1. The Appointment


    Date: 1/13/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: prettygirl36, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    I am sitting in the waiting room for my six thirty appointment. I glance nervously at the clock and lightly tap my foot on the floor. I am waiting to see my therapist. I've been seeing him for almost six months now. I am a thirty five year old woman, but I've been keeping a secret that is a little embarassing for someone my age. I am a virgin. I have never had intercourse. I've come close, but it never happened because of my fear. I just didn't know what it was, but I want to find out. I'm no prude. I think sex is fascinating. I've read stories, watched porn - although it never really did anything for me. I've watched videos on love making, and even tried to write stories about it, though I have miserably failed. I've masterbated plenty of times with the help of my hand and a vibrator, and felt that sweet release, but I never felt it from a man, and I was starting to feel lonely. I sit there and think as the door opens. He walks out, sees me and calls my name. I get up and walk into his office. He is not a bad looking man. I'm starting to have these weird feelings everytime we met. He's about forty five, my height, blond hair and soft blue eyes that become very intense when we are in deep conversation. He has a soft voice that put me at ease right away, but it's also sexy and it turns me on. I'm glad he never notices or I would die of embarrasment. "How are you today?" he asks as I sit down on the couch. "I'm okay. A little restless." I admit. "I'm sorry to hear that. ...
    Anything about what we talked about last week?" I sit there and think for a moment. I had forgotten about last week. I had told him about my "problem" before our session had ended. I nod slightly feeling my face become flushed. He smiles at me. "There is nothing to be embarrased about. I'm here to help." I feel at ease as I begin to ramble and lie back on the couch. He listens intently as I tell him everything. I then tell him about the thought of sex turns me on and I have to release it. He leans forward. His eyes are on me, and I feel I'm on stage with an audience watching me. "How do you release it? What do you do?" "I touch myself." I tell him nervously. "Can you show me where?" I sigh, and point down to my crotch. He stares, clears his throat and continues. "Look I will understand if you don't want to, but if you want my help I need to see exactly what you do to get yourself to that point." I sit there for a moment and take a deep breath. Our session is confidential and what happens in this room stays in this room, and deep down I trust that. I take my hand and reach down to my pelvis. It travels further and I begin rubbing myself through my jeans. I can feel the sensation on my clit as I tilt my head back an moan. I don't notice as he inches closer and I feel his mouth on mine. I close my eyes as he kisses me lightly at first, then the kiss deepens. He pulls away and takes my face in my hands. "This isn't normal. A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be doing this. You need to ...
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