AUTHOR'S NOTE: This continues this series of Anita Tremblay, 62, and her young physical therapist. This chapter contains scenes of playful female domination, lesbian sex, creampie eating, snowballing, golden showers and strap-on use.
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I was missing Juan. A lot.
The 25-year-old muscular, dark-skinned and incredibly handsome and well-endowed Latino physical therapist had been my constant for months. At 62, after enduring years of grinding bone-on-bone hip pain, I finally underwent successful hip-replacement surgery - and very successful and beautifully satisfying physical therapy with Juan, the most gracious, thoughtful and proficient lover a woman could hope for. He would come to my house regularly and service me in ways far beyond ordinary therapeutic methods.
We'd done things, so, so many things that I'd hardly ever dreamed about, or dared to, things that took me to sexual heights I never thought possible. He used his incredible oral skills, that magic tongue, lips and mouth bringing me to thigh-quivering orgasm, his fingers, long and slender, flicking their way into my sexual soul, engaging in anal sex - his and mine - and naughtier things like golden showers.
It was all so raw yet romantic, powerful yet gentle, animalistic yet loving. Juan made me better. And made me a better lover as well. How I missed him.
After years of being ignored by my executive husband, and sleeping in separate rooms, Juan's entry into my life, and other parts of me, was a blessing. But now it appeared to be over. My treatment was complete, the insurance benefits dried up, my heart breaking as I watched him leave that last, lustful day we were together. He promised he would be back, free of charge, as a friend, not a vendor of medical services. But it had been a week since then. A long week, that stretched into a seeming forever.
Then one day, he called.
"Where have you been?" I demanded, regretting the tone of desperation, then tempering it with "I mean...how have you been?"
He laughed, that lovely, light, lilting laugh that always put me at ease. I could almost see his dark eyes flashing.
"My friend, my dear Mrs. Tremblay, I've been very, very busy!"
"With...other female clients?" I said with a bitter tentativeness.
"My, Mrs. Tremblay, jealousy isn't a pretty emotion ordinarily," he said. "But on you, it's quite, quite sexy. On you, everything is quite, quite sexy."
I sighed, smiling. The boy knew how to charm, that's for sure.
"I've left my physical therapy group, and have formed my own," he said. "It's something I've always wanted to do, and it's been in the works for many months."
"Really?" I asked. "I didn't...why didn't you tell me? Not that it's any of my business, of course..."
"Well it is, actually, but I wanted to make sure I got it off the ground first," he said. "And one of my first orders of business is getting new clients, clients I've been seeing for awhile. And you, lovely lady, you are my first potential new client!"
"Potential?" I laughed, relaxed now. "No potential, dear boy, it is a reality!"
We talked easily and fluidly, as always, Juan filling me in on what he's been doing, trying to grow the business before it started, lining up clients, making appointments and hiring other therapists.
"I've hired a few select ones, very well trained, very skilled," he said. "One in particular I would like to bring with me, to see you!"
"Oh my," I said. "Is he anything like you?"
"No, not at all, in fact she is quite different from me!" he laughed.
My jaw dropped.
"She? It's a..she's a ..." I stammered. "Juan, you naughty boy! You were toying with me weren't you?"
"A little," he laughed. "Her name is Svetlana, a Russian woman, a young woman,
very good at what she does."
"Is she as good as you?" I growled.
"Oh my, Mrs. Tremblay, in what way do you mean?" he laughed.
I froze, realizing what I'd just said made it sound like I wanted to be with a woman. Which in reality, was something I'd always fantasized about but never had the courage to act upon.
"Oh, no...no not...well, I didn't mean in THAT way, Juan, I meant, honestly I meant as a therapist, I..." I blabbered. "I didn't mean..."
"Hmm, didn't you?" he asked softly, voice thick and sexy and low. "Mrs. Tremblay, I am learning more about you all the time...you like the idea of a female therapist working on you, perhaps a female therapist and...myself, working on you..."
I gulped. Again, he read me perfectly.
"Uh, Juan, I...ummm, I mean...I don't..."
"Mrs. Tremblay, we've always been wonderfully honest with one another," that sexy voice continued. "Why stop now? I think we've opened the door to sexual adventure with you, and this...Svetlana and I, well that's just another logical step, isn't it? You strike me as a woman who likes to explore new things, at least that's been my wonderful experience with you..."
I blushed, smiling shyly, holding the phone away and looking at it, shaking my head. And knowing he was right.
"Juan, Juan, my Juan, you understand me so well," I laughed. "Honestly, I...I have always..."
"But never have," he finished for me. "Until now. Until tomorrow at 1 p.m."