The last Sunday in October
How truly wonderful this life is! I am only 23 years old, and starting this coming Monday, I am being hired at one of the prestigious firms!
Finally, I am gaining financial independence, the lack of which has been really bothering me lately. The inability to spend on my own pleasures not only deprived me of
independence from my parents but also limited my entire inner freedom, which is oh so necessary for a young guy starting an independent life after several years of university and all the hustle of finding a job.
Last Friday, at the HR department of my new firm, they finally processed all the documents,
related to the employment, but warned me that one more important matter was still necessary.The firm needs to be sure of my complete physical health and, as is customary, I will need to undergo a pre-employment medical check-up at the clinic attached to them, or more precisely—in that medical office whose specialists receive additional salary from my firm under a contract.
A perfectly logical requirement, since I will have business trips, as I was told, even abroad. I already took an HIV test at the city clinic and provided the certificate to HR, but that wasn't enough for them, and the inspector, having arranged it over the phone, wrote me a referral for the pre-employment check-up, according to which I must be checked and examined again, now in accordance with the requirements of my new administration.
Actually, I had nothing to worry about regarding my health. Young, tall, and athletic, having enjoyed swimming and basketball at university, quite attractive, judging by my success with girls—I even managed to relax this summer while looking for a job, got a great tan at the local beach, and recovered from the sleepless nights related to defending my thesis…
So, having received the referral for this check-up, I didn't doubt for a second that I would pass it without any issues, as indicated on the referral, this coming Monday, exactly at 9:00 (moreover, the referral emphasized strict adherence to the appointment time,
and I liked that, as it underscored the business-like nature of the whole event and indicated that one's own and others' time should be respected)…
Like any young guy, and this is quite natural, on these weekend nights under the blanket, erotic fantasies played out in my mind:
There's the familiar building, and there—the doors of that medical office…
I read the signs on the doors:
OFFICE
FOR PRE-EMPLOYMENT AND SPECIAL EXAMINATIONS
hours:
from 8:00 to 15:30
(except Saturday and Sunday)
ENTRY BY INVITATION ONLY
PATIENTS ARRIVING LATER THAN THE APPOINTED TIME
WILL BE SEEN SEPARATELY, ONLY AFTER REGISTRATION
OF EXPIRED REFERRALS at the REGISTRATION DESK on the FIRST FLOOR, in office 102.
My wristwatch showed n:55, and I waited for a while, reading these signs, pondering whether I should knock or wait for an invitation…
Finally, I made sure there was no one in line and decided to slightly open the unlocked door to this office.
Inside, the lights were already on, and I saw a young girl standing near a cabinet, which apparently contained a wardrobe and a coat rack.
A very pretty girl! Tall, slender, with lush hair, and dressed in a modern style!
A short little blouse, fashionable trousers revealing a bare waist, a tanned tummy, and a belly button with a piercing ring!!!…
What luck! At least I won't have to twist and turn in front of old women and endure their senile grumbling!
Although, on the other hand, being undressed in front of a young girl—is more thrilling!!!…
She turned at my appearance, got slightly flustered, moved aside a mop and bucket, and somewhat fussily began putting on a white medical coat, which she took from that same wardrobe cabinet.
— "Hello, I've come for the pre-employment check-up," I mumbled…
The young girl looked at me with wide-open eyes, as if taking a photograph… and continued pretending to be busy hanging up coats in the wardrobe.
— "She's probably flustered at the sight of a young guy," flashed through my mind…
— "So, can I come in?" I asked more insistently.
— "Come in, come in, of course, don't linger, and close the door behind you, or it'll get chilly here—you'll be the one freezing later…" said this nurse, hastily closing the flaps of her snow-white coat over her chest and primping on the go… After all, her feminine nature prevailed, and she simply needed to look attractive, even if in front of a patient about to be examined.
— "Okay, take off your clothes and put them in this safe," the young woman showed me a metal cabinet into whose compartment I was to hang my clothes. At this, she blushed a little, apparently anticipating the events during the tests.
