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Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY: Nurse's Exam
Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2001 19:10:01 -0500
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The Nursing Exam
by Michael K. Smith


[This is not really a story so much as a vignette of a mostly true recent 
incident....]


My "Primary Care Physician" is an old guy with a long Polish name. I can 
never pronounce it properly so I just refer to him as "my Polish doctor." 
He and his brother have an internal medicine practice together. He's 
competent, and I've been taking my flu viruses to him for about ten years now.

When you get a little older -- what Garrison Keillor calls your "extremely 
late 40s" -- you tend to pay closer attention to the aches and pains and 
lumps your body springs on you, wondering if some new twinge or growth is a 
symptom of something you'd almost rather not know you have.

Anyway, I've been getting complete annual check-ups for several years, and 
that includes a proctological exam. I expect guys feel the same way about 
procto that women feel about pap smears: Something necessary that you know 
you have to go through, but which you certainly don't look forward to. That 
was certainly the case with my Polish doctor, who has large hands. He tends 
to just bend you over, spread your cheeks, and ram what feels like four or 
five fingers up in there for half a second, then yank them out again. Kind 
of a teeth-gritter. I didn't much care for the overly casual way he handled 
my balls, either.

In recent years, the local real estate developers have been building new 
subdivisions out on our end of town at a terrific rate, one minor result of 
which has been a doubling in the size of my doctor's practice. They've 
brought in another doctor as a junior partner, but they also recently added 
a Physician's Assistant and a Nurse Practitioner -- what's called 
"physician extenders." The two women have taken over a lot of the routine 
visits from the doctors.

The P.A. is a rather severe though elegant woman in her late 30s named 
Lara, though I don't think she's even Russian. She's pleasant but a little 
brusque, like she has to prove how "professional" she is. But she's okay. 
She dresses very nicely indeed, with low black heels beneath the white lab 
coat, gold bracelets, and long, bright red fingernails.

The Nurse Practitioner, on the other hand, is relatively ordinary -- late 
20s and wears scrubs -- but she's very cute, very sweet. She's no more than 
5'2", very fair-skinned and small-boned. She wears her blonde hair in a 
practical ponytail that bounces. Her name is Cathy and she seems perfectly 
at ease with her job and her patients.

Last week was my annual physical, and this time it was with Cathy the N.P.; 
to get to see my doctor, I'd have to wait another couple of months. Because 
she didn't know my history the way my doctor does, we went through my file 
in some detail, with her asking questions about past illnesses and 
conditions and the prescriptions I was presently taking, and me trying to 
supply coherent answers. I was quite taken with her high, clear, musical 
voice during all this. Then she stepped out of the examination room while I 
stripped and put on that silly gown that opens in the back. (Frankly, I'd 
feel a lot less idiotic and embarrassed if they'd just let me sit there naked.)

She did all the routine things, the EKG, the thumping and prodding and 
stethoscoping, and then she asked me to turn around and bend over the table.

And here I have to digress for a moment. For whatever reason, I'd had a 
series of very erotic dreams the night before and I had woke up with sex 
fully occupying my mind. Ordinarily, I would have put the make on my wife 
-- but she was out of town at a business meeting for a couple of days. 
Second choice would be to just jerk off before I got up -- but my medical 
appointment was early and I was going to be late if I didn't get moving. So 
when the nurse greeted me, thirty minutes after I'd climbed out of bed, I 
was still in a horny frame of mind.

When I turned around and bent over, I didn't bother to gather my gown up 
around my hips, so she did that herself. I distinctly felt her small, 
latex-gloved hands brushing over my hip bones, a very pleasant sensation. 
Then she spread my cheeks, being much more cautious and gentle about it 
than my Polish doctor. I had the feeling she hadn't done these exams very 
often.

"Tell me if I hurt you," she said, which was also very unlike the old man.

And then her finger was sliding slowly up into my asshole, wiggling a 
little as it went. Because her hands were small, she had to get the entire 
length of her middle finger in there to reach the target, and I felt her 
palm spread out against my ass. She actually had to push rather hard to get 
her finger farther up in me, and she steadied herself with her other hand 
on my hip. The sensation was intensely erotic and my cock was beginning to 
thicken and lengthen against my stomach. I would have been happy to have 
her leave her finger in there awhile longer, but after about thirty seconds 
she slowly withdrew it.

"Well, everything's as it should be," she said, as she stripped off the 
gloves and tossed them in the specially-marked can. "You can turn around 
again." Which I did.

The old Polish doctor used to stand in front of me and just stick his hand 
up under the gown. He'd roll my balls around in his hand for a moment and 
then wash his hands without a word.

Cindy actually sat down on a low stool in front of me, her face at the 
level of my crotch, and asked me to raise the front of my gown. (Like I 
said, why bother to even wear the damned thing?) Then she sort of weighed 
my balls in the palm of one ungloved hand while raising my penis up out of 
the way with the other. That was unexpected and my cock reacted 
predictably. I could it feel it stiffening further in her gentle grasp. I 
had a sudden vision of Nurse Cathy opening her mouth wide and popping my 
penis inside -- but, of course, she didn't. However, she did glance quickly 
up at me and I thought I saw a blush on those fair cheeks. I know I saw a 
flitting and perhaps impish smile. And I'm almost certain I felt her 
squeeze my cock just the tiniest bit. But even if she hadn't actually done 
that, my erection was acquiring serious proportions.

All this while, she was massaging my testicles, looking for lumps or 
whatever, and to smooth out the skin so she could see better (I guess), she 
was pulling them taut. It wasn't painful -- quite the contrary. She was 
creating an electrical current that was heating up my whole groin.

This went on for no more than a minute or two, probably, but it seemed a 
lot longer. I was certainly in no hurry for the exam to be over. But 
finally, she stood up -- she didn't release my cock until she was all the 
way up, like she didn't quite trust it to behave -- and smiled. And as she 
turned on the water in the basin, she looked over her shoulder and assured 
me that I seemed to be in good health. And that was accompanied by another 
smile as she turned and glanced for just an instant at the tent in the 
front of my gown.

"You can get dressed now while I go write your new prescriptions," she said 
and she was out the door. I had to force my cock down into the crotch of my 
jeans so it wouldn't be too obvious. I hadn't had a long-lasting hard-on 
like this in quite some time . . . but I hadn't had such an arousing 
medical experience in a long time, either.

I replayed the examination in the car all the way home. When I got there, I 
went straight to the bedroom, stripped, lay down, and had a long, very 
satisfying masturbation session. I recalled the feel of Cathy's finger in 
my ass, her hands on my balls and my penis, the quick smile, the blush -- 
and I extended the experience in my imagination, with her mouth on my cock, 
with her licking my balls, with her bent over the examination table while I 
filled her own ass. . . .

Hey. I'm not crazy. I know this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime 
experience -- or at least only once a year. I'm not going to get stupid and 
try to put the make on Nurse Cathy. But I can daydream, can't I?


END


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Copyright 2001 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted
elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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