Reluctant But Not Invisable

Reluctant but not invisible

Vanessa was attracted to her new doctor, professionally and sexually. Feeling invisible, she enjoyed Doctor Love's charm and mutual attraction. Her new doctor's prescription of sexual therapy still came as a shock, her mind and body in ethical conflict as she anguished over the Practice's intimate services. Her reluctance spawned a series of erotic fantasies that provided an unexpected focus for her eventual treatment.

Why on earth did I wait eight years? I enjoyed my story almost as much as the therapy. Thank you both. Vanessa :)

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I fumbled in the dim light for my phone on the bedside table, sighing with frustration as it came to life to display one in the morning. Closing my eyes only permitted my thoughts to foolishly drift to the Practice and fantasies about Doctor Love's sexual therapy.

I regret my moral decision last week. Why hadn't I been impulsive and adventurous enough to seize the chance for some intimate fun? But it was immoral and so wrong. Was I that desperate? Those taboo feeling for my new doctor were all I could think about, weakening my resistance for some self-pleasure.

I finally admitted to myself his prescribed treatment had been tempting. But the illicit cravings for Doctor Love still tormented my mind and frustrated body as I tossed and turned alone in bed. 'We shouldn't. Please don't,' I softly begged into the stillness of the night as my hand slipped down over the silky-smooth fabric of my nightdress.

I lifted the hem and felt a hint of wetness in the crotch of my matching panties. 'Oh God, you're my doctor,' I softly moaned at his image in the darkness, not wanting Chloe to hear my sounds of frustration in the next room.

It was hopeless. A wet throbbing heat between my legs had ignited with the memory of Doctor Love's heart-melting smile and sensual blue eyes. Masturbating helps, relieving the yearning every night since my last appointment. Lying in bed, hands roaming over my breasts and between my legs to seek the relief that my own personal sex therapist could have been providing.

My hand glided mindlessly over the sheer fabric to cup a breast, fingers pushing into the soft yielding flesh. 'Please don't,' I gasped feeling my nipples hardening and pulsing against my palm, imagining it was his soft and warm hand.

I made a half-hearted attempt to wriggle away from his intimate caress. 'Oh, Doctor Love. We shouldn't,' I whispered.

Everything about Doctor Love turns me on but I had to resist. 'Stop, please. I've changed my mind,' I quietly moaned, despite the relief as the throbbing hardness of a nipple was consumed by his moist and eager lips.

My back arched involuntarily against the mattress, helplessly thrusting more flesh at Doctor Love's handsome face. 'Enough, enough,' I quietly begged at my imaginary lover.

My fingers clutched at his short greying hair as his tongue swirled across the rosy peak. 'Please stop,' I whispered, my hand trying to pull his face away with a weakening conviction.

I visualised his teeth raking over the sensitive flesh as I pinched my nipple through the flimsy material. 'You're hurting me,' I gasped, but it felt so good.

My pussy throbbed and moistened, defiantly begging attention. 'Oh God, we can't,' I softly whimpered as my panties were roughly pulled down to below my knees.

I swallowed a knot of lust with the image of Doctor Love's firm grip on my thighs as I squeezed them together. 'I don't want you to fuck me,' I lied unconvincingly as his knees worked my legs apart.

Feigning my futile attempts to strain against him just made me hornier and wetter. 'Please let me go,' I begged as my hand mindlessly slipped between my parted thighs.

I whimpered as a single fingertip slowly drifted through the slick furrow of my inflamed folds. 'I don't want . . .,' my protest trailing off as my moistened finger tracing the path of his talented tongue over my intimate pink flesh and aroused clit.

I was soon softly moaning, lost in the moment as I masturbated. 'Oh . . . Doctor Love,' I gasped as my slippery fingers strummed my raised bud.

I stifled a moan, concerned at disturbing my daughter as two fingers slid palm deep into my sensitive internal flesh. Rolling over, I moaned into the pillow. My thrusting fingers becoming a blur, replaced with the image of my doctor's cock violating the pink velvet flesh. I was at his mercy and couldn't resist anymore. My other hand relinquished a breast to burrow to my mound, its knowing fingers caressing my painfully throbbing clit.

My eyes widened at how soon he brought me to the edge of an illicit climax. 'You're going to make me cum,' I groaned at Doctor Love's handsome image pressed against my face.

