1. The Appointment *Part 3*


    Date: 3/2/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: prettygirl36, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    "Meet me tonight." I hear in my ear as I answer the phone. I am confused at first, but realize it is my therapist. I remain silent, and confused. He senses what I'm feeling. "I know we aren't supposed to tonight, but I have a little exercise that I think you might enjoy." He tells me the address to meet him at. I scribble it down and we say our good byes. What could he possibly want to do now? In a way, I was nervous about what would happen. I was comfortable the times we made love in his office. We were behind closed doors and that is how I liked it. This was taking it to a whole new level, although I kept and open mind. Whatever he had planned probably wouldn't be so bad and I was working myself up over nothing. I turn on the shower, undo my robe slowly pretending it was him, and get in. The hot water engulfs my body and I close my eyes. I trace my fingers over my breasts down to my stomach, reaching lower to my mound. I lightly cry out as my index finger finds my clit and I begin to rub it. The sensation of the water on my body, and fingering myself sets me off and I come instantly. I scream out and only the sound of running water muffles it. I finally wash up, turn off the faucet, and get out. I dry off and decide to get dressed. I had just remembered he told me to wear a skirt. I usually wore jeans, so maybe wearing a skirt or a dress wouldn't be so bad. I decide on a halter dress. It was my favorite one and I liked how my breasts looked. I was a 38D and I filled it ...
    well. It was a hot summer night and it would feel refreshing on my skin. I begin to dress, and fix my make up. I brush my hair and pull the one side up with a flower. I wanted to look pretty. I was a woman and it was in me to turn on the opposite sex. Secretly I liked it when men looked at me. It didn't matter. I wanted the attention. I fed off of it, but never showed that I did. Tonight I would make him want me and I knew that wouldn't be difficult. I check myself one more time in the mirror satisfied with the image staring back, grab the address, keys, my purse and walk out the door. I get in the car, start it and drive away. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After what seemed like an hour I finally park the car and get out. What was this place? It was pretty secluded and I wasn't feeling so comfortable. I skim the address again. It was the right one. Even the stupid GPS made me end up here after so many times taunting "Your route is being recalculated" in my ear. Frustrated I slam the door. I walk up to the building. I lift my hand to knock on the door, but notice it is slightly opened. I take a deep breath and reluctantly walk in. "Hello?" I call out. No answer. Something was telling me to walk out, but then again something was telling me to stay, and that I was going to like what was going to happen. I inch my way into the room. Sweat is pouring down my face out of pure nervousness. There is a ...
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