YOU WERE SO uptight these days that you always seemed on the verge of jumping out of your skin. You wanted to break out and free yourself emotionally, but you were having such a hard time. Lately, every therapy session was the same. You kept telling Doctor Simon that you wanted to “open up” and he kept urging you to.
“Just do it,” he’d say.
“But what should I do?” you’d counter.
“Well, free yourself completely, be like a child.”
Being like a child to you meant running naked in a forest.
“Well,” he said, “for want of a forest we could turn the consulting room into a substitute and see what happens.”
Today your standard “I want to free myself” routine seemed to annoy Doctor Simon a tiny bit. Never before had he shown any kind of emotion. You seized this as evidence that he was growing impatient with you.
“Well, why don’t you just take off your clothes and do it?” he asked.
But it was so difficult. While you had been coming to this office for almost two years, you still felt as though you were revealing yourself to someone who never shared anything of himself with you. When you said this he came back with, “Come now, you’re resisting. We mustn’t let the focus of our sessions get blurred. You’re here to discuss you, not me.”
Today he was softly insistent, urging you on. “There’s nothing, nothing at all to fear. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
You felt better. You decided today would really be it. You began to unbutton your blouse. And then your courage left you. But Doctor Simon wouldn’t let you back down. He sat next to you on the couch and reassured you.
“Are you afraid I won’t think you’re pretty?” he asked.
He guided your hand to the next button and the next. Your clothes were slowly coming off. Only your panties and bra were left. You stopped again. You couldn’t look him straight in the eye. But he turned your head gently toward him and again reassured you.
“You’re lovely, please go on.”
You got up and unhooked the bra and let it drop to the carpet. Your large breasts swung free. The nipples hardened as the cool air crossed your body. Doctor Simon couldn’t help but stare at your breasts’ un expected size. Usually you wore your clothes one size too large to hide their fullness.
You stepped out of your panties quickly and felt his eyes drop to your silken hair. It too was a surprise, since you were one of those rarities—a natural blonde.
“You are really beautiful, you know,” he said softly.
All at once you felt as though you had thrown off the weight of the world. You felt wonderful and started to dance around the room.
“I feel silly,” you said, but he encouraged you to act in any way you wished.
“You know, I always wanted to do this as a little girl, but no one in my family ever approved of nudity.”
“Well, in here you can be that child again.”
You got right into it. You were a kid again. Before you knew it, you were acting playful with Doctor Simon, who seemed pleased—as if playing with his young daughter.
“I want to sit on your lap,” you shyly asked. He smiled and nodded approval.
As you sat down and put your arms around his neck, you couldn’t resist the urge to hug him. He gave you a warm hug in return. You embraced for a while and then you thought you detected a reluctance on his part for you to leave his lap. He held you there for a little longer than seemed necessary.
You found yourself unconsciously moving your hands up to his hair and tracing the shape of his face with your fingers.
He held you about the waist very tightly.
“Is ... is this all right to do?” you stammered, not sure of yourself, but reacting more to an unconscious need.
He didn’t answer, nor did he let you go.
Then he seemed to relax. His hand moved upward to caress your bare back very lightly. With his other hand you felt him gently cup your breast. You froze. It was as if, for an instant, you both were sealed in a vacuum. When you didn’t stop him, he explored your body further. He kneaded your other breast as you perched very still on his lap. He leaned over and kissed each nipple and began licking and sucking them.
“I... I think it will be good for you to practice opening up all your responses,” he breathed. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
He pushed you slowly down on the couch where you both had been sitting. You were naked and he was completely dressed. “I won’t hurt you,” he kept whispering.
And since you trusted him more than you trusted any other person in the world, you believed him completely.
Your body was unyielding at first, but it melted as he began kissing your forehead. You just lay there and let him take over. He kissed your eyelids, each cheek, and then your mouth—very gently, until you felt his tongue urge your mouth open. His tongue explored there for a long time. You were so overwhelmed, you felt dizzy and faint.
His lips made their way down your neck to your breasts where he lingered, licking and nibbling at your nipples. As he wended his way on, you took a deep breath and opened your legs to his eager mouth. His hands reached down to cup your buttocks as he raised your wet vagina. He licked the outside first and then, in response to your heavy breathing, he finally darted his tongue inside you. It probed deep into your hot, moist tissue.
Suddenly he raised himself, and you felt his hardness against your leg. You stiffened, afraid.
“I told you not to worry. I won’t come in you,” he reassured.
He penetrated you, very hot and very hard. And you didn’t stop to think that he was dressed and you were naked. You moved your body as hard as you could to match his faster and faster movements. As you were about to come, he pulled himself out and went down to your vagina again and drank and lapped at your juices as you reached your climax.
Later, he readjusted his clothing and helped you to dress. You looked at him in a totally new way....