While sitting in a somber waiting room where she goes to therapy, Lydia often wondered about all the people who would come and go. She thought about how many just like she sit anxiously in their chairs until it's time to see the one they come to vent to. In her mind, she could see it. Of course, this meant Lydia was a dreamer. She daydreamed all the time and it often caused her trouble.
Her dreams weren't of the normal kind though. She often imagined her lustful desires. And this is why she was in therapy. Woolgathering someone naked and laying them on a table while taking their clothes off is usually not the best thing to think about while doing data entry in her cubicle. Yet, it was hard not to see someone she desired in that way. Her boss, for example, was the athletic type with dark brown hair and a 5 o'clock shadow. He often wore old spice body spray and even got manicures.
Noticing small details such as a manicure on a man was something Lydia needed for her daydreams to be all the more engulfing. When he would walk past and his scent was in the air all she could think of was asking him to meet her in the restrooms. She could envision him slowly following her to a stall and locking it behind him. His large hands gently reached up to her black dress where she conveniently forgot to put panties on.
His warm hands cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her against the wall while he used his pelvis to spread her legs. Her warm kiss sucks in his tongue as she unbuckles his belt. His pants drop and all she feels is the warmth of his dick slowly sliding inside of her and going deeper as she opens herself up more to him. Back and forth she feels his body push in and out of her giving her pleasure from every movement.
Deep and slow they move in sync with each other and Lydia places her hand over her boss's mouth to ensure they stay quiet. She licks his ear as their rhythm speeds up and she feels her liquid drip down her inner thigh. As the ecstasy keeps going she hears one of her heels fall to the ground from their shifting.
Each push inside her feels more intense than the last. Moving her hands to the back of his neck she pulls him in closer to kiss but this time more rough and deep nearly losing her breath. Lydia begins to wrap her legs tighter around her boss not wanting the pleasure to end. Not caring anymore who is disturbed she can hear the echoes against the walls of the restroom of the slapping of his balls and thighs punishing her with bliss below. Speeding up she could feel him about to explode inside her.
"Slam!" the sound of boxes being brought in and dropped brings Lydia back to reality.
Looking at the clock she sees nearly an hour has passed.
"My therapist is an hour late? That's not like Doctor Grador," Lydia thought to herself.
Thinking that maybe something happened she texts her therapist to make sure everything is alright. About 5 minutes pass and she responds telling her that she's in a session and will be out shortly. How strange that it would take over an hour.
"Must be a serious case," Lydia chuckles to herself.
Another 5 minutes pass and she hears the door open to Grador's office. Expecting to see someone in an emotional place of despair she's surprised when out walks the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. Fair white skin with light brown long hair tied in a bun at the top and the rest flowing elegantly down her chest and back. Her red and brown lettermen jacket coupled with a white t-shirt and jeans gave Lydia the thought that this woman was naturally a model of some sort.
Her demeanor when walking past was that of someone on a mission. Hardly even noticing Lydia sitting there. At that moment Dr. Grador comes out of her office and turns to Lydia.
