Pam leaned over me and said, "I think you're ready for some therapy." She slipped her tongue into my mouth and started to kiss like we were teenagers. It had been over three weeks since my surgery and the pain and medications had knocked all thoughts of sex from my head. This had been the longest we had gone without having sex since we met. Pam broke her lip lock long enough to whisper, "Shhhh. Don't move...let me do everything." As she crawled up on the couch to straddle me her short black skirt crept up almost to her crotch.
Her tongue darted back into my mouth as I reached around to cup her ass cheeks...I was thrilled to find that she had gone to work without panties under her suspender pantyhose and began to feel a familiar stirring in my loins. Anyone standing at the bus stop just outside our picture window would have a perfect view of her naked hot ass, perfectly framed by the sheer black stockings. I didn't hesitate to pull her mini skirt up as high as it would go to give them a better view.
After a few minutes Pam pulled away and straightened up. I was afraid my therapy was over when she stood up. Instead she tossed off her jacket and began unbuttoning her sheer blouse, slowly, one button at a time. I could see her dark red nipples straining through the thin material. I wanted to ask if she had taken her jacket off at work but my breathing became heavier with each button and I was unable to talk. I leaned forward to try to speed up the process. "Whoa big boy. No touching the talent," she teased and pushed me back into the couch. It seemed to take forever for her to finally slip it open it to expose a very nice sheer and lace demi bra.
