Oh My Therapist (closed)

[Jasmine12345]

" I can schedule you twice a week for four weeks straight. Would that be OK?" The receptionist is talking to me.
"Yes, yes, of course, of course, thank you, thank you"... Oh my nagging backache.

I hope they give me a male therapist this time. They gave me a female therapist two years ago. Her hands were even smaller than mine and too light when she touched me. Tickling at all times while she was trying to cure my problem. I didn't like it at all. I want a man's touch.

" Tuesdays and Fridays at 4 p.m....OK?"
"sure, sure, thank you, thank you."
Actually, I am not sure if it's appropriate for me to ask for a male therapist. What are they going to think of me ? Fuzzy? I may not even have a choice at all. I don't have enough courage to ask.

Here comes Tuesday at 4 p.m.
"Hi, My name is Jasmine. I am the type who is always on time."

 

[hotpup]

Life as a physiotherapist had become pretty routine for Dr. Rod Smith. At 50 he had been at it for over two decades. He had never taken advantage of his female clients at least not much. Oh yes, he maybe had let his hands linger a bit longer on a lady’s ass than needed. He had even dated a couple of patients. He had been tempted several times and come very close to crossing that ethical line.

It had been a long Tuesday and he saw on the schedule another patient with a back ache and noticed that she was scheduled for 8 appointments but depending on her insurance and the nature of the problem she would likely need more than that. When it came to insurance companies he did not mind milking them for one or two extra appointments.

He greeted his new patient, “Hello Jasmine, I’m Dr. Smith, but everyone calls me Rod.”

At least his last patient was a sexy woman, “Go ahead and remove your blouse, leave the bra on and lay on the table for me. I just need to assess your back before we get started.”

 

[Jasmine12345]

I just learned the difference between a 'physiotherapist' and a 'physical therapist'. So his specialty is more about hands-on massage. I see. Good to know.

Rod? Sounds somewhat 'intimate' already at the first sight. No, no, maybe 'personable ' is a better word. More appropriate. My chiropractor once got very close to my ear to tell me in a very soft tone, "your co-pay is only $10." He was also personable.

I invariably address any physician "doctor". And this one is "Rod". Well, there are always exceptions anywhere you go. They could be legit and rightful.

"Hi, Rod. It's my lower back...right here.....it started almost two years ago after sleeping on 3 folding chairs for one night. "

The movements of his hands on my spine suddenly stopped. Then he continued in silence after a few seconds. I am lying down facing the floor and can't see his face.

"Dr,...Rod.., I've been going to the gym and I do stretching exercises at home but the discomfort on my back just doesn't go away. "

 

[hotpup]

Rod methodically examines her back pausing when he finds a trouble spot, “Sleeping across folding chairs is one of the worst things you can do for your back. You’d been better off laying on the floor. I am going to undo the fasteners on your bra so that I can get a look at your spine under there.”

Deftly, but at this moment still professional, he unclasps her bra now getting a full appreciation of her beautiful back. He probes around making mental notes then it suddenly hits him that she complained about her lower back.

“Jasmine, from what I am feeling your entire back should be in pain. His cock is already making a tent in his trousers. I guess to fully examine your lower back you will need to take off your pants you can leave the underwear on if you wish.”

He took a deep breath hoping he could resist Jasmine as she was one of the hottest patients he had seen in a very long time. Trying to keep his cool he re-hooked her bra not wanting to worry her. He steps back a few inches and watches her struggle with her pants as laying on her stomach makes it difficult to take down the garment. He debates offering to help but says nothing.

 

[Jasmine12345]

As I am lying on my stomach, when I turn my head I see the protruding bulge in his trousers. About the same size as my chiropractor's. I didn't make it with my chiropractor. After the end of a few visits I went on to his business website and sent a message saying if he needed any kind of assistance I would be available. Dead. No response.

