"That's a pretty bra."
"Oh, thank you. It's ...it's new." I felt a little funny telling him I'd worn my new bra for the appointment, but hey! He'd asked. I think John knew I was still sort of nervous – despite drinking all that special water that Kim gave me when I first came in – and was trying to calm me down.
"And the panties? They..." He flipped up the back of my pleated skirt, which made me giggle, and could see the blue polka dot panties. "Yup. A match. Very nice."
I still felt pretty nervous but I liked that he liked what I had worn. Important to feel very feminine around a man like John.
"My Mom bought them for me – the set I mean. Vic's Secret. I love their things."
John was behind me and kind of massaging my breasts over the bra cups. He'd pulled my little top right off at the start but seemed to be waiting to undo the bra and start his examination.
"Does she surprise you with lingerie often?"
"Yeah, sometimes I mean. Just wants me to look nice I guess. Herself too." I laughed. Mom was a sucker for VS stuff and almost always bought me something nice when she went in for herself. And she still looked great in nice things at the old age of 37.
"And Julian? Does he appreciate that you wear nice things for him?"
"Yes. I mean I think so. He doesn't really mention it often." He was running his thumbs across my nipples. Yikes! They would be erect by now, I could feel it. The polka dot bra was pretty sheer and my nipples really respond easily.
John popped the bra cups over my tits without bothering to unfasten it from behind. He leaned in from behind and with his arms around me cupped each of my small tits in his rather large hands. I felt a ping in my tummy when I saw my girls all covered with his hands – how they disappeared under them. It was nice!
"He should be more sensitive. Girls need that kind of approval."
I moaned out a little "Yes" without trying to sound like too much of a slut. I think the exam was underway now. It could be hard to tell with John. But he was massaging my tits, feeling for the places where he and Janice had found the T-nodes just a few days earlier. He squeezed and played with them for maybe a minute and I just knew the nipples would be like little rocks then.
He released me. "OK. All done. That was easy, no?"
I could feel the pinging directly in the nipples now that the cool office air hit them. "Oh....yeah....very. But what did you...I mean the T-nodes....are they..?"
"Are they still present? Of course, it's only been a couple of days on the GT. I did tell you it would be at least a week, probably two, till we saw improvement. Hopefully next visit I'll feel something different. Did I not tell you two weeks?"
I blushed and stammered. "Oh yeah. Sorry." I was crestfallen. Not just because of the T-nodes but because I'd let him down again. John was a stickler for me remembering everything he told me about the treatment and here I was on my first return visit with totally unrealistic expectations. I liked it a lot more when he was complimenting my undies and just holding my breasts. At least with the breast thing I felt like I was helping him with his science.
John is one of the pioneers in this whole field of T-nodes and how they relate to girl's sexual phobias. So it was definitely an honor to be working with him.
He was walking back behind his desk and I took the bra back down over my breasts before he corrected me. "No, don't bother. Janice will need to check as well. Always a good idea to have 2 sets of eyes on a problem." He laughed. "Or 2 sets of hands I should say. Here let me help you."
Well it's not like I can't take off a bra myself. But then again it's not every day a handsome man offers to do it for you either.
He walked behind me again and this time undid the clasp of the bra so it fell into my hands. He looked over my shoulder at it. "Yes, very pretty." And it was! These skinny little cream colored straps that only work on bras for girls with small boobs, the soft cups that plunged to advantage the disadvantaged (titularly disadvantaged so to speak), the beautiful little lace fringe, the cute little polka dots and the little floral design on the band right in front. When Mom gave it to me I thought Julian would be the first man to see me in it – but I'd put it on for the appointment without thinking. Airhead that I am! Mom got the same set for herself even though her breasts are much larger than mine.
John went to his desk and sat, letting me stand before it with the bra in my hands. I didn't know where to put it.
He let me wait as he made a notation on my record.
"Oh, yes. You can put it on that chair – panties and skirt too of course. Would you like a jonnie?" John was smiling at my discomfiture but in the nicest way, the way he smiles a lot at me. I blushed and nodded yes for the jonnie. I stripped then and put everything neatly on the chair and when I looked up there he was with the jonnie.
I wasn't too surprised by it having gone through this the last time. John helped me tie up the back but still it barely came low enough to cover my pussy, and I knew it would not fully cover my ass. Same as before there were big holes for the arms which left the entire sides of my breasts exposed. But I supposed they needed that access. ('Access' – what a nice word!) Janice had done my physical structures last time, but they probably need to recheck them pretty frequently.
John motioned me to the seat in front of his desk as he went behind it. "So let's begin OK? We have almost the full 2 hours left. Janice will be coming in sometime in the 2nd hour to do some more of the physical work. Special work I need her for. But you and I can do the psych part now. Have a long conversation about things. OK by you?"
I blushed at the word 'psych' but nodded.
"Let's go back to the start then, shall we? All I really know is that Julian doesn't care for your blowjobs. Correct?"
I nodded again and sipped some of the water they always had nearby for me.
"So our job, together, is to find out where that problem comes from and fix it. Right?"
I nodded. He was looking through the notes from my last visit, the visit where I'd read the phone notes in which John had suggested, somewhat indelicately I thought, that I had failed at fellatio. My little mantra of 'failed fellatrix' came back to me. It even somehow made me smile. "Failed Fellatrix Finds Failure Funny" read the headline. Plus John had said 'together', which I loved. That we'd fix the problem together.
"Hmmm. From what you told me last time he's never bothered to train you in any way. I mean train you for sucking cock. Right?"
I nodded again but was confused. Is it just me or do all girls find the way men talk confusing? "I mean he didn't, you know, 'train' train me I guess. I think he just thought I would know how."
"Yes. I suppose he did. But then where would you have learned if not from him? Did you ever suck off a guy before him?"
