This is my first foray into writing for the public at large. I'm terribly nervous about how it will be received but I believe it's rather good. I would love to hear your feedback so please leave a comment or rating after you're done. The best way to get me to write more...is to tell me to write more in a comment.
All characters that engage in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
Taking what I write as personal life advice is a do it at your own peril kind of thing. As always, the best advice for relationships is to talk with your significant other.
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The attractive, if a bit old, couple glanced at each other nervously on the couch. It's amazing how much a long term couple can communicate in just a glance. "That's an odd request, but whatever." The woman had said in the glance. The man had responded, "I agree but it seems harmless."
The man shrugged and held out his left hand to his wife. The gold ring on his finger was faded from its original luster and stuck in place. In more ways than one, the ring represented their marriage. The woman smiled for the first time that day and entwined her hand in his. They both turned to the man they had come to see, sitting at a desk in front of them.
The office they were in wasn't anything remarkable on the surface. There was a plush black leather couch for guests where the couple was now seated. Across from the couch and in the center of the room towards the back wall was an imposing mahogany desk. Behind the desk there was a wide window that let in the harsh California sun. To the side was an area sectioned off with privacy screens. Along the walls were book cases and end tables with various Zen gardens or calming knickknacks placed on top like those steel balls that bounce back and forth. Potted small trees, ferns and ivy plants were also placed along the walls and on top of the various cabinets and tables. The walls themselves were adorned with various pieces of artwork ranging from the abstract to the realist. The room screamed Zen.
The decor was meant to calm and relax as well as to open up the minds of people who entered. There was enough to look at as to be distracting while you tried to process thoughts and emotions. It looked and felt like any therapists office. The sign out front even said "The Last Straw, Life and Couple's Counseling". It wasn't a big sign. In fact, it wasn't even a sign if you didn't count white stenciling on the glass door that led to the office as a sign.
Despite the office being in the middle of a retail complex with a dozen different businesses, none of whom you would recognize without having been there before, the therapist inside was the most revered of any in a fifty mile radius. He didn't advertise nor did he promote his business in any way whatsoever. He just wanted to help people. Apparently those whom he had helped agreed and spread the word. His small practice was booked solid for the next six months.
The therapist in question, James Howell, steepled his fingers as he watched the couple on his couch. He carefully studied the man who had introduced himself as Anthony Kevin. He was probably in his early forties and didn't try to hide that fact. He was white with moderately tanned skin, tall, nearly six foot, fit and carried the stomach paunch all men are forced to deal with eventually. He still had all of his black hair though it was graying at the sides considerably. His eyes were wide set and gray with the beginnings of crow's feet along the edges. He styled his hair simply and short without an obvious part. He was clean shaven and wore a sharp business casual polo shirt and dress slacks.
He had a strong brow and chin that complemented his larger than normal nose well. He had an easy smile and his wife would say he had an incredible ass, firm and muscular. If she ever managed to give a compliment, that is.
James turned his gaze to the woman, Cynthia Kevin. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties but she obviously took good care of herself so it could mean she was anywhere from thirty to fifty. She was a good deal shorter than her husband, around five foot four inches. She was also white and slim. Her body was well toned all around and even if you looked you couldn't find a spare pound of fat on her. She should know, she scoured herself in her full body mirror every morning looking for some.
She had brown hair originally but it was dyed blonde in streaks out from the roots that blended well and turned to soft alternating beige's and gold's. Her face was cute, angular and sharp with high cheek bones that complimented her bright blue eyes and radiant smile. She was wearing make-up but it was so subtle you wouldn't even know it was there. It brought out her eyelashes, high cheek bones and smoothed out her blemishes. It was perfectly done.
She was wearing a white silk sleeveless blouse with a brown sweater shawl wrap on her shoulders and to her side. Neither did anything to hide her above average low D cup breasts. Her tan slacks hugged her hips and showed off her nicely proportioned straight body type where her waist was only slightly smaller than her hips. Both men in the room would agree her butt was soft, not overly large, but definitely nice.
A full five minutes passed with James simply staring at the married couple. Neither one seemed to mind. Both had gotten lost in James's soft aqua colored eyes. James was a man who everyone described one way, attractive. He has soft brown hair he had let grow out enough to give drill sergeants migraines but not enough to be considered a hippy. His hair flowed in gentle waves and gave off that tousled look so emulated by everyone. It really wasn't due to any effort on James's part. He just woke up and put a comb through his hair once or twice and he came out looking like a model. He was oblivious to how jealous that made others.
He had a face perfectly proportioned with still having a strong jaw, wide cheek bones and a gentle, welcoming and soft face. He could charm the boots off of a homeless man with a smile and easy assurances or the panties off a grown mother of two with just a wink. He was tall, a bit over six feet with broad, muscular shoulders and chest. He was fit and in shape not because he wanted to be, but because he felt he had to be and thus exercised religiously. He had thick, strong and muscular hamstrings and calves from biking, running and hiking. His ass was the kind of artwork where gay men and straight women would bite their hands trying to keep from crying out at the glory they witnessed.
James was also only twenty six, younger than most of the people he counseled.
Anthony snapped out of his daze and scowled angrily at James, "This seems like an awful waste of our time and money. We've paid five thousand dollars to have you just stare at us holding hands."
James sighed in response. People always bitched about the money.
"I charge that much because I only have one session per couple. That's all I need if they do what I say. I do it so that people that come here are serious in their desire to fix their problems," James explained in a slightly gravelly, medium deep voice. It was the kind of voice that gave the impression of masculine purring or a motorcycle idling gently.
