House Calls - 7 By Jackie
Patricia had every intension of being totally professional in performing the pelvic examination on the busty, red-haired life insurance applicant; in spite of her own heightened state of arousal. She hadn't bargained on missus Howard's amazing vulva.
"I'm going to palpa... feel your outer labia first," she announced brushing the backs of her hands on the woman's widely splayed thighs before gripping the bearded outer lips between her thumbs and forefingers.
Feeling their plump sponginess caused a new tremor in her womanhood which she did her best to ignore. Opening the older woman's crease she was surprised at how full and thick the inner labia were considering none of it protruded. Pulling outward Patty saw the vulva blossom which made her own sex twitch.
"How are you doing?" she asked glancing up at her patient.
Tanya had her left arm across her mouth and appeared to be gagging herself with her wrist. The answer to the nurse's question sounded more like a moan.
As she pulled gently outward squeezing the tender flesh between her fingers and thumb she conducted a cursory visual inspection of the dark almost brown and very intricately folded inner lips. The structure at the apex of the crinkled labia minora made her do a double take. The cone shaped flap of skin was quite smooth looking in comparison to the surrounding tissues. At the bottom where it joined the heavily textured labia it was as wide as her ring finger. It tapered up until it disappeared in the red foliage above the juicy gash. The cone was as long as the first two joints of the nurse's baby finger. Patty had never seen a clitoral hood that large and prominent before. Missus Howard's clit was the polar opposite of Kim Reynolds'.
The irony was not lost on the traveling nurse. `I've been nursing for almost fifteen years and doing these kinds of exams for nearly ten... in one day, back to back, I see the smallest most recessive clitoris ever, then probably the largest... what are the odds?'
Patty realized that she had been holding her patient's outer lips open and staring at the inner ones for an inordinately long time. She looked up at the redhead and saw that she hadn't taken her wrist out of her mouth. Clearing her throat the nurse announced,
"I'm going to check your inner labia now," it sounded hoarse and breathy, even to her.
It was difficult to grip the soft spongy flesh with her gloved fingers because it was so slippery. Patty managed to get a reasonable hold and started near the bottom of the furry boat shaped crease where the lips were somewhat thinner.
As she moved up she wasn't really prepared for how big and thick the labia tissue was immediately adjacent to the vaginal opening. Palpating the hot slick flesh made her own vulva twitch aggressively. The outward and upward force she was exerting predictably caused the older woman's clitoral glans to emerge. The whitish nub contrasted starkly with the rest of the dark vulval tissue. It was, as she'd speculated, the size of the tip of her baby finger.
Patricia had been trying to remain as detached and clinical as she could, but this was too much. Her head was starting to spin. She employed a technique she used to use when she first started. It involved visualizing the text book and going through the examination step by step. Focusing on the individual elements and their cautionary codicils had helped to keep her from thinking about what she was touching and feeling.
Palpate the inner labia working from the bottom to the top,' she recited in her head. When the clitoral prepuce is reached, carefully and gently retract it and visually examine the clitoral glans if evident. The clitoral glans should not be contacted directly unless some irregularity is observed. If an irregularity is found such contact may only be made with the informed consent of the patient.'
Patty recalled reading that page in the text book many times when she was studying for her practioner's license. It invariably made her hot.
Was extreme size an irregularity that warranted further examination? The studious nurse doubted it, but she asked anyway,
"May I examine your clitoris?"
Tanya Howard felt as though there was an elephant sitting on her lower abdomen. The heat and pressure since the pretty young nurse had begun the pelvic examination had been constantly increasing. She couldn't precisely feel her love button pop out but she knew it had. Tanya of course had no knowledge that there was anything unusual about her pleasure center. She'd never seen the inner workings of another woman's pussy so she had nothing to compare herself to. Although every one of the doctors who'd examined her over the years had noticed the anomaly it wasn't the kind of thing they would comment on without good reason.
When the younger woman between her legs asked permission to touch her holiest of holies, she almost fainted. The huge titted widow had resolved herself to getting so turned on by the examination that she thought she would burst. She'd promised herself a trip to her toy drawer as a reward for surviving the ordeal. But now... now the potential for immediate relief had been presented.
Taking her wrist from her mouth she croaked "Yessss" then silently added `and please hurry.'