I bucked and writhe against my palm as the orgasm overwhelmed me. Biting my lower lip, I grimaced into the pillow as my whole body seized and then shook violently. A series of quick-firing orgasms left me trembling and breathless, finally lifting my face to gasp for air as aftershocks cursed through my body.

I rolled onto my back, the aching feeling in my pussy released and basking in the wonderful warm afterglow of a satisfied need . . .

I smiled to myself feeling the warm buzz of satisfaction. 'Vanessa?' A voice from the darkness suddenly interrupting my state of utter bliss.

My heavy eyes fluttered open to see someone standing in front of me holding a silver try. 'I thought you'd like some shortbread with your coffee,' she said.

My eyes blinked, feeling flushed and my panties uncomfortably wet. 'Oh . . . I'm sorry. I was miles away,' I sighed, realising I'd only been daydreaming about last night. I returned Maddisyn's infectious smile and thanked her.

Maddisyn manages the Practice and looks after the Guests before their appointment with Doctor Love. I first met the young and attractive brunette several weeks ago when she gave me a tour of the exclusive boutique medical centre for women. I should image she'd only be in her mid-20's and only a few years older than my daughter.

The Practice is a beautifully restored double-story terrace house with a wrought iron fence and a veranda with a patterned tile floor. The historic features are amazing and even more gorgeous inside. Every room is furnished with lovely antique furniture and furnishings. No wonder it's expensive. But it's lovely being their Guest and I deserved a little luxury. It hasn't been easy running an accounting business and looking after Chloe since Trevor left us.

Maddisyn placed the tray on the antique coffee table opposite me, sitting on one of the two luxurious couches nestled in front of the white marble fireplace. 'Are you feeling okay?' She asked a little concerned.

'I'm fine. Thank you. Just a few restless nights lately,' I smiled, not entirely honest.

My new doctor's proposal of sexual therapy last visit shocked me. I'm not that gullible. He's my doctor for God's sake! It wasn't even a doctor patient affair and that would have been bad enough. Doctor Love was offering me sex to put it bluntly. How many other Guests were having his so-called sexual therapy? It was wrong for so many reasons.

But why did my new doctor have to be so gorgeous? I was torn, my mind and body in conflict during those sleepless nights of self-pleasure. He's charming and ever so attractive for an older man. The image of Doctor Love's toned and athletic body hidden under his three-piece suit and my playing hands just weren't enough. I lectured myself on how inappropriate it was. But my body wasn't listening and here I am in the Sitting Room, waiting to see him.

'Enjoy your coffee. Doctor Love can see you when you're ready,' she smiled before returning to her desk at the other end of the room.

Maddisyn's lovely with a natural beauty that comes with youth, needing little makeup and with gorgeous dark loosely curled hair cascading to beneath her shoulders. You couldn't help but notice how smooth and toned her legs looked in a mid-thigh skirt and heels as she walked to her desk. I used to turn heads like Maddisyn.

My confidence took a hit when Trevor left me for a woman almost half my age. I discovered they'd been having an office affair for months. It was over eight years ago that I caught them in the store room. Crissy was bent over with her pussy full of Trevor's cock and his trousers around his ankles. Not only did I lose a husband, she was my best accountant!

Since then it's just been Chloe, me and the business. Chloe was only 13 at the time and running a business on my own left little time for anything that remotely resembled a social life. There simply wasn't enough time to complicate things with a relationship. My own fingers and a few toys helped but were always a poor substitute. Then I met Doctor Love.

I started seeing Doctor Love for a silly reason, really. Trevor leaving me for a much younger women had played on my mind ever since. I just couldn't understand it. Even now in my late 40's I still felt a young woman with a toned figure most women my age could only wish for. I've always enjoyed second glances. That changed recently on one of our morning runs.

I thought I looked great in my compression tights and a short tank top, proudly displaying a commitment to a healthy lifestyle. A couple of guys ran past, obviously checking out my beautiful daughter. I couldn't blame them really. Chloe is stunning and I remember those looks they gave her in my early 20's. Both of them being old enough to be Chloe's father is what really hurt!

The initial counselling with my new doctor was wonderful. I'd become invisible, so I discovered. I'd heard about it but didn't think it would happen so soon. Doctor Love didn't make me feel invisible. Quite the opposite, actually. I felt flattered noticing the interest in his eyes as they discretely roaming over my body as we talked, even a little aroused under his warm sensual gaze. He is ever so charming and handsome for a man in his late 50's.

