Alternative Therapy (closed)

[saedo]

Closed to Vailyn


The glass doors of the Callahan Physical Rehabilitation Center slid open as I got in range of the sensors. I hobbled through the entry and made my way awkwardly across the lobby. I'd only been on the crutches for a short while, so I was still getting used to maneuvering on just one leg.

I'd hurt my left leg in a traffic accident a couple weeks back. Some moron had blown through a red light and T-boned me. Car was beyond repair, but the safety systems did their job and shielded me from the worst of the damage. Only real damage was to my left knee area. The surgery last week had been less than pleasant, but the doctor thought I stood a good chance of walking without need of a cane once I'd fully healed.

Of course, that meant several weeks of rehab, hence my presence at Callahan. It was a definite step above the hospital's rehab center. Whole place shone like a new penny.

I didn't ordinarily put much stock in such things, but my choice in the matter had been severely curtailed by my wife. Sheila had tirelessly researched every aspect of my treatment and recovery since the accident and come to the conclusion that I needed more than just the standard rehab. "Jacob," she said, using my full first name to show how serious she was, "you can't afford to take just anything. If you don't rehab properly, you could have a permanent limp!"

Thus did I find myself approaching the middle-aged woman at the front desk and saying, "Excuse me, I have an appointment with Emma Mason. My name is Jacob Trask."

Her dark curls bobbed once as she smiled up at me. "Yes, Mr. Trask, welcome. Ms. Mason will be working with you in Rehab Room 3 today. Let me escort you back."

I dutifully followed my guide into the rear of the facility, curious about my impending meeting. According to Sheila, Mason was a real name in the field. Ivy League schooling, stellar reputation for her work with patients, awards for excellence - the whole nine yards.

The receptionist opened a door labeled Rehab Room 3 and held it as I hobbled inside. A female figure was presently rummaging in a cabinet along the far wall. "Ms. Mason, this is your new patient, Jacob Trask."

The woman who turned towards me caught me slightly off guard. Given what Sheila had said about her, I expected Emma Mason to be an experienced practitioner with decades of experience. The woman now facing me was unequivocally youthful by comparison to such expectation.

The second thing that struck me was how strikingly beautiful she was. It was quite mute, but unquestionably there. Her auburn hair looked to be long and full, but it was presently tied back in a sensible ponytail that draped down her back. She had a touch of makeup, but nothing flashy. But she was undeniably lovely.

Third, I realized that not only did she have a beautiful face, but a smoking body to go with it. Her outfit resembled that of the rest of the staff in the halls - pale blue polo shirt with the Callahan logo, khaki shorts, white socks, white sneakers. But even so plain an outfit couldn't conceal the tremendous curves beneath. Her bosom swelled considerably beneath the knit cotton, but the hint of thick straps curving around her back suggested a truly industrial strength sports bra was holding her in check; like an iceberg, clearly much more lurked beneath the surface. As I did the mental math calculating just how busty she might truly be were her orbs unleashed, I had to resist the urge to whistle in appreciation. Compared to the slender waist presently bounded by a brown leather belt and the truly feminine curve of hip beneath, Ms. Mason gave new meaning to "hourglass figure".

These thoughts swarmed my mind and left me momentarily paused. But only momentarily. Age does have its consolations. Such a vision of female loveliness might have once left me tongue-tied at her age, but a decade and change later left me a bit less prone to being bowled over by my libido. I hobbled a few steps forward into the room and smiled broadly at her. "Ms. Mason? I'm Jacob Trask. It's a pleasure to meet you."

 

[Vailyn]

Taking a position at Callahan has been good for me. The facilities are brand new and state of the art. The company had a good reputation of hiring the best and the brightest in the field and providing a mix of innovative and traditional recovery treatments. It was well connected to the local hospitals and held a special program to render aid for children. Callahan's reputation for being able to handle extreme disability cases is what had drawn my interest. When the Callahan recruiter contacted me, I was surprised and indifferent about the offer because I was happy with the small network I've developed as an independent therapist. I have to give it to them. The recruiter was very persistent and I liked what I found out about the company's background and treatment programs. After a few weeks of careful negotiations, I took the job.

Two years have passed in a blur of numerous cases and it didn't take too long for me to reestablish my skills with the company. Provisional conditions have been met and now I can basically set whatever hours I want. As a bonus, I kept in touch with my old clients and was able to retain them. Many of them have become friends over the years and happy reminders of what good I can do for impossible cases.

Usually the interns are in charge of cleaning up, arranging the room and putting away the equipment but sometimes I liked to do it myself. It's a simple routine that allowed me to decompress and clear my mind before the next session.

Let's see, the next appointment is a new patient named Jacob Trask. He's recovering from a car accident that caused damage to his ACL and he just had surgery for it a few days ago. Several options quickly rumbled in my mind as I pulled out a few hand towels, two tennis balls, a silver Chinese medicine ball, two stretch bands and a couple of herbal balms.

The first session can take anywhere from an one to two hours. It usually takes about ten to fifteen minutes to talk to the client and find out what caused the injury. Then another ten to check the injury and current state of the body. The first therapy session could take as little twenty minutes to an hour. Then we'll discuss possible treatments, determine a schedule, and wrap up by showing what exercises to do at home.

"Ms. Mason? I'm Jacob Trask. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I turned to face the door with a smile and saw Jacob Trask standing awkwardly in his crutches just past the door frame. My eyes widened a bit in surprise. He wasn't exactly what I was expecting. Jacob is a very attractive man. A tall man with a ruggedly handsome face, broad shoulders, a trim muscular frame and distinctly appreciative eyes that liked what they saw.

I fought back the blush that tried to rise in response. Not because he thought I was attractive. I had to fight it back because I thought he's attractive too. With a curvy body like mine, I've long grown immune to leers, crass jokes, catcalls and the way people's eyes followed my large chest like brainless morons. I was used to defusing hormonal stupidity. I wasn't used to the instantaneous flare of attraction. Getting a firm grip on myself, I replied, "Hello, Mr. Trask. Please call me Emma. If you don't mind, let's get started and see what I can do to help you. Will you walk across the room for me a few times and then sit up on the examine table? It will help me see your current mobility and movement. Try to walk as you normally would."

As he did as I asked, I observed that he wasn't accustomed to using the crutches yet. He held them in a wide stance, leaned too hard on the rests and relied on his uninjured leg for most of his balance and movement. There were moments when he would forget that he was hurt, try to use his leg like normal and freeze momentarily as pain reminded him to not abuse his healing knee. I stopped him as he started to walk the room for the second time and walked over to the examine table. "Thank you, Mr. Trask. Come on over and take a seat on the table. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself and how you hurt yourself as I check out your leg?"

I didn't offer to help as he made his way to the table, tried to figure out how to sit on it and put his crutches aside. One of the first things that I had to learn not to do was to move to help people immediately. It didn't help the patients in the long run. Being helped around all the time can become a crutch and bad habit that enforced the idea that they can't do things for themselves. Jacob didn't move gracefully or easily as he walked over and eventually sat on the table but he did show calm determination and an easy strength that he normally did not have to think about to use.

I paid attention to his words and made a comment here and there as I removed the knee brace and examined his leg. It was very swollen, angry looking with healing bruises and lacking full extension. It became obvious that I couldn't finish the initial exam without removing his long shorts. If my hunch was right, he had some strain and wear on his hips and thigh.

My jade green eyes rose to meet his, I smiled easily and said matter of factly, "I need to check out your hip and upper thigh area. Would you take off your shorts please? Do you need any help?"

 

[saedo]

I admit, I half expected her to giggle when she opened her mouth. With a bit more makeup and a change of clothes, I could readily envision her bouncing along the sidelines in a cheerleading outfit at the local university.

But the woman who spoke to me was no bubbly college coed. Emma spoke with warmth, but also authority. She was pleasant, but firmly in charge.

Consequently, I didn't hesitate when she had me remove my shorts. I felt a little weird about being in my black boxer briefs while still wearing my shoes and socks. I normally have a bit of a tan due to my Italian mother and my regular sessions in the pool, but I'd been weeks inside due to my injury and my legs seemed oddly pale to me.

As I sat on the table she gently probed around the knee, murmuring to herself in vaguely medical language. Occasionally she'd jot some notes down on a clipboard. Ordinarily I'd have thought having a beautiful woman place her hand on my thigh would be a tiny bit titillating, but this was as unexciting as any medical exam. It was also nearly as mildly unpleasant as my annual physical; I counted myself fortunate she make me turn my head and cough.

I got my next surprise when she had me pull up my shorts and then come lie down on some thick gymnastic floor mats. "I might need some help with that," I said cautiously. "I'm not sure I can get down on the ground by myself."

I waited, expecting her to summon someone. I'd seen some muscular guys in the blue Callahan polos on the way in who could probably bench press me. And clearly she'd need help; after all, she barely came up to my shoulder.

But to my surprise, she stepped next to me on my left side and got a firm grip on my opposite hip. My eyes widened as she had me lean against her as I lowered my weight to the floor. I might as well have been leaning on a hydraulic jack - she guided me down as gently and precisely as one might put a china cup on a saucer. Ms. Mason might have the curves of a pin-up model, but down below she had some power. Must do a ton of Pilates.

Once on the ground, she told me that she was going to test my range of motion and then do some floor exercises to improve strength, flexibility, and circulation. I resisted the urge to shrug. I'd been an athlete in college and still swam laps every week up until the accident. I was used to exercise. No big deal. Perhaps this might even be fun with a cute little therapist to guide me.

I was wrong.

Emma had me bending and flexing in ways I wouldn't have thought possible so soon after surgery. Her hands gripped me firmly and she hugged my leg up against her as she guided me through precise movements. Whatever illusions I had of finding it titillating to have this curvy goddess work me over evaporated swiftly. This was all work and no play.

I confess, I wanted to quit after about ten minutes. Emma's grip controlled my movements, but she made sure I was doing most of the work. It didn't really hurt so much as ache, but it was swiftly tiring.

But I didn't give in. Emma was very encouraging, offering little pep talks and saying things like, "Come on, give me two more. I know you can." I found myself too unwilling to disappoint her to quit, so I pushed myself.

After what felt like hours, she finally laid my leg down and pronounced us done. I lay there, my left leg feeling a bit like a wet noodle. Though I hadn't left the ground once, I felt like I'd run ten miles. I was breathing hard and my shirt was moist from my sweat.

I was somewhat comforted to see Ms. Mason showed at least some signs of exertion. Her magnificent chest rose and fell with her deep breaths and the color in her cheeks and forehead were a few shades pinker. But whereas I felt the need for a nap, she looked like she'd just done a few warm-up laps and was now ready to really burn.

"Woah," I gasped up at her. "That was more intense than I expected. Is it going to be like that every session?"

 

[Vailyn]

I grinned at the look of simple exhaustion and touch of astonishment on his face.

"Believe it or not, it'll get a little more intense for the next few weeks and then it'll slowly get easier. Then before you know it, you'll be back to normal. Once your healing is well in progress, it's a matter of retraining your body to function like normal."

The first session went better than I had expected. It always amuses me when the client is surprised by my strength. They take one look at my height and curves and assume that I'm a frail little flower. It's not really possible to stay in the physical therapy field with no body strength. A little fact that everyone learns by the end of the first session.

Taking in Jacob's current condition, I felt a little sorry. Sometimes I get wrapped up in the progress of the session and forget to slow it down a touch for the patient. "You're doing great! In fact, we went a little farther today than I thought we would. I may have pushed your body a harder than I should have. I can help you with the cool down and help ease some of the strain. Can you take your shorts off again? Let me get some supplies."

Leaving him to partially disrobe, I went up to the cabinet counter, grabbed some of the supplies I had pulled out earlier and returned to kneel beside Jacob. He was sitting down on the mat in form fitting shirt and black briefs. His shorts were folded on the mat next to him. Another pang of awareness tingled down to settle in my belly. Even with his injury, Jacob had a nice lean build and the lengthy muscular planes that I find very attractive.

