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Welcome to Medicare!

By: magmaman



I finally had managed to navigate all of the hoops the government sends us older folks to get myself signed up for Medicare.

There is a plan for this and a plan for that and little "windows" that you need to sign up during or else the bill is going to be way higher.

Of course someone, probably the government, sold my name and address to every single insurance company on the face of the Earth so every day my mailbox was full of offers. Most just tacked on 20-30% to the cost and underwrote the policy, or they sent little official looking cards with account numbers, all I had to do was call.

I finally got it done, the government got a chunk of my Social Security check back, and another chunk went to cover the other policy I had to buy to pay the 20% part and things the Medicare policy wouldn't.

Then of course I needed the THIRD policy to cover any drugs I might need. One payment they just deducted from my check, the Medigap thing I had to write a check for, then the drug coverage, something about a doughnut hole whatever that is, they deducted that, too.

I read the crap about all the tiers and it's a good thing I got the "simplified" manual because I finally just gave up and signed up for something I thought I could afford.

Finally I got it all handled, I even had enough money left over for a few boxes of noodles and cheese, just add water and throw it in the microwave.

Life was just fine, I went back to getting my fishing gear into shape and looking for some beach volleyball games on cable TV. Man, they have this one team that has these two tall gals, they wear those skimpy little outfits and jump around and...

Where was I?

Oh, yea. I got this flyer from the Government, mentioning that I had a complete physical as part of my "Welcome to medicare" stuff coming.

Hell, free is a very good price and I couldn't even remember the last one I had ever had done.

I had always had that HMO thing before, every once in awhile we were supposed to go see the doc and chat about golf. If we were sick, we went to emergency. Or off to the urgent care clinic which they moved every six months so no one could find it.

After forty years in the same HMO I was pretty familiar about where everything was, but the change to Medicare meant I had to find a different doctor. I could have stayed with the HMO but their idea of the plan was for me to pay the government and then pay them, too.

Plus a nice bit extra for being old, I guess.

When I saw the amount they wanted to add me to their policy after I turned 65, I said no way and went with a private system. It was still about half of my fucking monthly check but that was better than all of it!

I called several local Doctors, every single one told me they were not accepting any new patients. After about the 5th call I was getting pissed off, why the fuck do they advertise if they aren't taking any new patients?

Finally I was referred to Community Health, I sat in the waiting room for two hours after my appointment time, surrounded by young people that didn't speak English.

It took me awhile to realize that probably every single one of them had the clap.

Or worse.

I finally saw the bored Doctor, he ordered a blood test and told me to quit smoking, then said they would schedule my physical.

Then he left the room.

After six weeks I called the clinic, they didn't know what happened to the blood test and had no record of my so-called physical. Then the lady on the phone asked me if there was anything else they could do for me today?

I hung up.

A few weeks later, I was reading the local paper. The small coastal town I live in runs a lot of stories about local politics, and I enjoyed reading them. It seemed that some lawyer was always representing a client fighting with some city commission about trying to build something somewhere. There were neat arguments over having to cut down a tree, wetlands crap, on and on. 

Small towns, you just gotta love them.

Local politics gets real dirty it seems, and it sure has Judge Judy beat for entertainment.

On the second page there was a story about a new medical clinic opening up, in our little town that was news! I knew why, since I had just been through that.

I reached for the phone and called. They booked me for my first visit just two days later. I asked the receptionist what the doctor's name was, she told me I would be seeing Olivia Martens, and that she was an NP.

Whatever in the hell an "NP" is?

I turned on my computer and searched. In minutes I knew an "NP" was a Nurse Practitioner, not a doctor. I thought about that a minute, what the hell. It didn't bother me any. During my few stays in the hospital in my life I found the nurses were the only ones that ever knew anything, the doctors mostly just did what they were told.

That and chat with clients about golf once in awhile.

Next I searched the medical sites for her name, and found out where she had gone to school, where she had worked, I even searched for any complaints and there weren't any.

That sounded all right, besides, medical service in our little town was hard to come by for some reason. I could understand that, most doctors probably wanted to work up in Portland where there were lots of people and more money to be made.

I had even talked about it to a guy I know down at our local men's club when I visited to suck down a few whiskey and cokes. He told me that the easy way to find a doctor was have a heart attack, then go to emergency. Whichever doctor that showed up to deal with it was then stuck with you for life.

I laughed at that, it was funny. Then I asked him about our men's club. It had been years since I lived back down at the coast, our men's club used to have topless bartenders and we had all sorts of fun.

He just looked at me, then he told me sadly we now had a women's club that allowed men to come in, and all of the elected positions were now held by women. Some stupid court case about women's rights and all that shit.

The damn world was going to hell in a hand basket, it seemed.

I arrived for my appointment and checked in. Then I sat down, grabbed a National Geographic, figuring I might as well learn about Neanderthals while I waited.

