This incident occurred a week ago:
At work I wear medical scrubs. We are issued a certain number of these outfits depending on how many shifts we work per week. There is the option to wear them home and launder the scrubs ourselves or else turn them in at the end of the shift to be cleaned elsewhere. Generally, I choose the second option to cut down on the amount of laundry I have to do at home.
In the staff-only area of our facility, there is a hallway consisting of a laundry drop bin at one end and then staff restrooms a bit further down. Included in both the Men's and the Women's restrooms are lockers and a changing area. I wear street clothes going to work and then change into my issued scrubs in the locker/changing area, placing my own clothes in an assigned locker. At the end of my shift, I change back into whatever I wore to work and then throw my used scrubs in the bin at the other end of the L-shaped hallway.
Some days I work with another technician, a year younger than me, named Jeremy. We get along well and on slower days we sometimes joke around and good naturedly tease each other. Never, of course, in the presence of a patient or while we are operating the machinery.
Jeremy also chooses the end of shift scrub drop-off option. Last week our shifts ended at the same time, and we were in the Men's changing area together stripping off our scrubs. We were both standing there in our underwear preparing to dress to go home. We had been kidding around somewhat and Jeremy said, "Nick, I have a dare for you." I responded, "OK, Jeremy, what is the dare?"
He continued, "Both of us stay like this in our underwear and walk down the hallway to the drop-off bin to deposit our used scrubs." I answered, "Geeze, Jeremy, it's a ways down to the bin. If someone sees us out there in our underpants we could get in trouble."
Despite my initial reluctance to do such a thing, my penis began to swell up at the thought of it. I was wearing blue Tommy John boxer-briefs and Jeremy was wearing black Under Amour boxer-briefs. Jeremy looked down at my crotch and said, "Hey, Nick, I think you really want to do it!" With that I reached down and gave my penis a little feel. Yeah, I was up for it!
We both grabbed our respective scrubs, opened the restroom door and fast-walked down the hallway. Now, we are in a staff-only area so no patients would be potentially present. But we certainly could encounter other staff members. Moreover, the bin is at the point in the hallway that is 'L-shaped' so there is that factor, too. And that is exactly what happened as we approached the bin. From the other direction at the point where the hallway diverges, our female receptionist (age about 30 I am guessing) came along accompanied by a somewhat older woman I did not recognize.
As she sees her two male colleagues in just their underpants at the bin, the receptionist calls out, "Looking good, guys." Then she turns to the other woman and says, "Now you can see what I have to work with here."
Jeremy and I quickly throw our scrubs in the bin, turn around and high tail it back to the Men's restroom/lockerroom.
Back in the locker area I am now concerned. I say to Jeremy as we put on our clothes, "We might get in trouble for this if they report us." Jeremy does not seem to care. He laughs as he pulls on his jeans and says. "Oh, they loved it!"
That was a week ago and have not heard anything more about our underpants walk down the hallway. Hopefully I won't let Jeremy talk me into doing anything else questionable...
Caught At Work In My Underpants
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Re: Caught At Work In My Underpants
It would be just like my co-worker Jeremy to try to talk me into something like that. Not sure about him but I really need that job... 

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