“Good afternoon Rachel,” Greeted, the tall pretty brunette nurse. “You’re looking well today,” she stated as she stepped to the side to hold the door open for Rachel.
Rachel instantly felt more at ease from the warm sincerity of Dr. Hamilton’s head nurse. “Thank you Gwen. How are you?” Rachel responded warmly.
“Very glad it’s Thursday.” Gwen smiled excitedly, her brown eyes twinkling. “Dr. Hamilton is going out of town tomorrow so he’s closing the office and giving all of us a three day weekend!”
“Oh that will be nice, any special plans?”
Gwen threw Rachel a mischievous grin before turning on her heel, leading the way down a long hallway. “Don’t you know it!” She gave a husky laugh over her shoulder before she stopped and opened a door, marked number four. Stepping back, she motioned for Rachel to precede her; “Dr. Hamilton requested exam room four today.”
“Oh my,” Rachel exclaimed quietly, her face flushing in warm embarrassment. If I thought the first room was pretty and luxurious, this room is way over the top, she thought to herself. It was dimly lit with, candles strategically placed around the room, setting off a soft yellow glow. A soft musky scent of jasmine and sandalwood was wafting in the air, and standing in prominent domination in the center of the room, sat a very large king sized bed, with black satin sheets.
Rachel felt her face grow increasingly warm as she recalled a conversation from her first visit, “What’s the next step?” She had asked Dr. Hamilton, at the end of her first appointment.
“Learning how to please a man.” He had responded with a devilish smile.
“Your robe is hanging on the back of the door,” Gwen interrupted Rachel’s wayward thoughts, “the same as last time, remove all of your clothing and I’ll let Dr. Hamilton know you’re here.”
Rachel turned and gave Gwen a wane smile, her eyes not quite meeting the nurse’s. “Thank you.”
Gwen smiled warmly, “I know all of this seems a little strange to you but it will get easier. Just give it some time.” Squeezing the other girl’s forearm she continued, “Since Dr. Hamilton has requested regular visits; I’ll just set up your next appointment.”
****
The instant the door closed behind Gwen, Rachel was inundated with nervous anxiety. I really shouldn’t be here, she quietly told herself. If anyone should be helping me get over my sexual phobia it should be my husband.
Sucking in a fortifying breath, Rachel made up her mind. She could do this on her own; she didn’t need the help of a sex therapist. No matter how devastatingly sexy and oh so incredibly talented he was.
But before she could take more than a single step there was a firm knock on the door and then it opened to admit Dr. Hamilton, Bryce, as he liked her to call him, but in truth she had secretly dubbed him Dr. Ah. He was just so handsome and viral he made her weak and much to her surprise, her pussy tingle. But you’re married Rachel, her little inner voice admonished, you shouldn’t be having such thoughts over another man!
Giving her self a mental shake, she flushed with embarrassment; Rachel lowered her gaze after noting the momentary look of surprise on Bryce’s face.
Bryce closed the door behind him. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he leaned against the door, a look of amusement on his handsome face, “Thinking of taking a runner, were you Rachel?”
Wrapping her arms around her middle in a protective stance, she turned away from him, her face flushing. “I’m sorry. I just don’t feel right about all of this.”
Pushing off from the door, Bryce stepped up behind Rachel, placing his hands on her upper arms, he pulled her back against his solid frame in a firm, yet gentle embrace, “What is it that you don’t feel right about,” he urged, his warm minty breath stirring the flaxen tendrils at her temple. “Are you still concerned about your husband?”
When he felt the betraying little shudder ripple through her, he spun her around to face him, his hands tipping her head back, anchoring it, so his golden eyes could spear her own dark blue, “Or is it just that you’re too ashamed to face how you responded to me during our first session?”
Rachel gasped, she couldn’t believe his ego, but was even more ashamed to admit, even to her self, that he was right, “No!” She quickly denied, “I mean - yes!” She let out a frustrated breath, as she tried to explain what she meant. “I feel as if I’m cheating on my husband, whom I love very much.”
