Chapter 1: Hospital Introduction
It was time for a physical once again, but I hated the doctors. I walked into the waiting room of my doctor’s office.
“Can I help you?” The receptionist asked.
“Yes, my name is Adam Johnson, and I’m here for my ten o’clock physical,” I stated in a soft voice, clearing my throat.
“Good. It’s nice to see you. Have a seat. The doctor will be with you in a moment.” The brown-haired woman smiled up at me after she checked me in.
Looking around the doctor’s waiting room, I saw that all the seats were empty. It was just me. I sat in the corner and picked up a magazine.
It was going to be quick. Dr. Glass always made it fast. She wasn’t one for poking and prodding. Of course, she would ask if anything hurt, and nothing ever did. That was something to be thankful for as I felt a smile come across my face as I flipped through a golfing magazine. One of my favorite sports.
Looking up at the clock, I had five minutes left to try and enjoy an ad about which golf balls were better to use.
“Mr. Johnson?” A woman’s voice called out.
I was surprised to see and hear that it wasn’t Dr. Glass.
“Yes, that’s me.” I gave the best smile I could as I put the magazine back where I had found it.
Where was Dr. Glass? She was always the one who gave me my physical.
This woman just smiled at me, her long brown hair down her back with strands of highlights I had noticed.
She had a great body in her white Doctor’s coat, white shirt, and black slacks underneath it.
“Hi, my name is Janice. You can call me Janice. I don’t like being formal if I don’t have to.” She seemed friendly enough as I followed her down the narrow hallway to one of the rooms.
“You can call me Adam then.” I felt comfortable with her, not to mention I noticed she had long legs, my eyes going upward to meet the Dr.’s coat that covered her ass.
“Thank you. You can get into this Johnny, and I will be right back to give you your exam.” Janice told me.
Her brown eyes lingering on my blue eyes for a brief second.
I thought that she was amused by the instructions that she had given me.
I ran a hand through my graying blonde hair and gave her the best smile that I could.
She was beautiful. I had to admit that.
Clearing my throat, I nodded my head and broke eye-contact with her. Waiting for her to leave as she looked over her checklist of what had to be done.
“I will give you a few minutes.” She stated again, turning and walking out the door, closing it quietly behind her.
Taking the Johnny and going into the bathroom to change, I could already feel my cock getting hard for her.
I didn’t know how I was going to hide it. How I was going to not show that I was turned on by her beauty.
If this had been Dr. Glass, I wouldn’t have to worry about anything like that. I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.
I wondered where she was. Why this woman was giving me the physical. I’ve had women give me physical’s before but not as attractive as Janice.
Closing my eyes for a second, I saw her brown eyes dancing. They shined, and my cock only got harder from there.
How was I going to pull this off? Would she just pretend that there was nothing wrong with it? She was a doctor after all, but I still wasn’t sure how she was going to handle it.
“I’m ready whenever you are.” I heard Janice’s voice barely hearing the door open and close. She jumped me slightly.
“I will be right out,” I told her, feeling my face growing red.
Standing up and tying the Johnny in the back, I looked down. It was impossible to hide this hard-on. The thin gown showing off proudly what I had.
“Take your time.” She replied gently.
Take my time? If I were to take my time, I would’ve stayed in the bathroom all day and not see her.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I opened the door and stepped out into the room. Seeing the small bed in the middle of the room and the utensil’s Janice needed for the exam.
Janice’s back was to me, and she hadn’t turned around yet, but I could see that her coat was off. It was slightly warm in the room with the sun coming in through the window.
Her ass looked great and firm, I felt my cock jolt when I stared at it. As she turned, I turned my eyes away from her body and glanced at the window.
“You can sit down on the edge of the table.” She told me, clearing her throat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that she was looking. It was hard not to look. I did as she instructed and sat on the edge of the examining table.
Looking up at her so that she could shine the light in my eyes, I could see that her nipples were hard, it meant that she was wearing no bra under the shirt that she was wearing.
She was turned on, probably just as much as I was. Looking down her body, I looked to see if there was a patch of wetness between her legs, but I couldn’t tell.
There was a lining stating that she was wearing panties, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t turned on.
“Good, your eyes look good,” Janice told me, her face just inches from mine before she pulled back.
“That’s a good thing.” I grinned at her.
She smiled, and I swear I saw a hint of blush on her face that hadn’t been there before. Her eyes danced more from when she left and came back in.
“I’d like to check your weight.” Janice stepped back and looked at the scales.
I nodded my head and walked over to her, stepping on the scales I knew how much I weighed. I weighed myself every day before lifting weights.
I was a solid two-fifty. All muscle and no fat. I liked to keep my body in shape. Maybe it’s why I looked suitable for the age of forty.
Watching Janice, I could see that she staring. She was staring at my cock, and I bit back a moan. I couldn’t let her know that I was happy that she was staring.
“Okay, now I have to feel for any bumps.” Janice’s voice softened, her breathing quickened. I knew I didn’t hear things.
I knew what she was talking about.
Going back to the table, I laid down and spread my legs, watching her as she lifted the gown from the bottom up to my waist.
This would be the real test. The test on if I could keep my composure.
I tried taking my eyes away from her body, away from her face, but there was no way I could. I had a plan to just stare up at the ceiling, and that had failed.
Not taking my eyes off her pretty face, she slowly brought her hand between my legs and gently touched my balls.
I moaned then, and she hesitated.
“Does that hurt?” She asked me.
“No.” I groaned, feeling her fingers pushing on them again as she brought her eyes to mine for what felt like minutes, but it was mere seconds.