Now this one, Dr. Smith, is also having an erection right by my side. It's a good sign. Good. I regret not doing what I should have done with my chiropractor. I like to get connected with an older man in the medical profession. I think they are at least better than lawyers or cops. I've dated a cop once. I thought it'd be safer with a cop. Man. Once is enough. As to dating a lawyer, I am sure you have to behave too you know.
Now this one, Dr. Smith, an older man in the medical profession. So far so good....The massage table is very comfortable. I am lying on a heated mattress in this nicely air conditioned room. There are about 5 massage tables divided by flimsy drapes that can be easily flopped open by an assistant. People can hear but can't really see one another. Nice music. Soothing and relaxing. I've already removed my pants. Still facing the floor. The doctor is saying nothing.

 

[hotpup]

Rod gulps as she exposes more of her hot body to him, he shakes his head thinking, instinctively knowing that this young lady may be his downfall. He caresses her butt lightly before he runs his hand over her lower back all the way down past her tailbone not so gently as he pokes and prods her spine and surrounding muscles.

“Young lady your back is a mess. This could take several weeks, we’re looking probably at three months of me giving you a workout. The prior treatment did not work at all. First thing, is if you do not sleep on a firm mattress you need to get one. Second before you leave I’ll have my nurse give you a shot to help with the pain and send you off with a script for muscle relaxant,” this is a speech he has made many times but what is new is what his hands are doing as he speaks.

His hands are under her panties aggressively fondling her but cheeks. Suddenly he realizes what he is doing and without a word moves his hands off the sexy butt and begins to work on her muscles . After which he shows her some exercises. Most of them he needs to show her hands-on and is loving the view of her in just bra and panties especially when they brush against each other.

“Good posture is very important,” he comments as he uses one hand to push on her lower back and the other to grab her shoulder and push back causing her to sit straight up and her breasts to come very close to his face. He might have let himself accidently fall against her breast but just then the nurse walked by.

 

[Jasmine12345]

This doctor is clumsy and wobbly. He pushed on my lower back, grabbed my shoulder and pushed again that made me sit straight up and my breasts came very close to his face. He looked like he might have let himself accidently fall against my breast. Gawky, gawky and gawkish.

After a brief examination he said my back is a mess. Maybe I should stop sleeping around at different places. Party hosts don't really care much about how their guests sleep over. On the floor. The couch. "Just put 3 chairs together and go to sleep." That was what I did that broke my back....Maybe someday I would get it figured out...it's OK...no problem...not a problem...Don't call it a problem.

The doc ordered his nurse to give me a shot to help with the pain. This is the end of the first visit today and I am at the front desk now.
"$40 please"
"I thought my co-pay was $10"
"No, $40 for each visit. your next appointment is Friday same time."
I paid and walked out.

 

[hotpup]

Dr. Smith knew that he came off a bit strange to Jasmine but it had been a long time since he had been flustered by a patient. He stopped by the front desk and told his receptionist to pencil Jasmine in for a total of 12 visits instead of the 8 which would entitle her to a reduced co-payment. At that he was not sure that 12 would be enough to solve her problems. He hoped so as the only alternative might be surgery which while it might work it could also make things worse. He would cross that bridge if it came to that.

Over the next three days thoughts would periodically cross his mind. He worked with lots of patients during that time, even some very sexy women but none of the women seemed to stir anything in him. In fact as he made a hot woman do posture exercises with his help a picture of Jasmine flashed through his brain. One lady even made a pretty obvious pass at him which he choose to ignore, maybe he would ask her for a date once she was no longer a patient of his.

He was nervous as the time for Jasmine’s appointment drew near. Somehow, he needed to come off as professional while at the same time letting her know that part of his intention was totally unprofessional. He was punctual and at 3:59 he was waiting in the exam room. Gently he place a hand platonically on the top of her shoulder, ”Come on in young lady. I hope the shot has helped some.”

He knew she could see the large bulge in his pants and knew she had seen it the other day but shrugged it off as there was nothing he could do about it.

 

[Jasmine12345]

Dr. Smith looks like a different man today. Poised, calm and professional. I get down on men who stand up straight, composed without even having to smile. One in formal business suit who walks long strides in good balance and one in awe-inspiring white cotton coat that makes a speech to his patients or to his fuck-buddies...That's how I get sucked in.