Stop it! What's wrong with me?

I never get like this around clients. This is work.

Work dammit!

I placed a tennis ball in each of his hands. He gave me a curious look. "It's your present for being such a great sport! No no, I'm kidding. I want you to hold the tennis balls and squeeze them if you feel any pain or uncomfortable pressure while I work on you. I'm going to give you a light pressure massage and stretch. It will help to relieve some of the pressure and lessen the swelling in your leg. That's the real treat for being a good patient today."

Jacob's blue eyes seemed to lighten as he smiled at her cheerful announcement. I patted the mat with my hand. "Can you lay down on your stomach for me? I'm going to work on your lower back first and then have you turn over to work on your front."

He made it onto his stomach with a little work and a few grunts. I could tell that he was much more tired than he had let on. The strain was starting to show around his eyes and he was overworking his muscles to do what would normally be an easy maneuver. He lost one of his balls in the process. I caught it before it rolled off the mat and returned it to his hand.

"Ut oh! You lost one of your balls. You should try to hold onto it." I joked. Then I blushed at my bad timing and corny jokes. "Shhh! Don't tell anyone but I would suck as a comedian."

I straddled his lower back on my knees. "I just want you to focus on breathing and staying as relaxed as possible. Try not to tense up if you can. If anything feels really bad, let me know right away."

I pressed my fingers down his shoulders, spine and lower back to get an idea of the problem areas. It was about what I thought it would be. Extremely tense around the shoulder blades and rock hard lower back. Using broad sweeping strokes, my hands loosened the surface of his back with the soothing motions that encourage blood flow. Then, pressing down with my body weight onto my flat hands, I made a simple path down along his spine. I asked him to exhale while I pressed down and to inhale when I let up. Once I reached his lower back area, I had to scoot myself down over his upper thighs.

I made flat fists of my hands and pressed into Jacob's lower back with an even circular rotation to dig into the muscle until the area loosened up. Then I made quick work of two stubborn knots with my thumbs. The whole process didn't take long but it took a lot of me and I was sweating by the end of it.

I gave one last circular dig of my thumbs, sooth the area with a few slow strokes of my open palms and settled back to sit at his side.

"Ready for the next part? Can you turn onto your back?" He made a groan like he was reluctant to move. I bit back a smile. It's nice to know I still have the magic touch. On his back, Jacob looked up at me with sleepy eyes. "If you want to close your eyes and rest. That's okay."

He smiled at me before closing his eyes. For some reason, I really wanted to brush back his dark hair that has fallen across his forehead.

Stop that!

Inappropriate.

I shook my head at myself.

Geez, what's wrong with me? No crushing on the hot client, Emma.

No means no.

Getting back on track, I checked Jacob's injured leg with quick fingers and started the massage process with broad strokes up and down his leg. I enjoyed the feel of his skin and muscles moving beneath my touch. The way his skin slowly heated up to the strokes. I wrapped my hands high on his thigh and squeeze his leg with even pressure all the way down to above his knee and down his calf. Carefully, I massaged the area above and below his knee with precise even circles. Taking notice when he hissed in pain or tensed up beneath my hands.

Critically, I observed how his body responded to gentle stretches and pulls. Something was off but it wasn't with his knee... A few probing touches on his thigh pointed to his hip as the last problem area.

"Okay, one last bit and you'll be ready to go. This may actually hurt. Most people rarely ever stretch the hip area. That's what I'm going to work on next. It looks like you're too tight there and it's causing an overall strain that's translating to the rest of your leg. Remember to say something if it really hurts."

Using both hands, starting with them laying next to each other, I pull them in a pulling stroke away from each other on his hip area. I do this a few times. Then I shake my hands a bit to loosen them up, lay my palm in the middle of the hip area and press down steadily. Jacob immediately cursed in response.

"I know. It sucks. Take even breathes and if it gets too bad, let me know." I spoke soothingly to him in a low, comforting voice. Telling him how well the session has been, what I expect him to do until our next appointment and how important it was to take care of his leg before and after his exercises.

Gradually, I can feel the rock hard plane dissolve under the even pressure and reveal itself to be two distinct muscle knots. I knew it would be too much to work on them. The whole muscle was traumatized when I forced it to relax. My fingers worked to soothingly massage the irritated area and calm it down. I knew I did it right when Jacob's breathing evened out.

 

[saedo]

"Can you take your shorts off again? Let me get some supplies."

"More? Great." I forced a smile. Dear God, this woman was relentless. I needed a nap, not more therapy.

Still, I couldn't let myself show weakness. I wasn't as young as I used to be, but I was not going to let this woman who looked barely out of high school see me grunt and groan like some senior citizen. I'd gut this out, whatever the cost.

I refused any help and managed to get my shorts off again. I was glad that I'd worn my black boxer briefs today. I could at least pretend in my head that I was wearing some bicycle shorts and not just sitting around in my underwear.

I couldn't resist raising my eyebrows as she handed me tennis balls. What kind of rubdown was this? I didn't find it much comfort when she explained I was to squeeze them for stress. I'd had rubdowns before and they weren't stressful. Just what the hell was this woman intending?

After a bit more effort than I cared to admit, I finally got face down for her. I felt her body shift and could sense she was now straddling my torso. She started with my back, her fingers digging into my muscles through the shirt on my back. It swiftly became clear this was no pleasure massage; just like with the knee exercises, she was direct and firm. Of course, I was mostly clothed and face down on a floor mat, not coated in oil on some massage table in a room with candles and soft music; kinda silly to expect the spa treatment given the circumstances.

Still, after a time, I started to enjoy it. Emma wasn't shy about rooting out the knots in my back, but I did feel considerably looser and less tense afterwards. Eventually, I began to relax into it. I still wouldn't have minded the oil and candles, but this wasn't bad.

I mutely followed her instructions to flip over. Her hands dug into my leg this time, crawling all the way from above my knee up to my hip. Just as with the back, it started out just a few steps shy of unpleasant. But after a while, the effect of her labor started to edge out the discomfort.

I closed my eyes and sighed softly as she switched her grip to attack the muscles from a different angle. I let my thoughts drift as I eased into my languid state. This had definitely not been what I'd expected from therapy. Still, it wasn't half bad. Not bad at all.

Besides, how could I as a red-blooded American male say I didn't like it? A curvaceous beauty straddled me and ran her hands all over me. I chuckled mentally at what the guys at the club would say when I told them about this. Hell, they'd think I was making it up. They'd never believe my therapist looked like her. God, what a body on her. And that was when dressed for work. Wonder what she looked like when out on a date. Black dress that really hugged her figure with a skirt that showed off those strong thighs. Or even better, what she wore underneath it. Lacy bra that let those magnificent breasts bounce and jiggle and a tiny little thong to match. Glorious, just glorious.

I must have been more worn out than I realized. I was deep into my pondering what Emma might look like in lingerie when I finally realized that my thoughts hadn't confined them to just my head. That warm throbbing sensation from my groin meant I was midway towards an erection.

I cursed mentally. I'd learned fairly early in high school to keep a careful watch on my thoughts and rein them in before such physical symptoms developed. I'd seen the ridicule heaped on guys who popped boners while standing at the chalkboard, so I made damn sure that would never be me. Depending on your perspective, I was either blessed or cursed with a very large cock. Enormous, really; women generally appraised its size as "Oh my God!" Fully aroused, there was no concealing it, so usually intercepted things before they got embarrassing.

Usually, but not always, as right now demonstrated. I raised my head and risked a glance down. Dammit. I was still a ways from full-gone, but already a cylindrical bulge was distending the cotton from the center of my crotch to a point somewhere near my right hip.

I said a swift mental prayer that Ms. Mason hadn't seen it. Perhaps this could be avoided. I glanced towards her face. Yes, her gaze was on the other hip where her finger were working. Okay, I had a shot. Just think about baseball till it goes away. What's the starting lineup for the Dodgers this season?

But then I saw Ms. Mason's eyes flicker to my right slightly. Just a bit, then her focus shifted. And then her pupils dilated and her fingers paused their squeezing. Yeah, she saw it.

Subtlety now out the window, I dropped the tennis balls and clapped both hands over my groin. "I am so sorry!" I blurted, feeling suddenly like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I don't normally do this! I let my thoughts get away and I just lost control and wasn't thinking - I am so sorry!"

 

[Vailyn]

Jacob Trask became one of my favorite patients and I looked forward to our sessions. He was bashfully honest with me in a way that didn't fit with his overall personality, but something about our interactions relaxed him and he opened up to me right from the get go. This reaction is nothing new and something that I really appreciate in my job. It's easier to help people when they want to talk to you and they want to do their treatments to get better. I'm not sure what it is about me that earns their trust or feeds their desire to heal. Whatever it is, I'm glad it's a part of me because it's an integral aspect of my personality and work.

After the first lesson, we had agreed to a schedule where he would come in for treatment twice a week for the first month. Usually, after three to four weeks, another session is tacked on for a few weeks as the real hurdles to regain true mobility comes into play and then gradually the sessions slow down until there's a check up maybe once a month.

The past couple of weeks have passed by in a blur and I need to check his current state to determine if he's healed enough to start restrengthening exercises. With an injury like Jacob's, it's best to make sure that the body had enough time to heal, strengthen the weakened area and then push it towards functioning like normal. The two of us have fallen into a pattern where he calls out a greeting from the doorway, waits for me to turn and walks across the room a few times to show me his movement. That alone tells me a lot about how he's healing and adjusting. If he's picking up bad habits that will hold back his healing or make him less stable once he's back on both feet.

He's even started wearing baggy athletic shorts because they're easier to slip off and on. I never had thought about those shorts in one way or another until Jacob. Actually, I never thought about men shorts, briefs or boxers much at all until him. Normally, the only thought I had about clothes and underwear was to determine if they got in the way of treatment or how I would have to deal with the material as I worked on the patient. Then Jacob and I had our first tension filled moment during our first session and trying to deny the way I think, feel or reacted to him went out the window. Not that I stopped fighting myself. Just that it becomes harder to stuff a thing into a box once its been out.

The muscles in Jacob's hip area had started to relax and become less painful for him as I worked on that area. His breathing had become even and his face lost the look of strain. Then I noticed movement and couldn't stop myself from staring as he became aroused. It started out very gradual and seemed to gain momentum. I realized I was staring a hole into his black briefs and turned my gaze back to my work. Jacob tightened up beneath my hands and I knew he was aware of what was going on.

There was a pulling shift on his briefs and I glanced back over. I didn't have to go far. I thought he was already hard but it was still gaining volume! I stopped massaging as I wondered what his penis would look like and how big it really was. Then again, I stopped my lecherous laugh, at this rate he could just pop out!

Suddenly, Jacob's trying to cover his groin with his hands, discomforted, turning a funny sort of red and apologizing in a rush of words. Even though he had a sprinkle of grey hair showing on the sides of his hair, Jacob looked like a panicked teenager that's been caught masturbating by an adult. Can a grown man be adorable? Because he was really adorable at that moment.

"I'm glad you're rising to the occasion!" I joked.

Silence.

"I'm sorry! I warned you that my jokes suck, right? I always blow the delivery and end up sounding silly!"

I laid my hands over his forearms and gently pulled his hands away to rest at his sides. My eyes widened. I may have swallowed a gasp. Apparently he didn't lose his erection at all. In fact, he must have grown to his full length because the head showed in a teasing manner from beneath the black briefs. I have never wanted to remove a man's underwear as much as I did then. My attraction to Jacob became unruly. It's not that I wasn't accustomed to being close to people or touching them in areas that are considered intimate or private. It happens all the time in my line of work. But I'm not sexually aware of them, sensitive to each touch and the closeness of our bodies.

