“Stroke it,” I moaned. I guess she got the idea that the pole needed to be lubed because she would stroke it until it dried out then she would push it back hard against her labia with a squish, squish getting it all wet then pull me forward and start stroking again. A few times she even dipped my head slightly into the entrance of her tight tunnel. We swapped kisses and I continued to rub and fuck her legs. So damn close to her pussy it ached me. I think she actually came first as I could see her face flush and her whole body tense up. But I was not far behind as soon as she returned in force to stroke my cock I could feel cum wheeling up in my balls. I grunted into her ear, “I’m cumming” as I pulled my dick back so that the head was between her legs and then let loose with a torrent of jisim. I heard a soft ka-thwak as the first shot hit the blanket hard, Kristi giggled. The second shot somehow landed under her nighty striking her beautiful globes. From there on I have no idea where the rest of my cum went. I just remember latter using a damp rag latter to clean up the mess.” Kristi looked at me deeply with a wonderful smile on her face. We kissed again then pulled our clothes on and cleaned up. It was only about 6:00 in the morning and the sun was just coming up we soon fell back to sleep me behind her. We slept that way for the rest of the vacation but despite my best tries we did not have another ‘sexual encounter.’ I looked over to Samantha feeling the heat of embarrassment as I had a raging hard-on and she seemed to have put down her scratch pad sometime while I was recounting my sexual encounter with Kristi. “Dave, I have to tell you that I can treat you, but…” Sam seemed to hesitate. “But, what,” I implored? “Ok…” Sam seemed to stammer, “the deal is that you are NOT my patient.” She stated matter of fact. The ‘what the fuck’ look on my face must have been all the query she needed to continue. “That is not to say that we won’t have privileged communications or that II won’t apply professional standards while treating you. Just well let’s say that I am helping you as a friend and not a professional.” “Why,” I asked. “Well,” again Sam stammered, “there are ethical guidelines that therapists must follow with patients and let’s just say that is we start down that path it is a dead-end.” I was still confused, ‘ethical guidelines,’ what the hell. But, Sam closed the pages of notes that she had taken and set the notepad on a small secretary in the corner. “Well I do still have a small problem,” I stated looking toward my crotch. “Oh,” Sam remarked as she got up and went over to the bookcase, opening a drawer she pulled something out then walked back over toward me. Handing me the bottle, “Water base lubricant, I am sure you know what to do. You can either wait till you get home or use the bathroom in the back.” “Thanks.” “Another session tomorrow at five,” Samantha asked? I tell you I wanted to say hell no, but there was still the allure of this shapely therapist. Alas I responded, “Yea sure.” I decided till I got home to use the lubrication that Samantha provided and I tell you in my mind it was not Kristi that I was thinking about impaling, no I was smitten by my therapist and was whacking off hard to her. I could imagine those shapely legs wrapping around my waist, her hip length ringlets of hair, those stern lips softened for me, and those wonderful perfect melons as she rode my cock for all it was worth, taking the whole damn thing inside of her as she bounced off my tight balls. SPLAT! Chapter 2 At the coffee shop Terri plopped down in front of me, “So how was the Samantha?” “Just great,” I remarked with sarcasm dripping off each word. Terri looked at me and set down her coffee, “Look, Dave she really is a great therapist and she really helped me.” “Yeah, but how hard is it to help a nympho,” I blurted. I could tell that this hurt Terri as her eyes glazed. “I’m sorry Terri, but Sam sent me home with one hell of a case of blue balls and lubricant.” Terri just laughed, “You know that you can always see me honey.” Ok, so Terri and I just were not friends we were also bootie buddies. Terri would need it bad and come calling on me or I would have a case of blue balls and Terri would rock my world. Terri could give one hell of a blow job and she was a master of deep throat. On more than one occasion she swallowed me to the hit which led to her wanting to know how big I really was for her diary. I don’t know if it was really for her diary or Geniuses. “Yeah, I know Terri, but you know… well it is sort of.” “Oh MY GAWD,” Terri exclaimed, “Dave is in lust with his therapist.” “How about not broadcasting it on your radio show,” I exclaimed. “No Dave that is great, she is the first since….” Terri continued. “She is the first since Michelle,” I stated. “Well there is also you,” I added. Terri just smiled. “So are you going to see Sam again,” Terri asked. “Yeah, I have another appointment tonight,” I explained. “This time tell her that you are attracted to her,” Terri exclaimed, “or I will.” “Yes mistress,” I joked. Terri got a stern face, “Don’t go there.” Since I worked 7 days on and 7 days off and I just started my 7 off the other day I had not too much to do today. I went back to my apartment and decided to do some wrenching on my Jeep. I just ordered a set of tubular bumpers and a Warn winch that I figured I could put on today. Despite the hot Florida heat I pulled the Jeep under one of the awnings, plugged in my cyclone fan and started working. It took most of the day, funny how that happens and as I picked up my watch and exclaimed, “Shit.” It was already past 4:00 and I still needed to clean up