I felt sure she was wearing a bra, but was also just as sure that her perky breasts would appear just as firm and full without one.I felt sure she was wearing a bra, but was also just as sure that her perky breasts would appear just as firm and full without one. The wedding ring on her finger was a disappointment to me, of course, and I was a good little soldier in my remarks to her, even though her smile and her attitude told me that she found me at least interesting. We exchanged small talk in between the blood pressure and blood sample taking, and I learned that she had been married for a little over two years and lived in a neighborhood between my work and my home. Her husband was a salesman who traveled to nearby cities during the week but was always home on the weekends. Much to my chagrin, the next time that I was at the doctor's office another nurse did the honors, but Donna walked by the door often and looked in and smiled each time she passed the door. I had run in to her a time or two since as I was shopping in our little town and we had greeted each other pleasantly, but had never really had much time to talk. Finally I had returned to the doctor one more time and was really pleased that Donna was my nurse once again. She seemed pleased too, and the examining room seemed charged with sex the moment she entered. This time she was wearing a white skirt and blouse and the normal white stockings. |