“I’m glad to hear you love your husband, Rachel. It makes your likely hood of a full and lasting sexual relationship that much more promising.” Bryce gave a lopsided smile, tracing her square jaw with the pad of his thumb, “But I assure you, you are doing nothing wrong. Your husband is fully aware of what our sessions involve.”
She lowered her eyes, focusing on his prominent chin, her pink tongue sliding out to moisten her lower lip. Closing her eyes, her forehead wrinkled, “I’m just so confused, this is all so new to me.” She exclaimed in frustration.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” Bryce said encouragingly. He continued when she had complied, his eyes drilling into hers, “There is absolutely no reason to be ashamed of your attraction for me. It’s perfectly normal. Not to mention how much easier it makes things between us. Okay?” His dark tawny eyes dipped to look at her moist lips, painted a delicate shade of pink.
Rachel’s gaze followed suit, dipping down to look at his lips before her gaze returned to his, “Okay.” She stated in a soft husky voice.
Bryce dipped his head, his lips taking immediate possession of hers. The kiss was all electric passion, as his tongue forced her lips apart. Rachel felt a shuddered run through her when his tongue collided with hers. Lifting her hands to clasp his broad shoulders, she reached up on tip toe, seeking closer contact as their tongues continued to dual for possession.
Bryce tore his mouth from hers, sucking in a much needed breath. He placed his forehead against hers, asking in a hoarse voice, “Did you do your homework?”
Blushing, Rachel gave a small nod of affirmation.
He grinned as he noticed the very becoming blush coloring her peaches and cream skin, “Good.” He dipped his head dropping a quick possessive kiss on her lips as he led her over to the bed, guiding her to sit on the edge the satin comforter, he lowered himself beside her, turning so he could study her reactions closely. The he continued. “So tell me what you were thinking while you were watching the videos. How did they make you feel?”
Rachel looked down at the floor, her long straight hair shielding her temporarily. She was too embarrassed to look at Bryce, she wasn’t quite sure how to answer those questions, or even sure she wanted to answer them. So she just gave a quick dismissive shrug of her shoulders.
Pushing the curtain of her hair away from her face, Bryce curled long tanned fingers under her chin, encouraging her to look at him. “Ah sweetheart, just as I told you. There is no need to be embarrassed or ashamed of your attraction for me, the same holds true of watching other people pleasuring one another.”
Bryce gently stroked a hand down her neck and over one slim shoulder, sending little shivers of awareness down Rachel’s arm, causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to throb. “But -,”
He closed the gap between them, slowly leaning over to playfully, nip her exposed earlobe, “But,” he interrupted, with a soft growl, his tongue tracing the outer shell of her ear, “the women were pleasuring not only men but one another?”
Rachel gasped, not sure if it was from the erotic glide of Bryce’s tongue in her ear or for the fact he knew she had become turned on by watching the exotic dancers not only strip for the men in the video, but sucked their cocks until they came and then with the encouragement from the men sucked each others nipples and pussies. “Y-yes,” she stammered as his tongue traced a path down the side of her neck.
“I would think with your artistic background,” Bryce teased while nipping and licking down to the crook of her shoulder, “that it would be obvious. We’re all sexual creatures, sweetheart.” Lifting his head, his tawny colored eyes, captured her glazed look. “There is nothing wrong in being aroused by what you saw.” He captured her lips in a quick burning kiss; pulling back he rested his forehead against hers. “Did you pleasure yourself like the video showed?”
Rachel closed her eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment in Bryce’s eyes when she told him no. Instead of verbalizing it, she shook her head. How could she touch and pleasure herself when she was still so new to all of these feelings?
Bryce kissed her forehead before reassuring her, “Its okay honey, I know it will take some time.” Lifting a hand to the side of her face he kissed her cheek, and then asked softly, “Do you think you could show me some of the moves that you learned from the videos?” He prompted gently.
The color leeched from her pale skin, a look of shear panic engulfing her face. “I - I don’t know if I can.” She stammered.
“I know you can do it.”
At Bryce’s tone of confidence, Rachel felt the butterflies in her stomach begin to settle, “What if I’m no good at it?”