I really wanted to strip him down and explore his body in a way that has nothing to do with physical therapy. I really wanted to.

NO! This is work. He is not a hot man who has an amazing hard on. He is a client. A hot client. I mean, just a man. A man with a hard on.

Stop that!

This is work. Work! Right. Work...

Making sure to be functional and direct, I grasped his engorged penis through his briefs and moved it to lay on the other side. Then I took one of the hand towels, placed it to cover him and leave the hips area open for me to work on.

"There you go. Don't worry about it. It's a natural bodily function. If I'm not bothered by it, you shouldn't be either. Come on, don't ruin all the hard work we did by tensing up now. Try to relax and I'll finish up."

He slowly relaxed as I grew more wound up but I was nothing if not professional. I kept up a light conversation about some of my favorite clients and told a few funny stories. A necessary distraction for us both.

Work has never been something that I considered to be a sensual torture but I was starting to think that Jacob Trask has been put into my life to test my limits. I had to fight myself to not react when we touched, to make sure my actions were professional and not a caress and to keep conversations to my usual light and casual tone. The only thing I couldn't control at all was my vivid imagination and the numerous fantasies with Jacob as the star.

Just like we've developed a way we start the session, other things have become a habit between us. Jacob wore different briefs and boxers to the sessions. He had joked that he didn't want me to think he only owned plain black undies. Eventually he started to wear ones to make me laugh. The superman one is the current favorite.

It has also become the norm for him to be aroused for almost the entire session. We both act like it's normal and nothing out of the ordinary. Neither of us drew attention to the way his cock would jerk eagerly in my direction when I'm working on his upper thigh or hip. We don't mention the wet spots that have started to show up towards the end. I pull out a bad joke whenever I have to adjust him in order to continue the exercises or cool down massage.

Last session, I had to stop myself from blurting out the suggestion that we nickname his penis for our sessions. It was like a whole different entity that was growing stronger between us. My wacky humor thought it would be funny to name the thing that pops up so often. I try to stomp down my rascal side around Jacob.

"Hi, Emma. Sorry for being late. Traffic was bad today." he called from the doorway. A part of me smiled each time he said my name. Stupid, I know. All my usual habits for work seems to be working against me with Jacob. It made me feel like we're getting closer than we are or should. It makes me want him in a way that has nothing to do with work.

I can't stop the bright smile that expresses how I feel around Jacob. "Hi, Jacob. No worries! You're not that late. How have you been? Let's get started."

 

[saedo]

I suppose I should have expected nothing less than professionalism from Emma. Certainly her entire attitude up to this point had been businesslike. She made a rather corny attempt at humor, but clearly she was demonstrating that she was not the slightest bit perturbed to see the burgeoning erection in my briefs.

What I did not expect was for her to to actually touch my cock. But to my shock, she reached down and gripped it as best she could. (Even partially aroused, its girth was more than a handful for her.) She shifted it a few inches, released it, and went back to massaging my thigh.

I went home in a bit of a daze. Aside from my wife, the closest anyone came to touching my genitals was my doctor when he had me turn my head and cough at my annual physical. To have someone do it so directly and nonchalantly as Emma was. . . weird.

But I couldn't really talk to anyone about it. Sheila already thinks my libido is as outsized as my cock and probably would be upset at the idea that another woman had turned me on. . My friends would probably think I was making it up. ("Hot therapist grabbed your junk? Yeah, right. You been reading Internet erotica again?")

In the end, I tried to interpret it as benignly as possible. Ms. Mason was a medical professional who regarded me only as a patient. I was just another hunk of injured flesh for her to treat, just like any hundred other patients she'd worked with. She touched me to demonstrate how her mind barely even registered such things.

With that in mind, I returned to my next session. I figured if she and I both acted like nothing had happened, that would become the truth. And for the most part, I was right. For the most part.

The part that wasn't so clear was that it kept happening. I was far more vigilant about keeping my arousal in check, but it seemed like each session she found a reason to touch me. Sometimes it was just a light brush, but sometimes she'd decide that even my flaccid shaft was coiled too close to her work area and push it away.

Moreover, I found it difficult to avoid all arousal. I'm no saint, so I found it virtually impossible to have zero reaction to her gripping me through my underwear. Even if she didn't touch me directly, her fingers kept seeming to slip down along my inner thigh. Even though she'd do it well south of my crotch, the gentle rubbing of that area had always been sensual to me. So while I managed to keep myself from complete arousal, it was a rare session that I didn't get a bit swollen.

Eventually, I started to get the sense that she actively wanted me to get aroused. She always seemed to have a joke or pun at the ready, as if she'd prepared one especially for the occasion. I also began to note that when I started to plump up, Emma's nipples would get aroused. The industrial strength sports bra kept this reaction from being particularly dramatic, but you could definitely see there was a slight bump in the fabric of her top where it had previously been smooth.

I couldn't be sure, though. Emma put a lot of physical effort into our sessions. Her face would flush and sweat would dot her brow. Perhaps I was mistaking signs of physical exertion as sexual arousal. Perhaps I wanted her to have the same problem I was having controlling my libido to excuse my own shortcomings.

After a few weeks, I decided I couldn't stand the endless speculation. I had to put her to the test. Was she really viewing me as just a patient and nothing more? Were the hints of her own arousal just figments of my own imagination? Or was her detached professionalism just a facade to conceal her own lustful desires?

I limped into our next session with my plan set. By now I had transitioned off the crutches and onto a cane. Emma thought with more work, I might leave the cane behind, too.

"Hi, Jacob. How have you been? Let's get started." She greeted me, her warm smile as present as ever.

I followed her guidance as usual. She varied up the exercises a bit to keep things interesting, but it was all familiar work to improve strength and flexibility. I kept an eye out for any signs of arousal on my part, but the sweat and strain of this part of the session made that easy.

At last, Emma declared the exercises over. As always, she asked me to remove my shorts. Since the first session, I'd started wearing some loose cotton shorts that I used to wear to the gym. The elastic waist made them far easier pull on and off than khakis.

I took a deep breath to purge all hint of lustful energy from me. I needed to be completely at rest for this next part. Then when Emma's back was turned, I removed my shorts.

When Emma returned, she found me resting on my back, my naked cock splayed across my belly. I had deliberately not worn underwear today, so she had an unobstructed view of my groin. Sheila always liked for me to keep things trimmed, so my dark curls were short. (We'd tried shaving me bald, but she found the resulting hairlessness creepy and bade me never do it again.) My cock was completely flaccid and scrunched up into a fraction of its aroused state. Even soft, the tip fell just shy of my navel.

I could see from the slight pause in her reaction that I'd at least momentarily I surprised her. Good. Now I'd see what she was really thinking behind those emerald eyes. If she was truly as disinterested in the human body as she suggested, then my nudity wouldn't affect her in the slightest. But if my suspicions were correct about her own libidinous urges, then she'd have a hard time concealing them now.

"Oh," I said nonchalantly, as if only just now realizing my genitals were on display. "I guess I should have mentioned that I decided to go commando today. I figured that since you always have to move my underwear up out of your way when you work on my hip, that going without any would make things easier. I hope you don't mind."

 

[Vailyn]

Before we get started on the cool down, I asked Jacob to remove his shorts and moved to the sink and cabinets at the back of the room. I wanted to wipe away the sweat on my face and neck, wash my hands and gather some supplies for the massage. I turned back to find Jacob lying on the mattress half naked. He took off his shorts like usual but he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Anyone lying on their back half naked should look out of place. Maybe a little silly or disturbing in some way. He should have looked inappropriately ridiculous. There he lay on the thick exercise mat in only a fitted blue t-shirt that made his eyes a brighter, glowing blue. Jacob wasn't self-conscious or awkward like that first time he became swollen before me. In fact, his innate confidence cloaked him in an air of normality and he made it seem like it made perfect sense to be commando in front of me.

But it's not.

This was definitely not normal but I couldn't make myself turn away. There was the part that has been teasing my imagination from day one. In the short silence following his explanation, I knew he watched me watching him. I knew he was looking at my face but my eyes stayed firmly rooted to his placid penis that started to wake up. A blush tinged my cheeks and I had to work to breathe normally. He filled up slowly and seem to jerk with a growing eager awareness to play.

I wanted to play.

I wanted to take his growing erection in my hands and test how it felt beneath my fingers. To see how hard and soft he felt as blood filled his corded veins to flush out until he was only a naked, heated steel in my hands. I wanted to flutter my fingertips around the tip, tapping the sensitive point at the base with a tempting beat and twist my wrist as I stroke his manhood in a pleasing pressure and release.

Instead, I pulled out my joke defense in full cheese mode. "Well, I'm glad someone's happy to see me. I didn't know you'd miss me that fast, Jacob! Maybe we should give that part of you a nickname. How about Lancelot? He certainly turns into a lance a lot when it's time for your cool down."

Oh my god! I can't believe I said that!

I blushed a rosy pink and the color spread down to my collarbone. My breasts felt heavy and swollen. The pale nipples standing firmly at attention and making themselves a clear point of notice if anyone looked at my chest. The tingling warm desire that always pooled at my center when I'm with Jacob grew hotter.

I tried to cover my reaction with my usual cheerful straight forward manner as I crossed back over to Jacob with the supplies in my hands and knelt next to him. If I was wicked, I could have let my head fall forward and swoop my mouth over his growing hardness that I really wanted to play with!

Swallowing the saliva that pooled in my mouth, I set aside the towels, bands, ointments and medicine ball within easy reach. "Okay, we're going to start with stretches today. Don't try to fight the moves or tense up. Just let me do the work and direct your body. Okay?"

I lifted his leg and twisted it over to cross over his groin area. I had to lean in with my body to hold him down. My curves making a living pillow along his upper thigh and hip. Lancelot was inches away from my mouth. I swear I didn't exhale on it on purpose.

I swear!

But I did it again when I saw how my warm breath made Lancelot twitch eagerly in my direction. It was hard to pull back my unprofessionally lascivious thoughts. I couldn't stop them but I did stop myself from acting on them--mostly.

I stretched Jacob's other leg in the crossover and a sly bead of my sweat landed on Lancelot. It caught my attention and I found myself staring hard at the way the small drop landed and caressed his turgid phallus.

It was too much. All of the building passionate chemistry, the way Jacob's breathing deepened as if he's trying to keep control of himself and the drop of precum that seeped from the eye of his crown.

Usually, I would stretch the injured leg in a few other positions and directions. Then I would sooth it by using the broad opening massage strokes. This time, I didn't try to pull out a joke or pun. I didn't say anything at all. I put his leg down and Jacob was lying flat on the mat. Lancelot crossed over his groin to lay partially suspended over the injured leg's hip. The fully grown and pulsing size of him took away the last bits of resistance I had held onto.

I poured some scentless oil into my hands and rubbed my palms together to heat it up. With one hand, I grasped Lancelot in one oiled clasp and held it gently out of the way as I used my other hand to work on the tight hip area near the groin. If my other hand moved up and down a bit, it was in the same fluid rhythm of my massaging hand.

Once the muscles relaxed, I reluctantly let go of Jacob's newly named body part and worked oil onto the rest of the leg. To get the right leverage for his thigh, I straddled his abdomen, facing his feet and leaned down on my working hands to keep an even pressure. My khaki shorts strained and hugged over my shapely behind as I bent my body to work.

 

[saedo]

Despite her initial hesitation, Emma started in on her usual routine. She began to massage my leg as normal. She even tried some more of her corny humor.

But today was different. There was an air of effort surrounding her actions that wasn't typical. Her cheeks and neck were a brighter shade of pink. The beads of perspiration dotting her forehead were more numerous. Emma was clearly fired up about something and I had a pretty good idea what.

