A knock on the door

I was stirred from my brooding by a gentle knock on the door. The knock was followed immediately by a a young nurse with brown hair appearing in the doorway, smiling warmly. "Excuse me. I hope that you are Mr. Doe?"

I turned around a little self-consciously to face her. Her eyes flitted to my chest, then down to my john thomas, which seemed to be hanging a little lower than usual. Her eyes seemed to drop slightly lower, when I realised that she must be looking for my tattoo. "Ah, good," she said, spotting it. Her gaze jumped again to my crotch, eyes widening, before meeting my gaze again.

"My name is Jennifer Coleman. Dr. Westman left your door wide open, so I hope you don't mind me just coming in." She looked down at my crotch again with a little smile. "All things considered."

It felt a little strange to have a female nurse simply walk in on me while I was undressed. The habits and expectation of years in doctor's offices were still with me. It was also quite unusual to have a nurse checking out my member, in what could mildly be called a less-than-professional way. It gave me a thrill, to be honest, and I felt myself thickening a bit. But I did my best to put on a care-free smile. "Well, considering I signed up for this, I don't think I'm in a position to complain," I joked.

The nurse smiled, glancing down at my crotch again. I felt my groin twitch. "Sounds as though you're feeling comfortable with it," she said in a friendly tone. "That's good. Not everyone who signs up for exhibitionism really has their heart in it. We try to catch them with the questionnaire, but the system isn't perfect."

"Um, I have to admit that this was a bit of a spur-of-the-moment decision," I admitted.

Nurse Coleman shared a conspiratorial smile with me. "That's to be expected," she said mysteriously. "In any case, I have been assigned to assess your psychological reactions, to help assess your ability to operate responsibly, and to improve the exhibitionist program. I can also advise you about what you can expect while, er, 'operating' under your new licence.

"You can postpone for the moment if you wish to go about your business," Nurse Coleman explained. "If you do, I would recommend that you restrict yourself to casual public nudity in recreational areas, until you can be instructed. This is to avoid accidentally doing anything which would represent an 'exposure violation'."

I furrowed my brow. "An 'exposure violation'?"

"Think of 'moving violation', except for exhibitionism instead of road traffic," Coleman explained. "The penalties can be rather stiff. If you'll pardon the phrase," she said. Her gaze flitted down to rest upon my cock: despite the topic of conversation, I was getting hard.

"Will you be participating?" She smiled warmly at me, and bit her lip slightly, swaying gently.

I didn't have anywhere that I needed urgently to be, and the blonde nurse who had sold me on the exhibitionist license didn't mention anything about penalties. Seeing how I barely knew what I had signed myself up for, I thought some extra information would be nice. I was beginning to wonder about this trend of somewhat unprofessional behaviour of the personnel at the clinic, however.

"Sure, I'll come along," I said. "Uh, I'm not sure what to do with my clothing though --- do I leave it here?"

"You are free to get dressed to leave the dressing room, but I am supposed to examine you as you do so," Nurse Coleman informed me. She glanced once more at my hardening member. "You will also be asked to take off your clothing again later. Instead, if you wish, we can have your clothing packed and waiting for you at the lobby. From there, you can arrange to have them delivered to your home, after retrieving any essentials that you might want to take with you."