She turned her head back toward me with a look I couldn’t read, but seemed to promise something, and batted her eye lashes at me as she said. “That’s what the sheet says so it must be right, but I have a hard time believing it. You don’t look a day over fifty—well maybe fifty-five tops. Are you actually almost seventy-five? I really can’t believe it.”
I smiled at her and said, “I sure am darlin’. Sure as god made little green apples I’m going on seventy-five, and sometimes I feel that old too. Right now’s one of those times, but lookin’ at you makes me feel a whole lot younger. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I do know I need somethin’ to help me feel better, real bad.” She gave me another look I couldn’t read and turned away.
As she walked ahead of me she was moving her hips more, making her beautifully shaped ass move very provocatively inside the not quite tight scrubs. My libido started trying to get control of the situation, and I tried hard to tamp it down. I told myself to stop being cute and flirting with this pretty girl, young enough to be my daughter—actually, she was almost surely young enough to be my granddaughter. I didn’t need to get involved with this pretty young woman who seemed to be interested in starting something with me.
I’m a happily married man. I’ve been married to the same woman for well over fifty years and she takes real good care of me. She’s still really wonderful in bed—or where ever I decide to grab her and have my way with her. I still can’t resist fucking her every chance I get. The urge isn’t as intense as it used to be, but we still manage to do it often. She’s a few months over nine years younger than I am and she loves sex, she has ever since I took her virginity the first time I fucked her, when she was just barely nineteen.
The main reason I married her is she let me fuck her right away when I told her I wanted to, even though she was a virgin, and she’s always been ready for sex anytime I want it. I don’t believe the old saying, ‘If a man can get the milk without buying the cow, he won’t buy the cow.’ I was getting all the milk I wanted from her, but I wanted the cow so I could be sure the supply of milk wouldn’t be cut off if another man decided to buy the cow.
We don’t do it as often as we used to, but we still do it damn near every night. I’m definitely not looking for another woman, but I do like to look at attractive women and the young woman walking down the hall in front of me, provocatively wiggling her ass for me, was definitely an attractive young woman. The fact that she seemed to be overtly flirting with me, increased my interest in her quite a lot.
I was flattered that she’d started flirting with me, and I was enjoying my view of her nice body even more since she was acting like she was interested in me as more than a patient. She turned her head back slightly and asked, “Mr. Aldriech?” pronouncing my name as ‘ALLrick’. I quietly corrected her, pronouncing my name, ‘AldRICH’, and she tried again. Mr AllDRITCH, do you have any allergies? She’d come a lot closer to the way I pronounced it so I let it go. I really didn’t care what she called me, but I was beginning to hope she might want to call me once in a while to scratch her itch. I said, “No I don’t have any allergies that I am aware of.”
Something about the way she was acting was arousing me. I knew the way her trim ass wiggled, in the thin not quite tight, pants of her scrubs, was arousing me. I simply couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful rear end as the thin material stretched to mold to the contours of one cheek of her ass and then loosened, only to tighten around the other cheek of her butt.
She stopped suddenly and turned to face me, “Oh, I forgot to ask, do you want your wife?”
I wondered what she meant. That seemed like a strange question and I couldn’t see why she wanted to know. Somewhat confused but wanting to keep up the banter, I said with a big grin, “I sure do darlin’. I want her all the time, but right now ain’t a real good time for that kinda thing. I gotta git this CT scan done, so I’m all yours until we get this thing done.”
That caused her to color a little, making her face even prettier and, a little flustered, she said, “You know that’s not what I meant. I meant, would you like her to come back with you. There’s a little waiting area back here where she could wait for you if you’d like…” She hesitated briefly before saying, “But it’s good to know you’re all mine for at least a little while,” she blushed prettily and coyly continued, “I’ll try to make the most of it.” my cock jerked and I realized I was really hard. I wanted her, and her body language was telling me very plainly that I could have her if I wanted her and it looked like she wanted me to come on to her. She was acting as if I was arousing her sexually, and she was surely arousing me sexually.