I barely got the cover open when they called my name.

Wow! That was better, I thought.

I followed the nurse down a long hallway and was told to undress and put on one of their gowns. I hate those things, they all have silly flowers on them and tie in the back. It is physically impossible for a man to tie a knot behind his back, I know, I have tried.

Heck, I used to watch my wife take her bra off without taking off her blouse! Go ahead, tell me there ain't any differences between men and women.

Where was I?

Anyway, I just left the thing untied, sat down. There was a knock in 30 seconds after I sat down, and Olivia entered the room. I don't know what I expected, nurses and doctors all know about medical so they should be healthy and in good shape.

This gal was about 40, around 5 foot tall and an easy 175 pounds. I had expected a smock, a uniform, but she was wearing a sweater with a cartoon character on the front of it and red pants.  She looked at the chart, the little form I had filled out that asked questions about my medical history. Hell, there were diseases listed on the thing I had never heard of.

Still, several of them I had concerns with, Angina I took pills for, a bit of breathing problems, most likely from my half pack a day bad habit. Then my bladder being the size of a Walnut and my Prostate the size of a Grapefruit that made me get up 3 to 4 times a night to take a leak...I checked quite a few of them.

It had even asked about erectile difficulties, I had checked that too since I was trying to be honest.

But what the hell, I was 65 years old, things didn't work as well as they used to, and since I was taking Nitrates there wasn't anything that could be done about it anyway.

She read down the list, looked me up and down with a smile. Out came the tools, she listened to my heart and lungs, how they manage to get those things so cold is beyond me. I think they keep them in a deep freezer.

My knees got whacked, it had been years since anyone ever did that to me. She tugged the gown down to my waist and peered around all over. I guess she found something she didn't like, out came a spray bottle and she froze a few spots on my back.

Then she parked her oversize fanny on a little roller stool.

"Come here, stand right in front of me." She said.

I did what she asked, she lifted the gown up and told me to hold it. Then she reached out and lifted my testicles, rolling each one carefully with her fingers. She had me do the turn my head and cough bit, first one way, then the other.

I figured that was it, but she went back to rolling my balls over and over. After about 30 seconds of that she reached under them and lifted rubbing her finger right over my Perineum.

That caused my cock to twitch, I was blushing slightly now.

"Well, there seems to be some response." She said.

Then she reached up with one hand and took hold of my six inch penis between her thumb and forefinger. She rolled that several times, It started to grow slightly. I looked away, hoping she wouldn't notice, but she kept right on with that rolling motion. 

"Do you mind if I push your foreskin back?" She asked, sliding it back before I could open my mouth to answer. I barely managed an "I don't mind" as she was already turning the head of my cock back and forth. Then she used her thumb to wipe a dab of moisture out of the slit, and she rubbed that across the exposed head. Her thumb worked back and forth at least a dozen times.

Then she went back to feeling my balls.

"Your right testicle seems bigger than the left, does it hurt?" She asked, looking up at me with a smile.

"No, not that I notice." I managed to answer. My cock was now about half hard and showing no signs at all of going back down, and for sure it wasn't going to if she kept this up.

"Good. You do seem to be having a nice response, it isn't completely firm but your penis does react to stimulation." She mercifully let go of my cock, it stuck almost straight out. 

She sat there and looked at it with a smile on her face as I stood there holding the gown up at each side. I was waiting for her to tell me what to do next, finally after a solid minute of standing there like that more or less just displaying myself to her, I let the gown drop.

Olivia blinked a couple of times and sat upright, it was like she had almost been in a trance.

"OK. Well. I need you to lean over the table, I want to check your Prostate." I saw her pull off her glove, then reach for a fresh one and pull it on.

I turned to the table, leaned over it. I was barely into position when I felt her index finger slide easily into my rectum. There was a brief pressure and she ran her finger back and forth sideways, then she pulled her finger partway out and pressed it inside again.

After she had done that no less than a dozen times, I began to wonder what the hell she was doing. It wasn't unpleasant, but I had had this type of examination done a few times before and this was completely different.

"I need to milk out your Prostate." Olivia said, apparently reading my mind.

"Oh. OK." I grunted as she pressed in again. Then I felt her other hand between my legs, she grasped my hanging penis and milked it downward a few strokes. Looking down, I saw she had a little cup, a spurt of fluid came out and into it.

She removed her finger, stripped off the glove and looked in the little paper cup.

"You can get up now, sit on the edge of the table, here are some tissues." She told me. Then she went over to the counter, picked up a light and inspected the fluid in the cup.

"Good, I don't see any signs of blood or anything abnormal, it's nice and clear. But your Prostate is mildly enlarged."

"What do I do about that?" I asked her, sitting on the edge of the table and tugging the gown down to cover myself.

