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11/12/2008
There are some advantages to being a man, such as the thrill that we receive when looking at a beautiful woman, or when a woman is provacative in a sexual way. If you are a woman, I would like to tell you about one of the most thrilling things that has happened to me for you to better understand men. If you are a man, then you can share in what I am about to reveal.
For years my family has regularly used a now elderly physician for all of our medical needs. Most doctors join together to form medical practices so they can cover for each other and take vacations and have some evenings at home with their families. But, my doctor has always been solo, and has always had his office in his home. This is the way it was in the 18th century in rural America, whereas, today almost all practices are in medical office buildings.
The home office offers the physician with the advantages of interaction with his family, and usually the nurse is the wife, so they can see more of each other. As you might expect the home office also has some disadvantages. For instance as the patients arrive, the physical facility is put to the test. Quite often the space is so limited that it is difficult for both the patients and the medical personnel.
My doctor's office is a large colonial home located on a corner lot in the suburb of our large major league city. It is convenient, and easy to reach as it is only two blocks from my own home. My wife and I both use his services and are not about to change any time soon. He is the kind of person who likes to touch. He will place a hand on you when talking to you, and it is comforting to know that your doctor is a caring person. His touching is not limited to either sex, and is never inappropriate, but just shows the kind of person that he is. His wife is also very touching and caring, and because of their relationship and ease, the office culture is laid back and perhaps a bit unusual. I guess that you could say that this is a setup for the kind of encounters that I particularly enjoy.
I am not a voyeur, nor am I a peeping Tom, but I must admit that I am incredibly turned on when a woman's body is exposed by accident. Now, I guess that there are some women who like to create accidents, like Janet Jackson, but I think that this type of thing is very infrequent. I know that there are some husbands that pester and encourage their wives to tease men with their bodies and to expose themselves. This thrill can lead to incredible sex, but these same men do not realize that this also leads to a loss of respect for each other, and it affects their relationship. I could say more, but I will do it at another time.
The medical office is so limited in space that it is difficult for the medical staff to completely protect the privacy of each and every patient at all times. Let me explain. There is a waiting room that can accommodate about 8 adults. You might expect that this type of doctor, in this setting might have a good percentage of patients with children, and so it is. The waiting room is usually very busy with little ones buzzing about while waiting with their parents. So, this is not a dignified place, but a lively one.
There is an archway leading into another room, and the two rooms are separated by a curtain in the archway. It is an easy way for the medical staff to keep in touch with what is happening in the waiting room, while at the same time working with the patient care on the other side of the curtain.
The inner room is fairly large, and has two smaller examining rooms, and six old high school lockers in the corner against the wall. There are also six chairs next to the lockers against the adjoining wall and four others on the opposing wall in front of a small room divider. This is a bit cozy, but it fits in well with the setting, and of course, keeps the cost down. This is important because I suspect that this doctor provides a lot of medical care to the marginal people who are too poor for insurance and not poor enough for Medicaid.
On the day that I am writing about, I was suffering from a cold that I just could not get rid of with OTC medications. So, I just showed up at the office for some additional help. I knew that he would want to get some specimens and have some lab work done, and that was comforting as I do not want this to develop into something very serious. I have been there so many times that I have no concerns, except for one thing.
This lack of adequate space in the examining area has created a unique logistical procedure. Let me tell you about it. When I arrived in the office, the door bell rang as it was opened. Within a few minutes the nurse came into the waiting room to see who had just arrived. I knew the routine, so I had already selected a chair and was seated. She asked my name and then left to retrieve the forms that I needed to fill out with the clipboard and a pen. I was then left to myself and the others in the waiting room while she returned to her duties.
After about 30 minutes, and after the other patients ahead of me had been processed, it was my turn, so she came through the curtain and called my name and asked me to follow her. She did not need me to follow very far because she just needed to point to one of the two examining rooms and told me to disrobe and put on the gown that was on the examining table. I entered the room and closed the door for privacy and removed my clothing and put on the gown. I am sure that you know about these gowns. I have read stories about men who like to put them on backwards in order to expose themselves to the doctor and nurses, but I am not that kind of person. I always like a good laugh, and I like a good erection, but I am always clinical in this setting. In fact, this setting is somewhat uncomfortable because while wearing a gown, one does not have support for body parts that typically require support. The female patients are braless, and might sway or bounce when moving, and men have no support for a member of their body that has a mind of its own. Fortunately when one is sick, it is easier to control that part of the anatomy, but the risk is always there. And, if I know that the risk is there, then stress is never far behind.
