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Betty wasn't sure how physical therapy was supposed to help her, but at this point she was willing to try anything to stop her embarrassing problem. She'd been doing the exercises the doctor had given her--but they just weren't working. He said that Betty could try physical therapy. If that didn't work, then the next step would be surgery. After her C-section eleven months ago, Betty wanted to avoid surgery if at all possible.
She'd gotten directions at the information desk and followed them to this large room. It looked like a gym had mated with a massage parlor. She was only a little early, so she was surprised that no one was about when she entered.
"Hello?"
"Out in a minute." The voice was feminine; that was a bit of a relief. "Make yourself comfortable; you're my last appointment today."
Betty walked around the room, unsure how exactly to get comfortable under the circumstances. How did one go about therapy for weakened vag muscles? She'd done the kegals the way the doctor had described--all the time, in fact--except for when she was breast-feeding. Having the baby sucking while clenching down there just weirded her out.
"Oh geez!" She realized that she'd forgotten her hand pump. This could get very uncomfortable. She hoped she didn't start leaking before she made it home. She laughed to herself when she thought about what hubby had said last night when she said it was time to wean the baby. "But what about me?" It was nice having someone who knew how to suck without biting. Her little man was biting. A lot. Time to give them up!
"It's good to hear laughter in here." She was exactly what Betty pictured a physical therapist would look like: tall, lean, athletic build, more a swimmer's body than a runner's. Her long, tan legs were hugged by spandex athletic shorts. Her arms were well-defined but not overly muscular. Surprisingly, she had a little belly that didn't fit the rest of her build.
Betty couldn't resist. "I'm sorry. I know it's rude, but are you pregnant?"
The woman laughed. "I am, actually, and you're the first client who's had the courage to ask. Hi, I'm Paige."
Betty laughed, "Oh, that's perfect. Nice to meet you Paige, I'm Betty! Between the two of us, we could make a good Betty Paige."
Paige gave a chuckle of her own. "Funny, I think you're right. If you mashed us together, we'd make a good Betty: your hair, face, and boobs and my long limbs and wasp waist. So Betty, you're here for pelvic strengthening, is that right?"
Betty nodded. "Yes, that's the idea, but I'm not sure how we do it. I've been doing my kegals, honestly. I do them practically all day." It all came out in a rush. Betty looked down, embarrassed when she finished.
Paige stepped over and put an arm around Betty's shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed. It happens. You strained the muscles trying to pop that baby out is all."
Betty looked up. "Was that in my file?"
"I'm guessing, mostly because of that." Paige nodded at Betty's now-damp chest as she let go of her shoulder and turned to face her. "That happens all the time too. No worries, just us girls here! Why don't you fill in the details for me?"
Betty looked down at her large, wet chest. "Well, shit. I forgot my hand pump and I don't have a change of clothes. I can't believe how totally unprepared I am today."
"Like I said, no worries. I've got a shirt--though not a bra--that will fit you. When we're done, you can wear it out of here so you're not advertising on your way."
That got a laugh out of Betty. "'Advertising' indeed! I didn't realize until I started breast-feeding just how many guys find it erotic. I get the lustiest looks when I'm doing it in public. It's only other women who seem to have an issue."
Paige nodded. "Women with kids, right?"
"Yes. I get, 'It's not proper' or 'Do that in private.' Uh, I'm feeding a baby, not having sex."
Paige said, "It's because they're thinking the same thing the men are. Don't tell me that it doesn't feel deliciously erotic when it's your husband instead of your baby." Paige raised an eyebrow at her.
"Well, I will say that I can't do kegals while breast-feeding. It makes me think of sex." Betty blushed a little.
"Perfectly normal: women who haven't breast-fed don't know the difference. They assume it's all erotic and freak out. It all depends on who's on the other end." Paige smiled. "Okay, back to why you're here. Was it a long delivery?"
"Oh gods. It went so long that they gave up and performed a C-section."
"Did you have problems before that?"
"Not before the pregnancy, but my little man seemed to settle right on top of my bladder. I felt like I had to pee all the time, but in order to actually go, I had to bend forward and push him off my bladder."
"And now?"
