Hi, If you are looking for blow by blow descriptions of sex it might be best to go to other author's stories. I like to think that the mind is our greatest sex organ. I try to leave out the graphic details, and then you can use a little imagination.
Suzanne
Finding what she needs
Part 1
I'm a psychiatrist. I have a very small operation. By small, I mean there only just me. No office help, no receptionist, no nothing. I do it by being organized. Office hours are Monday through Thursday, ten am till four pm. I start at nine and do office stuff and look at phone messages. At ten I put the answering machine on and unlock the front door. I only treat women and only those in their twenties or older. Appointment last no more than forty-five minutes and then out the back door she goes. I update my notes on the last patient and by the time the hour hand hits the number twelve the next patient of the day is invited in.
At two I had out for my one-hour lunch. That's a schedule for that also. Monday is a Chinese restaurant. Tuesday is Italian. The Wednesday is American and Thursday I do a salad at the deli in a grocery store. Some may think I'm a bit anal and they may be right. But it works for me.
After lunch I spend an hour doing more office work. The forms for reimbursement from insurance companies or the government are the hardest part of my day. Thankfully some of my patients actually pay for their own treatments. Let's not forget to check the answering machine and make a few phone calls. By now it's time to unlock the doors again and see my last patient for the day. You may think that only five patients a day is not a lot of work but most of them have deep seated issues so I try to offer the best care I can. It's not easy. Sometimes I go home and cry.
At night after I get my feeling back under control, I make my dinner. Friday my schedule will vary I'm not always so anal. Clean house, exercise, maybe visit friends, or meet at a bar or dance club for a laugh or two. I love to go to the theater. Movies and live performances are a great way to relax for a few hours. And every Friday night I would treat myself to a well learned orgasm. Hum...maybe I am more anal I think. No, I'm not that anal. One time I'll use my fingers or maybe a dildo or I might use one of several vibrators I have and I have absolutely no schedule what I'll use or even how. On occasion I may use two or three different appliances. See. I'm not anal.
One of the reasons I do a late lunch is because normally the crowd had dissipated and I can eat in peace. On that particular Thursday every table was being used and all but one had two or three sitting at them. One table had a single guy so I asked if maybe I could join him. He had the nicest smile; he even stood as he welcomed me. He had been reading his phone and it went into his pocket before he even sat down.
I have to admit I normally enjoy eating by myself. But this time was so very pleasant. We had a nice chat about a lot of different topics. I was surprised when my phone announced that my lunch time was over and I had to go back to work. As I stood so did Adam, that's his name, and thanked me for joining him, "Maybe we can do this again some time. I have lunch here quite often."
The next Thursday there he was and even though there were several empty tables I asked if I might sit with him. That was the pattern for the Thursday lunch. Lunch was at the deli with Adam. He was intelligent, had a cheery outlook on life, had an easy sense of humor and had a kind face. Most of all he didn't spend the hour talking about himself. If anything, he spent too much time getting my views on any manner of things.
This went on for several months, our lunches at the deli. When he told me her had to go to New York for a conference I was not pleased. He had become a fixture in my life. But it was just a week, so I bucked up and made do. When he was back the following week my little routine was back under control. After sharing a few stories from his trip, he was asking me more questions and little by little I would tell him things about what I did and how I did what I did. How training and reasoning played their parts in each woman's treatment.
What disturbed me was that during my Friday night masturbation sessions, I had never before had fantasies about another person, male or female. But now visions of Adam would float by, unannounced or called for. What was even worse was I found myself doing it on Thursday nights. This had to stop, right now. I never had those thoughts before and I wasn't sure they were proper. I was perfectly happy without a man in my life.
So I decided I would alter my schedule, the deli would be on Tuesday and the Italian would be moved to Thursday. I had to break the vicious cycle. I couldn't be playing with myself two nights a week. One time was certainly enough, wasn't it?
The problem wasn't solved. Adam was at his table when I walked in on Tuesday. He was beaming when he saw me. With all our talk over the past I had never found out that he had his lunch here twice a week. By the time we had finished eating and talking I had decided that Tuesday and Thursday would be at the deli.
That week I did myself three times. Well actually four because I did it twice on that Tuesday night. This had to stop; Adam was showing up all the time. To break the cycle, I watched some porn on the web Friday night. No luck, as I watched I was wondering how he might look naked. I knew he was in good condition. His t-shirts were tight to his stomach without any beer belly showing. What kept flowing through my thoughts was his penis long or short, fat or skinny, maybe straight or maybe not?
Then I had to ask myself, is he thinking about me at night when he's alone and in bed? I knew he had never been married and was between lady friends. Was he trying to picture me without any clothes on? I knew I was attractive. My gym membership kept me from gaining any real weight. I had been a cheerleader in college and I was less than five pounds from those years. Even my breasts were still firm, with them being small it helped.
Ok it was time to make some decisions. Should I see him on other occasions? Did I want to see him beyond lunch? Did he want to see me? There is only one way to find out right? Just ask and see what the answer is. Being brave in my head was easy. It took me two weeks to finial get the courage to actually do it.
"I have two tickets to Beauty and the Beast. Would you be interested in going? My treat the tickets were given to me." That was kind of a lie. I had bought them from a scalper the day before.
He almost fell out of his chair. "I...I...I...would love to go. Is this a date kind of thing?
"If you like, it could be."
"Could we have dinner together after the show? A friend is the owner of Charles and Judy. He owes me a favor. He said if I ever needed a table, no matter when it would be waiting for me."
Then he paused, "When? The only night I'm busy is tomorrow night."
"Not a problem. These are for Saturday night."