The procedure is to remove the clothing and to keep it in the examining room until after the initial examination. After the initial examination, you might be able to go directly home. But if any further tests are required, then the room is used immediately by the next patient, while you wait in the inner area next to the lockers.
On this particular visit the doctor wanted me to provide a urine sample and also some blood. There were three other patients, and they were busy with involving some pediactric issues that were very time consuming, so my service was delayed. The nurse gave me a small vial for the urine and I quickly entered the small bathroom to do what needed to be done.
Before I continue, let me also say that these surgical gowns leave a lot to be desired. First of all, they are immodest, and very difficult to tie correctly. I always struggle to get the darn thing tied right. I abhor the thought of my butt showing as I walk around the inner waiting area. The other thing about these gowns, is that they are so short. I mean to tell you that when sitting down in the chair, one has to be very careful to keep all body parts covered.
As I went to the bathroom, I noticed that everyone was sitting with their legs crossed, which was no surprise to me, as I would be doing the same thing. But, first I went to the lockers, and took one with the door open, and placed my belongings inside and closed the door. No locks were necessary because of the intimate setting. Then I turned to the bathroom detail and within its privacy I fulfilled my responsibility. The nurse asked me to just leave the specimen on the shelf in the bathroom. When I left she went in and retrieved it and, etc.
As I left the bathroom, I wanted to sit down, so I sat in the last vacant chair against the wall, after selecting a magazine from the rack behind the chairs on the wall. Sitting accross from me was an elderly woman and her husband. She was wearing a gown, while he wasn't. I guess that he was there to help her. Next to her was a young mother with a preschooler who was very active. Maybe she was there for treatment, because the kid seemed to be perfectly normal, except that he was very unruly and difficult to control. I would say that he was maybe, two years old or less. He seemed to be in the 'no' stage of life where everything is not to his liking. She would tell him what to do and he would obey for a few minutes, and then he was running off to the restricted areas of the office. She would get up and run after him bring him back. He would laugh, and then cry off and on whenever the situation warranted in his little world. As I observed his little world, my world began to change. The first thing that I noticed was that the young mother was quite good looking. She was slightly overweight, and had breasts that could use some support inside that flimsy surgical gown. When she ran after her son, her breasts were obviously swaying and bouncing about and giving me quite a stir. Oh no, I thought to myself as I felt the blood rushing where it didn't belong. Sure enough as she returned to her chair her nipples were clearly visible poking through the thin and much over laundered fabric.
Each time she sat down, she would be careful to tuck the gown in between her legs to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. But her kid did not like to be left on the floor. While the child was in her lap, he would not sit still and sure enough just as I hoped, the material began to shift. I think that I did not turn the page of that magazine the whole time I was there. My legs were crossed and my arms were bent in order to keep the top of the magazine high enough for me to maintain constant watch on the beaver alert just a few feet in front of me. My pulse was rising and falling with the rising and falling of the opportunities to see the treasure that was so tentatively concealed.
This is the time where patience is king. This is the time where waiting is worth its weight in gold. This is the time when all physical ailments are forgotten. This is the time that also makes great memories.
After about the third retrieval of her child, he was gaining ground on her patience, and she finally lost it. He was on the floor at the time and had just thrown his book across the room toward the lockers when she lost her temper. She looked him in the eye with that look reserved for mothers. He stopped and just waited for what he knew was about to happen. My response at that very moment was closely aligned to his, as I just waited for what I knew was about to happen, and sure enough. Without thinking about me, or the person next to me, she slid forward in her chair to stand up and get the kid. As she slid forward the fabric was pushed up her legs and with her legs parted for balance she began to stand up. At this point my pulse hit a new high. My blood pressure between my legs also was at an extreme point. This sweet young mother was right there before my eyes showing me a most glorious sight.