I still occasionally meet up with a business man once in a long while. Married. Forbidden. He would tell me to meet him at the street corner by a hotel after work. He only has about an hour with me each time. I perspire at the sight of his presence. His stern face and firm manner marked by absorption in thought and deep feeling. Powerful eye contact. Erotic at peak. I shiver when he has his hands on my hip as we walk into the hotel. One hour of intensity lasts about one whole month of constant arousal, just about the time when I would receive an email from him again.

I can feel Dr. Smith's hands working on my back. "My spine, Dr." The spine needs to be strong. He is rubbing me with good amount of pressure. The pressure carries some weight. Some significance. He comes in and out. The massage bed is vibrating shamelessly. The heat of the mattress pad is on and the nurse swings the drapes open, "Is everything OK?"

Is everything OK?

I thanked Dr. Smith for helping me get my co-payment reduced and also for a good professional massage today.

 

[hotpup]

“Yep it is all fine, Jasmine here has a lot of stuff in bad shape. I’ll call you back after a bit to give her a booster shot for her pain. Oh, by the way slip out front and have the receptionist book Jasmine for the private room next time as I don’t want her expressions of pain to scare off the other patients.,” he says looking down at his nearly nude patient that he has decided to make every effort to have sex with.

After the nurse leaves he tells Jasmine,”We really need to stretch out that back of yours. So, I want you to bring your knees up until your breasts are resting on them and reach your hands above your head and grab on to the end of the table, do not let go.”

Once she is in position he pulls back on her hips until the muscles in her arm ripple. He resumes working on her back his hips occasionally graze her underwear until he moves down lower on her back. His hands now working on her glute muscles.He debates whether to let his hand slip to the crotch of the undies. He might be imagining it but he thought he could smell the faintest aroma of honey and even see a damp spot . He was sure that it had to be only in his over-sexed mind.

 

[Jasmine12345]

"Dr. Smith, are you thinking about having sex on the crummy little massage table? Right here in the clinic? Not very romantic, doctor. I have a much bigger picture to show you...Tell you what, I live in the-swingers-community. welcome to stop by for some exotic tea to get you psychologically aware first. We probably should have an orientation by letting me understand your philosophy of sex. If the orientation results in all smiles, then I could take you to my swingers' club where ladies and gentlemen wine and dine. They joke around and dirty conversations flow like honey and cream. Very romantic doctor. After that I could take you to a private house party where ladies and gentlemen go a few steps further. Usually a small party of less than 6 or 7 bosom buddies. You'll need to hang on to my arm to be allowed beyond the entrance. And you'll need to show some sophistication to blend in. It doesn't mean you are obligated to have your penis exposed in front of everybody if you get nervous. You can even just be an observer-- an observer is not one that just slumps into his seat with his mouth open. You've got be mentally alert and have your character or something..... Or if you have a strong heart, I would take you for a stronger taste, I'd take you to an orgy. Could it be what you dream of in the bottom of your heart while working here wearing your white coat all day long?"

 

[hotpup]

“I had no intention of fucking you here on this table,” he answers as he works on her lumbar region"

“You can decide on Tuesday when we are in the luxurious private exam room whether you want to have sex with me,” he tells her as he continues breaking up the tightness in her back basically holding her down. He does not realize that his other hand, in fact, has begun to move slowly up and down the crotch of her underwear. When he becomes aware of his own action he does not stop as she has yet to make an objection.

He is taken aback when she brings up the swingers community, “I have never engaged in such activity. It sounds interesting however, I cannot see myself going to such a thing unless the lady that I went with had already had sex with me. Don’t worry about my heart or stamina as I get plenty of action whenever I want it. I’ll let you know at our next appointment whether the swinger thing is even possible. Meanwhile, we do have 10 more appointments to get this lovely back fixed up before your insurance runs out.”

His hand was moving faster on both her lumbar and her crotch. Feeling the knots break up in her lower back he walked away and called in the nurse to give her the shot. He wondered what Jasmine would say when the nurse left as she got dressed.