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Recently, I visited a friend in the hospital. As I walked through the hallways, I was overcome by the fond memories I had experienced while training there many years earlier. This is the story of Nancy, my preceptor. Your ratings and comments are greatly appreciated. I was training at a local hospital to become a medical technologist in the late 1980’s. I had decided to enter he medical field because: one; I needed a job that paid better than my current one, and two; I actually enjoyed the hospital setting. Most of my family worked in the health care setting, so I figured that it too would become my calling. As part of my training, I was obligated to spend thirty hours per week working directly with patients. In doing so, I would prove my clinical competence and thus graduate and earn my certification as a medical technologist. Establishing clinical competency was pretty straight forward. I was assigned a particular task, and I would have to perform that task successfully in front of a preceptor who would then check me off. My preceptor was a young lady named Nancy. Nancy had been working in the department for some time when I first began my training. She was quiet and very unassuming. She was not the most attractive person in the department, but her isolating mannerisms made her very intriguing. Nancy was extremely introverted. For weeks on end, the only words I would hear from Nancy were her morning greetings and her afternoon goodbyes. She always spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. She kept her conversations to a bare minimum. She kept to herself, and rarely would I see her in the company of others. Some would say she was anti-social. Erzurum Escort Although outwardly she appeared normal, she seemed shy and projected a feeling of being uncomfortable when others were around her. Nancy was in her late thirties. She was rail thin. Her usual white uniform scrubs covered her petite body in such a way that it was impossible to discern her body’s assets. I could tell that she had small breasts but could not tell how small. She wasn’t very tall. Her hair was dead straight reddish brown and styled to accentuate the bang covering her forehead. She had deceptively pretty hazel eyes and a perfectly sculptured nose. Her face bore a few freckles. She was very fair-skinned almost porcelain-like; the type of skin that would turn lobster red after a few minutes in the sun, as I had witnessed on more than one occasion. In short, she was a skinny nerd. Because Nancy was my preceptor, she had to interact with me as part of my training. The few times that we did engage in non-work related topics, they were on my initiative. At times, I felt as I were invading her privacy. Most conversations ended as abruptly as they had started. This went on for months. Eventually, over time, Nancy began to warm up to me and would albeit reluctantly, engage me in awkward conversations. Gradually, she opened up to me and I learned a little bit about her. I could sense that talking to me was something new for her. Most of these conversations took place in our employee lounge. The employee lounge was a room as in the far corner of the department and contained a cafeteria table, some chairs, a raggedy sofa and a bathroom. This refuge Erzurum Escort Bayan area was the place where the employees and students could eat, relax between patients and hide from work. Although windowless and drab, it was a great place to escape. Nancy and I took to having lunch together. It seemed that I was the only person in the department that she would speak to. One afternoon, after a hectic morning of patients and procedures, I went to the lounge to eat a very late lunch. I walked into the lounge and found Nancy reading a newspaper, her feet up on top of a chair. She seemed tired as the day was one of the busiest we had experienced in quite some time. We spoke vaguely about how horrible our shifts were transpiring. I ate my sandwich, slurped my soda and excused myself to use the restroom. Once inside the bathroom, I untied and lowered my scrub pants and began to relieve myself. After finishing, I retied my pants, turned on the faucet and began washing my hands. Then there was a knock on the door. “I’m almost finished Nancy… just give me a minute,” I blurted out. There was no response. Again, there was another knock. Rolling my eyes, I turned and with my hands still wet, I turned the knob and flung open the door. Nancy just stood there expressionless. “What happened?” I asked. “Nothing,” she responded. Confused, I asked again, “What’s a matter?” Nancy let out a weird giggle and stepped inside of the bathroom door. Immediately, I sensed that there was something strange about to happen. She walked past me and turned, her back facing the toilet seat. Now facing me, she lifted her top revealing her Escort Erzurum midriff and placed both her thumbs underneath the elastic band of her white scrubs pants. She whispered, “Can you close the door, I would like some privacy.” Without turning my head, I reached behind me and closed the door quickly. My heart was now pounding. Slowly, she pulled down her pants and in the same motion, sat on the toilet seat. She looked up at me and smiled again as she began to urinate. I could hear the trickle. Her smile widened as the trickling sound grew louder. I stood there frozen in amazement. When completed, she wiped but remained seated. With a slight head gesture she motioned for me to step closer to her, which I did. She easily undid the knot of my scrub pants. My erection was evident as the head of my penis peaked above the top of my underwear. Nancy pulled down my underwear with her left hand and with her right hand she grabbed my stiff cock. She stared at it intently as she began to stroke it gently. My cock quivered with every pass of her palm. Her cadence quickened as her grip tightened. Oddly, she just stared at my cock as if communicating with it telepathically. Her pace quickened as she squeezed harder causing me some discomfort. Instinctively, she drew her left hand directly underneath my cock and she pulled down slightly with her still stroking right hand. I exploded at that very moment. My orgasm oozed out in ever weakening spurts. Her stroking eased a bit as she managed to catch all of my sperm with her open left hand. I took a deep breath and pulled away. Nancy just sat there as she kneaded my cum between her fingers. I turned on the faucet for her and she rinsed the cum off her hand. I handed her a paper towel. She dried her hands, stood up, pulled up her pants and walked out of the bathroom not saying a word. I stood in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror trying to comprehend what just had happened.
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