He took quick possession of her mouth once more, drawing a moan from her, before he lifted his head to look at her, “You know what they say, practice makes perfect. Besides,” he gave self depreciating laugh, “I know I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but it doesn’t take much to get a man aroused.” He gave her a wicked grin.
She gave a strangled laugh at his teasing, “Fine. I’ll give it a try.”
“That a girl.” He stated, setting her away from him, he stood up, strode over to the stereo, and then flipped a couple of switches. He kicked off his shoes, then climbed on the bed, propping himself against the headboard, his hands folded behind his head. “Okay sweetheart, any time you’re ready.” When she hesitated with a dear-in-the-headlights look, he encouraged her, “Just close your eyes, and let the music move you.”
Swallowing to ease her dry throat, Rachel did as he instructed. Closing her eyes, she listened to the strands of music, allowing it to flow through her mind and slowly she started to sway to the music. As the beat picked up pace she began to move and roll her hips in slow tantalizing movements.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart,” Bryce hissed in a husky voice. “That’s it. Now use your hands. Touch yourself as you slowly begin to undress.”
Bryce’s voice finally penetrated through Rachel’s foggy mind, images of the beautiful female dancers flitting on her mind’s projector. As they had danced and swayed to the music, they would run their hands over their lush curves, and then slowly began peeling off their clothes. Rachel began to imitate the sensuous movements. Her hands running up over her hips, slowly and sensuously up her waist to finally cup her full breasts.
Her nipples contracted into sharp points. Running her fingers gently over the tips, she gasped at the arrow of desire that shot down to her already engorged clit. Cupping and massaging her breasts she slowly released them, to slide her hands down over her abdomen. Flicking open the white leather belt, she released the hidden button, allowing the silk wrap around dress to gape open.
With a quick sensuous flip of her shoulders, the pink silk slid gracefully to the floor, revealing a matching set of lingerie in a lighter shade of pink.
Bryce gave a low guttural moan from behind her, spurring her on with encouragement. Rachel’s pulse sped up as a thrill of excitement ignited the fire in her veins. Skimming her hands up her waist she, wiggled her hips while reaching up and unclasping her bra, letting the straps slide slowly down her arms. The bra proudly displayed her full pouting breasts, while the G-string panties hide only the soft delicate curls of her pussy.
Spinning on her spiked heels, she wiggled her softly rounded ass and spread her legs a little wider. Bending over at the waist, she slid the panties down, revealing the slick folds of her labia wet from her juices. She placed her hands on the floor in front of her, bending at the knees she bounce softly once, twice, then slowly traced the soft skin from her ankles to her calves, up her inner thighs, then around her ass, to grasp the firm globs and spread them in a wanton display.
A hoarse guttural growl came from behind her, “Come here sweetheart,” Bryce demanded.
She flicked her head, peaking over her shoulder as her long flowing hair shimmered. Rachel gave a little gasp at the sight of Bryce completely naked.
His bronzed skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. Her gaze dipped to his broad chest, a smattering of dark hair covering his pecks, then arrowed down his washboard abs to a thick nest of hair that surrounded his cock. Her blue eyes widened in apprehension. She wasn’t an expert on a man’s anonymity but she knew he was way more than average.
Sensing her uncertainty, Bryce gently infolded her delicate hands in his own and tugged her between his splayed legs. He sent her a lazy, sexy grin, “You still don’t trust me, do you?”
Swallowing past the lump of fear in her throat, she tensed when he released her hands to possessively claim her hips, “I’m-,”
“Shh, its okay,” he said huskily, “we’ll take it slow, just like before, okay?” When she nodded he slid his hands up her flat stomach and cupped her luscious breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh.
Tipping her head back, Rachel closed her eyes on a moan as liquid desire zipped down her spine to pool low in her belly. She grasped his broad shoulders, her short manicured nails digging into the flesh when he took a sensitized nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her legs gave out as he cupped her bare ass, his tongue licking and teasing the other nipple now.
She slowly slid down his bare chest, his course chest hair heightening the pleasure as it scraped against her nipples. Rachel couldn’t explain how Bryce was able to make her feel boneless, her mind completely tuning out everything but what was happening between them. She knelt down in front of him.
