Interrupted Rectal Temperature!

It was a tough day today at work and I was looking forward to getting home to take a nap.

So - that's what I did. About an hour later I woke up and just had the devilish idea to take my rectal temperature. I have now acquired the real deal - the "old-fashioned" rectal thermometer - got it on e-Bay for about $15. It's so nice - it lives in my nightstand drawer with a small jar of Vaseline.

Anyhow, I was in my t-shirt and panties so I pulled my panties down to my knees . . . got out the thermometer and Vaseline. I put some Vaseline on the tip of the thermometer and then used the tip of the thermometer to lubricate/tease my anus before sliding it in. Now, I am lying on my back with my panties below my knees - my knees are raised and my legs are spread as far as the panties will permit . . . This position permits me to "adjust" the thermometer AND also touch myself to further enjoy the feeling.

That's what I was doing when I heard the doorbell ringing. I hoped they would go away but they kept ringing it, so I wondered what was going on. And, how was I going to deal with this thermometer . . . ?

I quickly put the Vaseline and thermometer case back in the drawer and closed it; as for the thermometer, I just pulled up my panties and threw on my robe and I headed toward the door. I could feel my panties pushing against the thermometer.

I opened it to find the lady next door standing there. She's older and lives alone and she needed some help getting something from her car into her house. Actually, she's a nice lady and a great neighbor. So, I asked her to come in and told her that I'd be right with her. I just needed to get away and deal with the thermometer. So, she came into my house and I went into my bedroom.

I took off my robe and my t-shirt. Now I am standing there, bare-breasted, in just my panties and the thermometer inserted. As I slid my panties down and leaned forward to remove the thermometer, my neighbor entered my room! I think it alarmed be and I guess I either jumped or just leaned forward across the bed - stunned! I didn't know what to do!

The next thing I know, I'm across the bed and she's sitting next to me. She's rubbing my back and comforting me and I am absolutely paralyzed. I'll never forget what she said, "Now lie still and let the thermometer register and I'll look after you . . ." The next few minutes seemed like an eternity. Then, she removed the thermometer and headed over to my nightstand to get a tissue - she wiped it off and read it. "99.4 - you don't have a fever, maybe you just need a little rest", she said.

Things were all happening so quickly, before I knew it she was pulling my panties up and helping me to stand as she handed me my t-shirt. She pulled down the covers to my bed and told me to get some rest. I was just sitting on the bed. I really didn't know how to handle the situation. She told me to call her when I was feeling better and then we could take care of getting the box out of the car --- and she walked out of my room and out of my house . . .

The thermometer was lying on my nightstand.

Has something like this ever happened to you?

FOLLOW UP . . .

So - this afternoon when I got home from work, Mrs. Lyons was working in her yard and went over to see her. Since it was casual Friday at work, I was dressed in my jeans and a pullover top so I suggested that I help her with the box.

No big deal - into the garage and get the box out of her car. It wasn't a big box, but it was heavy. I later found out that it was a collection of books to be reviewed and then given to the library or some place.

Anyhow, when I got them into her house she asked me if I wanted something to drink, and since the outside temperature at 6PM* was still pushing 100 degrees, I was sweating and in need of something to drink for sure! So, I took her up on it and enjoyed some of the best home made sweet tea I believe that I have ever had. We talked for about 30 minutes and the rest was a nice break from the hectic week.

I got up and was ready to leave when Mrs. Lyons asked me if I was feeling any better from yesterday and I told her that I was fine, I was just tired yesterday. She approached me and put her hands on the sides of my face and told me that I felt flushed. She told me to wait there in kitchen and she'd be right back.

Then, I heard her call for me and I went down the hall; she was calling to me from the bathroom adjoining her bedroom. She told me to sit down on the bed and that she was going to cool me off. I tried to resist but she came out of the bathroom and "motherly like" took me by the arm and sat me on the bed. How could I be --- rude? So I sat there and in a few moments she came out with a large basin and a washcloth and towel. She sat the basin at the end of the bed and then she took the wet washcloth and ran it over my face and neck - it did feel good. Then she told me to slip off my shirt! I again resisted and even went to get up - while thanking her - but her matronly approach had me removing my shirt - and now I'm sitting on her bed in just my bra and jeans . . .

She went back to the basin several times to refresh the washcloth as she washed me off from the waist up. I have to admit, it did feel good but I was feeling very uncomfortable and funny in this situation. When she finished, she took the towel and dried me off and then held my face in her hands, padded by the towel. She told me to stay there and she got her things and went back into the bathroom. I didn't know why I was still sitting there, but I was. I thought about putting my shirt back on but it was draped over a chair across the room and I felt as though I was not supposed to move from the bed.