Exactly according to the book she had her permission; with or without clinical justification. By the book she applied her left thumb near the top of the reclining woman's clitoral hood and `carefully and gently' retracted the smooth flap.
Patty bit her lip to stifle the gasp as the woman's turgid pleasure center fully emerged. Standing like a miniature penis straight out from her pubic bone it was every bit as long as the first knuckle of the nurse's little finger.
`I could take it between my fingers and masturbate it like a man's dick' the curvy brunette thought.
It was an intensely exciting idea. Still applying retractive pressure with her left thumb she took the hirsute woman's girl cock between the forefinger and thumb of her right hand and rolled it back and forth. Patty was so enthralled by the gristly firmness of the not so little organ that she barely heard her client's muffled wail. The twisting, churning of the mature hips was another matter though.
Patricia was disappointed when the woman let out a room filling scream and rolled on her side, away from the orgasm producing stimulation. The nurse was left looking down on her patient's full hip and butt as the redhead curled into the fetal position, panting like she'd just run a marathon.
Missus Cornaveau, out of sight of her client, passed the time licking the sweet fluids from her gloved hand. She slipped her other hand under her skirt and massaged her aching womanhood through the saturated crotch of the satin panties.
Patty couldn't decide if she was making her condition better or worse.
Everything was out of sight for the big busted redhead, curled on her side naked with her face buried in the bedspread. Patricia glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was after two. It wasn't far to her next appointment but she wasn't finished here yet.
The traveling nurse hoped her client was sufficiently recovered to continue. Touching the patient's hip gently Patty said,
"Can you roll back for me please?"
Tanya tried to fight her way through the misty murky land of post orgasmic bliss to understand what her examiner was saying. She felt the latex encased hand on her upper thigh encouraging her to rotate from her side toward her back. She yielded to the pressure and helped by turning her hips until she was back in the supine position again. She felt the rubber gloves on her ankles repositioning her legs, but the majority of her body was feeling quite numb.
"Now I have to do the bimanual exam. I'll be inserting three fingers in your vagina and examining the interior walls as well as your cervix." Patty explained as promised.
"Finally I'll push up from inside and try to feel your uterus, ovaries and bladder with my other hand by pressing on your tummy."
Tanya really didn't hear much after `I'll be inserting three fingers in your vagina.' She was back in the most immodest position possible with a stranger exploring her privates in ways that very few had ever done before.
I've never reacted like this in the doctor's office,' the widow contemplated so why now?'
The answer was simple although she didn't realize it in so many words. It was the lack of sexual activity, at least with a partner, since Bruce died; the fact that this was taking place in her bedroom and not some sterile smelling examining room; and finally the very new and somewhat disturbing attraction to other women that fueled her arousal. In all the times she had pelvic exams performed, this was the first time by a female.
`That should make it easier... right? It should make the whole thing less intimidating... less sexual?' Maybe it should but it didn't.
The nurse's hands were on her vulva again, gently separating her lips. Tanya braced herself for the invasion.
Patty slid her three small fingers in. It was difficult to reach all the way to her patient's cervix with her short little fingers. She did manage to get the firm organ on her finger tips she explored the relatively insensitive part of her client's reproductive system. Missus Howard's cervix may have not been very sensitive but the reclining redhead couldn't say the same for the outer portion of her love tunnel. The nurse's hand moving around and pressing on the engorged interior re-started the crampy feeling that had been relieved just a couple of minutes ago.
`I've never been able to get aroused again this fast,' the busty widow thought.
She had been looking up at the ceiling but now she closed her eyes. `Just relax and don't think about it... it'll all be over soon.'
It was a good plan but unfortunately something was lost between concept and execution. Tanya tried to distract herself from the probing inside her but the physical sensations simply overrode her efforts. Her physiological responses were beyond her control.
Patty worked at palpating the uterus, pushing the cervix up from inside while pushing down on the soft tummy fat. Moving on to her patient's ovaries she could feel the vaginal walls pressing down on her fingers, squeezing them. Glancing up at missus Howard's face she saw the grimace, which under other circumstances would most likely be interpreted as pain. Patricia knew it wasn't physical discomfort that was causing the strained expression. Her own pussy was pulsating in a steady rhythm. She wasn't really thinking about what she was doing when she picked up that beat and started moving her fingers in and out in time with it.