"We will check the blood test results, we will draw those in a few minutes and see how your PSA count comes out. If that is good then maybe we can just have you do exercises that can help. Sexual activity is good for the Prostate, too." She gave me another big grin.

"OK. But I don't have a...." I answered.

"Wife? Yes, I see. That can be a problem. It's a shame, I think we could cure a lot of mild cases like yours if...." She smiled and turned to the computer sitting on a nearby desk.

I stood up, figuring we were all done.

"I want to get an EKG, might as well. Medicare pays for it. Oh, and do you mind giving me a sperm sample?" She was busy now typing notes into a computer.

"Uhh...I guess. How do you want me to....?"

"Oh, I can assist with that, we need a urine sample, too." She was still typing.

"Assist with that?".. I thought.

Then she got up and went to the cabinet, pulled out a little glass sample jar. I had seen those before. I stood up, expecting to be sent to the rest room.

She reached out and lifted my gown, my cock was almost back down to normal. She tucked the top of the glass jar under the end of my cock, slid my foreskin back again.

"Go ahead."

"Uhhh...." I managed.

"Go ahead, it's all right."

Giving up, I relaxed and in short order managed to dribble enough in there to almost fill the jar.

"You can finish up across the hall." She told me, pointing. Then she put a cap on the jar. I went across the hall, painfully aware of my bare ass hanging out but there was no one in the hall.

I finished up and went back to the little room.

"OK. Let's see. Sperm sample now, are you ready?"

"I guess." I wasn't much in the mood to be beating my meat right in front of her, and I could see no signs at all that she planned to leave.

"Hop on the table and lay back." Olivia said.

I did as she told me.

She set another sample jar on the table beside me, then she jerked the gown up to my waist. My cock was limp now, she reached out with her gloved hand and just started to stroke me.

"You don't mind if I assist, do you? We get a much better sample this way."

I wasn't minding too much, to be honest. She was working me firmly, it took a bit but I felt myself begin to erect.

"There we go!" She said with a grin as I started to firm up.

"Here, let me stimulate you a bit more." Her fingers went down underneath my testicles, she began to lightly rub me with one hand while firmly stroking me with the other. Just as I began to climax, she picked up the jar and caught the streams of sperm. Then she used her thumb and forefinger to milk me out completely. She let go, looked in the cup.

"Not bad at all for an older male, and you erected pretty good." She seemed happy with the results.

I sat up, in a bit of surprise. I had never run into any doctor like this. But then she was a nurse, not a doctor.

"OK. I want you to go two doors down, my nurse will draw the blood for the tests, then we do the EKG, then all done for today. You can put your pants on but keep the gown." She left and I pulled on my shorts and pants.

I went down the hall, the nurse sitting there was about 30, and cute. She had me sit in a chair with my arm on the table while she drew three vials of blood.

"How do you like Olivia?" She asked me.

"I like her just fine." I answered.

"Everybody says that." She gave me a grin, put the vials in a container and led me down the hall to another room.

She hooked up the wires, ran the EKG tests quickly. 

"You can get dressed now, then come out to my station and I will book your followup."

"Followup?"  I asked.

"Yes, she will want to go over all the test results with you, plus we will need another sperm sample to use as a comparison." She grinned.

"Oh. OK. What does the doctor need those for?" I asked.

"They are looking for blood, bacteria, things like that."

"Oh. I see."  I really didn't, but what the hell.

"Olivia is too busy sometimes, so if it's all right either I or one of the other nurses can....assist." She smiled.

I grinned at her.

"Fine with me."

I left with all of the papers she gave me, next appointment time in hand. 

This was going to be a very successful clinic, I thought.

Yes. Very successful.

Welcome to Medicare! Ch. 02



I guess I had to admit that that was one hell of an appointment. Sure, it was just a physical but Olivia, my lady doctor went way beyond any thing I had ever had done to me by any doctor before.

She had seemed to be fascinated as I stood there embarrassed, holding the stupid flower covered gown up while she sat on a roller stool and basically fondled my balls.

Then she skinned back my foreskin and spent a long time inspecting me.

Since I am sixty-five years old, things don't just spring to attention like they used to but mine was doing it's best and I was losing control over that.

At the end, she had me lay there while she whacked me off into a little jar, sealed it up and left, just like that.

"Assist, better sample that way." She had told me.

Everything perfectly normal.

Normal to her maybe, but over the next several weeks I couldn't get that out of my head.

What kind of a doctor had I ran into? Oh, right, not a doctor, a nurse. One of those Nurse Practitioners, they said.

Same damn thing to me, she was my doctor.

OK. I decided I liked her better than my last doctor, he usually just looked at his computer screen, sent me places to have needles stuck in me, then prescribed pills. If I mentioned my six times a night problem of getting up to take a pee he screwed up his face and changed the subject.

