"Luisa?" Calls the nurse.
"Yes." I reply.
"Are you ready to come back for your exam?" She asks.
"Yes, I am." I say with a smile.
The nurse was an attractive woman, I would say in her mid-twenties. She had long blonde hair that lay gently on her slender shoulders. She was taller, with a thin toned body and a perfectly shaped face. Of course, I am not a lesbian, but that doesn't mean I can't evaluate the look s of a woman. She was attractive; I wasn't going to pretend she wasn't.
She leads the way to the examination room. It was just an annual check-up. I wasn't expecting the appointment to be longer than fifteen minutes. I had a busy day ahead of me. Once I get myself situated, the nurse asks me a few generic questions, looks up at me, and says with a smirk,
"The doctor will be right in."
I pick up a magazine, the one on my right side happened to be People magazine, which is not particularly my favorite magazine, but I figured the doctor would be in very soon... which after about flipping two pages the doctor arrives.
"Hello, Luisa. I will be your doctor today, my name is Dr. Wilson." He says.
He was a very attractive man. He was at least 6'3 with a strong, masculine body. His face was chiseled to perfection, with a square jaw and prominent cheek bones. He wasn't like most doctors I have seen around him. He was younger, more youthful. I certainly was not dreading him to examine me.
"So, this is just supposed to be a check-up, right?" I ask.
"Um, yeah. I guess you could say that." He replies with a devious smirk.