I walked in, looking forward to an opportunity of feasting my eyes (and other senses) with my enticing psychiatrist's beauty.
I had started seeing her soon after the older woman who seduced me and took my virginity refused to continue our sexual relationship after about one year. I was smitten by her for she was a knock out, even at 40, dressed provocatively and smelled great in her enticing perfumes.
And she was totally uninhibeted. And gave great head. And loved to be on top. How I used to love that. She, riding me. First tantalisingly straddling me, offering me a whiff of perfume from her deep and distracting cleavage encased in a low satiny black or scarlet bra and her pendant mischievously, teasingly dangling inside it...
But I digress. So my shrink. She was a bit younger. Older than me, but younger than my Seductress, the one I was trying to get over the rejection by. But old and mature and ripe. Generally she dressed conservatively, but sometimes, whenever we'd have late appointments, I would find her in sleeveless low cut dresses under a silken wrap which would occasionally slip to reveal her creamy white skin exuding an exotic and heady perfume. I would try not to stare, as I was appropriately dignified with her...
And she had amazingly long, black lustrous hair. Today when I walked in, I noticed immediately that they were wet and glistening with water (she practiced from home, and it seemed as if she had just put on this overcoat, straight after her bath) and exuding a fragrant shampoo scent...
I had started seeing her soon after the older woman who seduced me and took my virginity refused to continue our sexual relationship after about one year. I was smitten by her for she was a knock out, even at 40, dressed provocatively and smelled great in her enticing perfumes.
And she was totally uninhibeted. And gave great head. And loved to be on top. How I used to love that. She, riding me. First tantalisingly straddling me, offering me a whiff of perfume from her deep and distracting cleavage encased in a low satiny black or scarlet bra and her pendant mischievously, teasingly dangling inside it...
But I digress. So my shrink. She was a bit younger. Older than me, but younger than my Seductress, the one I was trying to get over the rejection by. But old and mature and ripe. Generally she dressed conservatively, but sometimes, whenever we'd have late appointments, I would find her in sleeveless low cut dresses under a silken wrap which would occasionally slip to reveal her creamy white skin exuding an exotic and heady perfume. I would try not to stare, as I was appropriately dignified with her...
And she had amazingly long, black lustrous hair. Today when I walked in, I noticed immediately that they were wet and glistening with water (she practiced from home, and it seemed as if she had just put on this overcoat, straight after her bath) and exuding a fragrant shampoo scent...
