He made his way into her office, a cozy and comfortably appointed room that seemed scented, either by her perfume or some kind of aromatic candle. Sweet, floral, subtle. She looked up from behind her deck as he entered, a fresh gleam across her white teeth as her warm red lips pulled back in a smile. It sparked in him the same. Both smiling, they extended their hands for a gentle shake. Her skin was soft and cool, her manner light and graceful.
She came out from behind her desk to sit on a large, burgundy plush chair, and welcomed him to the matching loveseat across from it. A small whicker coffee table sat between with a glass surface adorned with a small placement of dried flowers. Chamomile, he thought. They each sat, settling into comfortable positions facing each other, making light and effective small-talk.
"Do you have any experience with sex surrogacy?" she asked, in her mild Brazilian accent. As the words rolled off her tongue, his groin stirred. He could barely believe this was real.
"No, just something I researched and thought it would complement my current therapy regiment." His mouth was on autopilot while his whole being sought to feign composure.
"That's fine, I will be happy to explain everything and answer any questions you have." With compassionate poise, she began collecting a series of forms, inviting him to review and sign them. Her manner was so reassuring. Thankfully, in his distracted state, there was nothing that demanded much thought or consideration. He signed readily.
"A few things we should go over first."
She explained that she would seek an understanding of his goals for their sessions. This was crucial for success. She explained that as part of her practice, all encounters are recorded on video, and that only she and he would have access to the videos. Her clients, she explained, found great value in reviewing the videos long after their therapy sessions concluded, as they often represented a good foundation for getting back on track in case issues recurred later in life. She explained she has experience with multiple partners, that she was kink friendly, and her job was to navigate the therapeutic journey in whatever direction it took, provided it was safe. He hung on her every word, listening intently as warmth spread among his extremities.
"Do we have our encounters here?" He asked, somewhat stammering.
"My job is to navigate the therapeutic journey with you," she smiled. "We have a comfortable space through that door, but I have worked with my clients in their homes, at destinations, in public places... we have great flexibility." As she explained more, a sense of liberation came over him. He came to regard this as a safe space, and a means to achieving difficult goals. Emboldened, he asked more.
"How many clients do you have currently?"
"I maintain one client at a time."
"How long does therapy last?"
"We have our set time of two hours, and we check progress usually around 3 months after initiating the program. Many stop there, others seek to continue further on their journey."
"Are there any limits to what we can do?"
"We must only heed the safety of one-another. Otherwise, we have no limitations on setting or activities. Our duration is two hours, but it is a comfortable starting point and we can be flexible.
"What about climax?" He could hear his own voice shaking.
"There are no limitations." She sighed, understanding him. "You may climax on me, next to me, inside of me, or not at all." It was as though his penis heard the conversation through his clothes. A well of precum was emerging at its tip. A rather stunned silence filled the room. "What are your goals, Daniel?"
With a heavy sigh, he explained his desire to break through limitation and taboo. He sought comfort with his body, and a proving ground to build stamina. He sought a playground for his imagination, where he would not be burdened by creating the circumstances for sexual growth, but could just...grow. She listened attentively.
"As this is our orientation, I want to introduce you to two important concepts. Trust, and comfort." She stood, approached him, and placed her hand on his. "Feel my hand. How does it feel?"
"Warm, soft. Safe." She slid it slowly towards his forearm.
"How about now?"
"The same, but sexy."
"This is trust." She drew her hand back and brought both to the top of her white collared blouse. His eyes fixed on them, their proximity to the firm rounded flesh of her breasts. She unbuttoned the top four buttons, and released her breasts within her bra, squeezing them together and smiling confidently, her eyes capturing his. "We will have sexual encounters. You will come to know my body and I will come to know yours. This journey is about you, and I am here to facilitate. Let us trust in each other. This is comfort."
His erection pushed against his pants, the wetness spreading. He nodded.
"Let me show you around," she said.
They stood, and warmly, she invited him to look around. "This is the consultation office. Here, we meet to discuss goals, progress, struggles, as well as just take care of administrative matters." On the wall hung several nondescript examples of abstract art, all of warm colors. Some were orange splotches of paint, others broad linear swaths of color from top to bottom. Live plants and small bronze items adorned short, well-stocked bookshelves. The door leading into the office was immediately flanked by her desk, mostly orderly, with an open MacBook and at the moment, a mostly empty cup of black coffee. Incandescent lighting and delicate aromas established a cozy tone for the room. Adjacent to the consultation area was another door, one he had been preoccupied with from the moment she mentioned its purpose. "Allow me show you the session room."
