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Last week I had a colonoscopy done at a local hospital that required anaesthesia. It was about the sixth time I've had something done in that hospital over the last couple of years, so I'm pretty familiar with the routine. The prep room in the colonoscopy area is about 24' x 30'. There are two partitioned 6' x 8' deep patient areas across the aisle from each other where the beds face out. The narrow areas beside the bed are filled with tables on rollers for equipment and such, so it is easier to use the space at the foot of the bed for sitting. A 4' wide inadequate curtain doesn't quite cover the opening facing the aisle. The procedure requires being naked under a hospital gown with one tie at the neck that leaves your backside exposed. The cubicles may have a privacy curtain, but the reality is that there is no privacy.

The staff folks, nurses aides and such, are always walking in and out. They never close the curtains. The first time I had to deal with the self important busy-busy staff, I objected to their lack of courtesy. The response is that they see a dozen naked people every day in the course of their jobs, so get over it. I pointed out that many non medical folks wander the hallways, like janitors and food delivery people. Ultimately, I quit caring.

Last week, as I sat in the waiting area, an attractive mid forties woman took a seat directly across from me. We were the only people in the waiting area. She was more pleasant and friendly looking than beautiful. It was a very warm day and the lady was dressed for the weather. She was wearing a sleeveless yellow sun dress that was held up by elastic above her bust. It could have served as a beach cover-up. From below the bust, the dress flared out. The hem was several inches above her knee. When she sat down, the hem was only a few inches below her crotch. Without even trying, I could see that she was wearing pantyhose. A tan diamond shape crotch panel was clearly visible from my vantage point 8' away.

In truth, the dress she was wearing was better suited for younger women. While attractive, the lady's waist was a touch thick and her fairly large bust was testing the strength of the built-in support. Overall though, she was a pleasant addition to the waiting room. When she turned to reach a magazine on a side table, her knees spread wide for a few seconds. She then looked right at me, saw me looking and smiled. She knew I could see up her dress but didn't seem to mind. We commented on the weather and how much we disliked the colonoscopy prep procedure. We had a quick temporary bond as fellow victims of the medical world.

I got called into the prep room and got into my gown. At about the time that my temp had been taken and blood pressure checked, the woman from the waiting room was ushered into the prep room across the aisle from me. I was sitting on the end of my bed, just waiting to be moved to the treatment room. Across the aisle, one of the staffers laid a gown and slippers on the bed. The woman pulled the curtain across the opening to undress.

Just as the lady was pulling her dress over her head, the staffer pulled the curtain aside. She hung a big plastic bag on a wall hook for storing clothes and personal items. She explained to the lady that she needed to write her name on a label to stick onto the bag. She gave the lady a marker and held out a clip board to write on. All this with the curtain wide open and the lady in her pantyhose, her ample breasts exposed, with people walking by.

The staffer left and, of course, did not pull the curtain closed. The lady sat on the end of the bed and started pulling her pantyhose down. Wow! No panties. When she got the waistband below her butt, she laid back onto the bed and pulled her knees up near her breasts. I almost had a heart attack. From where I was sitting to the end of her bed was maybe 12'. I was staring at her fertile crescent, from her purple-ish anus to her closely trimmed pubic hair. The lady was an "outie". Her labia minora and hood were very prominent. Her folded up position caused her tummy bulge to wrinkle, but I had an unimpeded view of her brown, purple and pink bits. It only took ten seconds to get her pantyhose over her feet, but it was as if time stood still.

As I was staring at the lady, a nurse stuck her head into my area to tell me that I was about ten minutes away from being rolled into the treatment room. She noticed me staring and looked across the aisle. She told me to put my eyes back in my head. I was surprised that she didn't pull the lady's curtain closed in a sisterly gesture, but she didn't. The lady stood up to put on her gown and slippers. For a moment, the naked lady was facing me. Except for her little tummy bulge and what looked like child birth stretch marks, she had a very nice body. It was not quite the ideal "hourglass", but it was a very pleasant view. The staffer returned and did the lady's temp and blood pressure chores.

Now gowned, the lady saw me looking at her. Or perhaps she already knew and decided to acknowledge the situation. She walked over and complained about the rude staff people. She commented to a fellow victim that "these damn gowns are useless, we're completely exposed to everyone". I told her that, depending on who was wearing them, sometimes it was nice. Smile. She walked away. Her back side was indeed completely exposed. When she returned to her room, she sat on the end of her bed facing me. She saw me looking. She waved, shrugged and grinned. We smiled at each other and I gave her a thumbs up. She giggled.

When I was rolled to my treatment area, we passed right past the lady's cubicle. She wished me luck. I thanked her and said that it was a genuine pleasure seeing her. She actually laughed and said she hoped that I enjoyed it. We grinned at each other as I was rolled away.

Looking back, I know that I was being a voyeur, but was she being an exhibitionist? Probanbly. While sitting in the waiting room, she had to know how short her skirt was. She knew that I was looking and just smiled at me. And in her prep room, she made the symbolic effort to close her curtain, but the inconsiderate staffer pulled it open without regard to her state of undress. However, once it was opened, she didn't bother to close it again. She was in control. It was she who walked over to me and engaged me in a brief conversation. After pointing out that our backsides were exposed, she walked away knowing that I was watching. From the time she saw me looking up her dress in the waiting room, I think that it became a little game. The fact that our prep rooms faced each other made it possible.

My experience in hospitals is that many of the staffers don't care about the dignity of the patients. A walk down a hospital ward hallway often reveals more than I want to see. However, in this instance I hit the jackpot. Hopefully, the lady had a little fun as well.