It all started when I changed jobs, a few months ago. The new HR people had told me that that I had to have a medical, to fit in with their health insurance requirements, so I'd made the phone calls, spoken to the young lady on their reception, and fixed the date and time.
"You'll find our clinic just along the High Street," she said, "about a hundred yards past the BP garage. You can't miss us, as we've got a sign saying 'Albany Clinic' on the street, then there's a car park round the back. Look forward to seeing you next Tuesday at 4pm."
So the days came and went, and I'd idly fantasised about the doctor and nurse thing, wondering just why some guys found nurse's uniforms arousing, when for me the major turn-on was just wool. Sweaters, cardigans, twinsets, jumpers - all were fabulous on the right body, especially a well-proportioned more mature lady, with a certain twinkle in her eye. There was something about the way that woollen clothes just clung tightly to her breasts, revealing the shape, changing as she moved, and even showing off her nipples too if you were lucky.
On the Tuesday I was running late, so I phoned ahead to let them know. Then I couldn't find their clinic, however well signed it was. Eventually I got there about 15 minutes late, and walked into the rather smart beech-furniture reception, where a couple of nurse-dressed girls were behind the reception. 'Why this nurse uniform?' I asked myself as I said my name and apologised for being late. The younger one, with shorter dark hair made a pained smile.
"Thanks for letting us know, but we are now running well behind our schedule. I'll just let Doctor Jones know that you are here, and we'll see if she can fit you in. We do have a very busy schedule you know. Please take a seat!" and she beckoned me to the seats on the other side of the reception area. As I look around there seemed lots of corridors and doors both to the left and the right, so I just picked up one of the magazines on the table and did my waiting room thing of flicking through them while the receptionists chatted and maybe got round to calling Dr Jones.
After a couple of minutes there was a voice to my left - a mature lady's voice, quite deep and well used to calling patients to medicals.
"Mr Jarvis? Mr Andrew Jarvis?"
As I was the only one there, I kind of figured it was me, so I stood up and peered to where the voice had come from.
"Yes, I'm here!" I said.
Then the voice came round the corner, and nearly fell over as I walked towards her. Dr Jones was about ten years older than me, in her late forties, with an attractive smile and medium length wavy auburn hair which nearly reached her shoulders. But it wasn't the hair that stopped me in my pace, but the clothes she was wearing. Not for her the mere nurse's uniform - she was a doctor, so could wear what she liked. Which was a sweater suit with matching cardigan - or a twinset with matching skirt - I couldn't figure out which. It was in a fine knit baby blue cashmere, which looked just utterly sensual and so divine. The cardigan was unbuttoned, and hung open over her breasts, which looked full and rounded as I took in my first glance. I guess she had shoes on too, but I just didn't notice.
"Ah Mr Jarvis, a little late are we?" she asked, then continued, "Just follow me into the clinic please."
As I walked behind her, mesmerised, her fragrance just caught my nose: heavy, musky, warm, and so unexpected on a doctor doing routine medicals. My eyes were exploring up and down her mature and shapely figure as she led me through the door of Clinic G. She waited with the door open, so I walked passed her, apologising for my delays.
"Yes, I'm sorry I was late but I just got held up with a phone call just as I was leaving..." I began, but she interrupted.
"I know how busy things can be, Mr Jarvis. Can I call you Andrew? Please come in and take a seat over there by my desk." and she smiled a somehow knowing smile as I moved past her, wanting to stare and stroke but realising I just couldn't. I got a glimpse, anyway, of the soft rounded swellings where he breasts pushed forwards under the soft wool. God she was gorgeous!
As I sat down at the end of the desk she sat in the main seat, only a yard away, then pulled forward the file with the medical questionnaire on it. I watched intently as she moved, studying her body - which was not quite so slim as I'd thought - she had a mature fullness but was certainly a trim looking lady. And so sexy in that blue twinset!
"Right!" she smiled, looking directly at me, so I stared back into her deep blue eyes. "Now there are just some basic questions first, so I'll go through those and you just give me you answers. It should only take a few minutes."
God, I thought, it could take a few hours if meant me sitting here staring at her and her sweater-covered body. I was now taking in the details - the cardigan was a v-neck, with just a short ribbing at the end of the long sleeves, which were pulled just a fraction up her fore-arms, folding the wool softly at the elbows, and the wool seemed quite tight over her shoulders. As she moved forwards so the cardigan hid her breasts, but when she sat upright again, so they pushed wonderfully forwards under the wool of her sweater, showing off her full mature shape. The sweater underneath had a simple high round neck, and stretched wonderfully tight and smooth over her breasts as she sat upright after writing on the form. And her skirt just continued the blue colour over her hips, ending with a matching short hem just above her knee. All the wool was the softest-looking cashmere, which was even more gorgeous close-up than it had been from a distance, with the soft short hairs of the cashmere contrasting beautifully with her skin at her sleeves and round her neck. .
She'd gone through the questions of name, address, date of birth and phone details before I'd realised she'd been asking me anything and I'd been giving her the answers like a robot. It was just so gorgeous to be looking at such an arousing lady, from such close quarters, sharing in a simple conversation, and watching her eyes as she looked up at me, then scanning her body while she wrote down the details. I wondered why the nurse hadn't done this earlier - but was very glad they weren't allowed to do this simple administration.
"Good, well that's the basics, now on to the medical questions," she started, before asking me about childhood diseases, injections and all sorts of background details, some of which I remembered, and some I had to guess at. I glanced at the questionnaire and was glad to see it looked like several pages, which meant several minutes of taking in the image and fragrance of her body, and her soft yet firm voice, for playing back later when I was back in my bed. I knew how I'd be getting to sleep that night - and a waking in my pants alerted me that he was already thinking of these things.
After a few more minutes of questions, when my eyes had gone over her body about a million times, taking in all the little subtleties of shade and texture in the wool, the rounded bulges of her breasts, the little folds of wool in her elbow and the slight ripple of her bra back as she leaned forward, my cock was growing hard in my pants, and I gently squirmed in the chair to ease it along.
"Well that seems to be the basic questions, Andrew - now for the examination." she said, putting down her pen. "Just take of your jacket and roll up your shirt sleeves, so I can check your blood pressure."
I did as instructed, while she prepared the high-tech armband, then heaven! She touched my bare left arm, sending a tingle of energy through my whole body. Then she leaned forward to put the sleeve in the right place, which meant her physically pushing my sleeve back - but it wouldn't go far enough. As she struggled with my shirt, so I felt her cardigan brushing against my fore-arm, feeling deliciously soft and somehow so intimate.
"No, it won't pull up. I think you'll need to take your shirt off too please - just leave it on the back of your chair!"
So I stood up, and unbuttoned my shirt, trying to keep my chest out and belly in to look a little more manly. Watching her from above, I looked down on the top of her head, and the swelling of her breasts below, and for a second the thought of her just sucking me off came teasingly into my head. Another cock twinge followed, as I peeled off my shirt, and hung it on the back of the chair before sitting down again - now strangely undressed and vulnerable.
"Right, this should be easier - just put your left arm forward onto the table, and I'll wrap this sleeve around you..." she began, moving forwards and half standing before me as she tightened the velcro. Her cardigan hung forward as she moved, and again somehow brushed against my right arm, feeling so soft and sensuous against my bare skin. Mmm... she was just so attractive! As she sat back her cardigan hung open, and I even spotted a gentle wobble of her breasts under the tight wool of her jumper.
"Now let's see the readings, " she said, looking straight into my eyes and smiling. "I wonder if you're a high blood-pressure man?"