Usually to golf.

I had gotten so I didn't bother to go see my doctor unless I saw blood or read about some disease online that I then became sure I had.

Now I was looking forward to going to see Olivia, 180 pounds and red pants with sweater with cartoons on the front be damned.

Four weeks go by rather slow when a person is looking forward to something, but finally I found myself sitting in the waiting room again.

This time I made it to the second page of the National Geographic, there were drawings showing the differences between modern human skulls and Neanderthals, fascinating stuff.

"Come on back, Dan." A male voice said.

OH OH.

Where the hell was the cute little nurse that batted her eyes at me?

Reluctantly, I got up and followed the business like guy down the long hallway. He had me sit in a chair, told me that Olivia would be right with me, and left.

I looked around for one of those silly flower covered gowns, there wasn't any.

I only sat there for a couple of minutes before Olivia came in. I swear, she had on that same pair of red pants and that same sweater with the oversize cartoon character sewed onto the front.

This time I noticed that her boobs seemed to be making big bulges way low in the sweater. She either didn't have a bra on or she had a lousy one.

"Let's see here." She said, perching a pair of reading glasses on her nose and peering at the chart she had on a clipboard.

"EKG is normal, blood tests all look good, PSA test is at the edge of normal, I see you are way down on vitamin D." She muttered, more or less to herself. She typed something into the computer and hit the print button.

"Here, add 2000 units of vitamin D, not much sunlight here at the coast. Just over the counter stuff. You are doing pretty good, keep it up. Is there anything else today?" She smiled and closed the clipboard.

"Oh. I...uhhh..I thought you wanted to...do a second sample?" I managed, lamely, feeling my cheeks start to flush.

She looked puzzled for a moment, then opened the clipboard back up.

"Right, I see. You mentioned some erectile concerns? But I didn't really notice any of that, you seemed pretty normal for your age? In fact, your sperm count is pretty high, and your Testosterone is high for your age, too?"

She turned and looked at me.

"You don't even have any gray hair? You don't dye that, do you?"

"No." I lied.

"Right. Well. You really are in good shape."

"Oh. That's good, I guess?" I managed.

"Very good, yes. You should live to be around 100...if you quit smoking."

She closed the clipboard, and started to leave the room.

I stood up, I don't know what I had expected. Well, I did know what I had expected, but...

Olivia turned and looked at me, hesitated.

"You don't have a partner, do you?" She asked.

"Partner?" I asked.

"Yes, a sexual partner?"

"No. I don't. My wife....." Dorothy had been gone for over three years now.

"I saw that. OK. I want you to step into room six. We will do a followup, just to be sure. Medicare pays for it anyway." She pointed to another room down the hall, then she turned and went into a different room. I got a glimpse of an older woman sitting there, waiting.

I did as Olivia asked, the room was smaller and had a table with the little paper sheets on it. I sat down and waited, not quite sure of what this was all about.

After about five minutes, there was a knock on the door. It opened and the cute little nurse I had seen the month before stepped in.

"Hi! I'm Patricia, Olivia wants me to get a sample." She grinned. Then she reached for a pair of thin latex gloves. 

"Go ahead and remove your lower clothing and slip this on." She said, handing me one of those silly gowns.

I did as she asked, she turned her back and got a small glass jar out of a cabinet. I was just stuffing my arms into the thing as she turned back to me.

"OK. Hop up on the table." I did as she asked, suddenly feeling mildly bashful again.

Patricia reached under the gown and picked up my still limp penis. Then she tugged the gown up and began to stroke me. It didn't take very long before I began to respond.

"There we go." She grinned. Her other hand was busy gently cupping my balls as she tugged away at me. Then as I began to snug up, she tipped the little jar and I blasted off one stream after another.

"Wow! You really do have a load there!" Letting go of me, she snapped the lid on the jar.

I had to ask.

"This is...different, don't they usually just send us into a room..by ourselves?"

"Yes, but Olivia is different. She believes in quality of life and sexuality is part of that, so it is important. I don't mind at all in assisting."

She gave me a final grin and left. It was all almost...matter of fact, she acted like this was...normal?

I guessed that from that point of view, it was.

I waited about 10 minutes and no one came back in so I figured that was it. I tugged off the gown and pulled on my pants. I opened the door, saw no one, so I started down the long hallway to the waiting room.

The door to a side room opened just as I got there and Olivia stepped out, I got another glimpse of the lady I had seen a few minutes before. She was wearing one of those gowns just like the one I had on. Her eyes met mine, she mildly blushed as I quickly looked away.

"All done?" Olivia asked me, with another of those big grins.

"Uhhh...yea, all fine."

At the front desk, the receptionist told me to have a seat, Olivia would be out in a few minutes with copies of my reports. She was grinning, too. I got the feeling that everybody knew everything around here.

