I had an X-Ray of my lower back today.  The technician was a very attractive woman about 15 years younger than me.  The X-Ray Lab was packed.  Aren’t they always?  I had to wait about 20 minutes past my appointment time to get called.  The technician put me in the X-Ray room, handed me a Johnny and told me to put it on.  She was obviously in a hurry and returned while the Johnny was above my head.  My blue boxers exposed to the air.  I really didn’t mind and felt a bit amused by it.

The conversation was easy.  About how hard she worked but she seemed to genuinely like her job.  She asked about me, my injury, my work.  She said I would be more comfortable taking the pictures standing versus lying on the table.  I agreed when she asked for it, although this was such a rare occurrence for me I had no idea what would be more comfortable.

Then she began positioning me.  More specifically my hips.  Her hands gently framed my hips , her fingertips crept into the tender area of my abdomen.  Did she have any idea?  She stood close behind me guiding my hips this way and that, taking 5 or 6 X-Rays.  Now I was glad I was wearing the Johnny.  Now there was something private to hide.

Her hands were gentle, her fingertips expertly laid on me.  I reacted to her touch.  I wonder if she had any idea.  We chatted.  She complimented me.  Called me smart.  Was it possible that she was flirting with me?  I was putty in her hands.  Please leave your hand there a little longer, I thought.  Please move it a little closer.  May I kiss you?  I wondered if my excitement showed as she disappeared behind the curtain, telling me to hold my breath.  Another shot, another positioning but soon it was over as quickly as it started.  People in the waiting room.  Wait while she checks the X-Rays.

Tempted to remove the Johnny.  To show her the results of her professional training on my clearly unprofessional body.  But reason prevents me.  Instead I hope all the X-Rays come out blurry and I have to get more.  Likely, though, that I will never see her again. The thought depresses me yet I will focus on the thrill.  I’m so easy.

Her name was Binita and she was from India.  More specifically, her parents were from India and she was born there, but she moved to this country when she was under two.  Her problem as she described it was a bad feeling about her body and about sex in general.  At 24 she was still a virgin and, in fact, had never had a serious relationship with a man or boy.

“So Binita, would you consider yourself a shy person?”

“I would say I’m on the shy side although mostly in social situations with men.  I do fine at my job or when I was in school but if I am alone with a man I tense up and become overwhelmed with the feeling that at some point, that man will want to touch me or see my body.”  In truth she didn’t have a bad looking body although she dressed in baggy clothes that didn’t complement her body.  Her skin was magnificent; blemish free and chocolate brown.

“Whenever I’m in an intimate situation with a man I become overwhelmed with this thought of what will happen if he wants to become more intimate.  Once I actually jumped when a man put his arm around me and I wasn’t expecting it.”

“And how did he respond when you did that?”

“Well, he took his arm away and even though I apologized there was no touching for the rest of the date and he never called me again after that date.”  She showed no sign of any accent.  Perhaps a bit of residual tone – slightly higher than a second generation American – but her words were pronounced impeccably.

“How far have you actually gone with a man?  Have you kissed a man?  Made out with a man?  Let him touch your body?  What about girlfriends?”

“I’ve kissed men – sometimes for a sustained period – but never let them touch my body.  There have been a few times when I would have let them touch my body but they didn’t take advantage of my willingness.”

Well, I’m sure that had to do with the signals you are giving off when you are with them.  Would you like to feel more comfortably around men, improve your confidence, and better understand the signals you give off?”

“Yes, very much.”  I got up from my chair and walked around behind hers.  I put my hands on her shoulders and felt her neck tighten up as I did.

“Try to relax.”  I began to massage her neck and shoulders lightly.  She continued to tense her muscles.  “I assume this is the way you always dress.   These clothes look two sizes too big.  And too many layers.  Aren’t you hot in all these clothes?  Why don’t you take off your sweater?”  She didn’t respond.  She seemed frozen.  Stiff, silent, in spite of my attempts to relax her neck muscles.

“I’m going to take off your sweater.  Please try to relax.”  It was a pullover and I slowly lifted it from the bottom rolling it over her ample breasts and pulled first one arm. Then her head, then the final arm through the material.   Under the sweater she wore a flowered blouse made of some synthetic material looking like silk but considerably thicker.  I could see a white cotton slip under her blouse and there was undoubtedly a bra under that.  She wore a long woolen skirt that dipped below her knees.  Rather thick stockings or yoga pants were under that.