I did my best to stay as passive as possible. I figured that in order to find out what Emma was thinking, I needed to keep her away from routine. My naked penis clearly had shaken her a bit, but I needed to keep her from regaining a sense of control. Consequently, the more relaxed I was, the more agitated she would feel by comparison.

My plan ran into a hiccup a minute or so later. Emma was bending my leg across my body and in doing so leaned her torso against my thigh. For a few moments, her amazing breasts mashed against my skin. Even through her clothing, they felt divine.

Worse, her position brought her face over my abdomen. For a brief moment, I could look down and see her visage hovering over where my cock lay draped across my belly. It was easy to imagine that she was bending down to suck upon the mushroom-shaped head. When she exhaled and her warm, moist breath tumbled over the sensitive skin, I couldn't hold back my arousal any longer.

Fortunately, it takes awhile for something my size to fully engorge, particularly with me trying to mentally delay the process. Emma kept working on me, but every dozen seconds or so, her eyes would flick towards the slowly swelling salami. I might be aroused, but I didn't think I was the only one.

Emma soon put the matter beyond all doubt. Departing from the norm, she applied some oil to her hands. She then began to massage my hip. But then in a move which may have surprised herself as much as me, Emma placed her left hand on my cock. Any pretense of placidity vanished as blood surged into it.

While in the past she would push it to the side, this time her touch lingered. Her fingers gripped my burgeoning erection as best she could. It was already far too thick for her to encircle and each second it pushed her fingers and thumb even further apart. But she held on and then began to stroke the veiny shaft.

Her hand job didn't last long, but I was immediately certain that my suspicions were accurate. Whatever story she might tell herself, there was no reason for her to caress my penis like that. She did it because she wanted to.

While I tried to decide what to do next, Emma let go of my shaft. Perhaps to avoid having to meet my eyes, she threw her leg across me and faced towards my legs. Soon her strong fingers were kneading my muscles again.

However, her new position meant that she was also straddling my thick member. Grinning at my audacity, I flexed my hips up, bringing the turgid shaft directly up between her thighs. Emma instinctively raised her hips upwards, so I grabbed her at the waist with both hands and countered her. She gave a soft whimper of protest, but I don't think she meant it. Soon the massive shaft was wedged tightly against the crotch of her shorts.

When next she moved, it was not away. Her hips flexed, dragging her groin along my cock. She reversed her stroke and repeated it. A low moan emanated from her as she continued to dry hump my engorged penis.

I let her continue for about a minute, then spoke. "Let's stop playing around, Emma. We've teased each other long enough. You've had two burning questions in your mind ever since you first got me on the floor weeks ago. Just how big is my cock and could you fit it inside you?"

"Well, you've almost answered the first, so hadn't we best determine the second? Don't you want feel what it's like to have your pussy stretched to the limit?"

I chuckled. "Besides, you need to take your shorts off, anyway. You're getting oil all over them." Indeed, rubbing along my oil-coated cock had left a dark stain. "Come on," I teased. "If I have to take my shorts off, why don't you?"

 

[Vailyn]

As I worked on Jacob's leg, I had to scoot down towards his feet to retain my balance and leverage. Soon, I found myself crouched over his groin and Lancelot tapped parts of me between my legs. I could have raised myself higher to remove that light contact but I didn't. Instead, my torso and arms created the point of a triangle with his body being the base.

Jacob suddenly moved and I felt his tempting manhood pressed against me between my legs. I tried to move away but firm hands gripped my hips and pulled me down to grind against the hard cock I've been fantasizing about for weeks. Any protest I was about to voice died in a whimper of desire when he pressed harder against me.

We can't do this.

I pushed down as I stroked his flushed length between my legs and wished that it was skin to skin.

Oooh! I shouldn't do this.

I couldn't help myself but continued to sweep myself over his oiled cock until I could feel it push my shorts and underwear between my swollen, hidden lips. It felt so good!

I froze as Jacob started to talk. His thick, long erection pulsing against the heart of my center. He said exactly what I wanted to hear. He said out loud what I wanted to do.

I want to play.

Jacob wants to play too.

We can't do this! I want to but...

I closed my eyes tight and focused all of my attention to him rubbing against my growing heat.

He's a client.

Grind.

He's a client.

He thrusted up.

He's a client.

I pressed back and rolled my hips.

He's a client.

He groaned.

Just a little. Play just a little...

As I teasingly rode on top of him, I turned my head to look at him behind me. "Alright, Jacob. I admit I am curious but it's not okay for me to engage in sexual intercourse with my clients. I let myself get carried away today. I take responsibility for it and take care of you."

I swiveled my hips as I rode him.

"After the cool down, I'll make sure to take care of Lancelot."

He looked at me questioningly and I grinned back at him.

"I had to give your randy part a name. I couldn't keep calling it a hard cock."

Laughing softly, I reluctantly stopped riding Lancelot between my aching hidden lips and resumed working on Jacob's leg. Once the cool down was completed, I settled myself next to Jacob and poured more oil into my hands.

"I know we've been breaking the rules. You're a very attractive man and I've noticed that you get an erection around me. It's... made me more curious than I should be. So. This is a one time deal. I'll help you with Lancelot today but it can't happen again. I love my job. Okay?"

With my oiled hands, I take his erection in my hands. My small hands couldn't close around his girth. I stroked all along his length and covered the head of his playful penis with the palm of my hand. I made sure to coat his entire erection with oil and then started a firm fast stroke with my left hand. My right hand swirled and twisted around the ridge, stopping at times to tap the sensitive point beneath the head, pressing there, flirting with the jerking pulses of Jocob's cock and smoothing his precum to mix with the oil as the head leaked eagerly.

I got lost in the fast rhythm of my hands working on Lancelot. My breathing increased in tandem with Jacob's as he grew closer to climax. I felt him swelling in surges beneath my hands. I knew he was close. Tightening my grip on his hard shaft, I pulled and pressed all along his length. With a sudden tightening of his balls and swelling, I knew he was going to cum. I couldn't help myself. Swooping down to take his cock in my mouth, my tongue laved the crown as he exploded in several large bursts.

I swallowed it all.

Gently, my hands worked on Lancelot through Jacob's release and gently put it down as it lost its ultimate fierce hardness. Heart pounding with my own unrelenting desires, it took a few minutes for me to calm down enough to talk.

I looked into Jacob's dark blue eyes and thought about how I should stop working with him. But I hated to give up on my clients. I grow attached to them and want them to get better. Yet, I wasn't just attached to Jacob's well being. I was becoming attached to him.

And... he's married.

"We can't do this again, Jacob. You're my client. I love my job. I don't want to lose it." I got up to wash my hands and put things away. I didn't look at him again. "It may be better if you schedule to work with someone else. You've been making great progress. I'm sure you'll be fine with another therapist at Callahan."

 

[saedo]

I wasn't entirely pleased with Emma limiting herself to one time only. Still, even once was progress. Moreover, I didn't think she herself was wholly convinced that she could restrain herself to just once.

Emma rubbed my cock from base to tip with oil. Once fully lubed, she gripped me as best she could. Emma's hands were almost not up to the task. As fired up as she'd gotten me, "Lancelot" had swollen to epic proportions. Using both hands together, she was just able to fully encircle its girth.

I leaned into the sensation. After weeks of her teasing, I was long overdue for this. I didn't even bother trying to hold back. I started grunting with pleasure almost immediately.

Emma proved even more delightful than I expected. When I cautioned her of my imminent explosion, her eyes gleamed excitedly and she parted her lips. The monstrous head just fit inside and her tongue teased at sensitive part underneath the glans.

Jet after jet of thick cum soon rocketed out of me. I fully expected her to gag or choke, but she swallowed each mouthful with only a hint of effort. She then sucked mightily on cock for several seconds, slurping out the last bit of jism before letting my wilting shaft drop back between my legs.

I laid back feeling wonderful. "That was outstanding, Emma. I can't tell you how much I've wanted to do that the past couple weeks."

Emma got up and turned away. I heard her repeat her desire to keep this a one-time event. She shocked me further by suggesting "It may be better if you schedule to work with someone else. You've been making great progress. I'm sure you'll be fine with another therapist at Callahan."

I could not let that stand unchallenged. I clambered to my feet and limped to where she stood at the counter. Emma turned to face as I neared. Her eyes flicked up to my face initially, then down to my groin. My now soft cock dangled between my thighs, still glistening with her saliva.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and held her at arm's length. "If that's truly what you want, I'll respect that. If you don't want to be my therapist, then today can be our last session."

"However," I continued, "today's session isn't finished. I'm not the only one who needs a cooldown."

Indeed, her face was flushed and the hair along her forehead was dark with sweat. Further down, her nipples were as hard as I'd ever seen them. Given how she had ground herself against my cock, I was willing to bet that her pussy was also a bit moist.

"Now you can claim otherwise if you like, but why pretend. "My hands slid down her arms and over her hands. When I left her fingers behind, I placed one hand on either hip and pulled her within a few inches.

"Seems to me that you being my therapist is only a problem if you don't trust yourself around me. You know I can control myself. You've gotten me hard as steel with your teasing at every session for weeks. But did I ever do anything about it? Did I ever do anything untoward?" I let the question linger in the air, then said. "Exactly. I never forced or even asked you to do what you did. You made that decision."

As I talked, I worked her polo shirt high enough to get my thumbs beneath it. I rubbed her soft skin along her waistline with my thumbs as I continued. "So if you're worried about anyone misbehaving, it must be you. Which means part of you wants to misbehave." My hands slipped along her waist and unbuttoned her khaki shorts. "And I both think that we know which part."

I kept my gaze locked on hers as my fingers found her shorts' zipper. The clickety-clack of the metal teeth parting sounded surprisingly loud in the rehab room. It was followed by the soft thump of the khakis hitting the grounds at her ankles.

"I would not be much of a man were I to walk away from you now. You provided me with the relief I needed; let me do likewise for you." Her breathing increased as I slid the palm of my hand down her lower abdomen and atop her panties. She inhaled sharply my fingers slid over her tender lips. I smiled; her panties were damp already.

"So here is what will happen. I'll use my hands on you just like you did me and we'll get you to cum good and hard. By that point, Lancelot should be raring to go again, at which point you can do with him whatever you wish.

I grinned. "After that, you can decide if you truly don't want to be my therapist." I stroked her soft flesh through the moist fabric. "Shall I begin?"

 

[Vailyn]

I turned to face Jacob when I heard him walk towards me. I saw him walking without his cane and I was about to chide him when his words caught up with me. My heart ached at the thought of not working with him anymore but it was the professional decision to make.

His hands on my shoulders held me in place and the look is his blue eyes made my butterflies dance in my stomach. The heat from his hands seem to traverse down past the cotton Callahan t-shirt and seal itself into my skin. They flowed down over my arms and the heat spread like a starting flame blown into a growing blaze.

Words dried up before they ever reached my lips when he pulled me closer by the waistband of my shorts. He sounded oh so reasonable as he stated how it was only my response to him that has taken us to this point. How it was my naughty sensibilities that have lead to me taking his erection into my hands and deglutition of his copious seed.

I wanted to retort about how I wasn't the one who came to a session without any underwear but the majority of my attention lay locked in his eyes and the way his hands released my shorts to fall around my feet. His hot strong hand slid down my belly and explored my mound over my moist white cotton underwear.

My body lurched inside when he promised to make me cum hard with just his hands and I couldn't hold back my moan or restrain myself from pushing into his fingers against my dripping wet tender lips. The image of his hard cock pounding into me made my mouth water and my eyes glaze in wanton lust.

We shouldn't do this... God he feels so good. It's like he knows exactly how to touch me. To tease me.

Breath hitching as my conscious warred against my body. Between doing what's right and making my wet dreams come true. Licking my dry lips and swallowing, my heart clamored roughly in my chest as his fingers played between my legs.