I sat down and picked up the National Geographic again. A few minutes later the lady I had seen in the other room came out, she took a seat a couple of chairs away from me and also picked up a book. We glanced at each other and said hello, she smiled nicely. I took a note of her out of the corner of my eye, she was slender, attractive and well dressed. She wore a soft looking full length dress, it was colorful and flowery, and I noticed her bust was nice and full. Her hair was sprinkled with gray and just past her ears, parted in the center. I had gotten a glimpse of blue eyes and a hint of makeup. Her face showed some lines, I guessed her to be around 50 or perhaps 60.

Olivia came out, she stopped at the front counter and said something to the receptionist. They both turned and looked at me, then went back to talking in very low voices.

She then walked over to the lady sitting there, handed her some papers.

"Take a look at the reports, they are really good. I will be back in a moment." She told the lady, then she came over to me.

"Here you go, all of your test reports are excellent! You look to be about 19 years old from these test results." She said with a grin, in a voice that was just a little bit too loud.

Then she went back to the lady sitting there as I scanned the paperwork.

"Yours are great too, Maria. It sure is nice to get to see someone so healthy!" Then she turned to me and winked. 

"But I will get both of you to quit smoking before I am done with you!"

I sat there reading the test reports, then I glanced up at the woman sitting there.

"My Welcome to Medicare stuff." I said, holding up the papers.

"Looks like I ain't dead yet." I wisecracked.

"Oh. Really? You look way too young to be....These are my Welcome to Medicare tests, too. I didn't think anything was wrong with me but it was...."

"Free?" I laughed.

"Yes, free is a very good price!" She grinned at me.

"You look far too young to be getting Medicare yourself. Your name is Maria? I'm Dan."

"Thank you!" She beamed. Then she held out her hand, I shook it. Her hand felt nice and soft. Our eyes met, held for a moment.

I took a chance.

"Say, it's almost..lunchtime? Would you like to..join me? There is a neat little cafe down by the seawall I like."

"Oh, I know which one you mean. I love that place! Yes, I would like that very much."

I was glad the day was sunny outside, I had driven my Corvette. It was bright red, something I couldn't really afford but bought anyway a few years before after cashing in the life insurance policy that Dorothy and I had kept on each other during our 30 years together. It sat in my garage unless the Sun was shining.

We got up, I opened the door to the outside for her. I glanced back at Olivia, she was standing there by the counter.

She grinned at me, gave me a thumbs up, then turned and went down the hall.

When I touched the button on the key fob to open the doors, Maria looked at me in surprise.

"Is this yours? I saw it when I came in, it is beautiful." I held the door for her as she coyly gathered her skirt around her legs and settled into the seat. Then I settled in behind the wheel.

I turned and looked at her for a few moments. She smiled, her hand came up to brush back an imaginary stray hair.

"What?" She asked with a smile.

"You really are an attractive looking lady, thank you for joining me."

"You aren't so bad yourself, Dan." Her hand reached out and touched my arm.

I started the engine and headed down the street toward the cafe.

Welcome to Medicare, I thought.



Welcome to Medicare! Ch. 03



Thirty long years of marriage and I found myself unexpectedly alone in my late years. It's not a position anyone wants to be in, really.

Our kids were grown and gone on to their own lives, with kids of their own to deal with. When my Dorothy went on to her rewards it was sudden, mercifully quick. An appointment at the doctor's on Monday, bad news on Tuesday.

After looking at the reports and realizing, she refused the treatments that were suggested, there was no real point anyway and it would just make her miserable.

In three short months she went from a vibrant and energetic grandmother to a withered little old lady, then one morning after I served her breakfast, she got up and went and sat down in her chair.

She just went to sleep.

I can't really say that Dorothy and I had a wild sex life, we didn't. The very best description would probably be normal. In 30 years she never once said no, although there were times when I didn't press that issue, I could tell when she wasn't in the mood or when she was tired.

Yep, normal. No affairs, no upsets at all. The closest I ever came was a neighbor's wife that was one of those women that liked to be looked at. She would be outside fiddling around in their yard wearing outfits that left little, and sometimes nothing to the imagination. If I started my riding lawnmower she would quickly be outside trimming shrubs.

It was tank tops with armholes almost to her waist, shorts with baggy legs. Down on her hands and knees, her boobs swinging free and most of her butt on display. Her name was Hazel, she was about 45 or so. Her husband John knew all about it of course, I always thought he got his jollies from her doing that.

Dorothy knew, too, but never said a word about it. I just looked but the idea of anything more never really crossed my mind. Until one day I was in my garage and there Hazel was. She made a blatant pass at me, I managed to escape but barely.

I was a bit careful after that, the fact is I was perfectly content with my Dorothy.

After Dorothy was gone things might have changed, I can't be sure about that. But John and Hazel moved away so it never became an issue.