Tanya's conscious brain was still telling her to relax but the nurse's fingers sliding in and out were generating waves of heat and pleasure that her involuntary nervous system welcomed.
Patty wasn't really thinking at all anymore. She added a twisting motion to the finger fucking, watching the fat labial wings following her thrusting digits in and out. The vaginal contractions were more rapid now and accompanied by a grunt from her apparently receptive patient. When the redhead's hips began to twitch the nurse rotated her hand and pressed firmly just behind the prone woman's pubic bone, stroking the firm tissue that guarded the inner part of the widow's urethra.
Tanya had heard of the `G' spot but actually had little idea where it was supposed to be. In fact she recalled hearing that it was a myth. Some experts denied its existence. At that very moment those experts were proved wrong. The intense pleasure that filled her abdomen and spread out fairly slowly to all parts of her body seemed to come from deep inside; deeper than the little gloved fingers.
It was much different than the explosive climax brought on by the pretty young brunette tickling her clit. It was about as different as the pleasure of licking an ice cream cone as opposed to having a mouthful of sinfully rich cheese cake. She didn't shudder or shake, twitch or jerk; she just floated into a blissful state of total relaxation. She wasn't unconscious but she was in a world all her own.
Patty felt all the tension drain from her patient's body. Her own womanhood seemed of heave a sympathetic sigh but continued to pound at slightly reduced volume. On her way to the ensuite washroom she enjoyed licking the new batch of vaginal secretions from her glove before removing it.
In the bathroom the busy nurse quickly removed her skirt and panties. Using toilet paper first and then the wash cloth that was hanging on the towel rack she sopped up her own abundant fluids. Picking up her saturated panties, missus Cornaveau made the judgment that she'd be more comfortable without them. She put her skirt back on and returned to her client's bedroom. Missus Howard hadn't moved.
On an impulse the traveling nurse kissed her patient's forehead and said,
"Rest now sweetie," then exited the Howard residence carrying her examination kit which now contained a pair of sodden satin panties.
With her kit in the trunk Patricia got behind the wheel. The skirt material (she didn't know what kind it was) felt sort of abrasive on her tender backside. She was tempted to hike her skirt up and sit her naked ass directly on the soft smooth leather but opted against it.
`It'll be easier to clean pussy juice off the skirt than the seat' she reasoned; incorrectly.
She heaved a big sigh as she engaged the navigation control that would guide her to her final appointment of the day.
I hope the next one is an old man,' she wished as she pulled away from the curb. She'd have done well to remember the adage; be careful what you wish for.'
Augustus Witherby took the stump of a cigar out of his mouth. There was of course no smoking in the car dealership but Tom knew that his Service Manager occasionally lit the cigar for a puff or two. Most of the time the sixty-something just held it between his teeth like a pacifier. He set the well chewed Monte Cristo on the edge of the ash-less ashtray.
"I know what you want; and I won't fight you on it," Gus announced in his smoke graveled voice. Tom dropped himself in the guest chair in front of the old timer's desk in amazement.
"I guess you know that since Will's been gone things haven't been going so well," the majority owner of the dealership said. He needed to confirm that they were on the same page.
"I loved that man," the grizzly war vet said looking his boss straight in the eye. Tom was surprised to see the tears welling up.
"So did I," he replied feeling his throat tighten.
"He loved you too." Gus returned wiping angrily at a tear that had escaped the corner of his eye.
"It's just not the same... it'll never be the same without him."
The `without him' part came out as a pitiful sob and several more drops escaped the old mans eyes. He seemed to ignore them.
Gus' wife had died the year after Will's. Tom knew after that the two old friends had been inseparable. Golfing, hunting, fishing or just hanging out drinking, they were always together. As close as their friendship had been before their wives passed away, it went to another level entirely when they shared the common bond of being widowers. The young black man had never really given much consideration to what the loss of his friend would do to his Service Manager.
"I'm gonna retire," Gus said with finality, extracting a tissue from the box on the corner of his desk. Tom helped himself to one as well.
"Where will you go... what will you do?" the gigantic man felt his heart breaking for the old timer.