"Shall I begin?" His question rang, tripped and echoed in tantalizing overlaps in my mind .

Another sharp intake of air hissed when the pad of his finger tapped against my throbbing clitoral hood and caused my hips to jerk forward, reaching to keep in contact. My felt myself grow heavy and braced my hands on the counter to stay on my feet.

"Yes yess..." My rasping answer. Closing my eyes as I dived into the a sensual heat that Jacob's hands, words and commanding presence drew around me.

 

[saedo]

I couldn't help grinning at my minor victory. I'd been pretty confident that she hadn't given me that hand job solely because she felt sorry for me. She'd enjoyed holding that cock in her hands and making me cum. I knew she'd want more.

But I couldn't be sure whether she'd let herself. I didn't doubt that she could lose her job over this. She also knew I was married, so she might have found it morally objectionable to go any further with me. As such, I was delighted my gamble had paid off.

I glanced down and found another reason to smile. I leaned in next to her left ear. "Your panties match your eyes," I whispered. I laid a few kisses along her jaw. "Such a naughty girl." I rubbed a fingertip across the hardened bump in the fabric that I knew to be her clit, prompting a sharp yelp from her.

My fingers glided across the ridges and valleys of her pussy. Within a minute, her damp panties were sodden with her juices. Eventually I paused and pulled the doused material down her thighs till I was able to leave the darkened cloth dangling around her right ankle.

"You have a beautiful pussy," I murmured to her, my mouth still tracing a path of kisses along her upper jaw. She'd waxed it bare. Combined with the liberal coating of her fluids, my fingers glided like glass.

I continued to fondle her for the better part a minute before I positioned my index finger at the entrance to her vagina. I slipped it into her just to the first knuckle. "Ooh, so tight," I whispered, my lips having by now found their way to her right ear.

Actually, it was almost too tight. Just the one seemed snug enough that I was wary of trying a second - particularly since I didn't want to discomfort her during our first time. But my cock was vastly thicker a couple of fingers and I still had hopes that I'd be burying that inside her before long. Still, nothing I could do about that disparity now; I slipped my finger deeper inside.

Emma had proven to be delightfully vocal throughout my ministrations. With barely a word, she'd let her moans, sighs, and gasps guide me towards how she liked to be touched. Taking advantage of this cornucopia of information, I'd made sure that her lust was ramping up gradually. I probably could have fingered her to a swift orgasm, but I wanted her to build up a lot of steam this first time so she came hard.

The current pitch and frequency of her moans suggested I was getting close. I brought my other hand down to assist. At this point, I knew direct contact with her clit would probably be like touching a live wire. Instead, I gathered up her tender folds and gently folded them around the hard nub. The rest was easy. Her every shift of her hips caused her clit to rub against her soft flesh, generating a rapidly escalating series of moans. I held her there and let Emma drive herself the remaining distance to climax.

 

[Vailyn]

He's so close. The heat of his body pushed away the cool air conditioned air between us. The faint scent of a familiar cologne I associate with Jacob, the musky hint of his unique scent and the smell of his cum tangled with the faintly metallic and sharp chemicals of the room. His whispers in my ear felt more intimate than his hand between my legs and tingled down my nerve endings in a internal caress.

"Such a naughty girl."

I cried out loudly as his played over my aching nub and pressed my lips tightly together to muffle the wordless babble I voice in my passion. I've never been good at being quiet. There's no middle ground for me. Either I'm turned on to various degrees of heightened excitement or I feel nothing. And with the amount of layered chemistry between Jacob and I, I knew I was in trouble.

I didn't think about how loud I can be.

But I can't.
I can't be loud or someone will find out.

Gotta be quiet... quiet--

A disjointed mantra chanted in my mind but I lost it somewhere between my underwear being pulled down, his firm lips kissing along my jaw, leaving my lips wanting and Jacob pressing a finger inside my tightly wound up tunnel.

"Ughh!" I tightened more, hips pushing forward and trying to pull his finger in farther.

As he learned how I responded and began playing my body like a pro, it was as if we've been lovers for years. I found it harder and harder to keep my vocal responses hushed. Riding on his thick digit and the twitching clenches as his fingers lured me towards the edge, I pressed my face into his chest and used him to wall off my increasingly loud moans and panting mewls.

Somehow, Jacob knew that I was close. So close. He pushed me away from his chest and made me look into his daring blue eyes. He used his hands to manipulate my body and whispered encouragement for me to ride his hands. To take it. To jump over the edge and cream all over his talented and sticky hands.

And I did.

Eyes locked. My world narrowed down a darkening tunnel vision to a pair of passionate blue eyes, his strong hands holding me against the counter and pushing me to ride his grip to a long withheld release.

I fell over the edge with a choked, harsh cries from deep inside as my body convulsed, stomach clenching so hard that I bent forward, thighs stone stiff as my inner muscles went wild and sent several gushes of cream to flood over his hands and drip down my legs, splattering the tile floor.

I don't know how long he held me up against the counter and his firm chest. One hand stayed between my clenched thighs as the other held my slowly recovering body close. Shuddering less as tight muscles gained more air from my uneven breaths, I found comfort in the sound of his heart pounding beneath my ear. I'm not the only one turned on. He's right there with me.

The center of me felt fuzzy warm and languid after my climax but another part of me demanded to take Jacob and feel him flushed inside me. That's what he wants. It's what I want. But I knew that I can't. I can't go there with him.

Because if I did, I won't be able to let go. Stupid right? Right. That's me. Emotional attachment is sure to follow if I actually have sex with this man. It would be way too easy. Even with the age difference and him being married, I know it wouldn't take much for me to care for him.

Cheesy.
Silly romantic.
Yeah, that's me.

I pull back from the warm shelter of his embrace, flash a half grin up at him and give in my impulse to smooch the lips that teased my skin. I stepped out my shoes and the tiny pile of my clothes. Taking his sticky hand in my clean one, I help him back to the exercise mat and urge him to lie down on his back. My eyes zoomed in on happy, dancing Lancelot and my mouth watered at the sight of Jacob's absurdly rampant cock.

It's huge!

Straddling his legs, my hands eagerly wrapped around the hard length and let myself really explore it with my eyes and touch. I looked up to see him watching me with wanton sexuality shining down at me. I could almost see what he was thinking and what he was hoping that we would do.

"Jacob, I." I looked down to hide my expression. "I'm going to take care of this. I'm going to indulge in this one more time and that's it. We can't do this again."

I didn't wait for his response. With nimble hands, I poured oil into my hands and spread it over the his erection as I suckled the head in my mouth. I loved the soft taunt skin pressing against my tongue, the tangy bitter taste of his cum in my mouth and how I could make him groan with selective nips and hard suction. My hands played with his heavy sac and balls. Stroked the corded engorged flesh with a steady tightening and release of my fingers. I knew that singular spot that would make him jump and used it to flare his arousal up faster and higher.

Moaning with my mouth full when he grunted with a hard intake of air and pleased to hear him telling me what he likes and how I made him feel. I could tell he was close when his balls drew up tighter and his entire length flexed once, twice. Quickly, I scooted up to set Lancelot between my swollen and dripping wet pussy and gyrated my hips up and down his length. I didn't take him in. I can't do that. But I wanted this. I wanted to feel him against my intimate center and ride him to a climax. Jacob jerked hard against me, the head thumping my clit in a way that made me catch my breath and he climaxed in a rush of words and hot bursts.

I wanted to stay there. I wanted to bend down and lick every bit of his cum off his body. I wanted to fuck him for real. Stuff myself silly with his huge phallus but I didn't. Instead, I gained to my feet ungracefully, sexually sated and frustrated, dripping from his seed and my renewed desires. I didn't look at him as I gave him a few hand towels. I went to the sink to make a damp towel, quickly cleaned myself, and dressed in minutes. I even remembered to wipe the floor where I had climaxed hard in Jacob's arms. It was hard to not notice the wet spots on the floor near where my clothes had fallen. For once, I didn't clean up the supplies from training.

"Please clean yourself up before you go, Jacob." I couldn't look at him. My face felt like it was radiating my sexual frustration. If I looked at him right then and he still wanted to fuck my brains out, I knew I wouldn't stand a chance. I'd do it.

So, I didn't look.

"Put the dirty towels in the laundry chute." I blankly reminded him before I ran out of the room.

 

[saedo]

As I'd predicted, Emma didn't last much longer. Soon her entire body was quivering against mine as her vagina gushed around my finger. Her juices doused my hand and dribbled out onto the counter.

Listening to her wanton gasps of delight has my own libido fired up again. By the time Emma recovered from her climax, my cock was beginning to rise once again.

Emma grinned at my burgeoning erection and hopped off the counter. Shedding her shoes, she guided back over to the mat and had me lie down again.

I'd hoped her next move would be to squat over me and guide the throbbing head into her. I was eager to see how her tight pussy coped with the massive girth. I wanted to hear her moan in delicious agony as she impaled herself upon "Lancelot".

Alas, Emma apparently had other plans. Coating her hands with oil again, she started giving me another hand job. This time she immediately supplemented the stimulation by wrapping her lips around the swollen head.

Though I'd wanted to fuck her proper, I couldn't deny that I was enjoying this. Emma had great technique and clearly our first go-round had given her some insight into how best to jack me off. Moreover, I'd told her she could do whatever she wanted with my cock; if this is what pleased her, so be it.

I didn't know how much time was left in the session, so I didn't hold back much - just enough so Emma wouldn't think I lacked stamina. When I felt my climax approaching, I warned her of my impending explosion.

To my surprise, Emma released her oral grip on me and let my cock slap onto my abdomen. She followed swiftly and straddled my torso. To my delight, she lowered herself atop me till her naked pussy was straddling me mid-shaft. She moaned softly as her outer lips spread wide and her inner pink folds brushed against my veiny rod.

Her hips flexed, pulling herself along my length as she pinned Lancelot between us. I grunted eagerly to feel her heat and wetness against me. I scrambled to contain myself, to hold out a little longer. "Hurry!" I urged. "Put it in! I can't hold out much longer!"

But Emma made no move to take me inside her. Her thrusts against me carried her pussy up to the gargantuan cockhead . I could feel her hard clit as she ground herself against me. But though I held on for more than enough time to mount me, she took me to further.

My will spent, I gave in to my lust. My hot seed rocketed forth, spraying against her groin and then splattering out onto my chest. I sighed with pleasure as the warm waves of bliss rolled over me. I vaguely felt Emma get off me, but I lingered there a short time, reveling in the post-orgasmic sensations.

When I did rouse, I turned towards Emma. Given the moans she'd been making, I thought perhaps she'd like to have a little help getting off again.

I, however, found Emma was clearly not intending to do anything of the sort. With her back to me, she was presently rubbing a damp towel across her lower abdomen and upper thighs. Setting that aside, she shoved her shoes on her feet and pulled her khaki shorts up over her delightful tushy. She then picked up her sodden panties and wrapped them in a dry towel.

"Hey," I began, "we don't have to stop now. I could-"

Emma didn't let me finish. She cast a glance towards my general direction and I threw a handful of towels towards me. "Please clean yourself up before you go, Jacob." Her tone was perfunctory and distant - a far cry from her usual friendliness and light years from the passion she'd exhibited five minutes ago.

I clambered to my feet, hoping I could get her to explain the source of this sudden change in attitude. Emma, however, was too swift. She gathered up the dirty towels and deposited them in the dirty laundry on her way out the door.

I started to follow, but realized I was in no condition. I was completely naked and my torso was liberally streaked with my jism. I was in no condition to be seen in public.

Grumbling, I cleaned myself up as best I could and put my clothes on. There was no sign of Emma in the halls and the receptionist told me she'd left for the day.

I shrugged; Emma had been crystal clear that she wanted this to be a one-time experience. I could hardly fault her for being true to her word. Not knowing what else to do, I went home.

