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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mike09 Julia mF
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 30 Jun 1996 17:33:51 GMT



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JULIA: A Thorough Checkup

By Uncle Mike


     As Julia walked into the examining room, the man on the 
table was taking off what looked to be a very expensive, 
well-tailored white shirt. As he pulled it free he revealed a 
broad, well-muscled and well-tanned chest. Dr. Chegley had 
to call her name twice before she appeared to come out of a 
daze and notice him.

     "Yes, Doctor?"

     "Nurse, please take his blood pressure. And be quick about 
it. We've got to get all these physicals finished by Friday, and 
there are at least a dozen left." As usual, he didn't waste 
time with politeness.

     Julia unrolled the blood pressure cuff and slipped it 
around a bulging bicep. As she did, her slim, dark hand rested 
on the man's arm several seconds longer than seemed entirely 
necessary. And while she pumped away at the cuff, she kept 
one hand on his shoulder. Then it slipped down and roamed 
across his back.

     Dr. Chegley stood on the other side of the patient, his head 
bent as he listened to the heartbeat. He frowned as it began 
to race a bit.

     As he picked his head up, he noticed the cuff still wrapped 
around the man's arm. "Unless you think he needs a tourniquet, 
I think you can stop now," he observed acidly. Julia quickly 
unwrapped the cuff and put it away. As she did, the doctor put 
his stethoscope on the man's chest again.

     "That's funny," he said. "I could have sworn your pulse was 
racing a few seconds ago. Have you had any heart problems? 
No? Nurse, get Mr. Thompson's file for me."

     Julia left quickly, with a last lingering look back. Instead 
of going straight to the files, however, she ducked into a 
corner of the hallway. Glancing around quickly, she lifted the 
hem of her short white uniform skirt and slipped a well-
manicured finger under her panties. Her head fell back and her 
dark lips parted as she rubbed the finger over her cunt lips. A 
soft moan escaped as her juices began to flow, lubricating 
her hole and allowing her to slip the finger inside.

     The nurse's eyes were closed and her head was lolling back 
and forth when a curt shout broke through: "Nurse! The file!"

     Abruptly Julia pulled her hand away. Rushing to the file 
cabinets, she swept up a paper towel and dried off her finger.

     When she opened the door of the examining room again, Dr. 
Chegley turned swiftly and yanked the file from her hands. 
She stood stock still. On the table, the patient was lying 
down, his pants and briefs crumpled around his knees. His 
partially erect, six-inch cock was in clear view. But even as 
she stared, the doctor turned back to the man, cutting off her 
view. The doctor's hands moved down as he checked for a 
hernia. "That's all, nurse," he called over his shoulder.

     Julia returned to the front desk. It was almost noon, and a 
half-day at the clinic. The others had all taken the day off or 
left early. Julia slipped into the receptionist's chair, sliding 
it up to the desk. The only one in the waiting room was a 
young man, almost a boy. He had on the starched uniform shirt 
of one of Astrospace's messengers, and he was fiddling 
nervously with a magazine, flipping the pages too fast to be 
reading anything.

     He glanced up when Julia sat down, then went back to his 
magazine. Julia furtively slipped both hands beneath the desk 
top and again lifted her skirt over the tops of her nylons and 
the white elastic garter straps. She fluttered her hands over 
her thighs before slipping them under the soft white cotton 
panties, already wet from her secretions. Gently she spread 
the slick labia and put two fingers into her cunt. Her 
breathing grew short and ragged as she fingered herself, 
letting one finger slide over her sensitive clit. After a few 
minutes she pulled one hand out and rummaged through her 
purse, finally pulling out a picture of her boyfriend, Paul, who 
was out of town for two weeks. She laid the picture on the 
desk before her and put her hand back down.

     As she caressed herself, her long, shapely legs spread 
apart, pressing into the sides of the desk. She leaned back, 
the chair's wheels sliding a little on the carpet. Her eyes 
began to flutter and close.

     Then the squeak of the examining room door opening 
surprised her. Quickly she pulled her hands out and began to 
smooth out her skirt as the patient walked past, Dr. Chegley 
close behind.

     "Who's next?" he demanded in a bark. 

     "I am," the messenger said at once, and then repeated it in 
a lower tone.

     "Well, get in here, I haven't got all day," the doctor 
snarled. As the boy moved past, Dr. Chegley turned to Julia. "I 
should've been at the hospital 15 minutes ago. Blasted annual 
physicals. I'll do the once-over on this kid; here, you finish up 
the paperwork on Thompson and then come in and finish up -- 
hey, kid, what's your name?"

     "Barnes -- Peter Barnes," the messenger said as he slipped 
into the room.

     Julia rushed through the examination forms, checking off 
all the boxes and making a couple of copies for personnel and 
their own files. Just as she finished, Dr. Chegley came flying 
past her, slipping on his coat and heading for the door. "Just 
check his pressure and send him back to work," the doctor 
said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

     When Julia opened the door of the examining room, the 
messenger was just buttoning up his shirt. He looked up and 
perhaps he stared a little. Even the starch of her nurse's 
whites couldn't conceal the lush curves of Julia Baker's body, 
and the pure brightness of her uniform drew even more 
attention to the perfection of her cafe au lait complexion. As 
she stepped toward him, his eyes moved to her lithe legs, 
encased in  the usual white stockings; the heels of her white 
shoes emphasized the turn of her slender calves.

     "Hello, Peter," she said, unhooking the blood pressure cuff. 
"Take your shirt off, please."

     The boy looked at her, confused. "But ... but the doctor just 
told me to put it back on."

     "Now, Peter, I have to take your blood pressure. Let's go."

