She was right on time for her 5:30pm appointment, and as expected, the receptionist was long gone. Cindy had been seeing her counselor, Bill, for 6 months now, but tonight she was nervous and unsure of herself as she walked back to the office. She had made a decision, but at the moment fear of failure and rejection filled her mind. Negative projection, that's what Bill had labeled her feelings of foreboding. She took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts out of her head. No thinking tonight - just action!
Bill rose to greet her at the door. "You look great. Come in. How was your week?"
"Oh fine, just fine." she lied. In truth it had been a shitty week. No progress with her husband. It had been over a year since he had made love to her, and she couldn't push aside the feelings of hopelessness.
But tonight she was not going to feel helpless. Tonight she was a woman on a mission.
After a few minutes of small talk, Cindy asked, "Bill, do you mind if I use the restroom?"
"Of course not. Right through the door over there."
She closed the door and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "It's now or never. " she said to herself. Removing her dress, Cindy gazed at her body in the mirror. "Not bad for 41." she thought. The black teddy she wore pushed her bare breasts up seductively and the black stockings and heels completed the look. "Well, if this doesn't say 'I want to fuck', nothing does." she mused.