Physical Therapy 12

Therapeutic Sessions

It was evident that the time was right for me to seek out a doctor to help me with my arthritis. Getting this joint disease early in life has limited my physical activity immensely. So, one day I decided to call a specialist to see what they would recommend.

I was able to get an appointment early in the day last week. After showering and putting on a pair of short shorts and lots of perfume, I headed out to a neighboring town to arrive just before my appointment time. The building was impressive as it was fairly new and had a complete glass front window showing off what looked like the inside of a health gym. The receptionist was pleasant as she guided me through the forms that needed to be completed before I saw the doctor.

I hit it off with the gray haired MD and his staff as we exchanged pleasantries and he began to examine me. We had a lot in common being of Italian descent, commenting with little Italian words that fit the conversation. He complemented me on how healthy my summer tan looked. I told him I was a beach person and usually get really dark in the summer.

I was then escorted to the 'gym' part of the Rehab office. A rather cute middle aged girl greeted me and led me to one of the benches. We exchanged names and got right to work. Her name was Syndey. I thought I heard her wrong when she introduced herself, but no, that was her name. She didn't look like a Syndey as she was very feminine not showing any masculine attributes. She had shoulder length auburn hair, green eyes and an ample bosom. I found her very attractive and immediately felt a shimmer of a spark between us.

She asked me to do a number of leg exercises and I politely complied.

After about a half-hour of stretching and bending, she asked me to lie down on the table that resembled a bed with sheets and a pillow. She instructed to tell me she was going to massage my knee with an ointment to get the muscles relaxed.

She spread the ointment on her glove-covered hands and began to massage my sore knee. I was wearing short shorts so she was able to rub my thigh up to and under the hem of my shorts. I have to admit I was getting very turned on by her rubbing, wishing her magical fingers could go higher as she climbed up my thigh.

I tried not to look at her as I didn't want her to think I was coming on to her. I closed my eyes and imagined there was more going on with the massage than there really was. One could dream. I think she knew I was enjoying her massage and was hoping things would go further.

At the end of the session she told me I should return the next day for a follow-up from my first appointment except that she had no openings until 'after hours'.

I told her that wouldn't be a problem and I would meet her there at 8PM. She told me to come to the back entrance and she would let me in.

Well, I have to tell you my mind was running away with itself. I thought perhaps she wanted a lot more than just a therapy session and I was more than willing to give it to her, if in fact, I was reading her right. Tomorrow would tell the tale.

I left with high expectations for the following evening. All I could think of was if she was coming on to me or not and if it was more than just a typical appointment. At first I told myself she must do this whenever she has no other appointment times and that I was reading too much into it, but after seeing how she was and feeling that spark, I knew my intuition about Sydney was going to be right.

So the next night I arrived a little early and waited in my car for Syndey to arrive.

She pulled in just before my appointment time and greeted me as we exited our cars. How are you? She asked. "Fine" I replied. Thank you for coming in so late, she told me. No problem I responded. I followed her into the building watching her cute ass as we went up the steps and she did the combination to the door.

Once inside, she made sure the door was locked and told me to go into the room that had the equipment in it, facing the front windows. As she put away her purse and put on her PT shirt she came over to me. Lie down face up, she commanded. I did as she told me anticipating her starting to massage my leg.

I immediately became tense as she began to rub the ointment into my sore knee and upper thigh. Please, please I said to myself go higher, as I wanted her fingers to travel up my shorts to see that I wasn't wearing any underwear.

How does that feel?, she asked. Great was all I could say. Turn over she told me as she helped me get comfortable now on my belly. She began massaging my leg and traveled up under my shorts, now realizing that I was naked underneath. I was starting to get hot and bothered hoping she would let her fingers stray to my pubic area as I was anticipating the wonderful sensations from her fingertips. I closed my eyes and wished for her to grope me further, and she did.

Is this ok? She asked. Absolutely, was all I could say. She slipped her hand up further to my backside and began massaging my butt. I was in heaven. Please, please don't stop was what I was saying to myself. Do you like this? She asked. Very much so... please don't stop I said aloud.

With that she reached up to my waist and unbuttoned my Jean shorts, pulling them down now exposing my entire derriere. We were in the PT room facing the street with floor to ceiling windows. There I was bare ass naked for anyone to see. I was getting so wet as I couldn't control my desire for her any longer. She actually bent down and kissed my bare skin. I responded by looking up at her and turning onto my back. With that she began to kiss my belly and made her way down between my legs. I was so excited as I just lay there letting her have her way with me. It was so wonderful feeling her lips on my private area. I started moaning and arching my back reacting to her enjoying herself while she reached under my T-shirt caressing my breasts. After a few moments I had an orgasm. She looked up at me and said, I hope you enjoyed that. I told her I did and that I would pleasure her if she wanted me to. NO that's not necessary. I like pleasing my patients. Please don't tell anyone about this or we won't be able to do this ever again. No problem I wont say a word to anyone!, I told her.

She exited the room as I gathered up my things and snapped my shorts back into place. See you on Thursday she said, same time same place? You got it. I told her.

I went home with a huge smile on my face and the anticipation of seeing her in a few days for more of the same pleasures from that memorable night at Physical Therapy.