MIKE09.TXT -- m/F JULIA: A Thorough Checkup By Uncle Mike (Max S. Wojtylak) fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu As Julia walked into the examining room, the man on the table was taking off what looked to be a very expensive, well-tailored white shirt. As he pulled it free he revealed a broad, well-muscled and well-tanned chest. Dr. Chegley had to call her name twice before she appeared to come out of a daze and notice him. "Yes, Doctor?" "Nurse, please take his blood pressure. And be quick about it. We've got to get all these physicals finished by Friday, and there are at least a dozen left." As usual, he didn't waste time with politeness. Julia unrolled the blood pressure cuff and slipped it around a bulging bicep. As she did, her slim, dark hand rested on the man's arm several seconds longer than seemed entirely necessary. And while she pumped away at the cuff, she kept one hand on his shoulder. Then it slipped down and roamed across his back. Dr. Chegley stood on the other side of the patient, his head bent as he listened to the heartbeat. He frowned as it began to race a bit. As he picked his head up, he noticed the cuff still wrapped around the man's arm. "Unless you think he needs a tourniquet, I think you can stop now," he observed acidly. Julia quickly unwrapped the cuff and put it away. As she did, the doctor put his stethoscope on the man's chest again. "That's funny," he said. "I could have sworn your pulse was racing a few seconds ago. Have you had any heart problems? No? Nurse, get Mr. Thompson's file for me." Julia left quickly, with a last lingering look back. Instead of going straight to the files, however, she ducked into a corner of the hallway. Glancing around quickly, she lifted the hem of her short white uniform skirt and slipped a well- manicured finger under her panties. Her head fell back and her dark lips parted as she rubbed the finger over her cunt lips. A soft moan escaped as her juices began to flow, lubricating her hole and allowing her to slip the finger inside. The nurse's eyes were closed and her head was lolling back and forth when a curt shout broke through: "Nurse! The file!" Abruptly Julia pulled her hand away. Rushing to the file cabinets, she swept up a paper towel and dried off her finger. When she opened the door of the examining room again, Dr. Chegley turned swiftly and yanked the file from her hands. She stood stock still. On the table, the patient was lying down, his pants and briefs crumpled around his knees. His partially erect, six-inch cock was in clear view. But even as she stared, the doctor turned back to the man, cutting off her view. The doctor's hands moved down as he checked for a hernia. "That's all, nurse," he called over his shoulder. Julia returned to the front desk. It was almost noon, and a half-day at the clinic. The others had all taken the day off or left early. Julia slipped into the receptionist's chair, sliding it up to the desk. The only one in the waiting room was a young man, almost a boy. He had on the starched uniform shirt of one of Astrospace's messengers, and he was fiddling nervously with a magazine, flipping the pages too fast to be reading anything. He glanced up when Julia sat down, then went back to his magazine. Julia furtively slipped both hands beneath the desk top and again lifted her skirt over the tops of her nylons and the white elastic garter straps. She fluttered her hands over her thighs before slipping them under the soft white cotton panties, already wet from her secretions. Gently she spread the slick labia and put two fingers into her cunt. Her breathing grew short and ragged as she fingered herself, letting one finger slide over her sensitive clit. After a few minutes she pulled one hand out and rummaged through her purse, finally pulling out a picture of her boyfriend, Paul, who was out of town for two weeks. She laid the picture on the desk before her and put her hand back down. As she caressed herself, her long, shapely legs spread apart, pressing into the sides of the desk. She leaned back, the chair's wheels sliding a little on the carpet. Her eyes began to flutter and close. Then the squeak of the examining room door opening surprised her. Quickly she pulled her hands out and began to smooth out her skirt as the patient walked past, Dr. Chegley close behind. "Who's next?" he demanded in a bark. "I am," the messenger said at once, and then repeated it in a lower tone. "Well, get in here, I haven't got all day," the doctor snarled. As the boy moved past, Dr. Chegley turned to Julia. "I should've been at the hospital 15 minutes ago. Blasted annual physicals. I'll do the once-over on this kid; here, you finish up the paperwork on Thompson and then come in and finish up -- hey, kid, what's your name?" "Barnes -- Peter Barnes," the messenger said as he slipped into the room. Julia rushed through the examination forms, checking off all the boxes and making a couple of copies for personnel and their own files. Just as she finished, Dr. Chegley came flying past her, slipping on his coat and heading for the door. "Just check his pressure and send him back to work," the doctor said. "I'll see you tomorrow." When Julia opened the door of the examining room, the messenger was just buttoning up his shirt. He looked up and perhaps he stared a little. Even the starch of her nurse's whites couldn't conceal the lush curves of Julia Baker's body, and the pure brightness of her uniform drew even more attention to the perfection of her cafe au lait complexion. As she stepped toward him, his eyes moved to her lithe legs, encased in the usual white stockings; the heels of her white shoes emphasized the turn of her slender calves. "Hello, Peter," she said, unhooking the blood pressure cuff. "Take your shirt off, please." The boy looked at her, confused. "But... but the doctor just told me to put it back on." "Now, Peter, I have to take your blood