This is my first heterosexual erotic story! It's a bit of a slow start but hopefully you will all enjoy! If the feedback is positive then I will write up sequels which should cut to the chase a little more. Thanks to those who read!
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It was another grey, dreary day and Tim wasn't sure that he was going to be able to make it through. Looking out of the window from the desk in his office he could see the bare trees covered in droplets of rain left over from the last shower and from the heavy clouds above he knew it wouldn't be long until the next downpour. January always had this effect on him, the month with no money, no sunlight and everyone abstaining from the pub leaving him feeling at a loose end. Sighing to himself as he peered out of the window he drew the blinds and instead turned on some of the salt lamps that he had in his office for just these kinds of moods.
"Mr Oberst," Jenny said from behind the door. She knocked once and then came in, offering him a shy smile. "Your next appointment is running late. She'll be here in half hour." Jenny smiled, pushing her long red hair off of her shoulder.
Tim smiled tightly, hating when people were late but he just nodded as he sank into his arm chair, his eyes moving over the swell of his receptionists chest and he slim hips briefly. "Fine. Just let her in when she gets here," he said, giving her one last once over before she disappeared back out of the door. Picking up his journal he wrote in neat cursive, 'Parker Sheeran. Late to first appointment.' before sliding his mobile out and indulging in his guilty pleasure of online poker.
Parker arrived at the psychologists office just as the heavens opened and cursed as she realised she'd left her umbrella at home. Coming straight from work she was dressed in a tight pencil skirt and white fitted blouse, her light blonde hair tied up neatly in a bun as she rushed across the car park, her black heels clicking with every step she took. Managing to get inside she sighed as she saw her shirt had gone fairly transparent and she'd left her coat in the car. "Hi, I'm here to see Mr Oberst?" Parker said with a small smile to the receptionist behind the desk.
"Hi, you're a little late but if there's time he'll still offer you an hour." Jenny assured her, standing up and smoothing down her fitted dress before sauntering towards his door. With one swift knock she opened it and smiled. "Parker is here." Stepping aside Jenny let Parker pass and then closed the door promptly behind her.
"Hi, I'm so sorry I'm late... the Ring Road was a nightmare." Parker said with an anxious smile, starting to feel a little tense now that she was actually here.
Tim stood as he watched her enter, his eyes moving slowly over her petite body briefly, unable to help but notice he could see her lace bra through her shirt. "Hello, not to worry... I'm Mr Oberst but you can call me Tim... take a seat... would you like tea, coffee? A towel?"
Parker shook his hand, her fingers ice cold from the weather outside and she laughed softly. "No, I'll be fine thank you." Sinking down onto the plush arm chair opposite Tim's she sighed softly, lacing her own fingers together.
Tim returned to his chair and watched her for a moment. "...are you nervous being here?"
"It's not something I thought I would ever do... I'm – not really the sort of person who talks about these things." Parker admitted as she twisted her lips. Crossing one leg over the other she tried to relax, trying to offer what she hoped was a confident smile.
Tim nodded slowly at that and he smiled back. "Parker, you've booked an appointment because you want results. You are unhappy or dissatisfied with the way life is now and you're just working to overcome that. There's no shame in that... You were vague in your enrolment form as to why you're here... shall we start by talking about what you hope to achieve with these sessions?"
Parker nodded, breathing out slowly and she avoided his eyes as her cheeks started to flush. "I – well. Ever since I was fourteen I had the same boyfriend and we recently broke up and – ten years of my life? My entire sexual history was with this man and I'd known for a while that I had been – he wasn't – I had never had an orgasm." Parker admitted with an awkward laugh, her bright blue eyes focused on her fingers as she fidgeted with them.
"I thought it was just him and so when we broke up I tried different things and I've never been able to get there. I thought maybe I was defective in some way but my GP told me that maybe my anti-depressants had something to do with it? Or that maybe I'd developed a mental block? So he suggested speaking to someone like you." Parker nodded and glanced up at Tim, her cheeks flushed pink now. "I – I have never felt comfortable with my sexuality. I sort of enjoy sex but... it's not something I crave. My ex didn't have a very high sex drive and he didn't enjoy foreplay so I think I've developed negative associations with certain things. I just want to wipe the slate clean you know?"
Tim listened to her speak and nodded slowly, making notes as she spoke and he glanced at her every now and then, admiring her delicate cheek bones, her pouty pink lips and just how much she looked like a delicate little gift to be unwrapped. Tim was not usually attracted to petite girls, always leaning towards bustier women with a bum you could grab but there was something about Parker that attracted him. "I understand," Tim nodded and smiled reassuringly. "...and there's nothing wrong with wanting those things. Everyone deserves a healthy sex life and no one would blame you for wanting an orgasm. I have to stress that I can't guarantee we will get there but if you're willing I'll do my damnedest to try."
Parker smiled at that, finding something about Tim quite soothing. When she had looked online she had imagined him to be some fat, middle aged balding professor type who would look at her like she was strange but in fact he was probably only in his early thirties and was actually quite hot. His dark hair that was clearly carefully styled to look messy and his dark green eyes made him retain a boyish handsomeness and she knew she would feel more comfortable talking about these things with someone she could imagine still had sex. "So what would that entail exactly? I mean... how – how do we go about this?"
"Well, there'll be a lot of talking and a lot of homework. But we'll work on exercises to improve your pelvic floor muscles, there's a whole host of things we can do." Tim smiled and put his pad to one side for the time being. "But first... I think you need to relax." Tim said as he sat up straight. "Put your hands to your sides and sit comfortably... and then with me I want you to take a deep breath through your nose and then let it out slowly through your mouth."
Parker uncrossed her legs and relaxed into the chair, deliberately loosening her shoulders and she wet her lips briefly as she slowly started to breath with him. Keeping her eyes on his she breathed in and out slowly and when he told her to close her eyes she did, already starting to feel more relaxed.
"Okay," Tim said softly as he leaned over and lit a vanilla candle that was on his desk to hopefully increase her relaxation. "What do you do for work?"
"I'm a PA..." Parker murmured softly, still focusing on her breathing. "...for a CEO in the city."