Pretending to be busy preparing for the medical exam, she, however, didn't lose sight of me and, as if by chance, checked the correctness of my actions.
When only my thin swim trunks remained on me, I considered that quite sufficient and headed
towards the table where documents and supplies for the specialists were located…
The nurse gave me a stern look, stepped away from the table, and gestured that I needed to return to the spot near the changing area. Opening the cabinet door, she showed me the following notice pasted on its inner side:
PATIENTS UNDERGO EXAMINATION
ONLY IN THE NUDE!!!
— "So, guy, take off your briefs too…" she smirked with obvious superiority, her whole demeanor showing me that they'd seen even more naked than me…
Watching from the side as I first pulled down my swim trunks, then bent over to finally free myself from the last piece of fabric hiding my nakedness, she waited until I finished, closed the safe compartment door with my clothes, and, inserting a key, clicked the lock shut…
Now I couldn't retrieve my clothes without her permission in case I didn't want to continue this medical exam…
Meanwhile, the nurse, not missing the chance to give me an appraising glance, began preparations behind a screen, leaving me alone with my fantasies and rising erection…
It seems my most erotic dreams are starting to come true!!!
— "What awaits me behind that dense screen?… It's a good thing it's warmer here than in a regular room, and I won't get goosebumps from the chill affecting my naked body."
Gradually, I was getting used to this state of being without clothes and yet unable to cover my nakedness, although the presence of a stranger, and a young girl at that, certainly aroused my sexual feelings.
Completely against my will, a strong erection arose. All I could do was watch as my beloved organ straightened and pulsed freely, reminding me that despite being merely a patient, I was still a young male, and I couldn't help but react to the presence of a young female right here in the room.
My member stiffened so much that covering it with my palms was out of the question, but I instinctively covered myself, holding both hands over my private parts…
I must say, it's a special feeling!—standing naked in front of a young member of the opposite sex, feeling my somewhat humiliated position compared to the clothed, albeit in a medical coat, woman, and realizing that what's to come will be even more arousing for my sexual reflexes…
Despite all this, putting on a bit of bravado, forcing myself to make an effort
over myself, showing by my whole demeanor that it hardly bothers you and that it's nothing for you to undress even in front of the sexiest supermodel, while in reality—constantly trying to distract myself from the surging erection and the treacherous popping out of my member from under my palms…
— "Sit on the chair, I'll measure your blood pressure," the nurse ordered in a routine tone.
I obeyed and noticed that while measuring the pressure, she would occasionally let her gaze slide over my body, especially the lower abdomen, where there was no tan from the swim trunks and golden pubic hairs shimmered, and where from the middle of the growth, the half-open pink head of my member peeked out…
I involuntarily crossed my legs to hide my little friend
— "Okay, now come over for weighing, I'll take some measurements," the nurse said in a commanding tone. I had to obey.
Weighing on the scales—the first erotic moment.
The girl, it turns out, hadn't buttoned up her coat, maybe even on purpose, and my gaze was again treated to her tender, tanned tummy with a belly button pierced with a ring…
I felt I couldn't hold back the erection under my palms, which I continued to use to cover my nakedness…
Measuring height on the measuring rod was the second test…
The girl pressed me against this plank and, to measure my height correctly, demanded I lower my arms…
This command nullified all my attempts to calm my rebellious flesh. Indeed, how can you measure height correctly if I'm slouching!
Willy-nilly, I had to lower my arms to my sides…
Of course, my lovely friend treacherously perked up and stopped at half-mast, swaying in the air…
The nurse, slightly flustered, came closer and reached out to move the measuring rod to my head… At that moment, the collar of her blouse opened, and I saw that the button was deliberately undone! And, in the seemingly carelessly opened gap, two tender female hemispheres of her breasts, bulging from under her bra, became visible…
Oh my god! I could no longer restrain the rush of blood to my member…
Ordering me to raise my arms behind my head, the girl began unceremoniously measuring the circumference of my chest with a soft tape measure, and when she came so close that my protruding member pressed right against the ring on her belly button, I literally lost my composure!
But, there was nothing to be done, I had to put up with this too… I stood there, red as a lobster with embarrassment.