     "They usually just have me roll up my cuff," he said, as he 
started to show her. She stopped him by putting her hand on 
his; it was warm and seemed to give off a faint, musky smell.

     "I'm the nurse, here," she said softly. "Come on." 

     With a shrug, Peter began to unbutton. Julia undid the last 
couple and held the shirt as he slipped out.

     In the cool air of the examining room, he shivered slightly 
and tiny goose bumps appeared on his pale, hairless flesh. 
They grew a little bigger when Julia brushed against his arm 
as she put the cuff in place and pumped it up. In a few 
seconds she had her readings and recorded them on the boy's 
chart.

     "Now take off your pants," she said, looking him in the eye.

     His jaw dropped. "But ... what? The doctor didn't say 
anything about ..."

     "Don't be shy, I'm a nurse. I've seen lots of men," Julia said 
with a smile. "I'll help."

     Reaching down, she began to undo the buckle on his belt. 
Peter fumbled her hands away. "I can do it," he said with a 
tremor in his voice. "It's just ... just ..." He ducked his head as 
the buckle came loose and he slipped down his zipper.

     "You don't have to be embarrassed," Julia said. "Look, I'll 
make it easier for you. I'll take my clothes off, too, so you 
won't be the only one."

     Peter's head came up with a snap. 

     Stepping back, Julia slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The V 
of the neck widened as the buttons came loose, revealing the 
rises of her full breasts confined by a lacy white bra. She let 
the blouse fall to the floor and unzipped the zipper on her 
skirt, stepping out of it. 

     Julia's pink tongue poked out between her full lips and slid 
back and forth. Peter's eyes raced up and down her body; his 
young cock poked stiffly against his baggy boxer shorts and a 
small, dark stain began to form.

     Reaching behind her, Julia undid the clasp of her bra and 
pulled it away. Her breasts hung free, ripe brown mounds 
capped by dark circles and thick, stiff black nipples. She 
cupped them in her hands a moment before bending down to 
slide her panties off, leaving the stockings and garter belt in 
place. 

     Moving closer to the examining table, the nurse tugged at 
the young man's shorts, pulling them free. His cock sprung to 
attention, drops of pre-cum glistening.

     "Hmmm, that's some swelling you've got there," the nurse 
said with a smile. "I think I'll have to examine that more 
closely."

     Julia lowered her head and pressed her lips to the rod, 
letting her hot breath wash over it. Then her lips parted and 
she swooped down, engulfing his shaft in one swift move.

     "Ohhhhhhhhh!" The boy gasped and arched his back. "Ohhhhhh 
that's good," he managed to sigh as Julia's head bobbed up and 
down, her lips sliding over his cock while her tongue tickled 
the head and its sensitive sides. Peter reached out and 
grasped her breasts in both hands, caressing them.

     In just a few minutes his breath began to come in quick, 
sharp gulps. "Ohhhhh, I'm gonna cummmmmm!" he shouted as a 
burst of sticky white goo shot into Julia's mouth. She 
swallowed it all and kept his cock in her mouth as it deflated.

     Giving him a minute to recover, she began to suck his 
shaft again. At first it was too sensitive and he tried to push 
her away, but she kept up a gentle motion and soon the rod 
grew long and stiff again.

     Then Julia pushed him back on the table and slid him 
around so he was on it full-length. As Peter watched, the 
nurse clambered up on the table herself and squatted over his 
waist.

     He could see her cunt now, wide open underneath a patch 
of curly black hair. She had spread apart the dark brown, 
almost black pussy lips, revealing the deep pink folds inside. 

     "Let the nice nurse give you a good physical," Julia said as 
she lowered herself onto his erect cock. It slid easily into her 
hot, wet cunt, but Julia took it slow, allowing only a little 
bit in a time even though Peter began to buck up at her, trying 
to stuff it all in.

     But at last she settled down, the young man's shaft buried 
to the hilt in her tunnel.

     "Mmmm, everything seems to be in working order," Julia 
whispered. "But I think we need to run a few more tests." 
Peter could feel her cunt muscles squeezing his cock as she 
began to move on him, rising and falling, sinking his cock into 
her velvety folds.

     "Let's test your reflexes now," she said, bending her face 
down to his and slipping her tongue into his mouth. Peter 
kissed her back, their tongues tangling, and she rode him like 
that for awhile.

     Then she sat back up again. "Very good. I think you're going 
to pass this physical with flying colors. But I need to check 
your muscles." She lifted his arms up to her chest, bringing 
his hands to her bouncing tits. Getting the idea, Peter again 
grabbed them and massaged the mounds, sliding his fingertips 
over the nipples.

     "Yes, yes, that's it," Julia began to moan as she increased 
the pace of her bucking. "Rub my tits. Fuck my hot pussy. Show 
me what you've got!"

     Peter bucked frantically up at her sopping wet crotch, 
mashing his cock into her as sweat and juices covered the 
table and stained its white sheet. He caressed her tits, her 
smooth legs, her stomach. Their shouts of ecstasy began to 
bounce off the examining room's tile walls as the tempo of 
their rutting increased.

     Finally Julia could hold it in no longer. With an incoherent 
screech she stiffened all at once, then began to shake and 
writhe in tremor after tremor. Her motions sent Peter over 
the edge and he again shot his wad, this time jetting his cum 
into Julia's eager cunt.

     They lay on the table for several minutes before Julia 
rolled off and slipped back into her uniform. Without a word, 
Peter put on his own clothes. They left the clinic together; 
Peter held the door for her. Just as she was about to step 
outside, she turned abruptly and walked back to the 
receptionist's desk.

     Picking up Paul's picture, she smiled briefly and slipped it 
into her purse.