When she came back out form the bathroom, I wanted to leap out of the window. In her hand, I recognized ---- a red thermometer case and a standard sized jar of Vaseline! I began to speak but she took control. "You know I've been worried about you so let me make sure everything is OK," she said. I'll never forget those words or what happened next. She told me to take of my jeans and lie down on the bed, as she was helping me to a standing position and holding my arm. Again, I resisted and again she was successful in controlling the situation as I took off my jeans and handed them to her - she placed them on the chair with my shirt. "On your stomach, of course," she said as she assisted me on to the bed. As I was on my knees and lying down, I felt her fingers at the top of my panties and down they came as I lay down on the bed. At this point, why was I going to fight it? I'm now on her bed in my bra and socks - my panties to my knees - and my buttocks exposed to Mrs. Lyons. I hear the familiar sound of the top being unscrewed from the Vaseline and laid upon the table . . .

I know what's going to happen but out of the corner of my eye, I see her taking the thermometer from the case and dipping it into the Vaseline. Then she approaches the bed and sits down next to me so that I feel her against my hip. She takes her hand and lightly rubs the small of my back and then moves it down to my buttocks and parts them. I feel the cool of the Vaselined thermometer tip touch my anus and Mrs. Lyons moves it up and down just a little bit to lubricate me and then I feel it sliding in and Mrs. Lyons lets go of it and her other hand returns briefly to the small of my back. When she stands up, I feel her removing my panties altogether! I looked over at the clock and it read 6:54, and Mrs. Lyons was headed back to the bathroom with just the Vaseline in her hand.

I heard water running in the bathroom and drawers opening and closing and I assumed she was washing her hands and cleaning up. When she came back into the room, she had a bottle in her hand. She set it down on the table and I could see that it was some sort of lotion and I saw the word "Aloe" on it, and the clock said 7:01. My temperature had now been taken for 6 minutes!

Mrs. Lyons stood next to the bed and ran her fingertips over my spine from my waist up towards my shoulders. When she got to my bra strap, her other hand came into play and the next thing I know my bra has been unhooked! I remember objecting, and when I raised up, she pulled the bra from underneath me. I recall saying, "Mrs. Lyons, please . . ." and she calmly but sternly put her hand on my shoulders and told me to relax. And I responded, "But the thermometer . . .", and I'll never forget her response - "It's not hurting you, is it?".

Probably in a state of immature compliance, if nothing else, I decided to just lie there and see what was next. Mrs. Lyons took the lotion and put some in her hands and then she applied both hands to my shoulders and worked them and the lotion down my back to my hips. Then she worked in smaller areas form my shoulders to my hips, and when she'd get to my hips and start rubbing, I could feel it move my buttocks - and the thermometer in between them, and that's the last thing I remember, until . . .

I looked over and saw the clock, just an hour or so ago, and it read 9:07. I was still lying on Mrs. Lyons' bed covered in a light blanket, my bra was off but my panties were on and the thermometer was not inserted although I felt something between my buttocks. I reached back there and it was just a folded tissue. I quietly got out of bed and headed over to the other side of the room to get my bra, my shirt and my jeans. I got dressed and walked out of the room. Mrs. Lyons was in her sitting room watching television, but I was in her view. She got up and put her hands on the sides of my face.

"You poor dear," she said. "They work you so hard and you don't get any rest. You come over here any time and I'll take care of you."

What was I to say? How was I to respond? A simple, "Thank you" sufficed and in a strange sort of way, I'm gad that she's there.

*Trivia - Location is N30.285 W97.755

That is an amazingly erotic experience, @notforme. When will you go back to see Mrs Lyons?

Wow! Awesome stories, that's never happened to me although I wish it had, the only time I ever had a rectal temp taken was by my bf when I did have the actual flu, needless to say it wasn't a very erotic experience as I was very ill, lol.

My mom almost caught me when I was taking my husband's rectal temperature once. He had the flu and was coughing and sneezing almost non-stop. I knew it would be much easier to get an accurate reading in his rectum, rather than him having to take the thermometer out constantly to sneeze or cough. I had been taking his rectal temperature for two days, in two hour intervals, when she came over to see how he was. We were talking downstairs in the living room when I told her I needed to check on him. I went upstairs into the living room and closed the door behind me. I was using our Welch-Allyn hospital digital thermometer. No sooner had I lubed the probe and stuck it up his butt, I heard the door handle turn and Mom talking away as she barged in. But before she did, I threw the covers down over his naked rear end. My hand was still under the covers holding the probe up his butt when she walked by me to talk to him. While she was talking to him, I slowly took my hand off the probe, and reached over under the covers to hit the power button on the controller. It was about to beep........reading in about 15 seconds........and the beep would've have given it all away. LMAO...that would've been embarrassing! Not that Mom is a stranger to rectal temperatures. She's taken mine a bunch of times when I was a kid. She left in about 10 minutes, and said she was going on home. As soon as the door closed, I cut he thermometer back on.....probe still inserted.........and got a reading of 101.1F.