 

[Vailyn]

Brother Yusef's voice chimes into the silence and sings Three Little Monkeys. I didn't even look at the cellphone when I answered the call. I've been meaning to read this book for months and now that I am, I couldn't stop. It was even better than I hoped!

"Hello, Emma speaking,"

"Hello! Is this Ms. Emma Mason?"

I put down my book and sit up from my slouch. "Yes, I am. Can I help you?"

The warm voice brightens and said cheerfully, "Oh! I'm glad I got you on my first try. Hello, Ms. Mason, this Sheila Trask. Jacob Trask's wife."

A chill ran down my spine and I think I forgot to breathe for a moment but she continued to talk and didn't notice my panicked silence.

"I'm calling to see if you would take Jacob back on as a client. I know all about the incident--which to be honest just makes me laugh!" And she did give a full throaty chuckle. Her voice lowered to a stage whisper. "My husband is not a small man and he does have an impressive penis!" She laughed again and resumed talking in a normal voice.

I thought my heart was going to explode and a sheen of relieved sweat dotted my forehead. I forced my heart to calm down to listen to Jacob's wife. His wife!

"He told me all about how he felt embarrassed to get an erection during your sessions and thought it was a good idea to switch therapists. Well, it's been three weeks and I think he's actually getting worse. I'm not sure what's going on but he seems to be in more pain and walking around more stiff. I know he has already apologized."

No, he didn't apologize. He came to me commando and wanted to fuck.

"I wanted to apologize for him again and plead with you to take him back. I did a lot of research to find him a good therapist and I have to say, you did an amazing job with Jacob! He seemed to really get better under your care. Would you please, please consider taking Jacob back and working with him again?"

No no no no no no no no NO NO NO! This is a terrible idea.

But you know you want to, Emma.

Shut up! I crush my wicked side down with a well placed stomp.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Mrs. Trask. I can take some time to talk to his current therapist and give some pointers for his treatments. Would that work?"

Sheila signed loudly. "I'm not sure, Ms. Mason. It's not like the exercises that Jacob needs to do have changed. It just seems as though his sessions are not as good. Even he thinks that he's gone back a stage or two in getting better. The injury was serious and my husband is a very physical man. I don't want him to be not get the best care and end up permanently harmed from it. It would hurt him to not be himself and do the things he loves. Can't you reconsider?"

I thought quickly in my head. Jacob should have only three or four weeks of treatment left. The check ups to make sure that nothing shows up later can be done by someone else.

"Mrs. Trask, most of my hours at the office have already been filled. I would only be able to take back one of his two sessions at Callahan's. That wouldn't be very effective treatment."

"We'll work something out. Can you do a private session? I know you still work freelance part time. Can we set that up?"

Be alone with him? At my private office in my house? Is she crazy?!

You should DO it! Do him, I mean. I shut my libido in a mental straight jacket and threw away the key.

I'm unwilling and she can tell. "I'm not sure if that's going to work. I need to look at my schedule and think about it. Can I call you back, Mrs. Trask?"

"Of course! I hope you do. I'm calling from my cell. You can just call me back on this line. Please, I hope you will take him back on. My husband's health matters to me. To us both."

"Let me think on it, Mrs. Trask. I will give you a call back with a decision. Goodbye."

"Talk to you soon! Bye, Ms. Mason."

I glared at my phone. The traitor! And threw it at the other end of the couch where it bounced off the inner arm and flopped onto the cushion.

I gave out a frustrated scream with my head tilted back, throat elongated and mouth opened wide!

It was finally getting back to normal. My body. My damn body was finally forgetting how he felt under me, in my mouth and overwhelming my hands. I had to fight off my fantasies about him during the day and gotten to the point where I almost did not dream panty soaking dreams at night.

Jacob Trask and I are trouble. We're explosive together. It didn't seem to matter that I have morals and I have no intention to butt into a marriage or ruin my career which is my life. My fingers thrummed the book as thoughts furiously volleyed back and forth and pinged everywhere.

I can't do it.

I want to see him.

No! I can't do it.

It may be only two weeks. Four sessions. Maybe four weeks tops!

I should not do this!

He needs me. He needs my help.

I sigh.

Fuck.

I held back and fought against calling her but I could only hold back for a few hours. The whole situation was clawing up my insides with need to see him and the vehement stupidity of doing that. I bit my lip as I listened to the phone ring. A part of me hoped that she wouldn't pick up. That I would just leave a voicemail saying I can't do it.

"Oh! You called me back! What have you decided? Will you take Jacob back?"

I sighed.

"Hello, Mrs. Trask. I looked at my schedule and I can fit Jacob in my last time slot on Tuesday at 5 pm at Callahan. For the other one, I have an opening for a 7 pm session on Friday evenings. I'm afraid that's the only time I have available. It would have to be at your home and I will need to be paid my usual fees for the total time of travel time to and from your home and the session itself."

"Really? That's fine! We'll take it. I'll let Jacob know. He's really sorry about it. He didn't mean to get a hard on. It just happens. Men and their sex thoughts!" Sheila chuckled.

I laughed with her. I couldn't help it. She sounds nice and I knew we would get along. Our sense of humor seems to be the same. "Okay then. I'll see Mr. Trask at the office in a few days. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Mrs. Trask."

"Oh I can't thank you enough, Ms. Mason! Thank you, thank you! You have a good weekend too!" she sang before she hung up.

I glared at my phone and threw it back to the other end of the couch.

I will NOT think about Jacob Trask.

With steel determination, I refused to think about the whole impossible situation, sank into the couch and dived into my book. I needed distractions. Any distraction that kept me away from Jacob and the way he could make me feel.

 

[saedo]

"You did what?!"* I tried to keep the surge of rage out of my voice, but the volume of my reply was several degrees away from cool and collected.

Sheila didn't even look up from her book as she repeated herself. "I said that I spoke to Ms. Mason and got you back on her schedule. Charming young woman. I can see why everyone raves about what a lovely person she is."

I stared at the woman sitting next to me in our bed. "Why would you do that?! I told you I didn't want to see her again."

Sheila sighed the way she did before she lectured our boys on something that they should have known already. She folded the book in her lap and looked up at me over the half-moon of her reading glasses. "There is no reason to get upset, Jacob. I am not trying to diminish your feelings, but you have to have some perspective. However embarrassed you felt, it's not worth interfering with your recovery process."

"I got a new therapist!" I shot back. "My recovery process is fine!" I could hear the childish petulance in my voice, but I just couldn't stop myself.

"Jacob, you and I both know that's not true. Mr. Richardson seems like a perfectly fine therapist, but you're not improving as much as you did with Ms. Mason. I don't know what the difference is, but you can't argue with the results. So if she gets you back to your old self faster, then you need to keep seeing her."

"Sheila," I growled, "you had no right to interfere with-"

"Jacob David Trask!" Sheila took off her glasses as she interrupted me, her voice rising with indignation. "Don't you dare tell me that! I had every right! You are my husband! You are the father of my children! You and the boys are the most important things in my life and there is nothing I will not do to protect them. So if getting you the best therapist I can find improves your recovery in the slightest, then that's what's going to happen."

It's hard to be combative in the face of such overwhelming love. I sighed in resignation. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. You're right, you're right. I'll go back to Ms. Mason."

Sheila nodded and turned back to her book. I mulled over my new reality. I'd never anticipated that Sheila might contact Emma. What had Emma told my wife? Obviously not the full truth, or Sheila would not likely have been so positive. I was surprised that Emma had agreed to see me, though. I thought my wife's powers of persuasion only worked so well on me.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I inquired, "So what exactly did she say when you spoke to her about...the incident?"

Sheila turned back to me and smiled. "Oh, Ms. Stone was very understanding. Once I explained the problems you'd been having since you switched therapists, she was perfectly willing to have you return. She seems to care a lot about her patients.

I thought back to my last session with Emma. She'd seemed so certain that she could never work with me again. "Are you sure she is really okay with me returning?" I asked m

Sheila nodded. "Completely. She's entirely professional about it. In fact, I think she probably would have talked you out of quitting if she hadn't been a bit embarrassed by her reaction." She giggled again. "Ms. Mason felt she might have stared at you a bit and added to your embarrassment. I assured her that's entirely appropriate; I told her how I got so panicky the first time I saw how huge you are that I nearly passed out!"

"Sheila," I groaned. The idea of my wife comparing notes with my therapist filled me with dread.

"What? Women talk about everything - you know this. Besides, I bet there's probably not one woman in a thousand who ever sees something your size. Only natural for her to be a bit taken aback. But don't worry, she's fine about it now."

I thought about the situation. Sheila seemed to have an answer for everything. Still.... "Okay, but what if...what if it happens again?" I didn't think there was any "if" about it; after what happened with Emma and me, I doubt I could prevent it. But Sheila didn't need that detail.

Sheila smiled proudly. "I thought of that, too. At first I figured I could suck you off before each session, but then I realized that I might not be available for each of them. Besides, those big balls of yours hold so much cum that you'd probably be reloaded by the time you arrived at the clinic.

"So instead, we'll go with Plan B. I packed your Fleshlight in your gym bag."

"My Fleshlight?" I responded incredulously. This was a hollow tube of silicone that - with a bit of lube - served as reasonable facsimile of a vagina. Sheila had bought one for me for when she'd had enough but I was still raring to go.

"Yup. I've already worked it out with Ms. Mason. If you start reacting again, she'll stop the session and leave the room to give you some privacy. I put the Fleshlight and some adult magazines in your bag, so you use those to relieve the pressure. When you're finished, Ms. Mason comes back and you finish the session. Simple."

"You seem to have thought of everything," I murmured.

"Of course," she grinned. "And speaking of thinking, I'm thinking all this talk has probably put you in the mood...."

I felt Sheila's hand slip between my legs underneath the covers. I offered some token resistance, but soon she had my cock throbbing towards steely hardness.