The shorter the skirt and lower the top, the more blatant Doctor Love's interest became. I don't know who was more excited by my little game. I'd never enjoyed doctor's visits so much, leaving me feeling a little frustrated at being his patient. Proposing sexual therapy was still a shock! Not that sex with my doctor hadn't entertained my mind. I'd masturbated myself to sleep more often than I'd like to admit since our first session.

I ended the visit and cancelled my appointments before leaving the Practice. Even before arriving home, I was regretting my hasty decision. It took me a week to work up the nerve but I made the call. I couldn't help but feel anxious, a mixture of nerves, excitement, and arousal as I enjoyed my coffee and the ambience of the Sitting Room while waiting for Doctor Love's therapy.

'Would you like help with your hair and makeup?' Maddisyn offered with an angelic smile as she collected the silver tray.

I enjoy our time together before seeing Doctor Love. 'That would be lovely,' I answered, returning her smile.

I thought it strange when Maddisyn first offered, despite her mentioning she'd worked in the spa and beauty industry. It just seemed like part of the impeccable service before but it was so obvious now. Still, I am a little surprised about Maddisyn. She's lovely, with a quiet and innocent demeanour. There wasn't the slightest hint of anything untoward going on.

'Use the Guest Lounge to change and freshen up and I'll join you after taking care of this,' she mentioned before taking the tray back to the kitchenette behind her desk.

I picked up my shoulder bag and left for the lounge to get changed. It's another gorgeous room off the Sitting Room for Guests to enjoy. A white antique dressing table has a large ornate mirror to sit at for grooming and makeup. There's also a spa bath set in a wrap-around window with a view of a private court yard garden and a separate room for a massage.

I'd come straight from work and had a change of clothing with me. What do you wear to sexual therapy? I finally bought a sleeveless dress that hugged the curves of my body, leaving nothing to imagination. I got dressed and checked out my look in the mirror and rolled my eyes at the reflection. The hem was an enticing high-thigh length and my legs looked stunning in high-heels. I unbuttoned one too many buttons, offering an intimate view of my breasts ballooning in a new white lacey bra.

There was a gentle knock at the door and Maddisyn entered. 'How do I look?' I asked, turning to meet her widening eyes and mouth paused open.

I waited anxiously as Maddisyn made a tour of my body before meeting my inquiring gaze. 'Amazing,' she simply replied in a single lengthened word.

I smiled at Maddisyn's reaction. 'Not too short?' I grinned, turning around.

'I hope I have legs like yours at your age,' she grinned back.

'Apparently I'm at the invisible age?' I scoffed.

'I'm always excited to see you,' Maddisyn answered a little impishly.

'Guys aren't anymore. Young girls like you and my daughter catch their eye now,' I sighed.

Maddisyn softly laughed, almost to herself. 'Then they must be blind. I know Doctor Love's happy to see you,' she added, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

'Yes, I've noticed,' I answered, maybe too dreamily. 'But he's my doctor,' I quickly added.

My hasty clarification brought a coy smile to her face. 'Have a seat and I'll make you even more beautify for Doctor Love. Keep those thighs together or you'll give us both a bigger thrill than intended,' she added in a surprisingly un-Maddisyn like comment.

I sat on the chair in front of the dressing table and crossed my legs, causing the dress to ride up ridiculously high. Maddisyn sat opposite on a makeup stool and we both laughed at my futile attempt to pull the hem down. She positioned herself to the side so I could see my reflection in the mirror and started doing my makeup.

Maddisyn's risqué comments were soon entertaining my mind. 'No panties to get excited about?' I smiled, a little aroused at the salacious discussion.

Maddisyn's eyes seemed to enjoy roaming my thighs and finally settled on mine. 'Plenty to get excited about but not a glimpse of panties,' she finally confirmed, sending a shiver down my spine.

I didn't manage to disguise a slightly nervous smile. My mind began to ponder Maddisyn's comments as she did my makeup. Maddisyn had to know about the sexual therapy. But was she gay as her innuendos hinted? I wasn't into women but there was just something attractive about her. Maybe I was enjoying our time together a little more than I thought.

I held Maddisyn's innocent gaze as she outlined my lips with a lip pencil and applied a lipstick I liked. My mind soon wandered into unchartered thoughts. Her comments were probably just a little flirtatious teasing but it did little to dampen the curiosity that was weaving through my body. Maddisyn handed me a tissue, interrupting my thoughts and I blotted my lips as she moved behind me and did my hair.