The female anatomy is a wonderful thing, and there are so many ways to appreciate it. However, nature has built in some safeguards along the way. For instance, some women have very large legs that act as a kind of barrier preventing the exposure of the treasure area. Others have double curvature of the spine, which tips the hips in such a way that you could be looking at a naked women from the front, and see virtually nothing. This particular woman had slender legs, at least slender enough for my purposes, because as she parted her legs, I received a beautiful view of the promised land. A woman's body is an art form. Actually the manicured pubis of a woman is an artform. Some shaving is very creative leaving a mini-mohawk, while others are just a little triangle. Some are full bodied like a beard, while yet others are totally bare. This one was full bodied and more. I have never seen so much hair. A woman like this could never wear a bikini, in fact she might not be able to wear a bathing suit. It wasn't that the hair was so long, except that it was so wide. It went down the inside of her legs. But her inner labia was fully exposed to my eager view. Oh, in that moment, I was on full alert, with my mind recording every detail as though I were counting virtually every pubic hair. And then it was gone.
It is moments like these that occur so seldom, and are actually almost never told or repeated in respectable social settings. I guess that I am telling you about this because of the joy of the moment and because it was too good to be kept to myself. Maybe that is what causes some men to want their wives to be exposed for others to see.
But, this young women, while providing me with adrenal medicine to fight my cold, was also weakening my body by causing my blood and white corpuscles to leave the critical areas and rush to the recreational areas, if you know what I mean. After she got her son under control and returned to her seat without realizing her mistake, I realized my predicament. What was I to do if the nurse called me now? My raging .... was totally out of control. What if she were to take my pulse? What if she were to take my blood pressure?
Even worse, my mind quickly calculated the odds that this singular event would repeat itself. It was absolutely guaranteed that it would happen again within 15 minutes because that kid was uncontrollable. Every man knows that the only thing better than sex is the anticipation leading up to it when it is assured. There I was, sitting in my chair, minding my own business, and this incredible distraction is before me. My mind returned to its full alert status without missing a beat, waiting for a repeat performance. There is something about a man, that never tires of looking at beauty, and there it was within my sight.
This was a perpetual disastrous cycle of erection, anticipation, more erection, thinking about what I just saw, and more erection.
I was thinking about control, and thinking that if I could keep junior trapped under my legs he would be prevented from reaching flag pole status. This was torture. What could I do. If I stood up right then, I was dead. I was caught in a time warp with no control over my situation.
Somehow the person that followed me into the examination room had escaped my notice. It was a lady in her late 20's who was slender and very tall. She had short black hair, and brown eyes. She had to walk through the gauntlet of chairs that were facing each other as she went to the lockers to deposit her clothes, etc. I watched her in order to get my mind away from the mother who was across from me. The new patient had very pretty legs, but as I am a breast man, I was hoping that this distraction would be non-provacative and might allow me to regain my groinal composure.
She selected a locker, and deposited her belongings, closed door, and returned to the waiting area. I knew that she would have to sit next to me, so I was watching her out of the corner of my eye. She was one of those women who are extra modest. You know the type? She was probably very uncomfortable walking around in this gown, in fact she probably is the type of person who does not go to the beach because she will not wear a bathing suit. Anyway, she was so concerned about someone seeing her cleavage, that she shifted the gown to give it a higher neckline. This is not always a wise thing to do when wearing a surgical gown. She felt much comforted, I am sure, but the undesired side effect was to lower the hem line in the back and raise the hem line in the front. Because of her height, there was no margin for error in the front. She did not have children with her, and there was no wedding band on her finger. For all I know, she is still a virgin, and maybe she is determined to keep it that way.
This was a setup of tremendous proportions. Here was a mother Theresa type of woman approaching me in her youth, while making sure that I could not see any part of her cleavage. She walked up to the chair in which she would sit, and decided to select a magazine from the small rack above and behind her chair, just like I had done. What she did not realize is that when she raised both arms to reach the rack the gown arose with her arms.
What happened next created a genuine medical crisis within my person. My eyes have been trained these many years for just such unexpected events. They have been trained to be ever alert for those delicate moments of delight. My left eye was fully aware of the possibilities and my brain was, even in its weakened state as a result of loss of all the blood temporarily residing in the lower part of my body, waiting in expectation for the moment of paradise. And then it happened. The gown slowly raised, millimeter by millimeter. Would it ever, could it ever go high enough? No, this could never be. Never in a million years would this type of person be unaware of this possibility. At this moment the mother and child across the way were totally blocked out. The target had shifted, and I was back in anticipation mode.