It hadn't always been like this--confrontational. When he was the top salesman, the three of them; he, Gus and Will had spent many evenings after the dealership closed drinking scotch and playing cards, or sometimes just shooting the breeze. His mentors joked about how their wives were gonna lay a beating on them when they got home. They usually made scurrilous remarks about Tom's potential to get all the strange pussy he wanted with no strings attached, which was quite true.
They let on that they envied him but Tom knew from seeing the older men with their wives that neither of them would trade places with him at the point of a gun. In a way it was he who envied them.
"I got a brother down south... got a nice condo on the beach. He's bin buggin' me to move down there for years." Gus picked up his cigar and lit it. Tom said nothing.
"I bought a place there last month... title changes over a week Friday. After that... I'm gone."
The dealership owner rose to his feet and extended his hand.
"Gus, I don't know what to say... I hope you'll be happy in your retirement."
The old codger rose, took the huge black paw and said,
"I'm gonna. And if you want my ten percent it's gonna cost ya."
"We'll leave that to the lawyers and accountants... friends?" he asked expectantly.
"Friends," the out going Service Manager replied.
"Now get outa my office, I got a lota work to do before I go," he said sitting back down and letting the cigar fizzle out.
On the way back to his office the very relieved General Manger noticed that Michelle's desk was still vacant. The thought of what his wife was likely doing to the talented little pixie made his manhood twitch.
Delia let the waves of pleasure subside to ripples. Looking at the top of the dark hair tied in cute little pig tails she could almost feel the girl's eyes on her well sucked vulva. She ran her fingers over her slightly numb womanhood pulling it open again.
"Do you like my pussy sweetheart?"
The big innocent eyes looking up from between her legs said `yes' on the seated secretary's behalf.
Bogdan and Associates CEO swung her sculpted brown leg over the girl's head and jumped down from the table. Ignoring the rubbery-ness she felt in her legs, Delia lifted the panty clad nymph to her feet.
Michelle's eyes were wide with anticipation when the nurse effortlessly deposited her on the examination table. Her host stripped the white lacy bikinis off so fast that it took the youngster's breath away. She felt like a doll being positioned on the firm, paper covered surface. The experienced nurse had her patient turned and was placing the delicate little feet in the stirrups before miz Woznouski realized that she had forgotten to breathe. She was taking in air in large gulps when the Halle Berry doppelganger pulled her tiny hips to the foot of the examination platform.
Some of her boy friends had performed oral sex on her but she was about experience something so completely different that they couldn't be called by the same name.
Missus Bogdan did her usual visual examination of her prize. The delicate thin pink inner labia of youth, engorged until they were almost red, presented themselves between the chubby bald outer lips. The dainty inner lips converged into an inverted cone of flesh that concealed miz Woznouski joy button. The only disappointment was that, although the lips were glistening damply, there were no rivulets of nectar flowing as the seated woman would have preferred.
She caressed the exposed folds gently with her tongue tasting the sweetness of Michelle's girlhood. With each gentle exploratory stroke, bottom to top of the delicious groove, the young secretary peeped like a baby bird calling for its mother. Her hips, powered by her heels driving against the metal stirrups, lifted off the paper covered vinyl.
`I'm able to enjoy it so much more... and I'm so much more in control when I get my cookies first,' the black nurse recognized.
Each lick sent waves of heat and electricity through the younger woman's pelvis and the waves rippled outward to every part of her naked body.
She'd always been a little on the dry side and normally needed a personal lubricant. In this case Delia's copious spittle was doing the job nicely.
The sensation, almost like a pinch that hit her love button each time the black woman's tongue tracked up her gash made her trust her hips toward the incredibly erotic touch, hoping for direct contact but not getting it. The tortured girl put her fingers in her mouth and began sucking them. She always found sucking to be very soothing.
After a dozen or maybe it was twenty strokes (nobody was counting); the nurse began to add a little flourish. At the top of the stroke her tongue flicked very rapidly over the distended cone of flesh where the labial wings met. The more or less direct stimulation of her pleasure center caused the girl to grunt and suck harder on her fingers. Each tongue flutter was like a step up a ladder leading to release. Much later, when Delia finally sucked and licked her clit in earnest, Michelle felt as though she was launched off the top of a mountain, hang gliding out over a blissful calm.