pressure. Let's go." "They usually just have me roll up my cuff," he said, as he started to show her. She stopped him by putting her hand on his; it was warm and seemed to give off a faint, musky smell. "I'm the nurse, here," she said softly. "Come on." With a shrug, Peter began to unbutton. Julia undid the last couple and held the shirt as he slipped out. In the cool air of the examining room, he shivered slightly and tiny goose bumps appeared on his pale, hairless flesh. They grew a little bigger when Julia brushed against his arm as she put the cuff in place and pumped it up. In a few seconds she had her readings and recorded them on the boy's chart. "Now take off your pants," she said, looking him in the eye. His jaw dropped. "But... what? The doctor didn't say anything about..." "Don't be shy, I'm a nurse. I've seen lots of men," Julia said with a smile. "I'll help." Reaching down, she began to undo the buckle on his belt. Peter fumbled her hands away. "I can do it," he said with a tremor in his voice. "It's just... just..." He ducked his head as the buckle came loose and he slipped down his zipper. "You don't have to be embarrassed," Julia said. "Look, I'll make it easier for you. I'll take my clothes off, too, so you won't be the only one." Peter's head came up with a snap. Stepping back, Julia slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The V of the neck widened as the buttons came loose, revealing the rises of her full breasts confined by a lacy white bra. She let the blouse fall to the floor and unzipped the zipper on her skirt, stepping out of it. Julia's pink tongue poked out between her full lips and slid back and forth. Peter's eyes raced up and down her body; his young cock poked stiffly against his baggy boxer shorts and a small, dark stain began to form. Reaching behind her, Julia undid the clasp of her bra and pulled it away. Her breasts hung free, ripe brown mounds capped by dark circles and thick, stiff black nipples. She cupped them in her hands a moment before bending down to slide her panties off, leaving the stockings and garter belt in place. Moving closer to the examining table, the nurse tugged at the young man's shorts, pulling them free. His cock sprung to attention, drops of pre-cum glistening. "Hmmm, that's some swelling you've got there," the nurse said with a smile. "I think I'll have to examine that more closely." Julia lowered her head and pressed her lips to the rod, letting her hot breath wash over it. Then her lips parted and she swooped down, engulfing his shaft in one swift move. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" The boy gasped and arched his back. "Ohhhhhh that's good," he managed to sigh as Julia's head bobbed up and down, her lips sliding over his cock while her tongue tickled the head and its sensitive sides. Peter reached out and grasped her breasts in both hands, caressing them. In just a few minutes his breath began to come in quick, sharp gulps. "Ohhhhh, I'm gonna cummmmmm!" he shouted as a burst of sticky white goo shot into Julia's mouth. She swallowed it all and kept his cock in her mouth as it deflated. Giving him a minute to recover, she began to suck his shaft again. At first it was too sensitive and he tried to push her away, but she kept up a gentle motion and soon the rod grew long and stiff again. Then Julia pushed him back on the table and slid him around so he was on it full-length. As Peter watched, the nurse clambered up on the table herself and squatted over his waist. He could see her cunt now, wide open underneath a patch of curly black hair. She had spread apart the dark brown, almost black pussy lips, revealing the deep pink folds inside. "Let the nice nurse give you a good physical," Julia said as she lowered herself onto his erect cock. It slid easily into her hot, wet cunt, but Julia took it slow, allowing only a little bit in a time even though Peter began to buck up at her, trying to stuff it all in. But at last she settled down, the young man's shaft buried to the hilt in her tunnel. "Mmmm, everything seems to be in working order," Julia whispered. "But I think we need to run a few more tests." Peter could feel her cunt muscles squeezing his cock as she began to move on him, rising and falling, sinking his cock into her velvety folds. "Let's test your reflexes now," she said, bending her face down to his and slipping her tongue into his mouth. Peter kissed her back, their tongues tangling, and she rode him like that for awhile. Then she sat back up again. "Very good. I think you're going to pass this physical with flying colors. But I need to check your muscles." She lifted his arms up to her chest, bringing his hands to her bouncing tits. Getting the idea, Peter again grabbed them and massaged the mounds, sliding his fingertips over the nipples. "Yes, yes, that's it," Julia began to moan as she increased the pace of her bucking. "Rub my tits. Fuck my hot pussy. Show me what you've got!" Peter bucked frantically up at her sopping wet crotch, mashing his cock into her as sweat and juices covered the table and stained its white sheet. He caressed her tits, her smooth legs, her stomach. Their shouts of ecstasy began to bounce off the examining room's tile walls as the tempo of their rutting increased. Finally Julia could hold it in no longer. With an incoherent screech she stiffened all at once, then began to shake and writhe in tremor after tremor. Her motions sent Peter over the edge and he again shot his wad, this time jetting his cum into Julia's eager cunt. They lay on the table for several minutes before Julia rolled off and slipped back into her uniform. Without a word, Peter put on his own clothes. They left the clinic together; Peter held the door for her. Just as she was about to step outside, she turned abruptly and walked back to the receptionist's desk. Picking up Paul's picture, she smiled briefly and slipped it into her purse.