I involuntarily shifted my body to the left as she reached upward. As my body shifted my legs parted slightly and the laws of physics came into play. There was incredible pressure pulsating junior to an upright position and my legs inadvertently provided the opportunity for the disaster that was about to happen. By the time I realized what was happening it was too late. It was like a steel trap being tripped by an unsuspecting victim and this time the victim was me. The next 5 seconds of time were the most intense of my entire life. What developed next was a full overload of my mental capacity. What happened next revealed to me a lot about myself. I was presented with two gigantic experiences at the exact same moment. What would I do? Looking back I can only say that I remember nothing about junior. Both my hands with the magazine quickly dropped to my lap, while my eagle eyes were riveted upon the gown that was moving in slow motion upward and upward. And just as my hands hit my legs, the visual climax was reached as the most perfect view a man has ever had the good fortune to experience was before me.
At first I was able to see just a shadow, but then more and more of actual flesh was revealed to my hungry eyes. And then, there it was in all its glory! I could not believe what I was enjoying. I wanted to shout! I wanted to tell the whole world! I wanted to brag about how special I was! This was like survivor’s remorse! A truly mental crisis had overtaken me. It was so intense as I worshipped that small piece of anatomy. It was so very beautiful because it was so well groomed. A little mohawk about 2 3/4 inches high. I all but counted the hairs in that short moment of spectacular delight. She was able to find a magazine to her liking in a very short time, and she lowered her arms, turned and sat down to my left. She paid me no attention as she was totally unaware of the wonderful intimacy that we shared. Oh, what bliss.
This, unfortunately, left me with a severe problem between my legs. What was I to do. As I mulled over the possibilities, there seemed to be only one solution, and I immediately, with hands and magazine in place, stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom, where after a few minutes I was able to regain my composure after a certain physical therapy was concluded.
After a time, I recovered, and now I lead a fairly normal life. But there have been several other interesting events in this same doctor's office.
Perhaps at a future date, I will share them with you.
For years my family has regularly used a now elderly physician for all of our medical needs. Most doctors join together to form medical practices so they can cover for each other and take vacations and have some evenings at home with their families. But, my doctor has always been solo, and has always had his office in his home. This is the way it was in the 18th century in rural America, whereas, today almost all practices are in medical office buildings.
The home office offers the physician with the advantages of interaction with his family, and usually the nurse is the wife, so they can see more of each other. As you might expect the home office also has some disadvantages. For instance as the patients arrive, the physical facility is put to the test. Quite often the space is so limited that it is difficult for both the patients and the medical personnel.
My doctor's office is a large colonial home located on a corner lot in the suburb of our large major league city. It is convenient, and easy to reach as it is only two blocks from my own home. My wife and I both use his services and are not about to change any time soon. He is the kind of person who likes to touch. He will place a hand on you when talking to you, and it is comforting to know that your doctor is a caring person. His touching is not limited to either sex, and is never inappropriate, but just shows the kind of person that he is. His wife is also very touching and caring, and because of their relationship and ease, the office culture is laid back and perhaps a bit unusual. I guess that you could say that this is a setup for the kind of encounters that I particularly enjoy.
I am not a voyeur, nor am I a peeping Tom, but I must admit that I am incredibly turned on when a woman's body is exposed by accident. Now, I guess that there are some women who like to create accidents, like Janet Jackson, but I think that this type of thing is very infrequent. I know that there are some husbands that pester and encourage their wives to tease men with their bodies and to expose themselves. This thrill can lead to incredible sex, but these same men do not realize that this also leads to a loss of respect for each other, and it affects their relationship. I could say more, but I will do it at another time.
The medical office is so limited in space that it is difficult for the medical staff to completely protect the privacy of each and every patient at all times. Let me explain. There is a waiting room that can accommodate about 8 adults. You might expect that this type of doctor, in this setting might have a good percentage of patients with children, and so it is. The waiting room is usually very busy with little ones buzzing about while waiting with their parents. So, this is not a dignified place, but a lively one.