Three long years my life was lonely, dull. I had taken early retirement, we had savings, investments. Not rich but no need to work, the stipend from the government came in every month and the dollars reached nicely.

Being stupid to the point of silliness, we were both saver types and we put money into long term certificates. Of course when the stock market tanked the first time we looked pretty smart, when it tanked the second time we appeared to be into the genius territory.

So we had our money, enough that when I received the check for Dorothy's policy I used that to buy a shiny new bright red Corvette.

Which I needed like a hole in the head, but I liked it. 62 years old, driving around on sunny days in it made me feel frisky, young again.

I drove it to the doctor's office for my Welcome to Medicare physical, I have no idea why other than it was a bright sunny day.

The physical went about like I expected, right down to the turn my head and cough to the finger up the rear end stuff. But it was different in that Olivia, my Nurse Practitioner took her sweet time, then "assisted" with a sperm sample?

It wasn't even a sexual thing, at least I don't think it was. She had me lay back, tugged on a latex glove. Then she just reached out and grabbed my dick and pumped a sample into a little glass jar, put on the lid and left.

Hell, I am 65, what did she need with a sperm sample? I had heard of things like that, read a few stories. All of them just had to be someone's fantasy, things like this never really happened, did they?

Well, it happened to me, not only once but there was a repeat at the followup appointment when the cute nurse Olivia had on staff came in and "assisted" again.

OK. I admit I liked that even better.

I came to find out later that Olivia was serious about that, I saw the test results. She actually was checking for bacteria, things like that that are associated with Prostate issues. It was just that her methods might be described as different.

As it turned out I had a few concerns which I already knew. My bladder was about the size of a Peanut and my Prostate was the size of a Grapefruit so at night I was up about once every two hours to dribble a bit. Olivia wrote me a prescription for some medication, calling me on the phone at home.

Another different thing, actually calling me on the phone to tell me she had called in the prescription to a local pharmacy, and to tell me she had me booked for another followup in a couple of months.

I figured it out, at least I think I did. I guess it is darned hard to get most men to even come in to have their Prostate checked, so Olivia's methods worked very well. Having a woman poking around their genitals was a heck of a lot better for most men than some male doctor. Add in that some male doctors would just as soon not? So the men patients actually showed right up for their tests, nearly without fail.

Ask me how I know. I began to look forward to seeing my doctor.

That also worked to get her male clients to come in for the crowbar with the camera crew on the end of it test. I found out later about that one. It seemed that her method of getting men to take the colon exam was to make sure they didn't erect during the test, because that could cause difficulties.

There was a little Mexican gal sitting there for that test, she had a bright smile and knew exactly what to do. There was no sign of the technician at first, which actually was a guy.

The Mexican gal told me to go ahead and undress, I waited for a few seconds and she showed no signs of leaving, so I dropped my pants. At my age I don't erect very fast without a bit of effort, but I sure did that time. Something about just dropping my pants as this little gal sat there and watched got me going. She looked at me and smiled, then she pulled on a latex glove. She had me all done in about 90 seconds.

Then she sat right there through the whole test, I guess to be ready if she was needed again.

Which in my case she wasn't needed the second time, darn it. Probably watching my own hairy butt hole on the video screen had something to do with that.

Anyway, as you can tell by now, I really like my doctor, even if she is way over weight and wears red pants, plus those darned sweaters with cartoon characters sewed on the front. 

Olivia sure has a busy little practice.

After my second appointment Olivia came out to talk to me in the waiting room. There had been a lady in the office at the same time as me, I noticed her but I was way too shy to try to talk with her. 

I didn't do any more than nod and smile as we sat a couple of seats apart in the waiting room.

Olivia handled that nicely, she chatted back and forth between us, making sure we knew each others names, even mentioning that we both smoked and she was going to cure us of that.

When Olivia winked at me, I got the picture. I might be old and slow, but I catch on pretty good.

So I asked the lady to lunch, figuring that I would get turned down, and darned if she didn't smile and say yes. Her name was Maria, she looked to be about 5'6", nicely built and well dressed, She carried herself like a lady, too, and she really didn't look like she was 65.

I can say honestly that I don't look 65 either, what with my nice dark hair and all. Which I don't dye.

I use that comb in crap instead.

On the way to the little cafe down by the seawall, we chatted. About my Corvette, of course. Anyone who rides in it talks about it, that is just the way it is. The thing is massively powerful, and I had it probably within about 5 points of ready for any Concours show.

Let's face it, a nearly 60 grand machine gets noticed and Maria was no exception. Maria even mentioned that the payments must be terrible, I proudly told her that I had just written a personal check. Which I had of course, but I also instantly regretted saying that, it sounded a bit...like bragging?

Maria didn't seem to notice that, though.

