Its A Long, Exposed Wait

I stood there, casually as I could with my arms at my sides, quite aware of the eyes staring at me. I felt eyes from down the hall, from other patient rooms eyeing me closely, taking in my nudity with more than a casual interest.

Soon after, a patient walked by. She winked at me and slapped my ass as she passed in the hall. I managed to keep quiet as he touched me, her expression showing excitement, or perhaps even arousal, as she passed me by.

It was not long after that another patient, this time a man, was being led back the other way, his hand rubbing across my front, touching softly between my legs as he passed. I felt weak in the knees then but managed to keep quiet. As his hand reached briefly between my legs, my body responded in pleasure. His smile grew, as his hand came away wet before he returned his gaze forward and continued walking the halls.

It becomes quiet there for a few minutes, though it felt like forever. Other patients passed by, but rather did they make a pass at me, like before? They did take a close look at my naked form, however. One young man snapped a photo of me, naked, as I waited. I smiled and waved at him as he passed, and he gave me a surprised look as he released he was caught in the act.

His expression relaxed as he saw he would not get into trouble, and snapped another. Soon, he was standing next to me and taking a photo of us together. His left hand grabbed me around the waist, squeezing me as he took the photo. I heard myself giggle, amused as he grabbed me.

He pinched my ass softly, giving me a knowing smile, before rushing along to follow his guide. I was left standing there, naked and alone in the hall again, waiting for them to finish the examination.

It started to seem like my wait would never end, but finally, the door to the examination room opened, and the patient walked out, quite happy with himself. The Doctor nodded and thanked me for waiting. I gave him a pleasant response, before leading the patient back through the halls.

As we got back to the waiting room, he said in a happy, amused tone, “You know, we don’t have to part ways. It must be your lunchtime. I don’t know about you, but I know I’m hungry. Shall we? “ As he spoke, he put his arm put for me to hold at the elbow. I giggled, enjoying the attention. My mind, surprised and inquired of the notion of spending more time with him, rushed to catch up. He was right on all counts, but then again...