There is an archway leading into another room, and the two rooms are separated by a curtain in the archway. It is an easy way for the medical staff to keep in touch with what is happening in the waiting room, while at the same time working with the patient care on the other side of the curtain.
The inner room is fairly large, and has two smaller examining rooms, and six old high school lockers in the corner against the wall. There are also six chairs next to the lockers against the adjoining wall and four others on the opposing wall in front of a small room divider. This is a bit cozy, but it fits in well with the setting, and of course, keeps the cost down. This is important because I suspect that this doctor provides a lot of medical care to the marginal people who are too poor for insurance and not poor enough for Medicaid.
On the day that I am writing about, I was suffering from a cold that I just could not get rid of with OTC medications. So, I just showed up at the office for some additional help. I knew that he would want to get some specimens and have some lab work done, and that was comforting as I do not want this to develop into something very serious. I have been there so many times that I have no concerns, except for one thing.
This lack of adequate space in the examining area has created a unique logistical procedure. Let me tell you about it. When I arrived in the office, the door bell rang as it was opened. Within a few minutes the nurse came into the waiting room to see who had just arrived. I knew the routine, so I had already selected a chair and was seated. She asked my name and then left to retrieve the forms that I needed to fill out with the clipboard and a pen. I was then left to myself and the others in the waiting room while she returned to her duties.
After about 30 minutes, and after the other patients ahead of me had been processed, it was my turn, so she came through the curtain and called my name and asked me to follow her. She did not need me to follow very far because she just needed to point to one of the two examining rooms and told me to disrobe and put on the gown that was on the examining table. I entered the room and closed the door for privacy and removed my clothing and put on the gown. I am sure that you know about these gowns. I have read stories about men who like to put them on backwards in order to expose themselves to the doctor and nurses, but I am not that kind of person. I always like a good laugh, and I like a good erection, but I am always clinical in this setting. In fact, this setting is somewhat uncomfortable because while wearing a gown, one does not have support for body parts that typically require support. The female patients are braless, and might sway or bounce when moving, and men have no support for a member of their body that has a mind of its own. Fortunately when one is sick, it is easier to control that part of the anatomy, but the risk is always there. And, if I know that the risk is there, then stress is never far behind.
The procedure is to remove the clothing and to keep it in the examining room until after the initial examination. After the initial examination, you might be able to go directly home. But if any further tests are required, then the room is used immediately by the next patient, while you wait in the inner area next to the lockers.
On this particular visit the doctor wanted me to provide a urine sample and also some blood. There were three other patients, and they were busy with involving some pediactric issues that were very time consuming, so my service was delayed. The nurse gave me a small vial for the urine and I quickly entered the small bathroom to do what needed to be done.
Before I continue, let me also say that these surgical gowns leave a lot to be desired. First of all, they are immodest, and very difficult to tie correctly. I always struggle to get the darn thing tied right. I abhor the thought of my butt showing as I walk around the inner waiting area. The other thing about these gowns, is that they are so short. I mean to tell you that when sitting down in the chair, one has to be very careful to keep all body parts covered.
As I went to the bathroom, I noticed that everyone was sitting with their legs crossed, which was no surprise to me, as I would be doing the same thing. But, first I went to the lockers, and took one with the door open, and placed my belongings inside and closed the door. No locks were necessary because of the intimate setting. Then I turned to the bathroom detail and within its privacy I fulfilled my responsibility. The nurse asked me to just leave the specimen on the shelf in the bathroom. When I left she went in and retrieved it and, etc.
As I left the bathroom, I wanted to sit down, so I sat in the last vacant chair against the wall, after selecting a magazine from the rack behind the chairs on the wall. Sitting accross from me was an elderly woman and her husband. She was wearing a gown, while he wasn't. I guess that he was there to help her. Next to her was a young mother with a preschooler who was very active. Maybe she was there for treatment, because the kid seemed to be perfectly normal, except that he was very unruly and difficult to control. I would say that he was maybe, two years old or less. He seemed to be in the 'no' stage of life where everything is not to his liking. She would tell him what to do and he would obey for a few minutes, and then he was running off to the restricted areas of the office. She would get up and run after him bring him back. He would laugh, and then cry off and on whenever the situation warranted in his little world. As I observed his little world, my world began to change. The first thing that I noticed was that the young mother was quite good looking. She was slightly overweight, and had breasts that could use some support inside that flimsy surgical gown. When she ran after her son, her breasts were obviously swaying and bouncing about and giving me quite a stir. Oh no, I thought to myself as I felt the blood rushing where it didn't belong. Sure enough as she returned to her chair her nipples were clearly visible poking through the thin and much over laundered fabric.
