answer. After a long few moments, she broken the silence and asked for my paperwork from the agency and my identification. Which I handed to her in the envelope I had with me.
I held out the envelope containing my documents and she leaned forwards to take it. As she leaned forward, I was presented with her very heavy and full cleavage and I realised that her uniform was button really rather low. Again, this felt a little weird.
It was only then, and as she stood up with the envelope that I realised how ill-fitting her uniform was. When she'd opened the door, she'd been wearing a sweater and trousers (I hadn't paid much attention) but now she was squeezed into a nurse's uniform which was probably two or three sizes too small for her.
She left the room muttering something about photocopying my documents, and I took more of a moment to watch her. Her uniform was too short for her. It was less than halfway to her knees and she had bare legs. No tights (stockings). This meant that there was a 'larger than would be expected' amount of skin on show. It struck me as rather inappropriate.
The top part of her uniform had short sleeves, which barely reached over her shoulders which again meant that there was a lot of bare arm visible. And rather than professional medical shoes, she wore white flip-flops with bright red painted toes nails.
She was not an unattractive women but she was much older than me. She wore heavy makeup, which again, I don't think she'd been wearing when she opened the door originally and she dowsed herself with a strong fragrant perfume.
She had dark brown hair which was tied up into a bun on her head and although she was short and plump I yet I found myself considering 'would I?'.
She bounced back into the room a few moments later with a look of utter excitement on her face and burst out with "oh my goodness, is it your birthday today?"
She already knew that it was my birthday as she was pointing at my date of birth on my driving licence. I smiled and confirmed, what she already knew, that "Yeah, 18 today". I smiled weakly.
She beamed from ear to ear. "Oh my, a sweet little eighteen-year-old". She seemed very excited about it. Again, I thought she was weird! It was a weird thing for her to say.
"Right, let's get you started," she said placing my envelope back on the table and again presenting her massive boobs to me which almost fell out of her uniform and I swear she'd undone another button whilst she had been out of the room.
This time she caught me looking and I had a moments panic not knowing what she would. She shocked me again by saying, "very big boobs, yes". As she said it, she smiled widely and raised her eyebrows up at me. But that's all she said. A split second after she'd said it I was thinking that I'd imagine it.
She invited me through into an adjoining room. There was a small desk and chair and an examination table similar to one found in any doctor's surgery. Then there was a make-shift changing screen and some other standard medical paraphernalia.
She perched herself on the edge of the desk and invited me to take a seat in the chair. I sat down and immediately attempted to slide the chair backwards as its position meant that I was very close to her legs. The chair wouldn't move. The way that she'd perched herself against the desk meant that the already short skirt part of her uniform had ridden further up her legs and was also now parted slightly open. The opening of the skirt must have been mere millimetres from her underwear.
I attempted to subtly push the chair back again as my face was uncomfortably close to her bare legs. Again, I could not move it at all and I had to assume that it must be fastened to the floor. This was getting very strange.
She ignored my clear attempt to move and instead start asking me questions.
She asked about my diet and exercise. She asked about when I last had my eyes tested. She asked about family history of heart disease and diabetes. All pretty standard.
Then she said, "Oh, I guess I should be writing this down and with a little smile", she twisted round and lifted a pencil and notebook from the desk behind her. As she moved her skirt rode up giving me a clear view of the fact that she was not wearing anything under her uniform.
My cock jumped in my shorts as I saw the momentary flash of her trimmed dark brown bush above the neat folds of her full and clearly visible pussy lips. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, and she settled back into her original position and began scribbling some notes into her book.
I instinctively attempted to push the chair backwards again but again it did not budge. I was so close to her legs.
"OK," she said folding her arms across her and holding the notebook in her lap. "Let's get you undressed and give you the once over shall we birthday boy?" She grinned.
She pointed me towards the screen and ask me to strip off and put on the gown which I'd find on the chair.
I did as instruct and went behind the screen. Just like everything else so far, it was a little weird. The screen was too small and ran adjacent to the wall as opposed to covering the corner. In other words, although I was technically behind the screen, I was still in clear view of this strange woman who was staring straight at me. She was even smiling at me. She made no attempt to look away. Instead, she teased and said, "come on, don't be shy". I attempted to move the corner of the screen slightly to give me some more privacy but to no surprise, it was fixed firmly to the floor.
I looked back at her again and she was still staring straight at me and she was still smiling.
I turned my back to her and quickly removed my jeans and pulled my hoody and t-shirt off together in one movement. I pulled the gown around me and attempted to tie at behind me. The strings only just reached, and I had to assume it was a child's size. This also meant that it was very short and only just covered my underwear.