The initial surge had been like suddenly dropping a hundred feet in free fall. All of her organs seemed to be left behind while her body plummeted. The first wave that accompanied the drop was hot, very hot, too hot to tolerate but it was brief as the blood rushed to its assigned orgasmic stations. The next and the next were just warm and Michelle felt everything drain out of her until all that was left was the soaring feeling.
Delia was thrilled by the tiny high pressure squirt that hit her tongue. It wasn't much, only a drop or two but it was so amazingly sweet. The black nurse rolled it in her mouth reveling in the essence of the youngster's orgasm.
Bogdan and Associate's CEO cleaned up in the adjoining washroom before getting dressed. Her luncheon companion lay silently on the examination table sucking her fingers. The well satisfied head of the private nursing company stroked the girl's hair out of her face and said,
"We really must do lunch more often."
Michelle's eyes opened and she smiled as only a post orgasmic woman can.
"Come on out when you're ready," missus Bogdan invited, "and I'll take you back."
She glanced at the wall clock on the way out; two-thirty.
`I wonder how Patty's doing?'
In Patty's opinion, she wasn't doing all that well. She had located the Harding residence with the invaluable assistance of her dash mounted navigator; however her butt was feeling more than a little chaffed from wiggling naked against her new dark blue skirt.
`This shouldn't be too bad,' she told herself as she retrieved the examination kit from the trunk.
She had gotten her wish. The final appointment of the day was an older man. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders when she did the math from her last client's date of birth.
`He's sixty-two,' she'd calculated.
She had a vision of what a sixty-two year old man should look like as she was approaching the front door. It wasn't even vaguely close to Phillip Harding's appearance. A handsome, athletic looking six footer with very short steel grey hair greeted her.
`Maybe this isn't gonna be as easy as I hoped.'
The warm glow from her backside mingled with the smoldering embers between her legs.
"Hi, I'm Patricia Cornaveau. I represent Bogdan and Associates... we've been contracted to do the qualification medicals for Independent Life Insurance. Are you mister Harding?" the old man, who unfortunately for the traveling nurse didn't look that old, smiled an engaging smile and said,
"Yes... yes of course won't you come in?"
Patty felt his eyes scan her from head to toe as he opened the door fully and stood aside. It was a pretty typical male reaction to her lush curves, but there were times, like now, when those lascivious looks seemed to kindle a fire between her legs.
`It's only since Jim's been... incapacitated,' she forgave herself, even though she knew it wasn't strictly true.
The additional problem was that her day up to that point, and the last hour and a half in particular, had already kindled the fire. Mister Harding's appreciative survey had only caused a distressing flair-up.
"Who is it dear?" a woman's voice called out from somewhere in the house.
"It's the nurse, honey, come to do that physical... you remember," the grey haired man in the tan slacks and forest green sport shirt replied.
"That's my wife," Phillip informed his visitor; "If you'd like to follow me," he added; wishing devoutly that it was the other way around.
They entered the nicely furnished living room and Patty was able to put a face to the female voice. The woman was attractive in a senior sort of way. She looked ten years older than her husband. She was the female version of how the traveling nurse had envisioned her patient. It took missus Cornaveau a few seconds to realize what the woman seated in the recliner was doing. She removed towels from both her knees before up righting the chair and struggling to her feet.
She's icing,' the nurse concluded and the word arthritis' flashed in glowing letters through her mind. The decrepit looking woman hobbled toward her and extended her hand.
"Pleased to meet you miss..."
"Cornaveau," Patty filled in.
"Can I get you a cup of tea...? I was just going to have one," the tottering woman asked heading for the kitchen.
"No... no thanks," the curvy brunette declined.
"Only take a minute," the woman said and continued her evidently painful trek ignoring the negative response.
"She's a bit dotty," her client, and the woman's husband apologized.
Patty glanced from the wife to the husband and back, wondering if the slur would provoke a response; it didn't. Phillip recognized her discomfort and added, "also a little hard of hearing."
Resigning herself to being served a cup of tea, the empathetic care-giver said "Let me help you;" and started to follow the old woman.
"No don't!" mister Harding cautioned touching her arm.
"Let her play hostess. She does love to have company... and it's so rare that we do." The profound sadness in his voice touched Patty's heart.
"We really don't do much these days. The arthritis was bad enough, but when she started... you know, forgetting things and repeating herself... it just became too much."
