She arrives at the agreed time well after my regular appointments. Everyone else has left. I greet her with my usual professional courtesy but the truth is I’m delighted to see her again and I doubt I’m hiding it very well. I flatter myself but her response seems similar.
She is wearing a cheap grey pantsuit with an apple green blouse and black work sneakers. She’s come straight from her office.
Her ginger hair is cut into a neat pageboy style framing her broad pale face with a spray of freckles spread across her nose and cheeks. She doesn’t wear makeup. Her watery green eyes look out through glasses with thick black frames. She is tall and well built. Not fat but generously proportioned.
We make professional small talk as we go through the waiting room to my office. This is part of the game. Who will give in first and progress to the next stage?
It’s me. I suggest she undress and get on the exam chair. She gives a small smile I roll my eyes admitting defeat.
I’ve seen her undress many times but I still want to stare. I try to hide my interest but based on her amused expression I do a bad job of it.
Under the blouse she wears a plain white bra. Her breasts are small for her build, conical and wide spaced with delicate looking nipples that stiffen visibly in the chill of the air conditioning. The freckles extend down her chest and breasts.
She lowers her grey polyester slacks and it’s my turn to stifle a laugh. Wonder woman underwear. They seem totally out of character. She looks embarrassed.
“Laundry day.” She says defensively, “They were a gift.”
I realise she had genuinely forgotten she was wearing them. She’s become so relaxed in our kinky games. I feel an unexpected surge of affection along with my growing lust as she pulls her underwear down over her muscled thighs. The hair between her legs is pale ginger sparsely distributed over the prominent mound of her sex.
Naked she gets into the exam chair. We go through the usual ritual of me explaining how to sit and adjusting the chair, spreading her legs wide, making sure she is comfortable. She teases me a little asking if she’s in the right position, can I see everything I need to?
Yes, oh my god, yes..but I maintain my calm facade. Maybe my hands shake a little when I touch her warm bare legs adjusting her in the stirrups.
With her in that position and me standing in front of her I ask a few general health and lifestyle questions noting the answers on a clipboard.
I ask her if she wants me to wear gloves for the exam. Honestly I would prefer bare hands but gloves are a thing for her and the quiver in her voice as she asks me to wear gloves is worth it.
I pull the gloves on with a snap. She actually licks her lips. I don’t get it but I really like the effect that the gloves have on her.
I handle her small pointed breasts lifting and caressing, running my gloved fingertips around her pale nipples. I rub moisturising cream into her. There’s no pretence that this is medical despite the setting. I adore the feel of her warm body in my hands and the way she shifts in the chair as I toy with her taut nipples.
I hardly need to mention that I am desperately erect myself at this stage do i?
I ask if she ready to progress to the next stage. Again this is a contest of sorts. She says she is if I feel she is ready. Her smile is challenging.
Again I give in first but as I start to apply lubricant to her genitals I feel pretty confident I have the upper hand. I gently spread and close her labia, stretching her folds with delicate pressure smearing the lube over the pale flesh around her clit. I adore the little jumpy contractions of the muscles in her inner thighs. I stroke her there with a tickling touch. She shudders.
I take out the vibrator. It’s actually a common sex toy. A popular model but we both act like it’s some special medical device. I explain how it works, where I will apply it and how it will feel. I use neutral clinical language. Maybe my voice trembles a little. Her glossy cream smeared breasts heave gently as her breathing deepens.
I apply the vibrator to her thighs and move slowly inwards making her squirm and pant. It’s hard to say which of us is more turned on by this. I can see her hands gripping the chairs padding. There is a wet patch in my underwear from pre cum.
She gives in this time. The vibrator brushes her clit as she suggests we should progress to the next stage. Her voice shakes breathily.
This part will be more of a challenge for me and I see the gleam of anticipation in her watery eyes.
My gloved hands are slippery with lube. I move alongside her so she can unzip me, ease my erection out and slide the condom on.
I groan as she touches me there. I hear the amusement in her voice as she asks if I’m ready to proceed. Honestly I need a moment.
I can tell that she loves that I have to walk around the room and not look at her for a moment. A few moments.
Back under control I stand between her spread legs. She bites her lip and looks down her body at me watching as I ease my erection inside her.
Then I stand very still. Very still. The warm slick muscles of her vagina squeeze at me. That’s cheating. She looks embarrassed when I accuse her and says she’s not doing it on purpose.
That’s so much worse for me. Somehow I control myself and pick up my clipboard.
More questions while I stand there fighting the urge to thrust against her as her body clean clenches on me.
I ask about her masturbatory habits.
She has masturbated seven times since our last meeting ten days ago. Not to orgasm of course. Just to the edge. Once watching porn in her apartment, five times in her bed to help her sleep and once in the bathroom at her office.
That last one almost makes me lose control. She tells me how she undressed fully in the cubicle so her clothes wouldn’t smell of sweat and sex when she returned to her desk.
That detail makes me frantic. I ask her to stop talking for a moment. I close my eyes and think about anything else. When I open my eyes I see she has her hand in her mouth to stop herself laughing.
That makes me laugh too and it helps my control. Even so I think we both know who won this session.
I step back and pull myself out of her stiff and unrelieved. She raises an eyebrow seemingly impressed. Determined to win back some ground I ask her if she wants me to use the vibrator again. She hesitates then says she couldn’t take it right at the moment. That makes me feel a lot better.
She gets out of the chair. She moves little stiffly. There is an awkward wait while we both calm down a little and she gets dressed.
“We’re both crazy aren’t we?” She says. I agree. We both smile.
We arrange the next appointment for two weeks. She pauses.
“Shall we both lose next time?” She asks.
I agree very very quickly which makes her laugh. Then I suggest an earlier appointment.
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