I walked into her office as I had every Thursday afternoon for the last few months. She greeted me with a smile, as I sat on her leather couch. I sank into it, while she continued to write things in files. I glanced around her office, noticing the art on the wall, as usual. I wondered to myself, is that what I think it is? It seemed to be of two women dancing, but I wasn't sure. She cleared her throat to let me know that our hour had officially started.
We talked of the things we usually talked about...my self worth, my issues with feeling inadequate, things of that nature. She was always looking at me in an odd way, but I figured that she was just 'analyzing me' like all good shrinks do. Funny thing is, I felt her stare piercing right through me, warming me inside in a way that I was not familiar with. She asked me how my sex life was, startling me.
She laughed softly, telling me that it was all part of how I really viewed myself as a person of worth. After all, she stated, it was in the throes of passion with another person in that realm of complete giving that one truly knew just how comfortable they really were with themselves. I blushed and glanced around the room, finally staring at the picture of the women dancing. This caught her attention, as she leaned forward and also enjoyed the picture with me.
She asked me what I thought of that picture and I told her that while I feel connected to that picture in a way, I could never be with a person in that sense, truly opening up and being myself. She told me that I was a very sensual person, that I held a fire inside that she hasn't seen in a long, long time. As I turned to look at her, boggled by her comment, she reached out and lightly touched my cheek, tracing my jaw line.
This made me gasp and stiffen. It felt like she had electrified me with her touch. My pussy quivered to my surprise as I secretly wanted her to go further. She was very beautiful, long dark hair, green eyes, soft, clear skin. I never realized until now just how attracted I was to her, it made so much sense now why I enjoyed coming to therapy every Thursday afternoon.
Her hand continued down my jaw line, until she held my chin in her palm. With her other hand, she ran it through my hair, making me close my eyes in desire. The leather couch made that lovely sound that turns me on, that delicious squeaking under my weight. I laid back on it as she rose to greet me there, in the corner on that hot buttery couch.
As she leaned into me, her hair fell across my breasts, brushing my cleavage. I took her scent in, as well....she smelled like the woods on a clear, fall night. She grabbed my hair and pulled back slightly until my head was resting on the armrest, exposing my neck. Her mouth was so hot, her tongue ever hotter. She licked my neck, my earlobe, where she stopped to suck and nibble, causing me to moan in her hair.