LizJones
I've had this same fantasy for many, many years. When I was a young adult, I dated a girl brought up with a rectal temperature only policy and that's all she had at home. When I arrived, she told me she felt sick and requested I take her temperature. I agreed only to find out a few minutes later what I'd really be doing. It was uncomfortable to think about when she first asked, but I remembered how much I enjoyed the experience as a child. Mom kept it up at home until we each reached the age of pubescence. I took her temperature in her tushy and we learned it was over 103 degrees. I gave her aspirin to bring down the fever and after several hours, I took her temp, once again rectally, but it had only gone down 0.3 degrees. Her doctor prescribed some medicine which I picked up. He's also instructed her to check her temperature every two hours, which we did. Let's just say I was warming to the idea. I loved taking care of her and was thrilled with using the rectal thermometer...over and over. I think this experience reawakened a old thrill from my childhood.
Later that night she started to worry about the fever that wasn't coming down. She recalled that her mother (a nurse) sometimes checked her heartbeat when she was sick, claiming she learned more that way than just taking her temperature. She went to get her stethoscope, an old one of her moms' she had kept as a remembrance. She explained what she wanted and before I knew it, I had the stethoscope over her heart counting the apical pulse and my other hand hovering by the thermometer. I counted the pulse for a minute, then stopped. Minutes later, I removed the thermometer. The experience was really nice and exciting for me...although I didn't fully recognize it at the time, as I was focused on taking care of her. I have been a cardiophile all my life and this seemed right. Finally she began feeling better and I went home the next day. Later, I realized how excited and pleased I was. The sound of her heart through the stethoscope stayed in my ears and brain. For the rest of the week I heard only that and kept feeling my fingers around for the thermometer and the feel of her soft behind. Time passed and it left my mind, albeit with a tender memory.
Over the years, especially as a heart and stethoscope lover, the memory would come back with a smile and a yearning. When I read your fantasy description, I was captured and now I'm very interested. I'd love to chat with you and you can reach me at bobb559@hotmail.com and we can begin with that and think of possibly more
Bobb in Illinois