Everyone needs a little break now and then.
During my paramedic class, I was required to take a surgery rotation at a Trauma Center. I had to follow around an anesthesiologist and acquire one more intubation. I was escorted into the locker room and told to change into scrubs. As I walked in, I noticed that this was a co-ed locker room. Apparently the women’s locker room was under construction and everyone had to use the men’s. In the middle of the room was a cubical wall that ran the entire length and stopped four feet short of the ceiling. Finding this odd, but not concerning, I changed and placed my clothes in a locker.
I went to the charge nurse, who introduced me to Sarah. Sarah was a very attractive, curvy, Red haired anesthesiologist. I introduced myself to her and we went on our way to the surgery room. While washing our hands, we made idle chitchat. She asked me what type of class I was in. I told her I was currently enrolled in paramedic school. “That sounds very exciting,” she said as she lathered up her hands. She then bent down and placed the soap sponge along her arms. As she did, I noticed her cleavage through the top of her scrubs. She was wearing a lacey, teal colored bra that hugged against her breast. Rinsing her arms and hands, she stopped and then looked up at me. I blushed since she caught me looking down her shirt. She smiled and winked at me. Raising her hands up in the air, she spun around and backed into the surgery room.
Once inside, she put her gloves on and began to talk to the patient. I stood behind her, in the corner of the room. We had placed surgical masks over our faces and she motioned to have come closer. Her eyes were soft and inviting. At that moment I would have done anything for her. She had a look that was like a mystical power, and I wondered just how many men had fallen into that trap. Sarah sat on a little examination stool, located to the left of the patient’s head. As I stood behind her, I couldn’t help but look down at her breast. They appeared to be soft, but firm, large, but definitely not too large. She would rest her clipboard on her lap, while she talked to the patient. Every time she moved her arms, her breast would squeeze together, making her cleavage push up against the top of her scrubs. She turned her head and asked me to come around to the top of the patient’s head. Sarah began to push the medication that knocked people out. She then walked next to me and bent over to grab some equipment. As she did, her scrub pants became tight, revealing her thong. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her ass. She turned around and started to attend to the patient.
When the patient became unconscious, Sarah gave me the ok to intubate. I intubated the patient and attached a ventilator to the endotracheal tube. Sarah looked at me and told me that I had done a great job. I stood next to her for then next few hours, while the surgeons operated on the patient. Every ten minutes she would ask me some questions about the patients breathing, but then return to reading a magazine. At some point, I looked down and glanced at what she was reading. It was an issue of Cosmopolitan Magazine. I noticed she had read the confessions page and then became very engrossed in an article about masturbation. While the surgeons finished up, I heard Sarah chuckle a few times. She then closed the magazine and stopped the vent. She administered some kind of medication and told me to remove the tube from her lungs. As we completed the final steps, we moved the patient to the recovery room. Sarah gave the nurses some orders and walked back to me. She asked me if I had some paperwork that she needed to sign. I said yes and handed it to her. She signed it, told me that I had done a great job and went on her way.
Since this was my last required clinical, I decided to rush it up to the lead instructor’s office. I walked through the hospital and went up to the fifth floor. I dropped off a copy and headed back to the surgery locker room. As I pushed the door open, I heard loud music playing. The air was moist and warm, as if someone had been running a shower. I walked over to my locker and spun the combination knob. Just then, I heard her voice. There on the other side of the fake wall stood Sarah. Moving the bench over to the wall, I stood on top of it and peered over. Sarah was standing in front of her open locker, in a pair of scrub pants and lacey teal bra. Her red hair was in a ponytail, but she quickly reached up and removed it. She shook her head as her hair fell down on her milky white skin.