"Mmmm," my wife purred. "Now let me show you why else you're glad you married me...."

~~~~~~~
Thus it came to pass that a couple days later, I walked into the Callahan clinic once again. I gritted my teeth slightly as I approached the door to the therapy room. Despite my wife's confidence, I had no idea what sort of reception I'd receive from Emma. No way to find out save to just go for it. Sighing quietly, I opened the door.

 

[Vailyn]

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Bright auburn hair tied up in a simple ponytail high on my head. Faint blue smudges from lack of restful sleep darkened my eyes. A simple black Callahan polo shirt with only the top white button undone. Casual white capri pants and a brown leather belt cinched around my waist. Silly monkey socks: check. My favorite white tennis shoes: check.

I look perfectly normal except for the fact that my heart is beating a mile a minute and a light flush of excitement fought with the whitening tension on my face. I made sure to plan a break before my session with Jacob. I wasn't sure what to expect.

What if he comes commando again?

A part of me thrilled at the idea. A part of me cringed at the part that was happy. At this rate, I may develop multiple personality disorder! I snorted a laugh.

I sighed.

Laughter is the best medicine! It's been proven as true many times in my life. Like now.

Maybe I need to learn how to hate people? I rolled my eyes at the rhetorical thought. Leaving the bathroom behind, I went to gather the necessary materials for the upcoming session. I had a short chat with Jacob's alternate therapist and I couldn't figure out why he would get worse. The sessions were similar to what I had programed for Jacob.

Almost 5 o'clock. My palms grew damp with nerves. I wiped them on my pants and watched the door. He came in a few minutes early. He stopped in the doorway and we stared at each other for a long time.

I took a deep breath and smiled. "You forgot the routine already? I heard you're not doing too well. Let's see what you've got. Come on in and walk for me across the room a few times. If we're lucky, I'll have you back to normal in no time flat and you won't have to ever see me again."

Jacob took a few steps into the room and closed the door behind him. I wish he left it open... Then we got to work and I could see tell that he overworked his injured knee and strained it in some manner that caused it to irritate the injury instead of helping it to heal. I questioned him about what he's been up to and how he hurt his leg. The strain couldn't have been caused by simple walking or exercise. It turns out that he thought he could get away with not using his cane at home and hurt himself when he was going downstairs. He put the wrong amount of pressure on it and it buckled enough for him to fall onto the stairs itself and hitting the wall in the process.

The next forty minutes were hard work on the both of us. I had to fight Jacob's body to make it be more relaxed. He couldn't hold back entirely and ended up cursing or hissing in pain at several junctures. Both of us were sweating enough for our shirts to stick to get sticky and damp around the neck and arms. It got to the point that I had to call for a pause. I went to the sink and wet two hand towels with cold water and wrung them free of excess water. After quickly wiping my face and neck, I returned to Jacob and told him to lie still as I wiped his face and neck too.

I should have just given him the towel and let him do it himself but I couldn't stop the part of me that wanted to take care of him. Did it really hurt anyone that I did this small thing?

Then we came to a problem. It was time for the cool down and he really needed a good cool down but he wore loose jeans to the session and it was apparent that he was very aroused. I could see his erection straining against his zipper and pushing up against the side of his hip.

We both stared at his erection for a long enough that the silence became very uncomfortable. I just didn't know what to do.

 

[saedo]

From the moment I entered, things were almost as if I'd never left. Emma wore pants today instead of her usual shorts and she looked a little more tired than usual, but otherwise it was quite similar to our prior interactions.

We spent a fairly unpleasant session of therapy on the mats. I gritted my teeth against discomfort and found myself wincing many times. Emma quickly began noting and disapproving of the changes made to my treatment plan by the replacement therapist. She also chided me a few times for not following the guidelines she'd given me for use at home. By the end of it, my leg muscles ached and I was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

The somewhat cautious conversation we'd managed to maintain ground to a halt. We both knew that now was when we usually did the rubdown. But the last time she did a rubdown, she wound up naked from the waist down and sucking my cock. And while I think she enjoyed the experience nearly as much as I, Emma had made clear she didn't want to repeat it. But history also indicated that I couldn't bear to have her touch me anywhere in the vicinity of my groin without vividly showing my enjoyment.

After the awkward pause started to become unpleasantly long, Emma made a token effort to start while I remained dressed. I'd worn jeans this time, hoping the heavier denim might provide sufficient shielding. It ended up falling on two fronts. First, Emma quickly discovered that the denim was too thick for her to give me a proper massage through it. Second, even her muffled attempts to massage me overwhelmed my libido limits and sent my cock slowly straining against its confines.

Emma looked at me helplessly for a solution to our conundrum. She couldn't do her job without removing my jeans, but that would make it impossible for her to avoid my stiffening shaft struggling to escape my underwear.

"This isn't going to work," I said, showing my incisive grasp of the completely obvious. I swallowed and shrugged. Perhaps my wife's idea wasn't quite as insane.

"I see two possible ways out of this. First, we could skip the rubdown and I could leave."

Emma considered it, but I doubt she'd accept this easy way out. It was obvious that I needed the massage to soothe my aching leg and she was far too conscientious a caregiver to let me hobble out of here like that. Moreover, I'd look pretty ridiculous hobbling down the Callahan hallways with a salami stuffed down my jeans.

"Okay, then we could try that thing my wife suggested." I reached for my gym bag and fumbled inside. After a few moments, I retrieved a bottle of water-based lubricant and a long, thick gold plastic cylinder.

I unscrewed the thicker end of the cylinder and set the cap aside. Inside sitting flush with the hard plastic walls was a thick column of bright pink silicone. The top had been molded to resemble the outer labia of a woman's vagina, surrounding a vertical opening at the center.

Expecting that Emma had likely never even heard of such a device - let alone seen one up close - I held it out for her inspection. "See, this is a Fleshlight. The silicone feels almost like human skin, particularly if you put a little lube on it. If you want to feel inside, the interior has ridges and bumps for a better feel. Anywise, I lube it up, stick myself inside, and...well, you know."

I shrugged again and felt a heat rising in my cheeks and ears that had nothing to do with my physical exertions. I couldn't believe I'd just explaining to Emma how I could use this simulated vagina to masturbate with. "Anywise, I could use this to take care of my...situation. After that's done, it'll be out of your way long enough to do the rubdown and finish the session."

My cheeks felt aglow, so I was really blushing now. I hastened to finish talking. "Anywise, those are the only two ideas I have. If you've got a better one, I'd love to hear it. Otherwise, which option do you prefer?"

 

[Vailyn]

I stared wide eyed as Jacob pulled out a large plastic cylinder and opened it up to show a rubber facsimile of a woman's vagina. Clinically, my mind thought the fake lips looked too big and that there's no way that could actually feel good--could it?

I suddenly got this vivid image of Jacob lying on the blue mat with the Fleshlight hiding Lancelot from sight and the whole thing waving around like a crazy baseball bat. I tried to stop my giggle but it puffed out in bits. Jacob's red face looked even more embarrassed and disconcerted. But the more I tried to not laugh about the situation, the more I laughed until I couldn't stand it anymore! I laughed out loud until tears fell down my cheeks and I'm holding my sides. I tried to explain to Jacob what I saw in my head but it all came out in distorted bits and pieces. Thankfully, he couldn't stay annoyed with me when I was obviously not laughing at him but at something I imagined. He ended up looking at me with a half smile on his lips as I wiped away my tears of hilarity. I looked up and took in a big breath of air and released it before meeting his oh so blue gaze.

"I really needed that! I'm not used to being so stressed out or tense. I wasn't sure what to expect and we were doing okay. I mean, do we really have to be afraid of the fact that you get a hard on or that I get aroused? Maybe you're wife is brilliant!" I looked at the plastic container thingie that Jacob held in his hand. "Uh, can I look at that?"

He handed it over. It didn't feel too heavy but it did seem a little cumbersome to hold. The fleshy looking vagina lips and opening felt like a weird rubber sponge and when I pushed a finger inside to grope around--I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I handed it back to him.

"Does that really feel good? It feels kinda, well, awful. I don't like dildos or vibrators much because they don't feel as good as the real thing." My voice faded away as a heated blushed took firm control of my face. I blinked several times and tried to look like I wasn't a blushing goofball. "Face it. You and I are attracted to each other. I can't explain it. I'm not the kind of woman to mess with a married man or a client but I am attracted to you. Enough that I'm wasn't entirely professional with you. Maybe this will be the trick we need. You can use the Fleshlight to satisfy Lancelot and then we can work on the cool down."

"That sounds like a plan."

I nodded in agreement. "Should I leave and come back in a few minutes?"

"That's up to you. If you want to stay, you can."

I thought for a minute and tried to figure out what I should do. Be an adult! "I'll stay but I'll turn around and wait."

With that, I turned around and tried to ignore the fact that my ears turned into bat ears and I had every iota of my being centered on my hearing. I heard Jacob take his jeans off. The sound of a zipper being undone. I never thought it could be sexy but it is. It really is! It was like the sound went directly to my heavy breasts, encouraging them to swell and for my large nipples to push insistently out of my hefty sports bra. The sound of something squirting made me think that he was putting the oil into the fake vagina. A gushy, squishing almost fart sound came next. I bit my lip to not laugh but my shoulders shook in response. For the next several long, eternal minutes, the only sound in the room was of Jacob using his masturbation toy and the two of us breathing. Neither of us were breathing faster.

My bad sense of humor kicked in gear.

"Do you need a hand with that?" I joked. I waved a hand in denial. "Sorry, sorry! Ignore me."

A little while later, I had to really fight the urge to start whistling the theme song to Gillian's Island or Star Wars. That probably wouldn't help. I did start twiddling my thumbs and stretching my hands. "Is it... working?"

A tense pause before he grunted, "No."

A few more minutes passed in the fashion of the oldest turtle living on earth before I asked, "Do you want me to help?"

The sound of the Fleshlight moving started to take on a desperate note and the speed of the noises changed as Jacob altered his pace but nothing seemed to come of it.

It popped out before I could stop it. "Do you think Lancelot will get sore from all of that action or will you actually be able to cum in it?"

All sounds stopped.

My voice tiny, I said, "Oh God, I'm sorry. I...it...I just popped out."

Feeling more than a little mortified, I turned around to face him. "Do you need help?"

 

[saedo]

"I'll stay but I'll turn around and wait."

That caught me off guard. For all her talk of not wanting to tempt herself around me, she wanted to be in the room while I masturbated? I was getting some definite mixed messages from her.

Still, what was I to do? Given that she'd personally given me hand jobs, I didn't see much reason in trying to exclude her. Sighing, I unzipped my pants and guided my throbbing member to freedom.

I opened the bottle of lubricant and squeezed a healthy dollop inside the Fleshlight. I also put a smaller amount in my palm and rubbed that onto the head of my cock. Positioning my cock at the Fleshlight's slit, I pushed the head inside. The lube helped overcome the difficulty of the initial insertion. Once inside, I twisted the cylinder around as I eased it as far down as it would go, coating both my cock and the Fleshlight with the slick lubricant.

Once satisfied everything was sufficiently slick, I began pumping the device up and down my shaft. Being even thicker around than my cock, I had to use both hands to maintain control and speed. I soon found a comfortable rhythm, filling the room with squishy sucking sounds.

However, I soon found this was not at all like it was at home. Sheila had gotten me the Fleshlight not just for solo use, but for our sex play as well. Even married as long as we had been and after having a couple of kids, Sheila found my girth could become painful after too many sessions in a row. So instead, she'd break out the Fleshlight and personally pump me till I'd had my fill - a satisfying experience for both of us.

Emma, however, was proving far less enthusiastic. I'd suspected I might get such a reaction when she turned up her nose at sex toys as "not as good as the real thing". As if there'd be a need for substitutes if the real thing was always convenient and available.

I probably could have managed if she'd just kept quiet. Since I've spent considerable effort conditioning myself to have staying power, I can't readily reverse course and climax immediately. After about a minute, though, Emma started to chime in. First it was the occasional muffled giggle. Then it was brief phrases. Finally she started asking questions.

I tried to ignore her, but I found it impossible not to be self-conscious with her behind me making her presence known. Her distraction kept interfering with my focus. The physical stimulation was enough to keep me aroused, but I couldn't maintain the right mindset to push me over the edge.

Only when I stopped stroking in frustration did she get the hint. Looking a little embarrassed, she stood over me and inquired, "Do you need help?"

I glared up at her for a moment. "Listen, Emma, I know this entire situation is kinda fucked up and that neither one of us is entirely comfortable being here. But I'm trying to get through it the best I can, so why don't you give me some fucking slack?! How would you like it if you were trying to get off with an audience in the corner snickering and making little comments. "