and shower. Throwing the take-offs into the back of the Jeep I grabbed my fan and ran up stairs to take a shower and get ready. I like long hot showers, just something about me, but today I needed to cool off and quickly clean off for my appointment. I took a cold shower for the other reason, FL heat! I threw on T-shirt, jeep shorts and loafers and ran out the door. Of course my neighbor Ted was looking into the back of my Jeep. “Whach-ya going to do with all these take-offs,” Ted asked? “You want ‘em,” I asked. Ted just started to reach into the Jeep and pull the front and rear bumpers right out. “I’d help you but I got to run, late for a.. er date.” “You date, what’s the special occasion,” Ted joked. I guess it wasn’t a big secret that I had sort of sworn off women since Michelle; well again there was Terri, always good for the occasional bump and grind. I arrived a few minutes after five at suite B. I felt bad as I always was on time or early, must be the professional pilot in me. I worked for a fractional and our passengers liked to be on time or a few minutes early, never late, so I seemed to derive my whole life around that principle. Sam was waiting for me at the front door as I entered, greeting me in a white dress with off-white hose and off white wedges. Across her bare shoulders she wore one of those knit shawls. A warm smile greeted me as I entered the office. “Terri says you’re never late, I was starting to wonder,” Sam proclaimed. “Yeah, well I got tied up installing bumpers and a winch on the ole Jeep,” I replied. “You have a Jeep,” Sam asked, interest sparkling in her eyes. “Yeah, a little TJ right out front,” I stated. I could see Sam checking out my Jeep. It was a Stone White Jeep Wrangler TJ with peanut butter wind jammer BF Goodrich 33” tires and of course, no doors. “I love Jeeps,” Sam exclaimed, “you’re going to have to take me for a ride some day.” I grinned at her comment, I’d love to take her for a ride in my Jeep and I could see her sitting next to me trying to keep her modesty in that lightweight white dress and her long hair flapping behind her. I felt the stirring in my pants thinking about her. Sam motioned toward her office, “Shall we continue?” I walked back and plopped myself right into her office chair grinning like a Cheshire cat. Sam looked at me and I could tell right away I just threw her off her ‘game.’ She looked around for a moment before stating, “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable on the sofa?” “Do you want me on your sofa,” I asked? “After what I told you yesterday I would think you would want to avoid me and sofas.” Sam just smiled her practiced smile, “get on the sofa.” I made a big deal of getting out of her office chair and moving to the sofa then relaxed in its soft embrace. ‘Oh this is an excellent football sofa,’ I thought. Sam sat down her lightweight white dress billowing slightly as she turned but with a practiced hand she pushed the material into order dropping between her crotch as she settled into ‘her’ chair. Her yellow tablet was on a table next to her chair today and she made a fuss of fetching it and reviewing the material. Sam just began, “Did you and Kristi date or have relations after your first encounter?” I answered, “No, Kristi and I weren’t dating at the time we tried sex. For the rest of the vacation I tried to get into her pants again but she just wouldn’t cooperate. Even though we remained close shortly after the beach vacation Kristi started dating someone else. My parents moved across town and I never really saw or heard from Mike or Kristi again.” Sam proceeded to tell me her initial conclusions and talk with me some of my hang-ups. I admitted that I hadn’t dated since Michelle, about ten years ago. Sam scribbled in her yellow pad and then continued to lecture me on how woman’s bodies were very adaptable and with the right techniques even men with my ‘little problem’ can enjoy sex. “A woman can adapt for childbirth, no men are that big,” Sam stated. OK I thought, I read Masters and Johnston I fully understand and am aware of the female and male organs. “I’d like you to tell me about your next sexual encounter,” Sam continued. “Going to send me home with another bottle of lubricant,” I asked? Sam smiled, “You can stop whenever you need to cool off and the detail is up to you. Whatever makes you comfortable.” ‘I’d be comfortable in your pants’ I thought. I told Sam of my second sexual encounter: I was a Senior in High School when I met Jennifer. I avoided PE by joining ROTC as it seems that 3 years of the Rotten Old Toilet Cleaners meant that I did not have to attend PE. That meant no gym shorts, which would be too small for me, nor gym showers with the guys. I already had to do that once in Jr. High and never again. Kids called me ‘freakzillz.’ Anyway I was in the band and no one knew of my ‘little problem.’ As a Senior I sat ahead of all other trumpet players and made third chair, of course there was only three Senior Trumpet players that year, so yeah I was last. After marching season we divided into concerto band and the director came to me and stated he was putting together a brass and woodwind ensemble and wanted me to be the trumpet player. There was also a trombone or boner as we liked to call them, a flute, clarinet and oboe players. Three girls and two guys, what could be better. Jennifer was a junior and the ensemble’s clarinet player, yeah I know another gal who like to suck wood. She was thin with a very oval shaped head, deep brown eyes that looked almost black, long straight black hair halfway down her back and pale alabaster skin. The ensemble practiced five times a week and twice a week after school. The director decided to give Jennifer and I a duet a sort of brass woodwind dual of sorts that was wonderful sounding but technically very difficult. It was clear that if we were going to nail this duet we needed practice together outside of normal ensemble practices. I invited Jennifer over to my house and since my father worked the graveyard shift I knew we would be alone. The first five or so practices were innocent enough the music driving us and not lust. But, the better we got the happier she got and the more I stared to adore how beautiful this young woman was. On about the six practice I invited Jennifer over on a Saturday evening. I told her that we would practice some and I would cook her dinner afterwards. Jennifer stated, “It’s a date.” Jennifer came over that night in a black dress that fell to her knees, au natural legs and dark heels. If Jennifer wore any makeup it was very light and her nails were only coated in a clear coat. Seeing that I was quite underdressed, I excused myself to change claiming that preparations for dinner kept me from getting ready. “That is OK, you look fine,” Jennifer consoled, “what are you making?” “Veal,” I stated, yes I know how to read and follow directions out of a Betty Crocker cook book. I changed into slacks, loafers, and a white polo shirt. When I came back Jennifer already set out the two chairs for practice and was sucking on her reed whetting it up for playing. I picked up my trumpet sitting on a stand in the corner and also started warming up with a few scales. Soon we were lost in the duet the sounds of trumpet and clarinet in harmony then dueling in counterpoint. Watching Jennifer blow her clarinet was gorgeous and between the music and her form I soon got a partial stiffy. Jennifer must have noticed because I saw her look down toward me once and her clarinet responded with a honk. We continued until the buzzer for the oven chimed. As soon as I went to stand up I could tell what made Jennifer honk her clarinet. When I sat down the slacks pulled a little tightly and as my wood stiffened it became visible against the fabric of my pants snaking its way down. I was normally very careful about wearing baggy pants, but in my haste I must have picked a pair that was just a little too tight.” Embarrassed I excused myself to fetch dinner. I brought out two plates with the veal, carrots, and a side salad. Jennifer took that time to put up her clarinet and my heart sank slightly thinking she had seen my cock and was put off. I figured she just wanted to eat and depart quickly. I placed us at corners to each other but she moved her plate directly across from me. She made small talk during dinner, “Mmm this is very good”, “where did you learn to cook”, ect. It was not until she looked right at me, “Did you prepare someone for desert,” that the conversation changed.” “Er well, no I didn’t prepare a desert, but I could make some cookies or something,” I answered. I felt Jennifer’s foot against my lower leg as she stated, “That is ok. I am sure we can figure something else out.” “Popcorn,” I suggested and her foot moved higher under the crook of my knee. “Not really what I am interested in,” she replied with a gentle smile. I picked up the plates as her foot disengaged from my leg, “Anything to drink, soda, water, milk,” I asked? “Got any wine,” Jennifer retorted. Well my father did keep some wine in a box, not too bad stuff so I fixed two glasses before returning. Jennifer was still sitting at the table, one shoe off and the other dangling off her foot. I sat down and handed her the glass which she sipped slowly. As soon as I sat back down her foot was right back to my leg. She stroked my calf, knee and finally my thigh as we made small talk. As soon as her foot reached my thigh it did not take long for my pole to wake up and stretch to length. Her face was shocked when she ran into my cock extending down my thigh with her foot. Jennifer just continued to rub and I now knew exactly what she meant by ‘desert.’ The look of surprise as my cock reached its full length in my pants was classic. From behind a wine glass Jennifer giggled but the look in her face was classic. However the angle of my cock was hurting at this point. I loved her attention but my cock was straining being bent over in my slacks. I stood up my cock fully visible in my slacks, “I need to er… well I got something.. er I’ll be right back.” Jennifer stood right up with me, “I’ll help,” as her eyes darted to my pants. “I can handle it,” I tried replying, but she just started walking to the back of the apartment. I followed, who was I to argue? Jennifer made the right turn at the end of the hallway and walked right into my bedroom. As soon as I entered she was facing me and planted a soft kiss right on my lips. I kicked right into high gear, a beautiful young woman in my bedroom giving me the most electrifying kiss and a woody that was painfully erect and straining at my slacks. “Now what do you need help with,” Jennifer mewed. I looked down her gorgeous body her black dress hefting slightly with her small but ample breasts moving in rhythm, her nude legs and naked feet that just strained my cock to its maximum limit. My eyes finally rested on my pants and Jenifer just nodded and stepped forward placing her hand at my waist kissing me fully this time on the lips. Her hand grabbed my cock as she parted my lips with her tongue. We dueled for a moment before breaking the kiss a silk thread of spittle pulling taught as our lips spread. The pain in my cock was unbearable, “Jennifer, I really need to let it out, it’s painful all crooked like that,” I related.

Watch out for part 3