Part II:
It had been a week since my last session and I was flush with anticipation for my weekly session with my therapist James. Since our last session, when he teased my thighs and had me lay defenseless in his arms, I thought about his touch almost every night.
The night before our next session I lay on my bed and gently toyed with my nipples, which were hard in anticipation of my nightly fantasy. I thought about how James likely saw my nipples harden as he stroked my body, how he was intent on making me moan to get him to keep touching me. And as much as I hated to admit this, him denying me direct sexual pleasure made me crave his touch more. It made me trust that his gentle caresses of my face and body were innocent, not unlike the comforting touch I'd crave from my dad even to this day. He told me he wanted to teach me how to trust an older man without viewing intimacy in a sexual way, and I believed he meant this.
But as my hands reached down to play with my wet pussy, I knew I'd do whatever it would take to get him to cross that line tomorrow. He might be acting as a therapist but I needed more from him. I craved his touch and closed my eyes while I thought about our session tomorrow. I tried to tease my clit as long as I could, riding the wave of pleasure. I stuck a finger inside myself and quietly gasped James's name. I loved the idea of him picturing me completely naked playing with my young pussy, and teasing myself like he teased me last week. I whimpered his name when I came and licked my fingers to taste my arousal. I've never masturbated as much as I had since last week, and I was ready to see what this week's session would bring. I wondered if he thought of me like his adult daughter who was around my age, and whether he connected how similar in age we were.
Tuesday at 4pm finally came. I walked into his waiting room in a jean skirt and low-cut black tank top, which was not unlike what I'd wear to our sessions before this. The truth is, even before our relationship progressed, I wanted him to think of me as attractive, and wanted to tempt his imagination just a bit. I crossed my legs and tried to seem casual, and flipped through an old magazine on the front table. I thought about how I had whimpered in his arms last week, begging for him to pleasure me, and felt a flush come over my body.
At 4:03, he walked out and greeted me. "Hi, June, come right in." I was instantly, embarrassingly aroused at that point. It was part the anticipation of seeing him and part the conduct I'd been partaking in the past week. I craved this moment and now it was finally here. I stood up and followed him into his office, and could feel my pussy leaking in excitement.
We stared at each other for a minute before either of us talked. He smiled slightly, almost goading me to reveal the heightened state I already found myself in. Even though he couldn't have known what I'd been up to, and how my pussy was throbbing for him across his small office, his smile felt like it saw right through me.
"So last time we explored your feelings about older men, is that right?"
I nodded in assent.
"And how have you been feeling about those men since we last met?"
I struggled to remember what men he was even talking about. Who did I fantasize about before my therapist, the man knew my secrets, who teased my pussy, made me beg for it, and then denied me more. Who knew every button to press but declined to do so, all in the name of our therapeutic relationship.
"Well, those thoughts have subsided, I guess," I answered honestly.
"And have you had any other sexual thoughts? Anything you want to talk about today?"
All I wanted him to do was pin me up against his wall and fuck me. Or to force me onto my knees to service him.
"My sex drive has been higher than normal, but I haven't been thinking about my teachers, and not even my dad anymore."
He knew that taboo was something recurring that I had a lot of shame around, although he always told me it was normal, and more common than I thought.
"Well, a healthy sex drive is normal, particularly in a woman your age. I'm glad our sessions have been helping you decouple your desires with unavailable targets."
I needed his hands on me. It was 4:08 and I knew I only had so much time to feel his hands manipulate my body. I sat quietly and nodded, and played with my long brown hair. I looked down at my mostly exposed legs and back up at James for my next move.
"I think our last session was good for you; would you agree? I know you struggle with trust, and I'd like to continue working on that today. Should we carry on where we left off, June?"
"Sure--happy to try," I tried to reply nonchalantly, as my pussy throbbed and leaked down my leg.
"I've prepared an exercise to help you totally relax here, and concentrate on physical sensations in a nonsexual way. This will require some vulnerability on your part, and we can stop at any time. Just say the word."
I nodded.
"You can stay in your skirt, or if you prefer, you can take it off. Keep your underwear on and approach me when you're ready."
I slid off my denim skirt and without asking took off my tank top as well. I stood in front of him in my black bra and nude polka dot thong.
"Good girl, June. I was hoping you'd make that choice. You look lovely."
My heart pounded. He was inches from my face and he stared into my eyes intently.
"Are you nervous? Don't be. You can trust me."