“I have a bed in the adjoining room.  I’d like to go in there with you and just cuddle for a while.  Is that okay with you?”  She paused for a minute.

“Yes. I guess that would be okay.”

“Well, I would like for you to take off your blouse and your skirt before we do.  Correct me if I’m wrong but you would still be wearing pants and a fully covered top.”

“Yes, but I can’t do that.  I would feel naked.”

“Alright, let’s go lie down.”  I led her into the adjoining room and got into the bed before her.  I encouraged her to climb in and she was obviously shy, getting in tenuously.  I positioned her so that she was lying on her side facing away from me and I spooned her from behind.  My lower hand fit under her waist and my upper arm surrounded her upper torso.  My bicep crossed her breast and my hand held hers just above her other breast.  I gave her a one armed squeeze, pressing her breasts with my arm and hers.  I lowered my head against the back of her neck.

“You understand that the purpose of this is to make you feel more comfortable with intimacy.”  She nodded but I could feel the tension in her whole body.  She had an interesting aroma.  Like no other woman I had ever been with.  Probably due to her diet.  I wanted to taste her skin.  I moved my lips against her neck.

“In our next session I want you to take off your clothes before we cuddle.  I want you to learn to feel comfortable about your own body.  I want you to appreciate the beauty of your nudity.  You do have a beautiful body, you know.“  I gave her another squeeze and pressed my lips on her neck.

“I don’t know if I can do that.”  My lips began to kiss her naked neck, tasting her sweet spicy brown skin.

“You must.  If you want to get better.  If you prefer, I can bring in another man but you must learn to be naked in front of men.  You must learn about the power that your body wields over men.  You must achieve some comfort with your sexual side.

“I’m just not sure.”

“Today I will let you get away with it but not in the future.  Next time you will be required to get naked in front of me.  I will promise to keep your virginity intact – at least until we have talked about the possibility of taking it.  That, of course, won’t be necessary, but undressing and showing me your naked body will be required.  Think about that and plan for it.”  She remained quiet.

After a time, I could feel her responding to our cuddling.  Her whole body was beginning to shake.  I cuddled her closer, kissing her neck, nuzzling her thick black hair.  Her aroma, her closeness, the shivering of her warm body, all intoxicating me.  I soothed her with my arms, pressing against her back, squeezing her.  We lay like that until the end of the session.  Got up, got dressed.

“Will I see you next week, Binita?”

“Yes.”

(New Readers: Lena’s sessions start here)

“Hi Doctor.  How are you today?”  Lena shook my hand and immediately invaded my space, moving her body right in close to mine.  I didn’t mind.  Taking in her aroma was like fresh based bread.  No, it was like the fresh scent of flowers in the spring.  No, it was her.  The warm heat of her smooth flesh emanating an odor that surrounded her like a cocoon, and enveloped me in its sweet, soft arms.

Today, I expected to fuck her and so everything this gorgeous nymphomaniac dished out today, I was willing to accept.  I hoped it would lead her to a better understanding of her behavior but I had also got caught up in the fantasy.  All week I had been thinking about her.  Letting my imagination get away from me.  Letting my erection grow under my naked self as I went to bed.  Sometimes having to relieve the pressure that built up within.  These were good releases.  Strong releases.

Realizing that I showed no intention of moving away from her, she pressed her body against me.  I felt an electric shock as her breasts squeezed themselves against my chest.  Her arms slithered around the small of my back.  My cock was already hard and it pressed against the rounded flesh of her abdomen.

“Are you going to make love to me today, Doctor?  You’ve hinted at it.  You seem ready.”  Her eyes pointed downward.   I was aware of every movement of her body.  Arms, breasts, stomach, legs – all moving just slightly making my insides shudder.  Her blonde hair fell across my neck.  Its softness was startling yet soothing.

“Well, Lena, I occasionally use it as part of my therapy.  I sometimes find that it helps a client make progress toward understanding their behavior.”

“Well you’ll have to stop the mumbo jumbo talk if you want a piece of this.”  She took a step back and pushed one strap over her shoulder, then the other.  Her dress fell to the floor, revealing her black matching see-through bra and panties.  Why is it that seeing a breast or a pussy in a shadow, fully exposed but slightly disguised is so much hotter than the naked truth?

