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This is a re-post from RavishU, but Consenting Adults. I hope it's not too confusing.
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I went in to see the patient. Male, 38. 6'2" 197 lbs. Finished taking his measurements.
"So, what's the purpose of this visit?"
Blushing, he avoided my eyes.
"I'm a nurse, I'm not here to judge you, but I have to put something for the Doctor before he sees you."
Not to mention a fertility and sexual health clinic, so I went ahead, and held the point of the pen over the predictable area.
"Well, you know. I may have been experienced some trouble. That I might want to get a pill for."
"Erectile Dysfunction?" [X] Setting the clipboard down, I picked up the sphygmomanometer, and played out the hoses. "Now, I'll have to take your pulse, and blood pressure."
He nodded, and put his arm up. His noticeably muscular arm, but since working here. We treat a lot of men, and couples. For ED, Priapism caused by ED medication, infertility, and also psychological counseling. For instance ED may have any number of organic, and emotional causes. We don't do Abortions here, regardless of what the picketers out front would want you to believe.
Holding the bell to the inside of his elbow, I placed the earpieces, and listened to his pulse. Pumping it up, I turned my wrist, and watched my watch for 15 seconds. Aware of his hand under my arm, his thumb moving, and brushing my scrub top against the side of my bra, then starting to turn.
"Please try to hold still."
"Uh," Blushing He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and I couldn't help but glance down. Sure enough, it seems to be functioning all right! Look back at my watch, and wait for the second hand to come round to the 9, but now his hand was thumb up, and his fingers traced lightly against my bra strap.
"Hhuh! Of course, it might not be a problem with me." He scooted out.
Tear my eyes away from the bulge swelling, his pulse thudding faster, so I have to start over. Waiting for the second hand to come around to the 6 this time, and counting. Even as his wrist turned, and his palm pressed less and less gently into the side of my bra. His thumb brushing gently up to grip it, and the blood bulging out in the veins of his muscular forearm. Like the vessels I can only imagine, licking my lips.
"Snh?" Now it's coming back around to the 3, "Sorry, I lost count."
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15 seconds of his hand, now unabashedly cupping, and holding my breast, but he held still, and his pulse slowed to something I could count.
"Hhuh! I can't get an accurate heart rate with you so. Excited." Roll Eyes
"Well, I'm sorry, but." He started moving his thumb again, and squeezing gently with his fingers. "You might be a little excited yourself, and. I have a little swelling, you might want to look at."
Okay, sexual harassment, in a work environment like this. PSH! Blushing I let the pressure out, but made no move to remove the cuff. Just let the bell fall back to my chest, and unhooked the earpeices to set it down.
"We can try again in a few minutes." Grin "If there's anything I can do." Feeling his muscular leg, through his pants. "To help you relax?"
"Well," he sat back, and finally let go of my chest. "I guess I've been having a little sexual tension at home. Which is why I came in, of course. My wife" I had noticed the wedding ring, it's just not the sort of information I need to write down. "She's lost a lot of weight, so her breasts aren't as full as they used to be. They're starting to sag, and. It's possible that may be part of the problem, but not being able to compare them to say. A younger, perkier pair."
"Hmh!" I reached his fly, and felt it with my fingertips. As I picked the zipper pull out, and slowly worked it down. "In here?"
"Yeah. You've got a nice pair of tits." Bent over, so the V of my scrub top hung down.
This isn't my fantasy, it's my job. Without any false modesty, I must say that I do love my job. It has it's perks, for instance Being the fantasy of so many patients. "Huh!" I nodded, and on cue he reached down to pull my top up. I had his button pinched, and slipped my thumbnail into the hole. So it popped, then he had his hand on my bra again.
Shocked "Mh, yeah!" Blushing At least 9 inches, which isn't the sort of thing I write down, either, but with his pants open. "Snh!" That let out the odor of his sweat. Especially the dicksweat released by peeling back the foreskin from his glans. "SnH! You know." Grin "We can only help you with accurate information." I slipped the skin down with the web of my thumb, and pinched my fingertip, and watch it swell. The veins stand out, and a small transparent drop of premen well out of the teardrop opening of his urethra. "And this isn't what I call a little swelling!" Blushing
He got up, and his pants slipped down. So I could see it in all it's glory, but as tempted as I was to taste it, and feel it swell on my tongue. "Huh!" I know better. Instead, I just cupped his balls, and leaned over when he slipped his hand down the back. Of the neck of my scrubs, feeling the catch of my bra to release them.
"Hah!" To hang, hot and heavy, so I could lean back, and feel them. Squeeze them together, even as his pants pulled tight over my lap. His knees beside my thighs, I kissed his hairy abs, and twirled some hairs out above his navel to suck the sweat off of them. Even as his thick length pressed between my hot breasts, and I panted. heart beating out of control, holding them, and pinching the nipples to twist and pull them. His hair balls draped on the bottom of my sternum, and his hips lifting them up, so they wrapped completely around.
His hands on my shoulders, he let go to pull my top up. Steadying himself. "KAHL!"
"STP!"
"Uh!" My head back, I just felt his hot wet spit fall, and splat. Wet around the tip pushed out the top, and pumped my tongue to bring up more from my throat.
It rolled down my tongue, and fell to wet it further, but he was already pumping. Dragging his scrotum, and testes up and down the top of my panting midriff. The bottom of my ribs, the skin pulling tight, and slipping in the spittle.
"STP!" Another thick wet splat.
"Hahl!" More drooling on my tongue, and working down with his slow thrusts. I gave them a nice shake, up, then back and forth to mix it with the sweat, and he started fucking them faster, spitting when he could.
I just let it drip from my tongue, but now they're bouncing and flattening against his hips. The hairs tickling between them, and he's steadying on my shoulders. Gripping them, and stops.
"Hn!" At the top, so the wet skin is pulled back, and I feel it.
"Huh!" The first wet shot under my chin. Clinging to, and rolling down my neck, then another, and another. Blushing "Hhuh! Yeah."
"Snh!" He puts his foot down and step back. Black hoses still dangling from the cuff around his bicep.
I pull some sterile paper towels to clean up, and he pulls back his foreskin to dry the last of it, leaking out.
"Snh!" He nodded. "Huh! let me catch my breath, but I feel much better now."
I hooked my bra, and pulled down my top. Pinching the side straps, and jiggling them back into place.
"Huh! Good. Hm." Blushing "Have a seat." I placed the cuff carefully, and picked up my stethoscope.
Glancing at my watch, just patting the 12, I tucked the bell back under, and started pumping it back up...