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"Number three, on the right," said the nurse, holding a
clipboard. I started down the corridor, left to my own devices,
looking at the numbered doors. Something always makes me nervous
about visiting doctors even though this was just a routine
check: the league wanted assurance that I wasn't going to have a
heart attack during the games. I turned the knob and pushed the
door open.

It was occupied. "Oops, excuse me," I said, backing out.
Then I stared frozen--a nurse had turned around and looked at
me. She smiled at me: her smile said *you and I are both
enjoying this*. But it was the patient that brought me up short:
it was a man lying on the examining table, totally naked!

I quickly shut the door and discovered I must not have
been paying attention because the number on the door was *two*.

I stood there, my mind racing. The man had been
blindfolded! He was lying face down, his hands and feet at the
corners of the table, fastened to it with cloth, canvass
restraints around his ankles and wrists. I went on and found
room three. The nurse! She'd had rubber gloves on both hands and
was holding something shiny and metal: I had no idea was it was,
but it was a little rod, about 8 inches long and a couple inches
in diameter and was rounded at one end. I cautiously peeked in
room three, which was empty and went in. The door closed behind
me.

I hadn't even sat down when the door opened to reveal
the nurse with the clipboard. She looked at the clipboard, then
up at me: "OK, get undressed and sit on the examining table. You
can put your clothes on that chair." While she talked, the
doctor appeared behind her and stopped to talk to her.

"Number two is ready," she said to him.

"Is Julie in there?"

"Yes."

He paused and looked at me. "This one?"

"He'll be next."

"Good. Come along, I'll need you in number two right
now." At that, she followed him out and the door closed again. I
stood there a minute, feeling like something puzzling was going
on. Finally, I started to get undressed. When the Doctor had
looked at me, I thought I saw his eyes briefly glance down at my
pants! I heard the sound of the next examning room's door close.
Then I heard voices, but I couldn't make out the words. But I
definitely heard male and female talking. Then there was some
laughing and giggling! I was down to my underpants. But instead
of sitting on the table, I stood next to the wall, listening. I
heard another little giggle. Then there was a smacking or
slapping sound, four times. Then talking and another giggle.

Then walking and the door opening. I went back to the
table to make sure I wasn't caught eavesdropping. My door opened
and the nurse with the clipboard appeared again.

"OK, Mr. Sanford," she said as the door closed. She
glanced down at me. "You need to take *them* off too." She was
undoing the hose from a blood-pressure meter that was attached
to the wall. I just sat there, watching. Finally she had it
ready and to put on my arm and had put a stethoscope on and
looked back at me. "Go ahead, get them off," she said.

I stood up and slipped them off, putting them on the
rest of my clothes on the chair. She gave me a little smile,
then motioned me to come over so she could take my blood
pressure.

There I stood, a foot from her, my arm caught between
her forearm and her body as she wrapped my arm and pumped.
Wearing nothing. It was definitely weird. She was all business
though, and was soon done.

"OK, lie down on the table," she said. I looked at
her--I didn't quite know what to make of this. I knew they might
well attach electrodes to listen to my heart and need me to lie
down. But the memory of that next examining room kept on edge.
Certainly they'd listen to my chest and ask questions and things
before anything like that. "Go ahead," she said.

It was embarrassing. There I was, totally exposed. I did
see her glance at it, but nothing more than a glance. "OK, turn
over so you are on your stomach," she said. She had a blindfold
in her hand! "Come on," she added.

"What are you going to do?" I asked before I caught
myself.

"Don't worry, just do it," she said and I caught a hint
of amusement in her voice. She was obviously waiting for me, the
blindfold in her hand. I turned myself over. I noticed
restraints on the counter, looking like the ones I'd seen the
man in as I glanced around. "OK, here we go," she said, when I
was on my stomach, moving to put the blindfold on me.

"What *is* this!?" I blurted and quickly sat up. This
wasn't right.

"Please, Mr. Sanford, lie down again," she answered. I
stared at her. Too strange. "I don't have all day," she went on,
looking a little perturbed.

"Forget it," I said, getting up and grabbing my
underpants. I started dressing.

"Mr. Sanford!"

"I'm leaving. I don't want any of *this*... whatever it
is." I was dressed and headed back down the corridor, leaving
the nurse standing there, seeming all the world like she
couldn't believe I was doing this.

A woman was at the front desk talking to the receptonist
as I approached the front desk and she started out of the
office, leaving right ahead of me. As she held the door for me,
she looked back at me and I realized it was a woman who lived on
my block. "Oh, hi," she said, smiling.

There we were, walking out into the parking lot. I
realized her smile had been a little nervous. I didn't know her
first name; Beth and I always refer to her as Mrs. Jackson. I
figured she was in her forties, maybe ten years older than Beth
and I. "Uh, listen," she started talking as we walked. "You
won't tell my husband about this, will you?"

This was weird. I thought about what I'd seen in the
doctor's office. "You won't, will you?" she repeated. I realized
she was looking very desperate.

"No," I said. I hardly ever talked to either of them so
I'd have no trouble doing that for her. I briefly wondered what
it was that she didn't want me to tell him: that I saw here here?

She grabbed my arm. "Please?" she said. She looked like
she clearly didn't believe me, though I couldn't imagine what
would make her think that. "Please don't tell him!" She looked
almost like she was going to cry.

"I won't. I said I won't."

"I *mean* it. Listen, come here," she said, still
sounding concerned. She pulled on my arm back toward the
building. But she pulled me behind the building. I was out of my
element. I just followed along.

She stopped and said. "Look, I'm *desperate*. *Please*
don't."

