That was the most erotic experience to date having my chance to help Nathan and Julia. The memories would flood back at me with very little help in bringing them on. Yet with good memories there were the bad ones. The one you compared to having an extraction without Novocain still it wouldn't come to the bad memory with some case.
I immediately realized I was good at this. The whole process was just momentous when it was on target. Never having contact with the subject after it made the sexual side more easily to under take. I was never thought of as a woman taking her man, that risk was taken care of.
Leafing through the case history of our next patient I was enthralled with the whole process. Thomas of course was the center of the whole practice. His keen eye for the complete picture caused very few loose threads before, during and after the five week session.
We had a beautiful lunch the after noon before we had our next case. Sitting in the private dining area we were able to talk without fear of being over heard.
The linen laden dining table, crystal dishes and the immaculately kept room served our purpose totally. The chef came to our table during the meal. Thomas spoke fluent Italian I was almost sure he had given this chef a five star compliment.
The chef smiled broadly at me as he took leave. I smiled back without knowing why either of us were smiling.
"What was that smile for Thomas?" I asked interested.
"Oh Paco asked if you were my daughter. Or were we lovers?" Thomas spoke with a slight grin on his face.
"So which are we, Thomas?" I smiled knowing he wouldn't be tricked in telling me anything.
His face lit up and he quietly said, "I told him you were not my daughter." Then he smiled again.
Well, that would be as close as I would know what he did tell the chef. I found him frustrating much of the time. Yet I was so thrilled to be allowed to learn at therapy with this man of great genius.
Our conversation stayed light until we were eating a decadent chocolate mousse.
"Abigail tomorrow will be enlightening for you. I know I will see your reaction with interest. After all you will be the one to initialize the actual sexual therapy." Thomas spoke with very little emotional tones.
"So what makes this so interesting?" I asked without expecting anything to be divulged.
"The couple we will be seeing tomorrow has an interesting problem. Well, not exactly a problem I suppose." He said with a little smile on his face.
I was sitting here looking at him feeling frustrated by his imparting very little on the next case. Then I looked away as though I was just enjoying the fireplace.
"What, no questions?" Thomas laughed teasing me.
"No. I have no questions Thomas." I said defiant.
We finished the lunch with small talk leaving the restaurant in a snow storm.
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Sitting at my small office with the desk lamp on I read through the case work It looked challenging yet once again it was only dry details. Their results of their complete physicals. Their arrival and their remittance. Not caring about the remittance part I shifted the papers so I could try to get my feel of this couple.
She was 5'2" in her forties. Said black hair, blue eyes. No children. She was involved in many worth while activities. Looked to be very active in women's causes.
Glancing down he was 6'0" in his fifties. Silver hair, green eyes. No children. He was a CEO in a banking family. In good health with very little else mentioned.
Sitting their file down I closed my eyes trying to chase away this head ache coming on. Rubbing my temples I seemed to relax enough that I allowed my mind to wonder.
My mind returned to after Nathan's session. I was so very moved by the whole event. I stepped into my shower to allow everything to wash off. Being touched by Nathan I was spinning around. My emotions were on the surface. My mind raced for something to grasp upon. I washed my body with great care I seemed to need to know I was still Abigail. A woman struggling to be a doctor one that wanted nothing less.
The shower was steaming up the room, I was feeling so vulnerable for the fact I was with a man. A man that I would never see again. He brought me to orgasms as I brought him to his. We were two people needing something to allow him to go forward.
As my hands touched my body intimately I felt the need to masturbate. I first soaped my hands so they could glide across my slippery skin. I lowered my fingers to my nipples pulling them out and rolling them around my fingers. This was something I enjoyed it caused me to become moist instantly. Breast play was a mere step to my erogenous zones. I was able to hold my breasts even though they were heavy in my one hand resting upon my fore arm.
Taking the next step I graced my stomach going for the womanly erotic zone. I had to stop my breast and nipple play. So I could open my lips allowing my fingers to barely touch my hanging clit. It had made itself known by the nipple play. I stroked it in my thumb and fore finger making my knees weak. I stopped it enough time to place three fingers inside of me. I felt the orgasm coming into play. I backed off not wanting this to be over. I felt for my G spot [Yes there really is one.] I laughed at the fact men who say there isn't anything like that down there. Were just to inexperienced to know and ashamed to ask to be shown.
I was able to slip my fingers in further as my other hand went in for the clit. Playing with my body was making me erratic in my breathing. I had lost myself into the whole experience when I knew I heard a cough. I was on the edge of an orgasm. I flew over the edge riding the wave the orgasm was shattering my body.
I wanted to stay on the precipice I actually had no alternative I was screaming out in the loudest voice I ever made.
"Ooohhh nowwwwwwwww yesssssssss thisssssssssssss ohhhh fcukkkkkkkk mee.."
I screamed out to nobody.
My body was convulsing from the most erotic masturbating I had ever felt. I finally leaned onto the shower wall. When I heard the coughing again.
