The doorbell rang just when I expected it. I knew it was the psychologist my friend Suzanne had recommended, who had given her his “clinical” therapy for anxious women. Anxious was code for sexually frustrated, and he knew from his practice that many women were not satisfied with their sex lives, leaving them wanting. His therapy was based on what the doctors did in the old days, which involved giving these women hand stimulation leading to an orgasm, and thus relieving their anxiety. Suzanne said his therapy was wonderful, and that I might want to try it.
I'm Kathy, and I've been divorced for about eight months after finding out that my husband was cheating on me. I'm pretty much over it, though I'm not ready to meet a new man to have sex yet, nor am I willing to get involved in any dating sites. Being a bit shy, I've stuck with masturbating to my fantasies, but that is not all that fulfilling. Based on Suzanne's recommendation and feeling my sexual needs becoming more urgent, I called the doctor. He explained his therapy and also said I could request any sort of activity that would help me to climax. I asked if he could play out a fantasy of mine, and he said yes, so I made an appointment for this afternoon, and now here he was.
I opened the door and let him in. He was nice-looking and quite a bit older than me, I guessed. We exchanged pleasantries and he said we should go to my bedroom for the therapy, so I led him to my room. He asked if I still wanted to do a fantasy, so I told him about my desire to be “violated” by some kind of authority figure like a policeman, and knowing it that wasn't real it would be a great turn-on for me. He said he could do that sort of thing, that he would lead and I would play along to enact my fantasy.
Standing in my bedroom, he told me to imagine that I was pulled aside at the airport just after going through the x-ray machine and told that I was chosen for further screening. I had been led to a separate small room with nothing in it but a couple of chairs, and after entering, the agent locked the door. He said I was randomly chosen for a strip search. The story the doctor was telling was just what I wanted, and I was ready and willing to play along!
He asked me to strip down to my panties, so I slid off my sandals, undid my blouse and took it off, followed by my jeans, and set them on my bed which would act as one of the chairs in the screening room. Standing in my underwear, he indicated I must remove my bra as well, so I unhooked it and took it off, putting it with my other clothes.
He told me to move to the wall and place my forearms against it just over my head, then step back about a foot and spread my feet apart. I was happy to do as I was told, as my fantasy was coming true. I leaned on the wall with only my panties on.
He stepped behind me and placed his hands under my armpits, then slid them down my sides to my hips. He continued sliding his hands downward on the outside of my legs to my ankles, then up my inner legs and thighs to my rear. He managed to brush my pussy slightly in passing. His touch was exhilarating as my fantasy was going even better than I had hoped, and I was getting wet with the thought of what might come next.