I read a lot of these stories and like a lot of you think “yeah right,” I used to read Penthouse Forum as a teen too. So I promised that when I posted here that the stories would be true. That is my pledge.
Back in the mid-1980s I was a graduate student at a large mid-western university. And I mean huge with a student population close to 20x the size of my undergrad school. After a year there, the Army yanked me out for training. When I finished the training I returned to school but had to find a new living situation. I ended up getting a townhouse north of town with an accountant named S. Stories of his escapades could fill a book.
The complex was full of beautiful ladies in their 20s but I was too shy and socially awkward to get beyond saying hello to them. One day I saw a new neighbor with tags my home state, so I tool it as an opportunity to say hello. It turned out she had gone to school 45 minutes from my hometown and had just moved to my current city to start her career as a physical therapist. Her name was J. She stood about 5.4, muscular build,.smaller breasts,.and short hair (these last two will get me every time).
A couple of months after she had moved in I had developed extremely sharp pain in my lower back, right above my ass, and could not sit or walk without intense pain. I had to work the next morning in a job that would require me to sit for hours, and I really needed the money as a poor graduate student. So I called J and asked if she could help and said sure, come on over.
I gingerly made my way across the parking lot and up the stairs to her apartment. She let me on and asked my the symptoms.
I told her and she said “you are going to take your lower clothes off.”
I looked at her and replied, “I don’t take my clothes off for anybody I don’t know.”
She looked at me and said, “Do you want to be pain free or not?”
I sheepishly nodded and she proceeded to give me a 30 minute ice massage that took the pain away.
This made us friends and I told her I wanted to make her dinner in return (albeit from my very limited cooking repoirtoire ).
I made the dinner for her at her place the next weekend, and afterwards we sat down on her couch to watch some TV. I reached out behind her neck as we talked and gently, innocently ran my fingers through her short hair. She steadily moved closer and I kissed her cheek. She turned towards me and we started kissing gently.
As the passion built up, I awkwardly moved my hands in the direction of her breasts waiting for a signal if I should move on. I did not have to wait long as she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her breast.
As I cupped it she reached down and started rubbing my cock. As it got even harder, she undid my pants and pulled out my cock. She popped down in front of me and took it in her mouth. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.
After a few minutes she said we should go to her bed. We got there and undressed each other. She lay on the bed and I explored her body from head to toe. I entered her condomless (as I was not expecting this) and pumped her.
I told her I was about to cum and she said “cum inside me.”
I did and then pulled out, and started to cuddle with her. She resisted and said “you are not done yet.”
I looked at her and said, “what do you mean?”
“I want you to eat your cum from my pussy.”
Frozen, I looked at her like a deer in the headlights, thinking ‘WTF?’, but all that came out if my mouth (pun unintended ) was “huh, say what?”
“I said “I want you to eat your cum from my pussy. Listen, I am not like most women. I love wild sex.”
So who was I too argue? I went down on her and complied. We then kissed intensely before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning I started my walk of shame home. Just as I passed her downstairs neighbor K’s door, a neighbor I had always been in list with, K came out and looked at me with one of those looks that a mother would give when she would find your porn stash.
J and I continued our FWB relationship for the next few months until her work friends set her up with a guy that had a real job. It was a sad ending for me, bit I knew our relationship would not last as I would be moving back East sooner than later.
I found her on Facebook a few months ago and saw she had married some other guy and had three grown kids. But memories of her were still there.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cwkuca/getting_to_know_my_fysical_therapist_neighbor
I wonder if physical therapists in general are freakier than normal.