I was in a rush to get what I needed and get home. The weatherman had predicted at least 12-18 inches of snow to fall overnight, so I needed to stock up on food in case I couldn't get out for a few days. I went down the dairy aisle and wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Next thing I knew, I had slammed into the person coming toward me. The sound of our carts smashing together startled us both.
"Oh...I'm really sorry" I said. I bent down to help pick up the items that had fallen to the floor.
"That's OK," the other shopper said. The voice sounded very familiar, so I looked up to see if I knew this person. I smiled as I saw her face.
"I didn't know it was you"
I said, smiling brightly, "It's been a long time hasn't it?" She looked at me and smiled, "Sure has...5 years" she said. I couldn't forget her. Her name was Joanne and she was a psychotherapist. I went to see her once a week for 4 years, starting when I was 16. I had been having problems in school and my parents thought I should talk to someone. They had chosen Joanne and I at first was skeptical about telling my problems to a woman. But, she turned out to be really cool and I was able to tell her anything. I also fantasized about her a lot. I used to run home after our sessions and masturbate thinking about the short skirts she wore. I would picture us on her desk sweating and grunting in passion, my cock pistoning in and out of her.
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She was pretty hot. About 35 (at the time we first met), with curly, shoulder length brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a great figure. She looked a little like actress Rene Russo, which was fine with me. We stopped our sessions when I had turned 20, and I hadn't thought of her since then. Now, here we were 5 years later. "So how have you been?" she asked. "Pretty good. How about you?" She smiled, "Doing OK. How's your parents and family?"
"Great" I said, rearranging the items in my cart. "How's your family been?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, "My daughter's at college now and my husband goes out of town a lot." We talked for about 5 minutes and then I told her I needed to go. "Maybe we can set up an appointment sometime" I said. "It would give us a chance to talk some more." She laughed, "Sure. Let me give you my office number." She jotted it down and I placed it in my pocket. "Give me a call tomorrow and we can set it up" she said. "I will" was my reply as we parted company. I thought about her for the first time in a while that night. Seeing her had brought back all those erotic memories, and I thought of her as I masturbated. I moaned her name loudly as my load shot forth from my cock and splashed against my stomach.
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"Come on in Scott" she said, motioning from behind her desk. "I can't believe you came out in this weather" she said, referring to the foot of snow that had fallen overnight. She stood up to greet me and I jumped when I saw her outfit. Tight purple sweater, short black leather skirt, and black high heels. At 40 years old she made many girls half her age look like old ladies. I sat down and we began chatting about the past 5 years of our lives. The conversation was going great, but I couldn't help and stare at her gorgeous body. I looked down at my watch and sighed. "I can't believe a whole hour has passed already" I said, the disappointment in my voice very noticeable.
She looked at her appointment book and said, "Well, my 3 o'clock canceled and that was my last appointment of the day so if you want to stay longer, that's fine with me." I smiled and sat back down. We resumed our talk, bringing up old memories and such. Eventually the conversation turned to relationships. I told her that I had 3 girlfriends in the past 5 years, but none were very serious. She then took our talk in another direction. "What about sex?" she asked, "Did you sleep with these girls?" I shifted in my chair and ran my hand across my face. She could sense that I was uneasy and she stammered, "Y-you don't have to answer that if you don't feel up to it." I swallowed hard and chuckled, "I had sex with all 3 of them" I said. She crossed her legs and spoke again, "Do you masturbate a lot?" she asked. I had no idea my answer would lead to what it did.