"Look, it isn't any problem. I really don't talk to him
anyway." While I was talking, she still held my arm but looked
back the way we came and then looked the other way around the
building. We were between the building and a high fence.
Suddenly she was on her knees in front of me, unzipping me! She
glanced up at me with pleading eyes, then had my cock out and in
her mouth! I looked back and forth the way she had: we were out
of sight.

She quickly started bobbing her head, bringing her lips
up and down the length of my cock. I stared at her. I don't
think I'd ever really thought about her as someone I'd be
attracted to, but she was reasonably good looking. And this was
absolutely unique to *my* experience: being sucked off in an
alley! She didn't stop, just went on and on and soon I was
coming in her mouth.

She sat down on the ground, her arms dr*ped around my
legs, looking exhausted herself. In a few seconds, she was up
again, and licking my cock and I realized she was trying to
clean it. She glanced up at me again and I didn't see the fear
I'd seen before. She put my cock back in, zipped me up and stood
up.

She looked up at me, not saying anything. I couldn't
imagine what she was thinking. I realized she had a speculative
look in her eye. "Come here," she finally said, grabbing my
wrist and pulling me back to the parking lot. She pulled me to a
car and told me to get in the passenger side. She had her key
out and it was evident that it was her car.

I was curious. What was she thinking? I went along with
it and sat there and soon she was driving us. She didn't say
anything, but one time she did look at me and I saw her smile as
she looked back at the road.

Finally we pulled into a driveway--it wasn't our block
or even anywhere close.

"Come on," she said, getting out of the car. I followed
her up to the front door where she pushed the doorbell button
and stood there waiting, glancing up at me one ore time as she
waited.

A young woman answered the door--early twenties at the
most: she seemed too young to me to be the owner of the house.
She and Mrs. Jackson started talking right away, and in a
minute, Mrs. Jackson introduced her to me as Lisa.

"I work in Dr. Starne's office two mornings a week,"
volunteered Lisa.

"She's a nurse," added Mrs. Jackson. Mrs. Jackson was
taking off her clothes!

The front door was shut, but we were standing in the
middle of Lisa's living room and Mrs. Jackson was taking her
clothes off, seemingly as fast as she could. Lisa watched her a
little while, glanced at me, and then went across the room to a
little cabinet.

Mrs. Jackson looked at me. "Hurry, get them off!" she
said.

"Listen,"I said, wondering what I was going to say,
"I..." I stood there, mute for a second. Lisa had returned from
the cabinet. Both of them were looking at me and Mrs. Jackson
was naked.

"Yes?" Mrs. Jackson prompted.

"I didn't stay." I can't say my voice was very strong.

"Didn't stay?"

"I... that was my first time at Dr. Starne's office and
I left before..." I couldn't go on--think of what to say. In
fact, I really didn't *know* what I'd left before. They both
looked up at me, seeming to be amazed. I realized Lisa had
blindfolds and handcuffs in her hands--for two people! The three
of us were frozen.

Lisa was the first one to move. "Don't worry about it,"
she said, putting the items she was holding on a table. Then she
was right up to me, reaching up and unbuttoning my shirt! Mrs.
Jackson was there in an instant, too, undoing my belt and pants!
"Listen, this'll be great," said Lisa, looking excited. She had
my shirt unbuttoned and was pulling it off. Mrs. Jackson had my
pants and underpants down at my anes and was trying to get my
shoes untied and get me to step out. Lisa had my shirt off and I
was in just a tee-shirt. She looked at it for a second, then
started unbuttoning her own blouse. I noticed that laying on the
small cabinet were some dildoes and a small whip.

Soon Mrs. Jackson had everything but my tee-shirt off
and Lisa was down to her bra and underpants. Lisa pulled my head
down and started kissing me, wrapping her arms around my head.
Mrs. Jackson was behind me and I felt her fingering my rear.
"Let's sit down," Lisa finally said, and we sat on the couch,
one on each side of me. Mrs. Jackson started pulling off my
tee-shirt. As soon as it was off, Lisa pulled me into another
kiss. Mrs. Jackson leaned over and had my cock in her mouth
again. This time she didn't bob her head, but just sucked it and
tongued it. They kept doing this for a minute or more, then Lisa
broke the kiss and said quietly to me: "You're going to *like*
this." Then she was kissing me again.

There were noises in the room, and I realized another
woman was standing in front of us! I broke away from the kis,
staring at her. Lisa looked up at the woman, who was fully
dressed, just watching us. She looked to be about Lisa's age,
but her hair was darker and shorter.

"What's going on?" asked the woman.

"He got cold feet at Starne's," said Lisa. Mrs. Jackson
was still sucking on my cock and doing a good job too. The woman
didn't answer, but she gave a quick giggle as if she hadn't
managed to catch herself.

I was going to come again. Mrs. Jackson didn't stop and
I felt like I was out of control.

"Can you call them?" asked Lisa, apparently to the
standing woman.

"Sure, what's the number?"

"555-1212."

The woman looked ready to go, but then just stood for a
second. "What should I say?" she finally asked. I was getting
closer--so close. I think since I'd come before, it was taking
exquisitely long.

"Get Starne to come over during lunch."

"Julie? Vicki?" I was so close to coming.

"Whatever. Yes, I guess so since we've got two of them."

"*I* could help." She had this grin on her face.

"Oh, *sure* you could," answered Lisa, her voice
sounding patronizing, like a mother talking to her two-year-old.

"I *could*! I've watched, you know."

"Kiss me," said Lisa and she stood up. She and the woman
were kissing in seconds and it seemed they had forgotten us
completely. The woman's hands went up and down Lisa's back as
they kissed and finally one slipped inside the waistband of her
underpants. They just kissed and kissed, seemingly oblivious to
us. I came.


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