Editor's note: thanks to BlueStarGrrrl for her editorial contribution.
She had blonde hair, long and about mid torso length; natural, I reckoned, as her eyebrows were fair, and so I guessed her pussy would be too. She was slim and my height with small breasts. Whenever I'd seen her, she was dressed conservatively and there was a somewhat seductive twang to her speech.
Because I had diabetes, and she was my nutrition counselor, I asked her how the illness would affect my ability to have an erection. She asked, rather rudely I later thought, why I was concerned about that; I had told her previously that I only believed in sex within marriage.
She continued by saying, "But if you really want to know, it usually affects the ability to have a hard-on somewhat."
I then went on to change the subject back to food and other diet concerns. When it was time to leave, she said, "I should have you over to my house to prepare a good diabetic meal for you. My husband would not mind, but don't say anything about it to people here. We are not supposed to have contact with patients outside the clinic. It will be our secret. Okay?"
I agreed.
"Here is my home address," she said and gave me the directions. "Show up at six pm. See you later."
She then patted my back as I headed out the door.
Back home I took a shower and got my medications together in case I was late getting back. I followed her directions and came to a colonial house with a long driveway. There was a two car garage with the doors shut and no other cars.
It was starting to get dark as it was mid-winter time. I parked my car and went to what looked like the entrance foyer. She came to the door wearing a one piece red dress with a very high split along the legs and a low cut top exposing a fair amount of her small, but I now saw, beautifully formed, breasts.
She invited me in and took my jacket.
"Could you take off your shoes too, we try to keep the carpet new. Let's sit on the couch here," she suggested.
When she sat next to me the split in her dress offered me a delicious view, and I thought I could smell the faint smell of pussy.
Starting to feel a little uncomfortable, I said, "Where is your husband?"
She mumbled something about an errand and back soon. I got the feeling she was avoiding the issue, but really didn't care.
She said, " I am glad you came over, now we can get better acquainted before supper."
And I replied that that would be good.
"Now about the reason you stopped going to the weight management classes," she continued. "You told me that the woman instructor said something about sex was good for stress. And you did not like this because you were not married. So you would not consider sex outside of marriage. Is that right?"
I said that it pretty much was, adding, "Isn't your husband due back soon?"
She said, "Actually, he is away for several days on business," gently kissing me as she said so. Slipping her tongue inside my mouth, she slid her hand over the front of my pants and started to gently rub my crotch.