At lunch, she ordered a salad and sandwich, I ordered a steak. Maria did curl up her nose at that, mentioning she didn't eat red meat. I looked at the dainty fish sandwich she had, grinned.

Everything else we talked about was easy, we found we both liked to bowl, we both liked fishing and being outdoors. 

It was a date, and a fun one. Lunch took nearly two hours. Finally the rather hassled looking waitress was hinting that we were plugging up the works, so I left her a tip big enough to make her happy and we left. I drove Maria back to her car, a bit sad that the date was ending.

Maria got out, I opened the door for her. She reached out her hand and I shook it.

"I really enjoyed myself." Maria smiled as I held her hand a shade longer than necessary. 

"So did I! I really would like to see you again. If I may?"

"I would like that, too." She jotted her number down on a piece of paper, tucked it carefully into my shirt pocket. I felt her fingers brush my chest through the shirt, she only hesitated slightly but it was enough to make me flush.

She giggled, then got into her little Honda and left. I thought about her all the way home, I felt like a schoolkid that just had his first successful date.

I called Maria later that afternoon, we went to the movies that same night. It was some silly film about cartoon animals, we both laughed all the way though it. By the end of the film she was holding my hand, now I really was feeling like a teenager on a first date.

On her porch, she turned to me to thank me, I just leaned forward and our lips met. It was just a brief touch, but I felt it all the way to my soul. I was humming to myself all the way home.

The next afternoon I called her and we talked. When we finally hung up it was dark outside, we had talked for four hours. The next day we went bowling, I was surprised, she was pretty good and put the ball right in there. I was no slouch myself, my league average is around 175. By the end of the afternoon we had agreed to team up with another couple and see if we could get onto a mixed doubles league.

Again, I dropped her off, again our lips met and it felt just like the first time.

Within a couple of weeks we were seeing each other nearly every day.

Then I called one afternoon and got Maria's message machine. I called again an hour later and got it again. I figured she was off somewhere, so I busied myself around the house. Maria called me back later that day.

"Hi! Sorry I missed your call, I was at the doctor." She said.

"Oh. Is everything all right?"

"Oh, yes. It was just my followup."

"Yea, I have to go in for mine next week, I guess."

"Yours is probably the same test I just had done." She said.

"I don't think so, mine is the...colon exam."

"Yep, same test." Maria giggled.

Now why did she giggle? I wondered.

"I didn't know they even did those with..women?"

She laughed again.

"Women have colons too, you know."

"Do you want to go do something?" I asked her, changing the subject. Somehow I wasn't ready to talk about a colon test with her yet.

"Sure, let's go fishing, it is nice outside."

Nobody ever has to ask me twice to go fishing, so we did. Maria handled a rod just as well as I did, we caught a bunch of ugly bullheads and a few Perch, nothing spectacular but it was fun to be together, sitting out on the jetty. It was one of those warm days, the breeze off the water wasn't even cool. Maria wore a halter top and shorts so I got to see more of her than I had to this point. I was having trouble keeping my eyes off her, she didn't seem to really mind.

Finally it was getting late so we went over to her house to clean the few keepers we had caught. I made short work of them, we both managed to get a bit messy in the process.

"I need to take a shower, you can too if you like." She said.

"OK." I said, not thinking anything of it. I washed my hands as Maria went into her bathroom and shut the door. I heard the water running, soon she was humming in there. Her voice was sweet and clear, I sat and listened to her.

Then the door opened, she came out wearing a big white robe snuggled up tightly around herself. Her hair was wet but she had combed it, she actually looked just about the same even with no makeup.

"All yours!" She said with a smile. I went in and stripped down, then slipped into the shower. I finished quickly, dried off. I put my clothes back on and came out, Maria was still in her robe, sitting in a chair watching TV.

"Well, thanks for letting me take a shower. I guess I had better be going."

Yea, I know. Dumb as a wooden post.

Maria stood up, walked over to me and leaned up for a kiss. Her lips touched mine, they were soft and sweet. She leaned back and smiled at me, then kissed me again.

"Do you really need to go? I don't have a stitch on underneath this robe." She grinned, kissing me the third time.

"I....uhhh...OH!" She was pressed against me now, my arms wrapped around her.

"God, you are slow! Olivia said I might need to just jump you!" She giggled.

"Olivia? Our..doctor?" 

"Yes, she said I would probably like you....very much." 

I did one of my furious blushes at that. Like I said, I was not very experienced with women.

She just laughed, taking my hand she led me into her bedroom. Then she turned back, reaching up she slid the robe off her shoulders. Her breasts came into view, they sagged slightly, her nipples were oval shaped and snugged up tight. She held the robe at her waist for a moment, that same smile on her face. She looked totally erotic in the dim light. Then she dropped it the rest of the way, standing there totally naked in front of me.