"Now I'm okay until I cough, sneeze, or have a good hard laugh. Oh--even more embarrassing, a couple of times when having sex, I've had a little stream come out right before I came. Hubby's a dear and hasn't said anything, but I saw his eyes go wide the last time it happened."
Paige smiled at Betty. "The first three we'll work on, but I think the last may be here to stay. I believe you're experiencing female ejaculation. It's not pee, although I know it can feel like it. I tell you what: we'll work on the leaking. When that's under control, you'll know that the other isn't pee. Okay?"
"If you say so. I just want to be able to laugh, cough, or sneeze without having to cross my legs or spritz myself when it comes on too fast."
"We will definitely work on it. To do it properly, you're going to have to deal with a bit more embarrassment."
"Oh geez. How so?"
"Well, it's a matter of how comfortable you are with being examined down there."
Betty laughed. "Ha! After having a baby, I've gotten quite used to examination. But what exactly will you be observing?" Betty had butterflies in her stomach. She'd never had a female GYN. Sure, the nurses at the hospital had checked her, but it was quick and perfunctory. Also, she'd been a bit out of it then and hadn't cared who was doing what. She'd just wanted the baby out.
Here and now though, fully dressed with an attractive woman in front of her, the thought of being examined was promoting new feelings. She hadn't experimented during college, having met hubby in the second semester of her first year. It was one of the things she'd always wondered about; the way her dorm mates talked about it sounded intriguing. She shook herself back reality when Paige spoke again.
"That's good; maybe it won't be embarrassing after all. Being a swimmer and a physical therapist, I lost all hang-ups about nudity long ago. I know lots of women who are more embarrassed to be unclothed around other women than men."
"Oh, I got past that in college. Half the girls seemed to own only one towel, which they used for their hair." Betty laughed.
"Ah, college--those were the days." Paige gave a wistful sigh.
Betty gave a nervous chuckle, sensing a Sappho vibe from Paige's wistfulness. "So, what's first?"
"Let me grab gloves and towels. I'll need you to undress from the waist down. I'll be right back with a towel for you. I think the table there would work best."
Betty looked where Paige pointed. The table was padded with a thick mat like in gymnastics rooms. The table was probably waist-high for Paige. When Betty walked over to it, she found the top of it was just above her belly button.
She sat on the bench near the table to take off her shoes. When she stood to remove her pants and panties, she blushed. She was wet. It wasn't from spritzing. Thinking about what she'd missed in college and the lovely, long, lean Paige examining her had had an effect. Betty used her cotton panties to try to absorb some of the evidence.
Betty felt a wave of heat and a new surge of embarrassment when Paige came back without a shirt. She was in just a zip-front sports bra and spandex shorts, leaving little for Betty to imagine (though she was imagining inappropriate things!)
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Had Betty known what Paige was thinking, she would have been more excited than embarrassed.
Paige knew she ought to reschedule Betty with another therapist; it was totally inappropriate to work with a patient she was so attracted to. She took her time getting the supplies while she tried to convince herself to do the right thing. She'd gotten a vibe from Betty, however, that made her too tempting to resist.
At four-and-a-half months pregnant, Paige was terrifically horny all the time. Work and swimming usually helped to take the edge off until her partner got home and she could indulge. Patti hadn't been home for the past three days, however; she was attending a week-long conference. Paige had been taking care of herself in Patti's absence, but she knew Patti wouldn't mind if she had a little fun without her. She'd tell Patti all about it over the phone while they played with themselves.
Paige grabbed a few towels, expecting to need them. The thought made her break into a grin that she was still sporting when she came back out of the small office. She'd removed her top when she felt a wave of heat. They kept it fairly warm in the PT room in deference to the older folks they often saw. On her way out of the office, Paige bumped up the temperature a couple more degrees to make sure they'd be comfortable if she got herself and Betty into the state of undress she hoped to.
The capable therapist went to the bench Betty had left her neatly-folded pants on and set down her stack of supplies. "Just a minute, let me make sure we're not disturbed. I doubt you want to show your goodies to any curious passersby. Oh, sorry. Here! Take this, lay it on the lower half of the table, and climb up. I'll lock the door and kill some of the overhead lights so it's not quite so clinical."