Whether she saw what was going on I don't know to this day. Next time I'll lock the door behind me.

This reminds me of the time one of my girlfriends called my cell when I was home sick. I was lying on the sofa in my robe and PJs starting to cough and feeling worse by the minute. It had been several hours since my husband had taken my temperature, so I asked if he would take it again. We have a little joke between us if I'm not feeling well. "Top or bottom," meaning our digital for oral (top) or my trusted B-T glass thermometer for (well, you know). "Bottom," I coughed.

As he was shaking down the thermometer, I hiked up my robe, pulled down my PJ bottoms and turned on my side – when my cell rang. I let it ring a couple of times. What the heck, it's Hilary – I'll answer.

This is what I remember:

"I heard you were sick...how are you doing?"

"I'm on the sofa about to have my temperature taken in my butt."

(Pause) "You're joking. You're joking, right? You still do that."

"In about 3 minutes I'll tell you what my temperature is."

(P.S. It was 102.)

True story.

Sort of reminds me of this . . .

http://xhamster.com/movies/168553/she_must_take_her_rectal_temperature.html

NotForMee thank you for sharing a very plain, ordinary, but enjoyable real RT scene; that's what I like, something very domestic, and reality ~ believable.

I'm not big on the vids, only watch them occasionally; thanks...

NotForMee, great recount of events and nice looking house. I presume the white two-story one is yours?

Well - let's say it is "close", and closer to Mrs. Lyons' house than to mine!

Nice stories ladies

Nice story, not formee. Wish I had a neighbor like that. Karma to you.

Very hot story... thank you for sharing it with us!

Very nice story, thanks for sharing!

That was a great story! My Mother-in Law walked in on us once while my wife was taking my rectal temperature. Unfortunately for me, my wife did not get me covered in time and my Mother-in-Law came in and sat on bed and supervised! She told my wife that she thought that it needed to be inserted a little deeper for an accurate reading. Of course, my wife complied and pushed it in a little farther. So embarrassing!

I was about 14, and I was about a year into a rectal temperature fetish. As a I have written before I got my temperature taken rectally at the doctor's office and at home all throughout high school and absolutely hated it. Somehow I developed a fetish for it, where I would take my own temperature when nobody was at home, and pretend I was at the doctor's office. One day I knew my parents were away and I got ready to do it. I was holding the thermometer with a big glob of vaseline (the way it was done by the nurses), when the door bell rang. I asked who was at the door, and it was the newspaper delivery boy (about 3 or 4 years older than I). I could have put the thermometer down somewhere, maybe on my bed, but for some strange reason I didn't. I answered the door with the thermometer in my hand, very visibly. I had the money ready because my parents had left it for him. He definitely saw the thermometer with the vaseline on it, but did not say anything. I always wondered what he was thinking. Maybe he still got it that way, or at least got rectal temperatures at some points in his life. It was somehow a good feeling.

I really enjoy reading these stories too. Before I met my wife, I used to take my rectal temp. very often, usually after coming home from work, and before bed. This was a few years before cellphones took over, so we had to rely on the old landline phones, where you didn't have a number display before answering. More than a few times, I would get calls from a boss, or co-worker. That would cause me to lose all focus, with the thermometer in my ass, and a feeling of embarrassment would take over, even though the person on the other end didn't have a clue as to what was going on. There were a few times that I would be on the phone with a female friend, and would imagine them laying right next to me, sharing the rectal thermometer. I was always tempted to open up about my rt fetish, but thought it best to keep my mouth shut. I didn't think that it would go over well.

As i have stated in other posts I and a friend while kids from age 10 to 13 did RT and enema play while parents were away, at my house or his. As we lived in a farming area, the houses were not all that close to the main road so it was very quiet in the house and you could hear a pin drop so if someone did come home it was very easy to get a little warning. We never got found out but did get interrupted mid temp or enema once or twice. Some fast getting dressed did have to happen.

That was a great story! And quite an interesting neighbor….

About twenty minutes ago while getting my temperature taken rectally I got a telemarketer call. My caregiver took it, then handed me the phone and removed the thermometer. The three minutes hadn’t elapsed. After the call, the temperature taking was Re done.

I’ve had many rectal temperature interruptions, from someone coming home unexpectedly, to phone calls, and doorbells ringing. It’s usually been when I’m close to having an orgasm, and I end up being hard, in pain , and frustrated. I’m not a happy camper, when that happens.