She started to take a step towards the door, but I interrupted. "No, you wanted to be here. You're staying." I pointed at the Fleshlight. "You come kneel over here and take hold of the device. You can pump me till I cum." Taking not of the newly impressive dents of her nipples, I added. "But first, take your top off. This will go much faster if I have something sexy to look at while you jack me off."

 

[Vailyn]

Any ire I felt in his harsh frustration filled verbal lash and outrageous demand died at the word: sexy.

He thinks I'm sexy.

I looked down at my pain in the ass large chest. It's only annoying at work. The rest of the time, it's a part of me and I love the way my sensitive breasts react to different stimuli. I could tell that they were swollen by tempting awareness and those darn nipples of mine were pushing out for all the notice I could possibly get.

"Look at me! Look at me! See how you make me feel?
Come on over and touch me, baby."

I really needed better control over my sexual impulses and that naughty voice that urges me to give into my hedonistic desires. I haven't had to work too hard to silence that part of me because I rarely click this well with the opposite sex. But when I do... I have little to no reason for self-control, and I'm comfortable and confident enough to give my wild side free reign.

A well developed habit that is not helping me one iota in this situation.

It won't hurt to give him a little show! That wicked voice reasoned. It's not like you'll be touching Lancelot or giving Jacob a blowjob like last time. It'll just be you controlling the Fleshlight and giving him a little encouragement to let it all go so to speak.

Come on... you know you want to!

The debate or fight took up only seconds to volley in my mind. Not too long after the words left Jacob's mouth--that mouth that I've been dreaming about and wanting to taste--when I pulled the black Callahan pollo shirt out of my pants and off of me in a few swift tugs.

I can't believe I'm doing this! But I couldn't deny the strum of excitement that sizzled to life in my blood. I was well on my way to becoming permanently aroused around Jacob Trask. I couldn't help myself. It's just the way he made my body react no matter what my brain said.

Folding my shirt, I placed it on the exam table and turned to really look at Jacob. He stopped any attempt at a semblance of modesty. Is it possible to be modest when you're lying half naked on an exercise mat and holding a large canister over your engorged penis?

I stifled my laugh but didn't hide my excitement or smile. Jacob didn't even notice. His quickly darkening blue eyes were stuck on my chest. I wore one of my cross strapped sports bras today and it did nothing to hide what my breasts looked like. If it did anything, it only served to emphasize them and push the heavy mounds together as a sexy tableau.

I could have sworn his eyes grew bigger as I stopped by his side, knelt down and grabbed the ginormous masturbator with both hands. I could see that it didn't cover the whole length of his erection and several inches of oiled flesh was left out. Without saying a word, I took over for Jacob and took a few tries to figure out the right way to pull up and push down. Soon, I had a steady pattern going. The movement caused my whole body to move and the sports bra could only do so much to keep my bountiful mounds from moving in their own plump dance. Gradually, his breathing grew more labored and both of us were sweating again in our efforts. I could see his muscles tighten and clench in reflexive shudders as his physical response grew unruly and ever more demanding.

 

[saedo]

I was mildly surprised that Emma complied with my request. She seemed to shift with the breeze as to whether she'd follow her libido or her sense of propriety. Still, she kept her bra on, so her wanton impulse was not without limit.

The bra was full coverage, which made for a lot of fabric with tits her size. I'd hoped to see more, but trust Emma to wear something entirely practical for work. However, apparently not even the full support her lingerie offered couldn't fully muffle her nipples; each cup featured a major dent.

I let my thoughts linger on my imaginary vision of what a completely topless Emma looked like. As she took the Fleshlight in both hands, I imagined her high, round orbs, each topped with thick hard nipples. Combined with the sensation of the Fleshlight rubbing across my swollen shaft.

"Mmmm, yeah, like that," I groaned as Emma found a good rhythm. The soft, slick silicone felt incredible on my cock. I kept my eyes on her cleavage, which began to jiggle as she pumped my shaft.

The visual and the tactile stimulation were just the right mix to coax me slowly towards climax. I figured that this was as far as Emma would go today, so I'd take it for everything I could get. Besides, part of me - perhaps foolishly - hoped that she might be impressed with my stamina.

By the time I hit my peak, my breath was coming in strong gusts. I grit my teeth to keep my last few gasps from being too loud. "Uhhh, unhhhhh, unhhhhh!" I grunted as my hips shook and hot jism exploded into the depths of the Fleshlight.

When my orgasm had passed and I could speak normally, I had Emma assist me to my knees so that the Fleshlight could be pointed downward. "If you pull it right off, all that cum and lube gets over everything," I explained. I showed her how to unscrew the other end so that she could dump the liquid contents into the sink. (I think her eyes widened slightly as she saw just how much there was.) I then had her run water through the Fleshlight to clean it out.

While Emma followed my instructions, I patted off my cock, glistened with my jism. Once I'd cleaned up a bit, I put my underwear back on. My cock was still somewhat flushed with blood, so I bulged somewhat unseemly, but certainly it was nothing that Emma hadn't seen before.

I laid back down on the mat. "Alright, I'm good to go. My cock - er, Lancelot - won't be a problem for now."

 

[Vailyn]

In our past indiscretions, I didn't really get a chance to watch Jacob as he climaxed because I was preoccupied with making him cum as hard as possible. Being able to see his facial expressions as he gave voice to his body's reactions and being part of the cause was terribly arousing. He's a vocal lover and I secretly loved it. Remembering how the sounds of our separate responses had woven together to create a sensual blanket of noise that buffered us from our surroundings...

Mmhmmmm! My wicked side purred approval.

Jacob grunted with harsh rasps as he released into the Fleshlight. He thrust into the canister and I had to fight him to hold onto the masturbator. The scent of his sex grew heavy in the air and I found my breathing had raised to match his. My own chest rose and fell in staggered bounce as we rode his climax to a fitful rest.

I followed his instructions to take off the amusing device and cleaned it for him. Cleaning up was not not at all sexy. The process made the encounter lose some of the heightened pent up rush of emotions that I've been doing my best to ignore. "Using the Fleshlight was a good idea. It makes the whole thing seem less personal. Even if I did help you out a bit."

I had to bite back a laugh when I heard Jacob call his penis by the nickname I gave it. Nice to know he's paying attention. Though, maybe the problem is due to the fact that both of us pay too much attention.

After drying my hands on a towel by the sink, I put the Fleshlight down on the counter and went to pull my polo shirt back on. Then I settled myself down next to Jacob to resume work. The cool down process of stretching out the limbs and relaxing the muscles was definitely necessary after the hard session we had today. A weighted silence fell between us, and I only spoke to ask him to move a part or to see if something I did caused him pain. That easy going camaraderie forsaken to keep a more professional distance between us.

The quiet grew heavy as Lancelot came back to life with a vengeance. I had to physically move the randy staff to lay on opposite hip several times as it jerked towards my hands as I worked on Jacob's groin, hip and thigh area. Tension screwed itself around us and pulled our nerves out thin like a bow string. I did my best to keep working on him but I had to stop when I realized that he was only getting worse beneath my hands. Each area that I worked on and released from tension grew tight as soon as my hands left that area.

"Jacob, this isn't working. Obviously the one time wasn't enough to keep Lancelot quiet. If you weren't my client, I would be really excited about this and thinking up lots of ways to take advantage of it but you are my client. I can't have you tightening up every time I leave one area to work on another. Do you need to relieve yourself again?"

Those blue eyes had an uncanny ability to capture my whole attention and send fingers of electric shivers down my spine. It's like he could caress me with his eyes. That's not really possible, is it?

He nodded.

I exhaled loudly. I went to get the Fleshlight form the counter and grabbed a few extra hand towels. Biting my lip as an idea rolled back and forth in my mind, I leaned down to hand the canister to Jacob.

"I have... an idea. You know that you affect me and I'm--" I couldn't stop the blush from burning on my face. "I could use a little release too. Let's both work to get off and then wrap up the session. Okay?"

Instant accord.

Ha! Men!

It didn't take long to push my pants and underwear down to my knees. I leaned against the examination table. My fingers sank between my warm thighs and my breath hitched as I toyed with my swollen clit. Jacob made a request and I rolled my eyes before doing what he asked. I pushed my shirt up over my chest and played with my hard nipple.

We stared at each other as we worked furiously to cum. I remembered the way Lancelot felt in my hands, in my mouth and between my legs. I imagined how it would feel to have his hands roam all over me. How it would feel to have him push Lancelot slowly into my wet, throbbing pussy. I eagerly fell into the spiral of passion blooming from my touch and imagination. Knowing that he was going there with me. I could see it in his darkening eyes and the way his body strained to fall over the edge.

The sounds of the Fleshlight squelching on Lancelot overcame the soft sounds of my fingers thrusting into my wet passage that pulled hard to keep my fingers from leaving. Like before, our breathing synced into the same hitching gasps as we urged each other to reach the edge and dive willy nilly into the warm shuddering flood that takes over in climax.

Beeeeeeeeep!

I froze.

"Ms. Mason, you have a call from Sheila Trask. Do you want me to transfer the call?" Tammy, the receptionist asked over the intercom system.

"Tammy, can you tell Mrs. Trask that I'll give her a call back when the session is over?"

"Sure thing, Ms. Mason. I'll pass on the message."

Click

It took a minute for me to gather myself to talk. I pulled down my shirt and pulled up my panties and capris. I washed my hands at the sink and put away some of the supplies from the session. "I think that's a sign from the universe. I... we're done for today, Jacob. You should soak in a hot sea salt bath tonight. If you have a jacuzzi, that would be a good thing for you to use once a day. Don't forget to do your exercises. I'll see you Friday."

Then I left.

This is a terrible idea. What was I thinking?

 

[saedo]

I'd hoped that my one quick Fleshlight session would be enough to satisfy me. And for a time, it was. But before Emma had quite finished with the rubdown, I felt my cock stir again. Within moments, it was jutting into my briefs, pulling the waistband inches away from my torso.

I sighed. Much as I was loathe to admit it, Emma has really gotten under my skin. Most of the time I can keep my libido in check, but our repeated near misses and constantly having this luscious woman inches from my groin had really built up a backlog of sexual energy.

I was also still trying to keep Sheila in the dark. My wife seemed to be okay with me getting aroused by my therapist once; I doubted she'd be so tolerant if she knew I was sporting a rock-hard erection during every single session. Consequently, I figured if I went home and banged my wife after every therapy session, Sheila would get suspicious. So with my outlets for blowing off this head of steam being so limited, small wonder that one orgasm didn’t tide me over for long.

I lay some of the blame at Emma's doorstep. Having seen me get my rocks off, she seemed to be atypically casual about her contact with me during the rubdown. Her fingers lingered on me and brushed nearer my cotton clad scrotum than usual. I half wonder if she deliberately hoped to get me hard again just because she enjoyed seeing how much I desired her.

Emma's suggestion for a mutual masturbation session certainly fueled my suspicions that she wasn't nearly as averse to seeing me engorged as she liked to suggest. But I certainly wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to see her partially naked again.

Emma still kept her distance. I'd have preferred if she'd been sitting right next to me fingering herself. As it was, she sat well out of reach and at an angle that only occasionally revealed what she was doing.

Still, it was far better entertainment than the first time, so I was soon lubed up and pumping away at the Fleshlight. The therapy room soon echoed with the various wet, squishy noises from each.

Then that damn phone call. A glance at the wall clock indicated we were a couple minutes past the session, so likely my wife assumed we'd finished. Probably called to check up on Emma and make sure the first session back together with me had gone well. Sweet, but oh, what lousy timing.

Emma reacted like she'd just been doused with ice water. Any semblance of arousal vanished and she immediately switched to professional therapist mode. She rattled off some post-therapy instructions as she made herself presentable. I'd seen toasters take longer to pop up than it did for Emma to be on her feet and out the door.

Meanwhile, I still had a thick slab of hard man meat jammed into my Fleshlight. But with Emma gone and the door unlocked, the chance of someone walking in on me increased with each passing minute. Grousing aloud about the extreme unfairness of life, I got my clothes back on. There was no way my cock was going to point down anytime soon, so shoved it underneath my shirt. I walked out of the clinic carrying my gym bag against my stomach to conceal the strange bulge. Hopefully no one noticed.

I considered trying to finish myself off in my car, but I figured that just invited trouble. It'd be just my luck that someone would spot me and call the cops.

Instead, I had to wait till I got home. I avoided my wife and went straight to the shower. With the sound of the water providing aural cover I knocked out another two. I probably could handled another, but I'd been in there awhile and I didn't want Sheila to get concerned.

After the first session back, I wasn't sure how I could bear a second. I was getting dangerously close to finding my conscience shouted down by my desires. How many more times could Emma work me into a frenzy and tell me "No" before I stopped listening? I began brainstorming ways to justify ending it permanently that wouldn't likely end in arrest or divorced.