A week later, Tracy entered the therapists' office. It was deserted except for the receptionist Stephanie. It was around 12:30 and she had an appointment with Dr. Karen Song and this time it was a solo session. She had told her husband Steve that she wanted to talk about some things with Karen and Steve said he was fine with it. Since they had their first session a week ago, they had sex at least once, but it was hesitant and tentative, not at all like their first therapy session.
Stephanie rose from behind the desk resplendent in a simple skirt which accentuated her hips, and a light, almost sheer shirt covered by a low cut top that hung open slightly. It didn't appear she was even wearing a bra and her breasts swung loosely under her jacket. For some reason this turned Tracy on a lot even though she wasn't normally attracted to women.
But watching Karen masturbate during their first session, feeling Karen's lips on hers, feeling her tongue circle her nipple and then feeling her suck on it gave her the first of many orgasms last week.
"Hi Tracy, Dr. Song is running a bit late but she hopes you can wait for her. There's no session scheduled after yours today."
"That would be fine Ms. Powell."
"Please, call me Stephanie or Steph. Would you like to sit down? Can I get you anything?"
"Thank you, no, this is fine."
Tracy sat in a chair in the middle of the room since she could have any seat she wanted. She sat down heavily, with a lot on her mind and closed her eyes.
When Stephanie saw Tracy come in, she decided she was going to go for it today. Tracy was wearing a loose and unflattering pantsuit with blouse. No jacket, little makeup, pumps. She just didn't seem like she was trying and Stephanie was going to be the one to make her feel better. She quietly walked over to the door and locked it. She had fibbed a little bit, Dr. Song was running a good 30-45 minutes late, plenty of time for what she had in mind.
Stephanie came up behind her and put her hands gently on her shoulders. Tracy started, unaware that anyone was even behind her.
"I'm sorry Tracy, I didn't mean to startle you, it just looked like you needed to loosen up so I thought I would give you a quick shoulder massage."
Tracy was a little startled, but she was carrying a lot of stress in her shoulders and thought it would feel good to have a woman's hands rubbing the tension away.
"Oh, it's nothing, you did startle me, but I think that would feel good. I carry all of my stress in my shoulders. Thank you Steph.
"It's my pleasure," she said softly.
She started rubbing her shoulders at the base of her neck, gently working her way to the outside of her shoulders. Back in, back out, working her hands up her neck and down her neck. Down to her upper back, above the back of the chair and back up. She slid her hands just over her shoulder blades to massage the upper part of her chest, still above her breasts but getting closer. She could feel the tension as many large breasted women have the same issue, herself included.
She leaned forward to get better leverage, her jacket falling open and her breasts on either side of Tracy's head, gently cradling her head. Tracy heard herself moan softly. She tried to stifle it quickly.