Each time she sat down, she would be careful to tuck the gown in between her legs to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. But her kid did not like to be left on the floor. While the child was in her lap, he would not sit still and sure enough just as I hoped, the material began to shift. I think that I did not turn the page of that magazine the whole time I was there. My legs were crossed and my arms were bent in order to keep the top of the magazine high enough for me to maintain constant watch on the beaver alert just a few feet in front of me. My pulse was rising and falling with the rising and falling of the opportunities to see the treasure that was so tentatively concealed.
This is the time where patience is king. This is the time where waiting is worth its weight in gold. This is the time when all physical ailments are forgotten. This is the time that also makes great memories.
After about the third retrieval of her child, he was gaining ground on her patience, and she finally lost it. He was on the floor at the time and had just thrown his book across the room toward the lockers when she lost her temper. She looked him in the eye with that look reserved for mothers. He stopped and just waited for what he knew was about to happen. My response at that very moment was closely aligned to his, as I just waited for what I knew was about to happen, and sure enough. Without thinking about me, or the person next to me, she slid forward in her chair to stand up and get the kid. As she slid forward the fabric was pushed up her legs and with her legs parted for balance she began to stand up. At this point my pulse hit a new high. My blood pressure between my legs also was at an extreme point. This sweet young mother was right there before my eyes showing me a most glorious sight.
The female anatomy is a wonderful thing, and there are so many ways to appreciate it. However, nature has built in some safeguards along the way. For instance, some women have very large legs that act as a kind of barrier preventing the exposure of the treasure area. Others have double curvature of the spine, which tips the hips in such a way that you could be looking at a naked women from the front, and see virtually nothing. This particular woman had slender legs, at least slender enough for my purposes, because as she parted her legs, I received a beautiful view of the promised land. A woman's body is an art form. Actually the manicured pubis of a woman is an artform. Some shaving is very creative leaving a mini-mohawk, while others are just a little triangle. Some are full bodied like a beard, while yet others are totally bare. This one was full bodied and more. I have never seen so much hair. A woman like this could never wear a bikini, in fact she might not be able to wear a bathing suit. It wasn't that the hair was so long, except that it was so wide. It went down the inside of her legs. But her inner labia was fully exposed to my eager view. Oh, in that moment, I was on full alert, with my mind recording every detail as though I were counting virtually every pubic hair. And then it was gone.
It is moments like these that occur so seldom, and are actually almost never told or repeated in respectable social settings. I guess that I am telling you about this because of the joy of the moment and because it was too good to be kept to myself. Maybe that is what causes some men to want their wives to be exposed for others to see.
But, this young women, while providing me with adrenal medicine to fight my cold, was also weakening my body by causing my blood and white corpuscles to leave the critical areas and rush to the recreational areas, if you know what I mean. After she got her son under control and returned to her seat without realizing her mistake, I realized my predicament. What was I to do if the nurse called me now? My raging .... was totally out of control. What if she were to take my pulse? What if she were to take my blood pressure?
Even worse, my mind quickly calculated the odds that this singular event would repeat itself. It was absolutely guaranteed that it would happen again within 15 minutes because that kid was uncontrollable. Every man knows that the only thing better than sex is the anticipation leading up to it when it is assured. There I was, sitting in my chair, minding my own business, and this incredible distraction is before me. My mind returned to its full alert status without missing a beat, waiting for a repeat performance. There is something about a man, that never tires of looking at beauty, and there it was within my sight.
This was a perpetual disastrous cycle of erection, anticipation, more erection, thinking about what I just saw, and more erection.
I was thinking about control, and thinking that if I could keep junior trapped under my legs he would be prevented from reaching flag pole status. This was torture. What could I do. If I stood up right then, I was dead. I was caught in a time warp with no control over my situation.