Bryce captured her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue plundered her waiting mouth, their tongues mating. Rachel slipped her hands down over his firm muscled chest, her long fingers tangling in the mat of hair. When she touched his hardened nipple she felt a surge of power and wonder when he moaned low in his throat.
Tearing his mouth from hers, she looked up at him in wonder and confusion, his skin was stretched taunt over his chiseled features, “Yes, sweetheart, I’m just as sensitive as you are.” He sucked in a breath, his back arching as her nails flicked and twitched his nipple again. “That’s it, don’t be afraid to touch me,” he encouraged, leaning back on the palms of his hands.
Rachel inhaled the musky scent of him, his cock standing up in proud relief. Hesitantly she slid her shaking hands over the smooth skin at his sides, encouraged by the little quivery ripples in his stomach muscles at her touch, she continued to inch closer to his cock.
Her fingers gently touched the soft steel of him but she jerked back in fear, when he hissed out a breath, her startled eyes dilating in concern, “Oh! I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”
Stretching out a long powerful arm, he cupped her cheek as he shook his head, a reassuring smile on his lips, “No, you didn’t hurt me. It’s just I’m so hot for you, I’m ready to cum at any moment.” He watched as her eyes changed from clouded with confusion to bright and alert. He held his breath, trying to be patient while she reached for him once more, “Yes! That’s it sweetheart, stroke it. Squeeze the head just below the rim.”
“Oh! It’s so soft!” She exclaimed in wonder, “It feels just like velvet, yet it’s so hard! Tell me how to please you.”
Bryce gave her a rakish smile, “Unfortunately, it won’t take much, since I’m so close to the edge right now. But, do you remember how I pleasured you with my mouth?” He continued when she nodded, her large blue eyes shining with what he hoped was eagerness. “Be creative with your mouth. Take me as deep as you can, and then suck on my cock as you pull back. Use your tongue to lick around the head, the more you suck and move your head up and down the quicker you’ll make me cum.”
Rachel instinctively held his cock in one hand while bracing herself with her other hand on his thigh. Taking a shaky breath; she licked her dry lips and flicked her tongue out to touch the swollen head. A rush of power washed through her when she heard Bryce suck in another shuddering breath. Peaking through her lashes she watched as he threw his head back, his eyes shutting, a vein beginning to throb erratically in his neck.
Encouraged she did as he had instructed and opened her mouth wide enough to encompass the head, then lowering hers, she relaxed as she took the shaft as far as she could, then sucking while she pulled back, her teeth gently grazing over the rim of his cock.
“Oh God Rachel!” Bryce moaned and shuddered in response. “Yes! That’s it! Just… like that!” He clenched his fists at his sides. It was taking every ounce of strength he possessed not to burrow his fingers in her golden mane and pump himself in and out of her talented mouth. But he knew with her past history, he had to restrain himself, this was all new to her and it was his job… no his pleasure he corrected to teach her how to enjoy sex.
He gritted his teeth, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead as he felt the tell-tale tingling at the base of his spine that warned him of his impending climax. Jerking away from her just in time, he let out a low guttural moan as he erupted.
Rachel sat back on her legs, watching as Bryce shook with pleasure, a feeling of triumph blossoming. She had done this to Bryce!
Once he had recovered, he bent forward to grasp her upper arms, hauling her up against his solid frame, his mouth, taking possession of hers in a searing kiss. Tearing his mouth from hers, he rested his forehead against her own, brushing away a strand of hair that was plastered against her cheek, “That was incredible,” he said. “You were incredible!”
She cupped his cheek, the stubble, tickling her palm; she smiled shyly, “What happens next?”
Grinning at her shy enthusiasm, he gave her a quick kiss, “You learn the joys and wonders of your own body.”
Her brows puckered in concentration and she spoke before she could think better of it, “But when do we do it?”
Bryce threw back his head and laughed, “I’m assuming by the term ‘do it’ you mean have intercourse?”
Rachel flushed a deep crimson, “Yes.” She said stated defensively.
“When you’re ready.”
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