Visit yo the therapist
16/01/2008Visit to the therapist.
I often go to my local pub to enjoy a pint or two and chat with the group that frequent it. It is a mixed group. Some chaps bring their wives or girlfriends. Others join just for a chat and then leave.
One evening, a woman was introduced by someone and joined in the light conversations. She was attractive, blonde, slim with a very good figure, in her thirties I...THE STORY CONTINUES BELOW....
...guessed.
I was introduced to her and got into a conversation. It was the usual form, Where do you live? what do you do? etc; It turned that she lived locally and was married to business man who worked in London every day. Our eye contact seemed to indicate some sort of chemistry, but I was not sure to interpret it that way. But then, there was her body language. Propped up against a bar stool, legs apart and directed straight at me. I did not go down that road.
In reply to my question, she informed me that she was an osteopath, seeing to people’s aches and pains etc; She had a treatment room in her house especially equipped and it earned her some extra money.
I was being flippant when I mentioned my aching knee to her. But she replied quickly. Saying that I should make an appointment to see her and gave me her telephone number.
I turned to speak to someone else and when I turned back, she was gone.
The next day I ‘phoned her and made an appointment for the next day and took her address.
I had a shower before I left and splashed on some body lotion, I did not want to be smelling of BO.
I found the house, tucked in a corner of a large plot. It was a large with neat gardens and looked expensive. I parked and rang the bell at a large oak door.
She opened the door to me, dressed in a pair of loose white slacks and a shirt over the top. She looked stunning and appeared to have made an effort with her make-up.
I tried to make a comparison with what she looked like when I met her in the pub.
She invited me in and as I passed her through the door I could smell her perfumed body. She ushered through the house to a back room, opened the door and invited me to enter. It was a small room, restfully coloured and obviously equipped for her part-time work. There was a treatment table in the centre, the type one’s sees in hospitals that are adjustable for height. It was covered in a fitted sheet and a small pillow at one end. There were lamps and other gadgets around. There were shelves with bottles and jars of what looked like creams and oils in them. Through the window was a view of a well manicured garden.
She asked me to make myself comfortable and strip-off if I wished saying she would be back in a moment and left the room closing the door.
What she meant by stripping-off I did not know but obviously wanted to examine my fake knee ache, so I decided to strip completely. I did not want to be standing there fully naked when she returned in case she took offence at the sight of me, so I laid on the table and from a pile of towels, took one and put it across my loins, covering my limp penis that lay between my legs.
The door opened and she entered the room. She had changed and was wearing what I would call a white doctor’s coat, looking very professional. I was glad that I was not standing there naked when she arrived. But I did notice that the coat was shorter than I expected and the top button was not fastened.
She asked me a few questions about the knee and proceeded to examine it. She leaned over me, put one hand under the knee and lifted it up so that my leg was bent. In doing so, her arm was resting in my groin and I could feel it on my penis which started to inflate. Her other hand was around the ankle bending the leg back and forth.
But as she did so her arm was bearing down on my penis which was enjoying a gentle massage. I got the impression that she was not taking my knee seriously but was there for the same purpose as myself. Needless to say, my penis started to rise to the occasion. Whilst she was doing this, and with the top button of her coat unfastened, I could see well down the front of her. I could see her breasts and to my amazement realised that she was not wearing a bra. In fact I could see a lot more. She was naked under that coat!!
The table was narrow and I had had no where to put my arms, so they hung down. Her position at the table was such that she was against my arm which was positioned between her legs. As she moved my leg back forth some more with her arm in my groin, the towel became dislodged and fell to the floor revealing a now semi erect penis. She looked at me, smiled and deliberately brushed my penis with her arm. I took it as a ‘green light’ and moved my hand up the inside of her bare leg. She pressed forward onto my hand and I moved it to unfastened the two remaining buttons of the coat which fell open revealing her nakedness. I returned my hand to her leg and travelled up to find a swollen and moist vagina. She abandoned my knee and now had my penis in her hand. She bent over me and planted her lips on mine, her tongue searching my mouth, massaging the penis at the same time. By then, my fingers had found her clitoris which had come out to meet them. We continued like this for sometime, getting more aroused by the minute. I moved to get disentangled and got off the table. She threw off her coat and leaned against the table, legs apart, looking at me as she had done so in the pub that night. She had a sensuous look on her face with her lips slightly parted. She said ‘ You are going to f**k me, aren’t you?’ I answered her. ‘Would you like me to?’ ‘I thought that is the reason we are both here’ she replied. ‘When I met you in the pub, I knew then that I wanted you to f**k me’ I had had the same thought.
AI moved forward to be between her legs. I put her arms around my neck and then with my penis in my hand guided it towards the now wet lips of her vagina. I teased them open with little movements and with small thrusts gently entered her, not fully, as I was going to leave that to her. She responded with a thrust towards me. We were fully engaged with our pubes clashing.
The tempo rose as we quickened the pace amidst moans and sighs. I could feel the volcano beginning to erupt. Her pace quickened and her moans louder as she approached orgasm. The volcano erupted as she clenched my penis which was deep inside her. She cried out and my body jerked as I spilled my fluid into her.
We stayed there for a while, continuing to massage each other.
She suggested that we shower together, which we did.
I left, wondering whether I should make another appointment!
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