Summer loved attention, any kind of attention. She especially loved the attention of older men who could not resist checking out her body. The body she kept thin and toned just to lure those stares from the men who were old enough to be her father. She was twenty-two years old and already had several guys underneath her, and she wanted more. She was good at getting what she wanted.
It was a hot July day. Summer was on her way to an appointment with her therapist who she had just recently began to see earlier last month. It was warm, and the sun beat down on her. She was glad she wore her wrap dress that day. It was thin and soft, and almost nearly see through. Behind her tinted glasses she could see the eyes of several men turn her way as she walked by, but none of them were to her liking. No, the man she wanted was inside in the cool air, and the comfort of his office.
Doctor Elliot Greenway was fifty-three years old. His hair was all white by an early age, and was of average build. He was a very professional, spending the last twenty years in psychology helping all who came to see him. Out of the office he enjoyed playing racket ball and watching baseball on television. He was married to Helen, and they had been together since high school. Together they had raise four children, settled into an easy marriage with separate interests.
After twenty-eight years together they were no longer intimate. Helen hit menopause and her desire for sex went away. Dr. Greenway spent most of his nights looking at internet porn in his office, masturbating to images of women who were old enough to be one of his daughters. He gave up trying to convince his wife to come to their marital bed after the first year. And Helen ignored the grunts and groans coming from his office at night. She did not expect him to go chaste just because she didn't want anything to do with sex anymore. Though sometimes she gave in and allowed Elliot to mount her. A quick fuck and she was done.
Dr. Greenway was in his office, checking his appointment log when he saw Summer Bradbury as his next appointment. He groaned just slightly. He could not figure out what was wrong with her. She came in once a week to talk about what was going on in her life and once a week they never got any closer to determining if she really needed help for something. And once a week after every appointment, the good doctor would spend his thirty minutes between appointments stroking his dick while he imagined little miss Summer Bradbury on her knees in front of him. He could see her taking his dick into her mouth, pumping her head up and down his shaft, her spit mixed with pre-cum seeping down the side, until he came hard in her throat as he shoved her lips to the base of his dick. Or he would imagine her bent over his desk, her tight ass in the air while he pressed his cock deep inside her soaking wet pussy. Or the times when he would slowly pump his rock hard cock into her little asshole, pushing until the entirety of his member was inside her, and he could feel the grip of her anus snug tight about his thick dick.
With fifteen minutes before she was due in the room, he closed the windows and told his secretary not to disturb him until it was precisely one o'clock. With the door locked and his pants laid across the couch, he sat at his desk and pulled up a video he often watched alone in the office. It was of a young women, on her knees in front of a guy you could not see except for the base of his cock, as the rest was shoved as far down her throat as it could go. As she sat there with his dick in her mouth, pumping rapidly, Dr. Greenway pulled his fully swollen member out of his boxers and began to rub. He imagined the girl in front of him, her lips on his dick, he could feel her tongue sliding up and down his shaft. He spit into his hand for lubrication, pumping harder and faster. He needed to find release and he needed to finish quickly. He had no time to fully savor the fantasy of such a young girl sucking his dick. Sitting up and staring straight at the girl on the screen he pumped faster still, but he also imagined Summer there, sucking his dick. He could see her shove his cock deep into her mouth, could feel the tip of his dick on the back of her throat. He wanted to feel that in real life. Dr. Greenway wanted to feel those young plump lips sucking his cock. Rubbing his dick as hard and quickly as he could, he could feel himself peaking. Grunting, he stood up, bracing his hand on the wall above the trash, can he shot his cum inside. Pumping until every drop was out, he stood there, not really relieved at all, knowing that Summer was about to come into the room.
Knock, knock.
"Dr. Greenway, Summer Bradbury is here for her appointment." Ms. Kinsington spoke through the door.
After wiping down his dick and putting his pants back on, he opened the door. Seeing Summer there in a dress so see through, his dick got hard again instantly.
"Hello Ms. Bradbury, please come in. Oh Ms. Kinsington, are you still going to take the early lunch today?"
"Yes Dr. Greenway, I am on my way out right now. I will be back in two hours."
"Awesome, tell Peter I said hello."
"Will do, thank you."
Dr. Greenway was hoping his secretary was still taking her lunch, because if she was going to be gone for a couple of hours while the only appointment he had was with Summer, he would have more time to get rid of the hard on he had in his pants. A hard on he knew would persist throughout the entire appointment, like in every appointment since the first.
He could see the perfect outline of her breasts through the material. He could tell how dark the areolas around her nipples were, how hard they were pressed against the thin material. And if he had diverted his attention any lower he assumed he could see the lines of her pelvis area and the shape of her lips. Summer's dress wasn't just see through but it was short too. As she passed by the doctor, as he looked back at her, he could see the curves of her ass below the line of the dress. Thinking of her tight young body, his dick pulsed in pleasure, pushing harder against his clothing.
Every appointment was the same. She would come in dressed seductively, tempting the doctor with her young body. He was convinced that she did it on purpose, but was not certain why she would do it. He often wondered if it was part of the reason that Summer thought she needed therapy. Some underlying condition with sexual abuse or paraphillias.
With no other choice he sat in the chair opposite of Summer, placing the yellow notepad on his lap in hopes of covering the bulge that was surely sticking out of his pants.
"So Ms. Bradbury, how have things been this week?"
"Oh you know, things are okay, I guess. I've been a little lonely." Summer said this as she tucked a lock of golden brown hair behind her ear, following the strands with her fingers all the way to the tips, right above her breast, rubbing the back on her fingers over the soft curve of her flesh.
Seeing this but doing his best to ignore it, Dr. Greenway continued on with their session. It was difficult though. She was never fully open or even honest with what she said, and all along all she did was make the cock in his pants throb even harder against the cloth with just the simple motions that would seem alluring and seductive. After the first thirty minutes, Dr. Greenway couldn't take it anymore. He had been tempted for far too long. Too many sessions spent seeing the young girl sitting there, enticing him without much effort on her part, and he was about to lose control. He could not take another session with his cock hard in his pants, yearning to bust free. He wanted her, and for the first time he did not think he cared if she was his patient as he had been telling himself this whole time.
But being the professional mad he was, had been for the last twenty years, he decided to end the appointment instead and send Summer on her way home, telling her he could no longer she her as a patient. It was a tricky situation. How would he explain it to her? Dr. Greenway would think of that later. But for now he had to jerk off again and he had to get her out of the office. It was just best to end the appointment and deal with his hard on first.
In a brisk tone, "Ms. Bradbury, why are you really here? We've been seeing each other for almost two months and we have not even come close to determining if you really need psychiatric help. So just tell me what the problem is so that I can help you."
"Well Dr. Greenway, there's really nothing wrong with my head. Just my body." She said so matter of fact, smiling and twitching her shoulders forward.
"Well there is nothing wrong with that either," Dr. Greenway said, pure male amusement in his eyes. "Oh my God, I am so sorry, I did not mean to say that in such a manner. What I meant to say was,"
