Open Wide

"Do you mind if I measure?" she asked and removed some sort of device from a nearby drawer.

"No, go ahead" I was kind of proud she was so impressed.

"That's amazing," she said after she'd measured. "In all my work, I've never had another patient that could open that wide"

I didn't know whether to say "Thank you" or what; so I didn't say anything.

"You know, with that gift, there are a lot of gay guys around the neighborhood who'd love to have you for a boyfriend," she said, smiling and squeezing my arm.

"I don't swing that way," I told her with a halfhearted laugh.

"Well, I wouldn't rule it out," she replied. "As Woody Allen said, 'it doubles your chances of scoring.'"

I remember wondering then if maybe she swung both ways.

The phone on the opposite wall buzzed and brought me back to the present. Nicole excused herself and answered the call.

Her distraction gave me a chance to admire her for a couple of minutes. She was a gorgeous gal, tall, probably 5' 10" or so, black shoulder length hair that hung straight and framed her attractive face, deep set brown eyes and high cheekbones that probably came from some Indian or Mexican influence in her bloodline. That heredity probably also contributed to her tan complexion which highlighted her porcelain white teeth. Her mouth was wide with dark red full lips and an expression that always seemed right on the verge of a smile . . . a smile that seemed to suggest that she was considering some inner humorous thought. She must have worked out regularly considering her sculpted, muscular physique.

She wore, as did all the girls in the office, a kind of Hawaiian floral uniform that fit her snuggly enough that not much of her figure was left to the imagination. Her chest was large and wide . . . she probably wasn't joking about the silicone. I'm not a good judge of women's bra sizes, but even on a gal as tall as Nicole, her breasts seemed generous, I would guess 38 to 40 and at least a D cup.