The pretty young blond woman settled me in a big comfortable recliner, touching me a lot more than she needed to in the process. When she had me seated to her satisfaction, she gave me a beautiful smile and patted my forearm as she said, “A nurse will come in and put an IV in your arm for the contrast agent in a little while. I’ll be back to take you in for the CT scan after a little while after that, when it’s our turn on the machine.” She gave me a look that said, ‘we know what’s going to happen when we’re alone’, and then said with a wink, “Sorry we have to wait, I’m ready right now, but we have to wait for our turn.”
She smiled at me and when she put her left hand on my forearm and let it linger there long enough for me to begin to hope it meant she really did want me, I looked down and noticed she had an engagement ring and a wedding band on her third finger—she was married. I wasn’t real happy about that. I don’t like to fool around with married women. Fooling around with another man’s wife, not to mention fucking her, is likely to cause a lot of serious trouble and I don’t need that kind of trouble, but I wasn’t chasing her.
She was very clearly sending me body language messages that didn’t fit with a happily married woman. I was confused. It seemed like to me that she wanted me to fuck her and was openly offering herself to me, so I wasn’t put off as much as I might have otherwise been by the marriage rings. I wasn’t going to rape her if she said ‘no’ when the chips were down. I’d be disappointed but I wouldn’t make any fuss about it. She smiled again and said, “I’ll be back after a little while, is there anything I can get you, or is there something I can do for you before I go?”
There surely was something she could do for me alright, but this wasn’t the time or place for what I wanted. I smiled and said, “If we get a chance, I’d like for you to do something for me later, if you really want to that is, but I’m alright for now. Maybe after the procedure you could help me relax, get rid of some built-up tension, if you want to.”
She looked at me and I could see in her eyes that she understood what I was saying and wanted to take care of my tension alright. I could see she definitely wanted to help me release my tension while she released hers as well. She beamed at me and said, “Don’t worry. I think you’re going to have a little reaction to the contrast agent, quite a few patients do. If that happens, I’ll have to stay with you and take care of you until you recover from that, and we’ll be in a room where there won’t be any interruptions. I want to take care of you and I’ll do my best to help you get rid of your built-up tension.”
After a short while, a cute, thirty-something, slightly plump, but still very shapely, brunette nurse came in and said she needed to put an IV in the back of my left hand. She squatted in front of me to get low enough to be comfortable working on getting the needle in the vein properly with me reclining in the chair. When she opened her thighs wide, I noticed a damp camel-toe in the snug crotch of the thin nylon pants of her scrubs, which were at least one size too small for her, causing them to mold tightly to her nice hips and thighs.
After a while the same nurse came back and injected some kind of dye through the IV and I noticed the camel-toe in her crotch was a little damper. I wondered what was turning her on. I saw she was wearing rings on the third finger of her left hand so I assumed she was married and her damp crotch made me wonder if it was a happy marriage. It wasn’t any of my business, of course, but I’m just naturally curious—some people say I’m nosey.
After a few more minutes the pretty blond CT technician came back in and said, “It’s our turn! Are you ready?” The look on her face told me she meant ready for more than just the CT scan. She led me to the room where the CT machine was located and helped me lie down on the sliding bed of the machine. She looked down at me and said, “How’re you doing, James? You feeling Ok? You aren’t claustrophobic I hope.”
I’m not claustrophobic and I was okay so, I responded, “I’m not really claustrophobic, but I have to admit I’ve felt better. Still, I think I’m doing pretty well for an old man and I’m looking forward to feeling even better as soon as this scan is over.” She leaned toward me and smiled. Her nice breasts were just below my eye level and I looked down her top, which had fallen away from her chest as she leaned over me. The well-formed mounds of woman flesh, loosely nestled in a totally unnecessary little lacy bra, were a delicious sight to see and I enjoyed the view. I could see her nipples were hard, pushing out little peaks in the thin fabric of her bra, it looked like she was fully aroused.
She had to know I was looking at her breasts, but she didn’t seem to mind. When she straightened, I boldly looked into her eyes. She held my gaze looking deep into my eyes for a moment, then she looked down and said softly, “I hope you like what you see. I want to look good to you, and I want you to enjoy my body.” She blushed and kept her eyes downcast as she said softly, “You sure do look really good to me right now!”