It seemed the nurse deliberately brought her body closer to me to further aggravate my pitiful state.
The girl, meanwhile, with a particular zeal and diligence, was recording the results of additional measurements in a notebook, and it was noticeable that the nurse intentionally touched the most intimate places on my body, how her fingers simply glided gently over my tanned legs, the inner part of my thighs, covered with a golden summer tan fuzz of curly hairs…
I can't say it was unpleasant—at times, beyond my consciousness, I internally wished for such touches to continue a little longer, to experience again and again that feeling of languor in the lower abdomen, familiar to all men, preceding the act of ejaculation. But, on the other hand, I didn't really want to open up too much in front of an unknown girl… Who knows what's on her mind…
Finally, the measurements were completed, and the nurse somewhat distracted herself from contemplating the young man, reddened from the rush of sexual energy, modestly lowering his gaze, with a member sticking towards the ceiling and swaying from erection, and its shiny red head in the daylight, half-slipped out of the skin sheath, dropping viscous droplets of "lubricant," indicating an extreme degree of arousal and readiness for ejaculation…
It seemed she too was experiencing a peculiar excitement not only from contemplating the nudity of a person of the opposite sex but also from a sense of her awareness, so to speak, a certain superiority over the helpless patient, who still didn't know what awaited him further in the examination…
Meanwhile, the nurse was preparing something, taking items out of a glass cabinet, surely intended for the next test…
I saw her roll a medical cart with a bowl of warm water to the sink in the corner; there were also two safety razors, the kind usually used by all adult men in the morning, a shaving brush, and a tube of refreshing cream.
— "Come closer!" the nurse commanded. I obeyed…
Adjusting the water in the faucet, she handed me a safety razor and, lathering up soap suds in the bowl, unceremoniously began smearing it on my pubic area, lower abdomen, and testicles.
I understood that I was about to lose all my hair in those intimate places usually covered by swim trunks…
— "Come on, guy, get to it!—so everything is Okay!" the girl winked at me, clearly not without gloating… as it seemed to me…
I proceeded with the shaving without any enthusiasm, inwardly indignant…
— "What kind of medical exam is this! How many times have I been in similar situations, even at the military enlistment office—there they only made me walk around naked, but to shave the hair!!! That's too much…".
But there was no other way out. My clothes were locked in the safe, and the key was who knows where…
And besides—since this is the case, it seems "my" firm knows what requirements must be met by every employee being hired.
To make it easier, I mentally applied the technique of dissociation. As if all THIS wasn't happening to me, but in some porn film… And, as if from the outside, I was observing what was happening…
This allowed me to relate more calmly to my humiliated, almost tormented state…
Then she unceremoniously pulled back my testicles and, not very skillfully, passed the safety blade several times over the soft and defenseless skin…
During the shaving, I had to lift first my left, then my right leg and place it on a provided chair to give the razor access to the side surfaces of my sack dangling between my legs.
I tried to pull away during particularly ticklish moments, but immediately got a remark:
— "Hey, don't squirm, please! Can't you see—I might cut you! You'll be the one worrying later
that you got hurt because of your silly behavior!" the nurse scolded me in a grumbling tone…
Well, I had to swallow my pride and endure such an unusual procedure, grimacing from time to time from the tickling…
And also from the awareness of a stranger's touch…, from the fact that it was a pretty young girl doing it…
— "All done, you can straighten up!" said the nurse, contentedly putting away the used instruments on the table.
The bowl with warm water was already filled to the brim with soap suds mixed with all the hair that until recently had adorned my crotch…
I stood there, with my shaved member swaying in the air, experiencing completely new feelings of extraordinary freshness and coolness on the skin in the shaved-bare areas.
Additionally, I felt as if I were even more exposed! It seemed they had not only removed the hair from my intimate area but also left me skinless… I, with all my might, mentally tried to distract myself from sexual and erotic themes.
My hairless member even seemed—to me, its owner!—significantly longer…
From the urethral opening on the half-swollen head of my member, "the fluid of passion and love…" oozed.