'How does that look?' She asked my reflection, looking pleased as she applied hairspray.

'Wonderful. Thank you so much,' I exclaimed, standing and turning around to gaze at the sexy look in the mirror.

My reaction brought a smile to her reflected face. 'Doctor Love will be pleased,' she commented.

'I never thought I'd be getting dressed up to see a doctor,' I softly laughed.

'Many Guests do. They like looking their best and I love helping them,' she replied while tidying up.

I continued to check out my look and I noticed Maddisyn starting to return to the Sitting Room. 'Oh Maddisyn, thank you,' I called out, catching her attention. 'I love your help as well,' I added with an appreciative smile.

Maddisyn paused with her hand on the door handle. 'I'm glad you decided to come back. I hope you enjoy your therapy,' she added, her playful smile and knowing gaze betraying her innocent persona.

I left by the other door that opened to the passageway from the entry hall to Doctor Love's suite at the back of the building. Self-doubts resurfaced at what was unfolding. I knew it was wrong but it felt so exciting. Didn't I deserve a little fun? The other sessions were filled with exploration and arousal but this session promised satisfying a desire and a need.

I paused as I approach the suite, my fine lace panties already moist and reminded myself to breath. I entered and my high-heels striking the polished floorboards aroused Doctor Love's attention. He was at his desk and turned to meet may gaze. My pussy throbbed at the sight of his gorgeous welcoming smile and a silent pause filled the air as I stood waiting.

My nipples tightened with the thought of his hands following the path of his eyes. 'Like my outfit?' I nervously offered.

'It's lovely and it looks even more beautiful on you,' he softly commented, causing a smile to soften my anxious face.

'Charmer,' I thought but I never tire of his flattery even when obviously over-the-top. 'Just something special to wear to sexual therapy,' I smiled teasingly as I made my way to a couch.

The décor of the suite is so lovely and elegant, providing an intimate setting unlike any other doctor's consulting room. There's a marble fireplace flanked on either side by matching plush couches with soft cushions. An elaborate chandelier is suspended from the ceiling and heritage furniture and lovely table lamps added to the atmosphere. Even Doctor Love's large antique wooden desk didn't look out of place.

I recalled Maddisyn's advice as I sat on the couch, crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs together. I gazed at Doctor Love's face as he sat opposite, loving how his warm sensual eyes drifted over my silky-smooth legs. The longer they roamed, the more aroused I became. My pussy moistened as I patiently waited and I'm sure I was blushing.

My doctor's eyes finally settled on mine. 'Surprised to see me again?' I smiled.

Doctor Love opened his mouth to answer, then hesitated thoughtfully. 'I'm pleased you decided to come back,' he tactfully replied with a coy smile.

'Maddisyn said the same,' I mentioned, my panties feeling uncomfortable wet as I pressed my thighs together.

'A change of mind about the sexual therapy?' He inquired, his smile widening.

I drew a deep breath, stealing a moment to think. 'I don't know what my mind really wants,' I finally sighed.

Doctor Love gave me an inquisitive gaze. 'But you're here?' He prompted.

My arousal was obvious. 'I've been masturbating myself silly since you mentioned the sexual therapy, even dreaming and fantasising about it,' I offered with the confidence that came from earlier frank and personal, often intimate conversations.

I've never felt embarrassed no matter how sexually explicit our discussions were. It's actually liberating and a relief sharing my feelings with Doctor Love. He's so easy to talk with and It helps getting lost in those dreamy blue eyes and melting at that gorgeous smile he keeps flashing at me.

Doctor Love paused with his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. 'Your dreams and fantasises, tell me about them,' he commenced counselling.

'Your proposed treatment was a shock but I later regret cancelling my appointments. Even a little sexually frustrated, the more I thought about it,' I commenced.

I explained how I felt, my body and mind in conflict about the sexual therapy. I was consumed with arousal and guilt and struggled to come to grips with what was proposed. I'd never done anything so naughty. It was wrong for so many reasons but my body couldn't be persuaded otherwise. I describe my nightly fantasy of resisting and finally submitting to Doctor Love's advances and sexual whims as I played with myself.

'Did you feel sexually violated?' He asked.

'Not rape if that's what you mean,' I answered. 'There's never any violence, just passive resistance. More like wanting to have sex but not actively engaging in it and then giving in, if that makes any sense?' I added.