Enema In Hospital 1 - Medical XXX Story

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I looked out the window of the hospital room. It was dark. A good night's sleep is just what the doctor ordered, I thought. There wasn't really much to do, and there was nothing really physically wrong with me. I was there for an annual check up, and my doctor said the tests would go smoother if they were all scheduled at the same time.

Ever lay in a hospital room...just waiting? Not really worrying. It's boring. I wasn't in the mood to watch more TV, and I had read the paper twice already. The book I started just wasn't going anywhere. So there I lay, waiting for sleep to come and take me to tomorrow. Then from the corner of my eye I saw a shadow at the door. A nurse was standing there. Long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. She was trim and from what I could see, about 30 something. She entered the room, and approached the bed. There was something familiar about this woman, and friendly.

"Bob?", she said with a slight questioning tone is her soft and sultry voice. I strained my eyes to catch a good look at her face as she approached my bed. I listened to the click of her shoes as she walked across the room. "Yep, that's the name." I answered. I would have known who you were without looking at your chart she whispered in a soft understanding and very seductive tone. "Bob, it's me, Diane from college. Don't you remember?"

Well, there are some thing's a man never forgets. Like his first love, or in this case, his most unusual. Diane was coming back to me now. It was at least 14 years since I had laid eyes on her, but that casual, sensual, manor was absolutely the same as it had been all those years ago. Diane, you could say, was different. Definitely different. This woman had a man's sex drive. And for a guy in college, that was like dying and going to heaven. Remember Diane? Are you kidding? How can you forget a 22 year old blond with a Playboy body for whom nothing...absolutely nothing was off limits. I think Diane was every man's fantasy. She was pretty. She was willing. And she was mine. After 14 years she was standing here...smiling at me with that same bad girl grin she perfected when her mind was concocting some wild sexy idea to try out.

"So you're a nurse?" I weakly asked. Christ, it was obvious. Sure she was a nurse. But that was the best I could manage as my mind raced back to our college fling. And the memories of her lust and lovemaking flooded back. She hovered above me with that knowing look. She was wearing a knee length white nurse's uniform with the last three buttons on the front undone.. Just enough so that when she walked the dress rustled revealing her firm thighs. Just watching her walk was enough to make a guy hard.

"Not much to say?" she said softly. "Listen, let me tell you why I'm here. The doctor said to monitor your bowel movements, and it looks like you haven't done anything since you were admitted. I know you're just here for some simple tests, but we have got to go by the books. Bob, my old friend, it looks like you need a little help in that department. Do you get my drift?" She paused and looked right in my eyes. She smiled that smile I recalled from years ago.

Well, maybe I wasn't a rocket scientist. But then I didn't have to be to figure out what she was cooking up. This woman always liked the dominance thing. The power trip. I guess that was one reason she became a nurse. So how was she going to do it? One of those quickie Fleet enemas? Just to get the job done? No, that was definitely not Diane's style. Especially with an old lover like me. She had something extra in that mind of hers. Something delicious. And warm. And wet.