There was a catch in his voice when he said it. She looked at the handsome man's face. Seeing the tears in his eyes she looked back toward the kitchen door out of respect.
"That's a shame," the nurse consoled, feeling like she had to say something.
"Oh well can't be helped" Phillip said in a brighter tone.
"That's why I had to quit working," he said in a matter of fact tone. "Can't leave her on her own too long."
It was really starting to break Patty's heart.
"What did you do, before you retired?" she asked being conversational.
"I was a welder... high steel," he replied proudly.
"That's very physical work," Patty commented, realizing that it explained his impressive physique. "How long have you been retired?"
"It'll be a year next month. That's why I had to get new insurance. The company's plan only covered me for a year after I stopped working. I need to make sure Agnes is well provided for in case..."
He didn't finish the statement because his stiff legged wife was returning carrying a tray of cups and saucers. The tea pot, cream, sugar and lemon that she also had on there made it look like a significant load. In an athletic flash mister Harding crossed the short distance and took the tray from his wife.
"Honey ya know ya shouldn't carry stuff like this."
He set the tray on the coffee table and said,
"I hope you don't mind... you don't have to drink any if you don't want, but I'd appreciate it if you'd humor her... uh, if you have the time," the powerful looking ex-welder said realizing that their guest was there on business.
Patricia saw the pleading look he gave her followed by a loving, concerned glance at his wife who unceremoniously dropped herself back into the recliner with a pained grunt.
"Is she older than you?" the nurse asked unable to contain her curiosity.
"No, we're the same age, give or take a couple of months. Seems some of us are just luckier than others," he replied with sadness seeping into his voice again.
They sat and drank their tea talking about the weather and other innocuous subjects. Patty helped herself to the biscuits and realized how hungry she was.
`That's right... I missed lunch because of the wardrobe change.'
That realization brought with it the memory of what made the change of clothing necessary. Just when she thought she had her sexual appetite under some control, the images from the Reynolds and Howard appointments reignited the furnace between her legs. She tried to ignore the hot twitching, but the tingling from her bum rubbing on the cloth of her skirt whenever she moved made it impossible to put it completely out of her mind.
Agnes' end of the conversation was rife with non-sequiturs. Each time his wife said something inane Phillip looked apologetically at their guest. It was following one of her more divergent comments that the fit sixty-two year old rose and said,
"Honey we can't hold missus Cornaveau up all day. I'm sure she has more important things to do." Turning to Patty who had also gotten to her feet he asked, "Where shall we do this?"
"The bedroom is always best," the nurse answered.
The details of what she was about to do sent a thrill through her agitated mons.
"I'm gonna ice some more," the old woman announced picking up the towel wrapped ice packs and applying them to her knees.
"This way," the grey haired retired construction worker invited as he started down a hall leading toward the back of the small house.
Patty picked up her examination bag to follow and gave herself a mental slap for noticing how nicely mister Harding's slacks hugged his evidently hard buttocks.
He closed the bedroom door behind them and turned expectantly toward the nurse. Patty was suddenly short of breath.
`This was supposed to be easy!' she cursed fate.
They stood looking at each other in silence for several seconds. Missus Cornaveau trying to get her vocal chords to form the words; mister Harding wishing the young woman's substantial bust wasn't covered by the dark blue suit coat.
"I'll need you to remove your shirt and trousers," she eventually managed to say. Immediately she felt a wave of heat that wash over her.
She wasn't sure if it was a blush or not on her patient's face as he began to unbutton his shirt. Patty thought the heat in the room had gone up twenty degrees and decided to remove her jacket. She turned her back as had become her practice in concession to her patient's modesty. She shrugged off her suit coat and hung it over the back of a chair standing beside the dresser.
The dresser was neatly decorated with various knick knacks and pictures all sitting on little lace doilies so the examination kit remained on the floor.
Not only was it not deliberate, but the traveling nurse had only the vaguest inkling what had happened. When she bent to get the stethoscope from her bag she made a tantalizing, though unintentional body position error.
