Red wine, chocolate and a massage
Doctor Love's Practice is a convenient part of Jennifer's unattached lifestyle. In her first story, her glamourous and exciting executive role in cosmetics left little time or interest in personal relationships. Jennifer experienced just how wicked Maddisyn's massages could be in her following story. She has another appointment with the charming Doctor Love and Maddisyn after discovered another intimate service the Practice provides for their Guests.
I was excited when I discovered an exclusive boutique medical centre for women. The Practice was conveniently on the other side of the large park opposite my apartment. I've been excited ever since, being a Guest of the charming Doctor Love. I felt the lovely stirrings of arousal as I placed some lingerie into my backpack and prepared for the walk to the Practice. I smiled in anticipation of today's treatment as the moistness formed.
It's exciting working in the glamorous world of beauty and fashion. As an executive manager for Desire Cosmetics, I get to travel the world and meet so many fascinating people. I've worked hard at what I've achieved, commencing as a model and working in sales before becoming head of their national sales and marketing team. Life can be hectic and so much of my lifestyle is built around convenience. That's why the Practice had instant appeal.
I can't be bothered with a partner and my last was several years ago. I wasn't prepared for the commitment and potential baggage. It's just wasn't convenient. The lack of intimacy and sexual pleasure of a lover has been frustrating and self-pleasure just wasn't doing it for me anymore. One-night stands weren't the answer either. Besides, a reputation as horny and desperate woman wasn't part of my professional image, I'd work so hard for.
There's been plenty of opportunities, even at the wrong side of 40. I've often wanted to hook-up with a handsome business associate or muscular eye candy at the gym. Both were obviously too close to home. I'm fluent in turning down dates, they're such a regular occurrence. It's flattering and I have been tempted but Doctor Love soon solved that little dilemma.
I could still be modelling and able to wear anything close-fitting. My full and firm breasts still look great in a low neckline and my ass has always been my best feature. Isn't free cosmetics every pretty woman's dream? It helps if you're attractive in my line of work.
I'd arranged to work from home this afternoon. The apartment is only a leisurely walk to the office in the city. It's close to Queens Parade with its many coffee shops, popular restaurants and boutique shopping. There's a lovely large park opposite for a run and the 24-hour gym is on the ground floor of the apartments. Keeping fit and healthy is my other passion.
We recently launched a new perfume called 'Wicked' in the North American market and I spent a week in the States. It was very successful and the sales have been well above forecast. I'd worked most of the afternoon finalising a presentation for the Board of Desire Cosmetics.
Even the success of the launch and promising outlook for the local market couldn't keep an appointment at the Practice from entertaining my mind. Our new perfume wasn't the only wicked thing I was excited about.
I decided there weren't any urgent emails needing attention. Putting on a hooded training jacket over a sports top, I grabbed my backpack and left the apartment. I gave a wave to a couple of my gym buddies and crossed the road and headed for the Practice. The Winter Sun was low on the horizon and I zipped up the jacket feeling the late afternoon chill beginning to bit.
The park is lovely and provides million-dollar views the area is renowned for. An evening run along the trails that meander through large trees and sweeping lawns helps me unwind after a busy day. The five-kilometre course around the park is popular with runners and walkers. I joined the outside trail and built to a brisk walking pace towards Park Crescent that ran around the other side of the park.
I realised my sexual frustration was affecting me personally and professionally and decided to get some help. That's how I found Doctor Love's Practice. I met Maddisyn who manages the Practice. I was surprised how elegantly she was dressed and how luxurious the facilities were. I soon realised it was that sort of place.
Maddisyn was so friendly and helpful and provided me with a tour. The historic building is beautifully restored and converted to a medical centre for women. The facilities and service were so impressive, I registered as a Guest and commenced counselling with Doctor Love six months ago.
The trail swept around where the roads met to run along Park Crescent and I noticed a couple young guys running towards me. They were obviously checking me out. I held their gaze and smiled, maybe a little too teasingly as they passed. I couldn't resist looking over my shoulder and softly laughed seeing them almost falling over themselves as they ogled me from behind. My long and toned runner's legs do look great in skin-tight leggings, clearly displayed the sexy cheek-roll of my backside. I said my ass is my best feature.
I gazed at the old terrace homes that stood shoulder to shoulder along Park Crescent but my mind soon drifted to the charming Doctor Love. He's handsome and fit looking for late 50s, tall with salt and pepper hair and warm engaging deep blue eyes that gave him an alluring look.
Doctor Love's counselling was amazing and he's so easy to talk with. I instantly felt comfortable, gazing at his gorgeous smile as we talked. I couldn't help myself, even after the first session lying naked in bed and masturbating myself to sleep with the image of his body over mine. I'd never looked forward to a doctor's appointment so much!
I knew the counselling and doctor fantasies wouldn't satisfy my need. Even sitting opposite Doctor Love, I was overwhelmed with a cocktail of taboo thoughts and frustration. Why did my new doctor have to be so charming and desirable?
Near the end of my third session I discovered an unexpected service the Practice offered. I laugh now at how naïve I was asking what sexual therapy involved. Can you image my mixed emotions hearing his answer?
Doctor Love's words swirled around my mind while searching for a rational explanation. All I could recall was the first three letters! It was outrageous and illegal but his tone was so professional as if nothing was inappropriate. It wasn't just believable; it was what I'd fantasised about and my body was already convinced.
'How could I pass up such a convenient opportunity?' I asked myself, my mind finally casting aside ethical considerations.
I remember sitting at the mirror in his ensuite after my first therapy session, brushing my hair and contemplating everything that had just happened. There was no point sugar-coating it as sexual therapy. I'd just had professional sex with my doctor. Looking at my contented smile and in a state of bliss, I was already planning another appointment. I've been a Guest of the Practice ever since.
I slowed to a gentle walk as the beautifully restored white two-story terrace came into view. The Practice is one of the prettiest amongst its neighbours with most converted to professional suites and consulting rooms. It's discrete and exclusive, hardly a sleazy establishment you associate with intimate services.
I crossed the road and did some stretching against the wrought iron fence. My body was buzzing with a mixture of nerves, excitement and arousal. I gazed over the fence at the beautiful stone work, intricate wrought iron of the veranda with its patterned tiling that led to the large ornate stained-glass door. I moistened my lips at the thought at what Doctor Love and I had planned for today's session.
I rang the doorbell and drew a deep calming breath as I heard high-heels approaching. 'Hello Jennifer, Maddisyn smiled, maybe a little more coyly than usual. How was the walk?'
Sharing her gaze, there wasn't any hint that Doctor Love had spoken to her. 'Great but it's getting cold earlier these afternoons,' I replied taking off my backpack in the entry hall.
'The fire's going. I know how you love it,' she said, taking the backpack and accompanying me into the Sitting Room.
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