That night, Stella couldn't sleep. It had indeed been a long, shattering day, and it hadn't left her unaffected. Her thoughts kept spinning, replaying today's event in her head. A tad remorse, she should have resisted it, but she hadn't been able to stop herself. It was unprofessional, it could put her in an immense amount of trouble, it was... making her horny.
The image of Philip sitting there, in front of her. His cock, all hard and erect, how he kept stroking it, the intimacy of the moment, his eyes on her, on her pussy as she was touching herself before him.
She imagined how it would have felt if he instead had been touching her, his hands on her body, caressing her with his lips, his tongue between her legs, his throbbing young cock pushed deep inside of her, her legs around him, pulling him close. She wasn't usually attracted to younger men, but now she caught herself fantasizing about him.
Her pussy was aching, she was wet, again.
She reached down and touched herself. Her experienced fingers easily found their way under her panties, and swept over her tender lips, following the wet slit between them, circled around her clit, massaging it, pressing hard right above it. The soft fabric against the back of her fingers was wet. It had been a very long time since anything had turned her on like this.
No one knew her body better than herself, her technique had been practiced and refined over decades. She kept pleasuring herself, varying both tension and speed as she massaged and caressed her eager pussy. She slid a finger inside, she was warm, wet and her hole was gripping tightly around it. She squirmed, she thrusted against her finger, two.
She rolled over on her stomach and kept rubbing herself from underneath, arching herself, bushing her ass up, as to help whoever would have been behind her to reach deeper inside her. She moaned and reached with her other hand behind her, running her fingers deep in her butt cheek, spreading herself. If Philip would have been behind her now, she would have spread herself wide open for him with both hands.
Philip! She was indeed fantasizing about him, Imagining him behind her, panting, grabbing her, pushing himself in and out of her wet, eager hole, and how she would thrust herself back against him. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted his cock inside of her.
Her hand on her butt reached further back, and she started to massage her tender, tighter rear entrance. That forbidden passage where she hadn't let anyone pass through. None but her own fingers, and she massaged herself there with two of them, circling, pressing, dangerously close to enter inside her. She liked that. And the feeling of mischief was really turning her on. If people only knew what she did to do to herself, alone, in secret.
She was getting close, but she kept resisting it, kept edging herself, she wanted to enjoy her fantasies forever. She knew it was going to hit her any time now, and it was just waiting for an unattended moment, waiting for her to let her guard down.
She kept thrusting and squirming. She was fucking herself with the two fingers in her pussy, pressing her thumb against her clit. The wet sound turned her on more and more, and with her two fingers pressing hard against her tight ass, she was inevitably pushed beyond the point where she could resist it anymore. She didn't want to resist it.
Her body tensed hard and she folded herself twitching as the orgasm erupted, starting in her cramping pussy and rapidly spreading through her legs and stomach.
She clenched her legs hard around her hand. Her ass cheeks squeezed around her fingers. She moaned loudly with her face pushed deep in her pillow.
It felt like it went on for minutes, and when her body eventually relaxed, she could feel her crotch pulsate, and her holes kept clenching.
A feeling of warm calmness spread through her body.
She closed her eyes, and with a feeling of immense relief, she felt the tiredness taking over. Utterly satisfied and with a smile on her face, she fell asleep.
Was she in fact happy?
The two weeks until her next session with Philip felt like forever, but that gave her some time to process it all, even though part of that process still involved vivid fantasies, especially at nights, when she was alone and couldn't resist her own thoughts.
* * *
On the day of Philips' next session, Stella was nervous, and she was mentally preparing herself to meet him. Maybe she was just exaggerating it. Things had run out of hands in their last session, or rather "in their hands", and it sure had made its mark on her, but maybe Philip wasn't as affected by it as she was.
That would probably be for the best, then she could start to process her way out of it, to stop thinking about him, however painful that would be. They got away with it once, and if that was it, perhaps, over time, things would go back to normal.
Now, this wasn't what kept Stella distracted for the rest of the day, instead she couldn't stop thinking about him, the highly arousing sight of him in that chair, stroking himself. Various possible scenarios of today's session kept flashing before her. Images of Philp thrusting inside of her, his panting breaths against her neck, their lips tasting each other.
She had scheduled him at the end of the day, and all day she had this tingling sensation between her legs, and she was wet, really wet.
Philip was waiting in the reception. For the last two weeks, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about Stella, and today he was struggling with mixed emotions, excitement, anticipation, anxiety, nervousness, but above all that, he was immensely aroused.
He almost had a feeling of being outside of himself when Stella finally called for him, and he could almost see himself walking into her office.
"How are you feeling today?" Stella started, just as she used to start any other session.
"I am fine I guess." He made a short pause. "I'm a bit nervous to be honest."
"Honesty is always the best way to go." Stella replied, but even as she said it, she knew she couldn't entirely say she believed those words anymore. Honesty would in fact ruin her life, or at least the scattered remains of it.
Philip had noticed the obvious paradox of what she had said and he smiled.
"How are you feeling Stella?" He asked.
Stella thought hard about how to reply. She couldn't exactly tell him that she was horny, and that she had been looking forward to seeing him.
"I am ok." She summed it up. She was struggling with how to proceed with the session.
"I have missed you." Philip confessed.
Stella's "herself" part of her, was really relieved and happy to hear that, but her professional side was starting to wave the biggest red flag it could find.
"That is, of course, very flattering." She replied.
She had been missing him too, but she obviously couldn't tell him that.
"How have you been since..." Stella's own reference to the last session made her pause.
"... since the last time we met?"
"Fine I guess. I have been thinking about you." Philip continued. And of course this was something they had to talk about. Last session had been totally out of the ordinary, and she realized the inevitable about the subject. Her memories of that episode kept replaying themselves before her.
"Have you told anyone about what happened?" She asked him.
"No, of course not." Philip responded quickly. "That's what we agreed on, right?"
"Yes, we did." Stella nodded.
"Did you tell--" he started.
"No, I didn't tell anyone." Stella answered before he had finished the question.
"Is this what you want to talk about today?" She asked him.
Philip thought for a moment before he answered.
"Yes. Don't you want to talk about it?" He asked her back.