She opened the door into a darkened room, without a creak, and raised a dimmer switch just inside. His eyes adjusted quickly as he followed her form into the room. Just off center was a large made bed with subtly ornate brass bars forming the headboard. An open area to the left had a round red carpet with two large sitting bags. A nondescript trash bin sat aside a night stand next to the bed and beyond the open area was a small open door leading into what seemed like a small bathroom. By any measure, it looked like a normal bedroom save for two round black glass bulbs in the ceiling, and a folded tripod leaned against the wall. The room was windowless, but a large spring landscape painting hung on a wall adjacent to the bed. A green grassy hill, blended subtly into a blue gradient sky. Two initials scrawled in the corner matched hers.
"I refer to this as our session room. You need not bring any supplies to our sessions unless there is something specific you wish to bring. You may also request items and I will attempt to source prior to our meeting, but please give me as much notice as you can manage." She slid open the nightstand drawer, revealing a neat stack of condoms, clear lubricant, and an exotic pink form that was probably a vibrator. A live flower, a fresh white rose clipped just a few inches below the bulb, nestled there as well. His eyes scanned the room curiously, savoring moments when she turned away from him, taking in the healthy curves of her hips and buttocks concealed by form-fitting blue jeans and the untucked hem of her white blouse. "We have a bathroom, with a shower and toilet as well."
"This is amazing," he said, happily.
"We want to focus on our progress during sessions, not our equipment," she responded, confidence and pride in her voice. She approached the door back to the consultation area, and gently closed the door and them inside.
"There is one last part of orientation, which is perhaps the most important." She turned towards him, approaching him with gentle steps and smiling earnestly. "I want you to see my body, and I want you to take a risk today and show me yours. Taking a first risky step will help you greatly early in your therapy. Is this OK?" His mind raced. His cock and brain had been conspiring in urgent hope that something like this would happen, but his nerves became raw and his palms began to sweat. His cock deflated, ushering a stream of precum into his boxers as she awaited his response. In his mind, there was no choice; this is why he was here.
"Yes, that would be OK," he said.
"I'll start." She unbuttoned her blouse, top to bottom and let it fall to the floor off her shoulders. Her breasts were round, smooth, two small freckles on the left breast near her cleavage drew his eye as she could feel him scanning her body. Her belly was smooth and soft as it flowed downward into the top of her jeans, her navel a deep, dainty oval. She reached back and unhooked her bra, shrugging it off the front of her body. Her nipples were red and round, tight circles reacting to the room, and the natural human eagerness between them. She unhooked her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, and drew down the zipper. Easing her jeans down over her legs, he saw the feminine dip of her hips, now concealed only by lacy blue panties. She bent over to slip out of her jeans, her supple breasts dangling off of her as she did so. She pulled off her white socks, and stood, only to slowly repeat the bend to remove her underwear, breasts dangling once again. Placing her items neatly beside her, she stood, wearing only her round glasses, and took a deep breath, breasts rising and falling. He gazed upon her smooth, trim, honest body. He could see her labia tucked in wait between her legs, a short line of pubic hair adorning the small depression just above her pussy. Without a word, he began to undress. His fingers worked to undo his shirt, laying it aside on the bed, followed by removal of his undershirt. He loosened his belt, drawing his jeans down over his semi-soft member, revealing a large visible smear of precum that had leaked through his boxers during their conversation. He slipped off his shoes and socks, returning to draw down his underwear, revealing his cock tipped with sparkling warm precum that emerged involuntarily in a slow drip down to the floor. He stood before her.
"Very good," she said, taking him in as well. Though familiar from experience, she felt a thrill move through her body as she knew what lay ahead in their program. "I'm going to turn around now so you can see all of me." She turned, the swell of her breasts even more apparent, her strong toned back and straight spine leading down to her ample buttocks, sweeping thighs, and sturdy calves and ankles. When she was again facing him, he turned the same way, the length of his cock hanging off his body as she took in his broad shoulders, toned thighs, his balls between his legs, and down to his groomed toes.
"Are you comfortable with a touch introduction?" she asked gently. Another long, gleaming stream of precum drifted to the floor from the tip of his cock like a drop of molten silver.
"Yes, I'm comfortable." She stepped towards him standing inches from him in the quiet room. He could see her soft glance, eyes partially closed, looking directly into his. Her scent was vivid. She breathed onto his lips as he drew in her breath, hot and feminine, new, unfamiliar. Her palm reached the head of his cock. He felt its smoothness as she gripped him, leaning further in until their cheeks rubbed. She pulled his cock towards her as it surged repeatedly in her fingers. With the head of his member, she painted an arc of clear shining semen across the front of her smooth right thigh which she had lifted towards him. His pulse quickened; she could feel it in his shaft. He began to shutter and shift his stance."
"Oh my god I'm going to...."
"Shhh, let it go, let it go." He sipped her scent and breath eagerly, surrendering. She squeezed the tip of his cock, pulling while placing a reassuring palm on his hip. He sighed eagerly, squeezing his eyes shut and turning his head to the ceiling.
