I'd like to share an experience that's recently happened. After a conversation with my wife, I decided to get a vasectomy. We have three kids and couldn't afford another, and a vasectomy is much less hassle that her being sterilised.

Anyhow, I spoke to my doctor who walked me through the procedure. She then made me an appointment for pre-op 'counselling'. She told me that, because of my age (apparently I'm young for a vasectomy) they usually like to play devil's advocate to make sure I understand the permanence of the procedure.

Fast forward to yesterday, which is when I had my counselling session. I was called through from the waiting room and shown into a consultation room by a nurse. I'd say she was in her late forties, blonde, with a good figure, though I wouldn't say she had a stunning face. She was wearing blue scrubs and bright pink clogs.

She sat my down and introduced herself as Michelle. She was going to be the theatre nurse during my operation. She was there to discuss the procedure and all it entailed.

She picked up her glasses and placed them on...this was the first time I actually thought "yes, you're sexy" in an older woman/sexy secretary kind of way...asked me some basic health and lifestyle questions: are you married? Do you smoke? etc. When she leaned forward to write the front of her top sagged open and I could see her cleavage as well as a section of her bra - it was pink and smooth.

She then pushed a leaflet and a diagram of the male genital region across the desk at me and ask me to pay attention. She described the process of ejaculation. Sat there listening to this attractive woman using words like "orgasm", "semen" and "erection" was quite a turn on. Then she said "...and finally the semen travels down the shaft until it is ejaculated from the tip of your cock".

I raised my eyebrows and stared at her. "I'm sorry to sound coarse" she giggled, briefly placing her hand over mine on the desk. "I sometimes prefer to use language that patients are familiar with, just so we fully understand each other". I mumbled something along the lines of 'that's fine' and she continued.

The conversation went on for a good five or six minutes, during which she informed me that immediately post-op it would be completely safe to "have intercourse, both vaginal, oral and anal" and "wanking is also fine, though there probably will be some bruising as the tissue in the genital region is very sensitive".

I wasn't sporting a raging hard-on at this point, but the language she was using was certainly having an effect.

She then asked me "do you wank often?". I didn't know how to answer that question.

"How often is often?" I responded.

"Well," she said, "you need to come back for a check up 16 weeks after your op to check it's been a success. Now the problem is, your tubes are pretty much full of come, so you need to make sure that you expel any remaining seamen before you return."

"Ok," I muttered. "So..."

"So you need to ejaculate at least three times a week for sixteen weeks". She motioned masturbation. "Obviously your wife can help...I'm sure that won't be a problem." She giggled and jotted something down on the paper in front of her, giving me another brief flash of her chest flesh.

"Right." She started. "Time got your examination. Take your jeans and underwear down to below your knees and pop yourself up onto the bed."

I felt my face flush. "Examination?" I stammered. "I thought this was just counselling?"

"Yes, silly. But as I explained, the procedure does carry risks and you need to be certain of what to look out for which is why we examine you and talk you through some of the signs".

I gulped. "Ok," I managed.

I stood and she drew the curtain in case anybody walked in on us. I dropped my jeans and boxers and out flopped my semi-erect equipment. I swung myself onto the bed and lay back, trying my hardest not to become aroused, which was proving very difficult as I knew soon enough this attractive nurse would be cradling my balls in both hands.

"Right, let's see what we've got," she breathed. She pushed past the curtain and stared down at my naked lower half. "I'm sorry if my hands are cold," she said and giggled again. "Might be a nice sensation for you anyway," she laughed again.

She cupped my balls and her hands were indeed cool. She massages them slightly, tickiling her fingertips around my sac not obviously searching for anything in particular.

"I'm just apologising in advance," I said, "you know, in case I get an erection!"

"Oh don't be silly!" She scoffed. "It happens all the time! A young impressionable man being fondled by an older woman in a nurses uniform!"

I could feel myself becoming thicker, more prominent.

"That makes me feel better" I said, relaxing somewhat.

"What does? Knowing that people often get aroused or the fact an older woman is fondling your balls?" She laughed again, a breathy laugh, almost hoarse. My cock began to swell.

She eventually found one of the tubes leading from my testicles and pinched it. It was quite uncomfortable. "These spaghetti-like tubes will need to be checked after your op," she said "for little lumps. We call them 'granulomas' and they're usually harmless, but they need to be checked anyway".

She's stopped pinching now and had rested her hand on my sac, cupping my balls. "Is there anything you want to ask or need to know?" She asked, hand still in place.

"You mentioned shaving before the op?" I offered.

"Ah yes!" She said. "Here," she brushed her free hand, palm-down slowly across the pubic hair above my stiffening penis "all of this hair can stay - though I must say, you're very well groomed." She looked at me and smiled. Her lips looked delicious.

"Here, underneath," she picked up my penis from above in her fingertips, placed all five on the shaft, just like those claw-machines in the arcades, and held my cock straight up to attention. She then drew an line with her free hand directly below my stiff cock, "everything needs to go. All off."

My dick was screaming. Fully erect now, begging to be tugged and played with.

She then gripped my cock in the palm of her hand and stooped in close to my sac. She brushed her free hand back and forth over my balls, still gently holding my shaft. "Looks like you're ok though...as I said: well groomed. Do you shave or wax?" She said conversationally.

"I...erm...I shave." I managed. Trying my hardest to concentrate on the question and not the fact she was holding my rock hard cock.

"I always wax. It is painful, but it leaves a much better feel than shaving. I get it all taken off once a month. You should try it".

I was desperate for her to touch the tip of my penis...a quick stroke, to glide her fingertips over the bulbous head, and she knew it. My torture was pleasing her greatly though. She was smiling away, her gaze flicking between my face and my crotch.

"Anything you need to know?" She asked, an amused look passing over her face, my cock still firmly rooted in her left hand.

I thought a long moment, but couldn't think clearly enough to say anything of value. Thinking back now I should have asked her to demonstrate some techniques for alleviating my tubes of excess semen, though I'd have probably lasted less than a few strokes.

"I don't think so." I murmured.

"Ok" she said chirpily. Pull up your clothes and we'll set a date for your op. She turned away from the treatment table slowly, casually stroking her fingertips up the shaft of my cock, up and over the fat head of my penis. It felt tremendous...like electricity firing through my cock.

I lay still for a few moments. Composing myself. Dick still harder than a piece of iron. Then I pulled up my trousers and met her at the desk.

She booked my appointment and said she was really looking forward to seeing me again. I reciprocated and said "thank you".

"The pleasure was mine" she replied with a grin.

I left and made it to where I'd parked. I immediately whipped my cock out and wanked furiously to an almost instantaneous orgasm. I cleaned up with some tissues I had in the car.

When I got home, my wife asked how the appointment went. I told her "it was fine. I'm booked in for my op in April."

Can't wait to see that nurse again!