I looked her up and down, there was a slight swelling of her abdomen, a mass of dark natural pubic hair nestled at her crotch. Her body belied her age, I felt myself stiffening right up at the sight of her.

"Do I look all right? I...have never thrown myself at a man before." She was actually blushing.

"You are beautiful!" I said, reaching for her with a groan. She slid into my arms, ran her fingers upwards over my groin. That was enough for me to feel myself begin to seriously firm up.

Somehow I was on my back on the bed, Maria was undoing the buttons on my shirt. Then she was working on my pants, she slid off the bed to grab the pants legs and tug them off of me. Reaching up, she took hold of the waistband of my shorts, peeling them down my hips and off. Dropping them on the floor, she straddled me and slid up on top.

"You sure are nice and big!" She exclaimed, holding my nearly completely hard erection in both hands. She moved higher on her knees until she was above me, then holding me with one hand she reached down and spread herself with the other.

I got a wonderful view of her pussy as her lips opened, then she was pressing down over me.

I would like to say we blended together like we had years of practice, one of those joinings that was meant to be.

What really happened was she went one way and I went the other, then I would change just as she did. We were actually struggling, I felt her getting close and then she would fade back. At one point she stopped and held still for a moment, then she tried to press my shoulders back to get control but our hips had a mind of their own. I kept slipping out and having to reach back down and start over.

Finally I got her rolled over and on her back, that did the trick. I lifted her legs at the knees, and held her open, her face winced slightly in pain so I eased up. Then she seemed comfortable so I began to pound away at her. She was tilting her hips upwards to meet me now, so it wasn't very long and I felt her shudder. I was only seconds behind her, she muttered something as I blasted off in wave after wave.

Later we both showered together, laughing and having fun. Maria dropped the soap once so I reached up her behind and got a squeal of protest.

Then we went back to bed and just fiddled around, I even got down and licked her, holding her lips spread open. It wasn't something I ever did much before but it was fun. I was thinking perhaps she might lean down and return the favor but she didn't. I really didn't care, it was so nice being with someone who seemed to delight in my efforts after so long.

Up until this moment I had resigned myself to a life of just putting in the hours.

It was also three days before I made it back to my house, much to the irritation of my Cat. It swished it's tail demanding it's dinner so I fed it and cleaned out it's litter box.

Hell, I have a kitty door, the damn Cat comes and goes as it pleases, why does it come inside to crap?

Oh, well, I was used to that, I guess.

In bed that night I woke up several times and reached over to touch Maria but of course she wasn't there. It was a very fitful night for me. By 5 AM I could no longer stay in bed so I got up and turned on my computer. I never paid it much attention so screens kept popping up warning me that my system was not up to date. After the 4th or 5th time of trying to tell the damned thing to remind me later, I just clicked the download and let it run.

I went and made some coffee, and fried some eggs.

Basically I was back to puttering around, killing time. What I wanted was to be back over there with Maria, I wasn't in the mood for sex, I just wanted to..be with her?

That was a strange feeling, after three long years of being mostly alone I suddenly didn't want to be.

My phone rang at seven, the computer had just finished doing what it needed to, whatever that was. 

It was Maria.

"Did I wake you up?" She asked.

"No, I have been up since 5 AM."

"Why so early?" Her voice sounded so nice to me.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Why not?"

"Oh, just things on my mind."

"I couldn't sleep, either."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Things on my mind, too."

"Like what?" We both were laughing att the silly banter.

"I was thinking we have one house too many." She answered.

I didn't answer, I didn't know what to say.

"Danny? Was that...too much..too....quick?"

"No. I think that we would be just fine...together." There. I went and said it.

"Oh, Danny! I might be...I really do like you."

"I like you too. Say, why don't you come over here?"

"OK. I have to go change, it will be a bit." Maria answered.

"Change? Why? What are you wearing?"

"Just my nightgown."

"The pink one? That will be fine!" I laughed.

"Oh, sure. You want me to come over there wearing just this?" 

"Yea, I do." 

"You are terrible!" She giggled, and hung up.

I heard her car in about 15 minutes, I opened the door before she could knock. She was wearing her long coat. I let her in and shut the door, when I turned back she was standing there in just the pink bedroom outfit. It was a bit on the sheer side.

"Well? Is this naughty enough for you?" She grinned at me.

I just smiled, she stepped into my arms. Then I led her back to my bedroom. My stupid Cat lay there on the corner of the bed.

"He likes to watch." I joked.

"Oh, do you let him watch with all your girlfriends?" She smiled.

"No, just the ones I like." I pushed her back on the bed, pushed up the hem of her nightgown. There were no panties. Plus she was already very damp.

"Oh, going outside naughty with no panties on got the little girl all fussed up, I see?" I snickered, burying my face between her legs.

She giggled, then lay back with a sigh.

Who knows, maybe the last few years won't be so bad after all.