“You should be telling me how beautiful I am and how much you want me.”  She had one hand on her hip and was swaying her body, flaunting her perfect figure in front of me.  “If you think I’m so easy that you don’t have to romance me, you are mistaken.  I want the romance just like any other girl.”  She moved forward putting her outstretched hand on my chest.  She pushed me back into my chair until I was seated.  She then straddled me.

“Well, what have you got to say for yourself?”  She reached behind her and started to remove her bra.  Her hips were moving across my thighs rubbing against my extended cock.

“Do you always get the romance you want?  Could you stop yourself now if you wanted to?”

“Of course I could stop.”  She leaned forward and pressed her naked breasts against my chest.  Her mouth hovered over my ear while her hair tickled my cheek.  “Do you really want me to stop?  I feel something down here that tells me you want to continue.”  Her hand was rubbing my swollen cock which was feeling terribly cramped inside my pants.

Her wet lips kissed me just below my ear, then on my neck.  Her hands worked at my belt.  Oh, her aroma, the softness of her hair.  My arms surrounded her, touching her warm supple tempting flesh.  I felt her pop me free, as she slid down my body, her face moving closer to my cock, now constrained not by my pants but by the size of my skin.  I swear the inside of my cock was trying to expand outside its skin.  It wanted to explode.  My mind could sense her moving, coming closing.  The anticipation growing powerfully like an accelerating freight train.   Finally her lips wrapped themselves around my hard stiff pole.  Her tongue and lips danced, her hands removed my pants.

It’s a powerful feeling to have a beautiful woman attending to your sexual desires.  Watching her between her legs, sitting at your feet.  Her eyes staring up, submissively, actively seeking your approval.  She had sparkling blue eyes that darted back and forth, seeking, searching for every little sign of reaction.  With every reaction to her lips, her tongue, her cheeks, her hands, she countered.  I had to admit she was wonderfully talented.  Accelerating my excitement she would take me close to the brink and then slow before it’s too late.  Wash, rinse, repeat.  Each time a new level was achieved.

I don’t remember removing my shirt or shoes or anything for that matter.  I do remember her leading over to the bed and lying me down.  We were both completely naked when she sat her soppy musty pussy on my face.  It was demanding attention and I didn’t let it down, licking her moisture, tonguing her slit, sucking on her quite large clit.  Her clit was like a tiny penis.  I had never had one so large inside my mouth.  I could actually pull it into my mouth, wrap my lips around it and pull the skin up and down it.  She began screaming with each thrust of my lips.

She was playing with my cock but I could tell she was losing control as her ministrations began to lose focus.  Her breathing became labored and when I poked a finger into her ass while sucking on her clit, her body released and convulsed.  Fluid poured from her cunt, soaking my face.  Her legs clamped around my head.  I had trouble breathing but held on through the length of her orgasms.  When she finished she rolled off me and while I was still gasping for air, mounted me.

She sat on my erection pushing it slowly into her.  In spite of the abundance of moisture, her tunnel was tightly wrapped around me.  It was wonderful, natural, normal.  She sat on me and moved up and down slowly.  Her hands rested her weight on my chest.  Her hair fell around her face as she stared into my eyes.  Her eyes were no longer darting, no longer seeking but driven, purposeful, persistent.  She moved her hips deliberately.  Gaining speed, she lowered her chest against mine.  Her nipples hard as pebbles, pressed into her pillows of supple flesh.  It didn’t take long before she overwhelmed me.  Wrapped together as one.  Hips moving together.  Flesh melded.  My excitement all consuming and her enabling it, allowing me to consummate it.  In perfect time I exploded deep inside of her.  Her movements perfectly timed to each explosion.  Peaking with each burst.

“Fuck,” I thought as I realized I hadn’t used a condom.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  But done.  Too late to reverse the action.  I could only hope she was clean and on birth control.  And I knew, of course, that she perhaps the highest risk person I had ever fucked with.  A woman who probably does 20 men a month.  Gesus what was I thinking.  Normally I would want to push this woman off of me but in spite of her promiscuity, I felt a connection with her and continued to hold her in my arms as a soothing numbness filled my brain.

She woke me up when she pulled off of me.  The cold air rushing over me where her warm body had been.  How long had a slept?  I looked over at the clock and our time was over.  I had another client in 15 minutes.  It was the last thing in the world I wanted.  And I sure didn’t want to use our entire session fucking.  There was supposed to be a wrap up but it would have to wait until our next session.