Sarah and the therapist [f/M]

It seems to Sarah that the waiting room of the therapists office was designed by somebody with too much time to think about where everything should be. Each book, picture, and chair was in a spot that seemed just right. It annoyed her. Everything annoys her. Not in an angry way, more like a long sigh kind of annoyance.

The door to the office opens, and a man in his mid-30s with a day of stubble pokes his head out and waves her in. Sarah hadn't seen a therapist before, but she's struggling with college, with being on the brink of starting a career, and with confidence. A therapist seemed like the right option at the time, despite the cost cutting into her already meagre budget.

Sizing up the therapist, she sees a man takes care of himself. He stands straight, Sarah can feel his presence, but it isn't intimidating.

"I'm Dr. Andrews, but please, call me Francis. This is an open room, and I hope you don't mind me calling you Sarah." It wasn't a question, despite his phrasing.

"Please, sit", Francis says motioning to the brown leather love seat opposite a fairly standard industrial office chair. The leather is cool on Sarah's legs as she's worn shorts. "What's brought you in today?"

She smiles meekly, unsure of what to say. "Well, I… I guess I'm in sort of a panic about what happens next in life. School is ending soon. And…", she trails off.

"Sure, let's talk more about that", Francis says warmly. "What are you taking? What do you think about when you day dream about life after college?"

Sarah hadn't really ever day dreamed about life after college in that way. She'd always thought about friends, vacations, and adventures, not what career she wanted. "Physics, but I can't do much with that unless I have grad school, and I didn't apply…", and she trails off again, avoiding his gaze.

Her eyes jerk back to him when she feel his hand on her bare knee. It isn't sexual, per se, but the touch sent a little electricity through her. She was certain there was a no touch policy with a therapist, wasn't there?

"I use slightly different from other therapists, but I get results. Why don't you lay on the couch and close your eyes? We're going to try some visualizations and sensory therapy. It'll help you think more clearly." And with that, Sarah lays back. Her long dark brown hair hanging over the edge of the cushioned arms.

"Tell me, what do you see when you think about success?"

"Swimming with sea turtles" Sarah says almost immediately.

"And what do you feel right now?", Francis asks as the tips of his fingers caress the small amount of skin exposed between the waist of her shorts and her shirt that has pulled up a bit.

Sarah tenses at the touch. "I feel your hands on my stomach?"

"Good, now stay focused on that." Francis says while his fingers edge up a little higher, drawing abstract designs. The pressure just enough to avoid tickling. "What do you see when you think about turtles?" Now his fingers are dancing just below her breasts.

"Should you be doing that? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this." Sarah says, unsure of herself.

"Trust me, it'll help to bring you clarity." Sarah feels something graze her skin below her navel. She steals a peek. He's kissed her. She's shocked. His lips are soft, and they're working their way lower. "Focus, Sarah.", Francis demands.

Sarah's palms are starting to sweat. She's nervous. This isn't what she's seen in movies or read about when it comes to therapy. "Water. I see water. Deep water."

"And what do you feel now?" Francis has undone the button on her shorts and is shifting them down slowly.

"Uhm, you're… you're undressing me." Sarah reaches down to stop Francis, but he catches her hands. Their eyes meet, he stares at her with a confident, forceful look. Sarah relents.

"You need to embrace what's happening, Sarah." Francis has her shorts down just below her ass now, and her boy cut panties have moved down with them. Francis kisses just above her neatly trimmed pussy. "Thinking about the water, how does it make you feel?"

Sarah swallows deeply. She's distracted. She's conflicted. She's concerned about what's happening. "Wet." she manages to murmur just as Francis' tongue slips along her swollen clit. Sarah gasps and feels her nervousness heighten as Francis begins to slowly circle her clit with purposeful, pointed laps of his tongue.

"What do you feel now?" And Francis pushes two fingers into her pussy as he licks her clit directly. Long, thick licks that send a rush of excitement through her.

"I, uh, your fingers. Inside me. Your tongue, uh, uhm, on my clit." She practically pants as Francis increases the speed of his licking and his fingers curl to stroke the gspot more directly.

Sarah arches her back, "Yeah, mmmmph, ya. Don't stop" she demands. Francis begins to lick furiously, his face buried in her pussy. Her legs tense, she grabs his head to hold it there, "Keep going." She pleads and then the shudder comes. An orgasm washes over her.

"Eyes closed still." Francis demands. "How do you feel?"

"Relaxed. Yeah. Exposed. Relaxed."

Sarah hears rustling around the room, then she feels a very distinct shape rest on her lips. She doesn't move them. "Open your mouth ever so slightly" Francis says in almost a whisper. Tentatively, Sarah opens her lips and she feels Francis' cock push into her mouth.

She can't stop herself. She starts to bob her head slowly, circling the tip of his cock with her tongue. His hands run through her hair, pulling it fairly roughly. "Now do it like you mean it. Like this matters in your life."

She wraps a hand around the base of his cock and increases the speed of her bobbing. Her other hands rolls his balls around in her palm. She moans over his cock, "Cum for me. Cum!"

Francis starts thrusting into her mouth, and practically growls, "I'm going to cum" and with that, Sarah feels the warmth of his cum coat the back of her throat.

"Next week, we'll have a more thorough session" Francis says as they both straighten your clothing.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3k9od0/sarah_and_the_therapist_fm