Some years ago I worked in a care home when there was an outbreak of scabies. All the staff were given anti-bacterial wash to use at home in case they had picked anything up. There was an option, if anyone was unsure about anything, to have a confidential consultation with the home's senior nurse, and to be checked over if necessary.
I was part of admin and was the only man who worked there.
Though I had no suspicion that I had a problem, and had a girlfriend who'd have been only too glad to look me over, I thought I'd turn the situation to my advantage.
The nurse in question, Jo, had always struck me as being very sexy in her dark blue uniform. She and I had always got on well and the idea of being inspected by her was a real turn-on.
She was slim, attractive and about 35 years old.
She had a room in a quiet area of the home and, as things were very quiet one afternoon, I went to see her. I said I was concerned about the outbreak and had been a bit 'itchy' (which I had, but I think it was all in the mind as it tends to be when there's talk of creepy-crawlies). She asked if I'd used the stuff, read the leaflet etc. I said yes but I was still jittery. She asked if I'd mind if she checked my skin. I said I guessed it would be best if she did. She locked the door and asked me to go behind the screen and undress. Since she wasn't specific, I asked if I had to take everything off (I later wished I had just done so and not asked that question); she said down to my underpants would be ok.
I told her when I was ready and she asked me to step over to the desk she was sitting at. She looked very carefully at every inch of me that was exposed, using a magnifying glass on a couple of places she was unsure about. Standing there in my boxer shorts, I felt that heady mixture we all know; embarrassment and excitement.
Standing behind me, she asked if I would mind pulling my shorts down for a moment. Not wanting to seem too eager, I gave a er..ok, sort of answer. Jo then asked me to bend forward and place my hands on the seat of the chair in front of me. She parted my buttocks for a few seconds and then told me to straighten up and pull my shorts up. I think that my slight hesitation in taking my shorts down may have played a part in her deciding to tell me that all was well, and she wouldn't embarrass me further as she was sure I would be able to check the remainder of the front for myself.
I was disappointed, to say the least, but reasoned that if I said that I wanted her to check my genitals, I would have given the game away.
I really should have stripped naked without asking. The idea of standing nude in front of a uniformed female nurse, being given a full body inspection, is wonderful.
I came close to achieving it.
Despite the disappointment, it is still a great memory. I also had her looking closely at my hair and scalp which was very exciting and reminded me of school medical examinations.
One of the other girls I was friendly with asked me if I'd had any problem with the outbreak. Since I trusted her, I confided that I'd seen Jo for a skin check, though I obviously didn't disclose my real motive. She asked me if I'd had it done with nothing on, so I related what had happened. She told me she had been for a check and had had it done in the nude, but this was her own choice as Jo had asked her to undress in the same way as with me. She added that having to bend over had been embarrassing, but with her husband being away she needed someone to check that she was ok.
Thinking about being a fly on the wall was a bit of a bonus!