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So… Some time has elapsed and life goes on. Yes, my rectal thermometer is in the nightstand next to my bed and I take my rectal temperature from time to time. Sometimes I will masturbate as I am doing it and sometimes I just enjoy the feeling of taking my rectal temperature. I’ve been a bit more careful lately so as not to get myself into compromising positions with either Stacy or my neighbor, Mrs. Lyons!Stacy has calmed down and hasn’t said anything more about rectal temperature taking either, until yesterday. She invited me to her place for dinner because she said that she had “something really cool to show me”. It’s not unusual that we’ll have dinner together, but it is rare that we get together with any planned agenda, so she had me wondering what it could be.So, after work I went home and changed into more casual clothes and then headed over to Stacy’s place – it’s only about 5 minutes away. When I got there, I could smell something cooking and it was Stacy cooking shrimp shish kabob on the grill. Needless to say, we had a great dinner complemented by some Pinot Blanc wine. After dinner, we sat and chatted – and finished off the bottle of wine, too! I could feel it taking over and I was also curious about what it was that Stacy wanted to show me. So, I asked.We were sitting on her deck, so she led me inside and suggested that what she had to show me was probably best viewed in the bedroom. Okay – we continued into the bedroom and Stacy suggested that I have a seat on the bed. What could this be? Stacy went out of the bedroom and returned with a small box – a Priority Mail box – and she handed it to me.“I ordered something from e-Bay and I wanted you to be here to open it with me!” Stacy said, with as much excitement as a kid with a new toy. “Go ahead, bahis siteleri open it!”I pulled the strip along the top side of the box to expose what was inside – a bunch of bubble wrap and then a box that said: B-D Fever Thermometer Oral then, she held it up one more time to read it. Apparently being satisfied that the reading was below 98.6, she leaned in towards me and said, “Temperature time.”I instinctively backed off, even though Stacy is a good friend.“C’mon – let me take your temperature with my new thermometer,” she said.As hesitant as I was, how could I spoil her enthusiasm and not cooperate? So, I opened my mouth and Stacy positioned the thermometer under my tongue. Really, no big deal, it just caught me by surprise. Stacy got off the bed and I sat there, with the thermometer in my mouth.“Seven forty-eight,” she said, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “We’ll let it register for 4 minutes. I’ll change my clothes while it does.” Stacy must have come right home from work and started dinner because she was still wearing the pants and top that she had worn to work. She walked into the bathroom and when she came out, she really caught me by surprise because she was only wearing her white bikini panties! I couldn’t help but notice her tan and her firm body that was the result of her steady work-outs at the gym. As she walked past me, I also noticed that her buttocks were very firm. She walked over to the dresser and put on a tank top and shorts, very cute.Meanwhile, I had been sitting there with an oral thermometer in my mouth and I have to admit that the thought of having my temperature taken rectally had crossed my mind several times, my anus had contracted, and I tried to disabuse my mind from having these thoughts!“Oh, my! Seven fifty-five!” canlı bahis siteleri Stacy said as she approached me. Standing in front of me, she removed the thermometer from my mouth and I couldn’t help but notice that the tank top was tight-fitting, her breasts outlined nicely, and her nipples pressing against the fabric. I watch what I eat and keep to a regular walking and swimming schedule, but my body doesn’t look anything like hers! Of course, I’m also a few years older, too.“Ninety-nine point zero,” she said, as she held the thermometer up and read it. “I wonder why it’s not ninety-eight point six?”“Well, you know that ninety-eight point six is only an average, and it changes during the day,” I answered. “Maybe having a little wine to drink has made me hot,” I said, with emphasis on the word hot.Stacy had finished shaking down the thermometer and was cleaning it off with the alcohol swab. I was still sitting on the bed and taking in the sight of cute and sexy Stacy with the thermometer. No, I don’t have any female-to-female tendencies, but the fact remained that she did look cute – and sexy – and that she had a thermometer in her hand didn’t help matters much in confusing my libido.Stacy put the thermometer on the nightstand, but not back in the case. She picked up the thermometer box, both thermometer cases, and the supplies and set everything on the nightstand.“Sit there for a minute. I have an idea,” she said. She took the Priority Mail box from the bed and put it into the trash can on the far side of the room. Then, she went into the bathroom and returned with a bath towel draped over her arm. She reached around me and spread the bath towel across the bed.“Let’s check that temperature again,” Stacy said.“No, it’s OK, really – so long as it canlı bahis is around ninety-eight point six, and I feel, fine,” I responded.“I have another thermometer,” Stacy said, almost teasingly, seductively as she took the rectal thermometer case and removed the thermometer. Again, she was standing in front of me with her sexy look, only this time it was a rectal thermometer in her hand as she held it up to read it and shake it down.“OK, OK… Very funny,” I said, as I began to stand up from the bed. But, Stacy moved in closer and used her other hand on my shoulder to keep me sitting on the bed.Keeping her hand on my shoulder, she said, “I really want to take your temperature,” and then she paused, “…I want to take your temperature… With the rectal thermometer. I want to take your temperature. Rectally,” she said.I was stunned. I didn’t expect this to happen and yet there was a certain amount of desire along with the hesitation. But, could I just comply with her request? Stacy had turned toward the nightstand and was putting on the exam gloves. This gave me a chance to stand up.“Look, I know how excited you are to have your own thermometers, and how you want to use them. I’ve been right where you are and that’s just the point. You do this in secret, you don’t share it. It’s just what you do in your private time,” I explained.Stacy looked so disappointed, standing there in her cure and sexy attire, but with her exam gloves on — and the thermometers and supplies on the nightstand. I have to admit that it was having a certain effect on me but I felt that not succumbing was the right thing to do. I stood there and watched her use the alcohol wipe along the length of the thermometer and I noted that it was marked similarly to the oral thermometer but I also got a glimpse of another side of it where it was marked B-D RECTAL and, of course, not the elongated bulb of the oral thermometer but the classic pear-shaped bulb that clearly identified this thermometer as a rectal thermometer!
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