Somehow the person that followed me into the examination room had escaped my notice. It was a lady in her late 20's who was slender and very tall. She had short black hair, and brown eyes. She had to walk through the gauntlet of chairs that were facing each other as she went to the lockers to deposit her clothes, etc. I watched her in order to get my mind away from the mother who was across from me. The new patient had very pretty legs, but as I am a breast man, I was hoping that this distraction would be non-provacative and might allow me to regain my groinal composure.
She selected a locker, and deposited her belongings, closed door, and returned to the waiting area. I knew that she would have to sit next to me, so I was watching her out of the corner of my eye. She was one of those women who are extra modest. You know the type? She was probably very uncomfortable walking around in this gown, in fact she probably is the type of person who does not go to the beach because she will not wear a bathing suit. Anyway, she was so concerned about someone seeing her cleavage, that she shifted the gown to give it a higher neckline. This is not always a wise thing to do when wearing a surgical gown. She felt much comforted, I am sure, but the undesired side effect was to lower the hem line in the back and raise the hem line in the front. Because of her height, there was no margin for error in the front. She did not have children with her, and there was no wedding band on her finger. For all I know, she is still a virgin, and maybe she is determined to keep it that way.
This was a setup of tremendous proportions. Here was a mother Theresa type of woman approaching me in her youth, while making sure that I could not see any part of her cleavage. She walked up to the chair in which she would sit, and decided to select a magazine from the small rack above and behind her chair, just like I had done. What she did not realize is that when she raised both arms to reach the rack the gown arose with her arms.
What happened next created a genuine medical crisis within my person. My eyes have been trained these many years for just such unexpected events. They have been trained to be ever alert for those delicate moments of delight. My left eye was fully aware of the possibilities and my brain was, even in its weakened state as a result of loss of all the blood temporarily residing in the lower part of my body, waiting in expectation for the moment of paradise. And then it happened. The gown slowly raised, millimeter by millimeter. Would it ever, could it ever go high enough? No, this could never be. Never in a million years would this type of person be unaware of this possibility. At this moment the mother and child across the way were totally blocked out. The target had shifted, and I was back in anticipation mode.
I involuntarily shifted my body to the left as she reached upward. As my body shifted my legs parted slightly and the laws of physics came into play. There was incredible pressure pulsating junior to an upright position and my legs inadvertently provided the opportunity for the disaster that was about to happen. By the time I realized what was happening it was too late. It was like a steel trap being tripped by an unsuspecting victim and this time the victim was me. The next 5 seconds of time were the most intense of my entire life. What developed next was a full overload of my mental capacity. What happened next revealed to me a lot about myself. I was presented with two gigantic experiences at the exact same moment. What would I do? Looking back I can only say that I remember nothing about junior. Both my hands with the magazine quickly dropped to my lap, while my eagle eyes were riveted upon the gown that was moving in slow motion upward and upward. And just as my hands hit my legs, the visual climax was reached as the most perfect view a man has ever had the good fortune to experience was before me.
At first I was able to see just a shadow, but then more and more of actual flesh was revealed to my hungry eyes. And then, there it was in all its glory! I could not believe what I was enjoying. I wanted to shout! I wanted to tell the whole world! I wanted to brag about how special I was! This was like survivor’s remorse! A truly mental crisis had overtaken me. It was so intense as I worshipped that small piece of anatomy. It was so very beautiful because it was so well groomed. A little mohawk about 2 3/4 inches high. I all but counted the hairs in that short moment of spectacular delight. She was able to find a magazine to her liking in a very short time, and she lowered her arms, turned and sat down to my left. She paid me no attention as she was totally unaware of the wonderful intimacy that we shared. Oh, what bliss.
This, unfortunately, left me with a severe problem between my legs. What was I to do. As I mulled over the possibilities, there seemed to be only one solution, and I immediately, with hands and magazine in place, stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom, where after a few minutes I was able to regain my composure after a certain physical therapy was concluded.
After a time, I recovered, and now I lead a fairly normal life. But there have been several other interesting events in this same doctor's office.
Perhaps at a future date, I will share them with you.
Poster:
Geraldo