Missus Cornaveau was not used to wearing a skirt, particularly when she was working. Nursing put her in a totally different mind set; very self-unaware. She forgot about the skirt, which was much shorter than anything she'd owned since high school and she somehow failed to think about the absence of her panties, despite the fact that her butt was still tingling in a most troublesome way. Mister Harding had removed his shirt and was unfastening his belt when the nurse presented him with a thrilling view of her very nicely rounded ass stretching the navy blue fabric of the skirt and more erotically... much more erotically, a glimpse of paradise for two or three long seconds.
Phillip could barely believe his eyes. He would never know how he managed to stifle the sound that wanted to come out of his throat. Perhaps it was the fact that he was on an inhale in his accelerated breathing rhythm so the lewd display resulted in a fairly quiet gasp.
While his lungs and vocal chords did not betray him his manhood responded instantly. He was not accustomed to being flashed by women young enough to be his daughter; or any other women for that matter. The retired welder would have had to think long and hard to recall the last bare pussy, other than his wife's he'd seen in the flesh. The fact was that, other than a glimpse here and there when she changed clothes, he hadn't even really seen Agnes' womanhood in about a year. The sexual depravation all accumulated in his very underused member.
There was room for the otoscope on the dresser and that's where Patty set it when she stood up and clipped the ear tubes of the stethoscope on the sides of her neck. There was no doubt in her mind whatsoever that her patient was blushing now. Further more the expression on his face was inscrutable.
`He looks as though he's seen a ghost... or...' when it occurred to the nurse what she'd just done, it all came flooding in, including her missing underwear.
`Oh my God... how much did he see... judging by the look on his face more than just my skirt covered tush!' the nurse joined her client glowing a lovely shade of crimson.
Phillip was so shocked and aroused by the spectacle that he didn't even consider whether it had been deliberate or not right then. His mind was working on a much more urgent problem. What to do about his tumescent penis when he had to remove his slacks. He was standing there with his pants undone. If he hadn't been holding them up they'd have fallen around his ankles by themselves. Even with the pants hanging so loosely from the old man's hands Patty easily detected the movement of the woody. Her pussy clenched and she scolded herself,
`This was supposed to be easy... it should have been easy... it's your own fault, your carelessness that's made it hard.' Under other circumstances the double entendre would have amused her but she was so upset with herself that it didn't even register.
They were both looking at the floor, avoiding eye contact; both ashamed of themselves. Somebody had to give in. It was the retired welder who concluded that there really wasn't any dignified way out of this and simply released his grip. Patricia saw the kakis hit the floor and the senior step out of them.
If he can be a big boy' about it I ought to be able to swallow a little embarrassment and get this show on the road... I'm the professional here and I don't think this is gonna get any easier.'
It was only a couple of steps but it felt like miles to the chagrinned nurse with the renewed squishiness between her legs. She could not prevent her eyes from lingering just a split second on the pole tenting the very traditional white jockey briefs.
"I'm sorry," he croaked contritely. "It... it's just that Agnes and I don't... I mean she can't really... uh..." the embarrassed man tried to explain but couldn't find the words. Patty was feeling more than a little responsible for his predicament.
"Don't worry about it" she consoled, surprising herself by sounding way more casual than she felt. "It's a very normal reaction for a health man in this situation."
`If he's embarrassed now what's he gonna do when he finds out those jockeys have to come off?' The thought made the nurse with the stethoscope hanging over her boobs feel a bit faint, but she took a deep breath and began her examination.
The luxuriant growth of grey chest hair made scrapping sounds through the ear pieces of the scope as she moved it around not lifting it high enough.
Jim, her husband, was relatively hairless and the curvy brunette was finding the uniquely masculine characteristic more erotic than she would have thought. That, the retired welder's buff physique and a particularly appealing cologne, had the nurse struggling to keep her professional composure. She kept being distracted by the struggle going on inside the white cotton briefs.
Patricia lingered longer than necessary on the blood pressure measurement. She knew the rest of the exam was going to be difficult--for both of them.
"Take these off for me please," the nurse indicated the retired man's briefs.
Once again Patty was amazed at how firm and level her voice sounded in spite of the churning in her stomach and between her legs. The sound mister Harding made was reminiscent of the groan you hear at the track when someone's horse has just lost in a photo finish.
After another pause, while Phillip considered whether he had any options, the mortified sixty-two year old pulled out on the elastic waistband to get it over his tumescent dick, let them fall to the floor and kicked them off.
NEXT: Alls well that ends well.