I sat in the soft leather club chair taking in the details of the office and the beautiful blond sitting across from me as I waited for her instructions. She was very tall though most of her length was in her legs. They were hard to ignore, sheathed in a nude-look nylon with a subtle seam—they probably had those dark toe and heel reinforcements too--and accentuated by a fitted business suit with barely enough room to hold those elongated and defined thighs. She looked up from her notes and smiled but still said nothing. There were no wasted words, no coddling, just that professional pause until I became so uncomfortable I began to fidget. “Tell me what brings you here today, Mr. Bartlett.”
I didn’t know where to begin so I started in about my history in vague terms. My hedging prompted her to take a more direct tack. “Mr. Bartlett, I am a psychiatrist known for my work in human sexuality. I am a trained professional with years of experience. I am also a woman with a woman’s intuition for these things. We can get to the matter more quickly if you just bypass all the stop and go traffic and tell me why you are here.” “Well I am fine… sexually I mean. I do get obsessed sometimes and my eyes stray. Well maybe my thoughts stray but I don’t really do anything about it…anything harmful…I mean nothing illegal or illicit.” She lowered her pencil to the pad, raised her piercing blue eyes over the rim of her reading glasses and rejected my opening, “I am sorry, Mister Bartlett but I believe you are not being completely open with me. I think you have been obsessed with sexual thoughts for a very long time and probably have been acting out in ways that are not so nice to woman and dangerous to yourself. You came here today to talk with me about those things." I began to feel trapped and desperately tried to will the hands on the clock to spin to the fifty-five minute mark. She went on, “I know what you are thinking Mr. Bartlett. I have notes about your previous mental history and I can feel it as you look at me now. You are disarmed by my looks and you want desperately to give in to your primal sexual urges. I assure you I am used to this. All men deal with these thoughts and impulses. They are even healthy in the average male.” But you are not so average; you are not thinking normal sexual thoughts at all. You are more creative than that, aren’t you?” You want to be naughty and dirty with the women to whom you are attracted—to do little boy things in front of them. You are an adolescent, a man-child, and you want to bathe in your adolescence forever.
Seeing a new analyst at my wife, Melanie’s orders was something I was not excited about but I knew it was the last chance I had to save our marriage. I had finally caught up to my raging libido and maybe even passed it on the backstretch. We had had many discussions over my roving eyes, hang-dog tongue and little indiscretions but the resulting embarrassment of being caught in the headlights of my wife’s car as she pulled into the driveway that night was the final straw. I was naked and peeping through my neighbor’s window. It hadn’t been the first time I stripped off my pajamas and slipped out our back door. The thrill of stealing through the joining back yards with the feel of the dewy grass under my naked toes and the cold night autumn air in my nostrils was exhilarating. My neighbor is an attractive, flirtatious, single woman, who works in the banking industry. Patricia is very pretty and sexy with a cherubic body. She has a perfect hart-shaped ass and full breasts with prominent dark nipples, which I have peeked at over coffee or a trip to the mailbox. She is chubby but beautifully proportioned. She’s also prone to insomnia and, as I found out on my stolen late night visits, she likes to masturbate as much as I do. I watched her from her window, wet and naked from her bath, on the bed on her elbows and knees, ass up and cherry red as she spanked herself with her hairbrush. I stroked myself as I watched her roll to her side and bend her knees to her chest. Raising one pretty leg up towards the ceiling and pointing her toes, she squirted a big dollop of lubricant on the head of the oversized cock-shaped vibrator. She was just twisting it into the tiny puckered opening when I, so very close to erupting, felt the white-hot rush of the high beams. My shadow--knees bent, back hunched, dick hard and in both hands--was cast through the window onto her bedroom wall causing her to scream at the top of her lungs. I bolted for the safety of the back porch and my clothes but as I stepped inside Melanie snapped on the lights. I stood before her naked, clothes in hand with my dick and my cheeks reddened from stroking and humiliation.
My neighbor never found out who the peeping tom was because my wife agreed to keep the secret as long as I did what she wanted me to do.
“If you don’t go and see this therapist and do something about your dirty little urges, Gill Bartlett, I will leave you low and dry to play with yourself.” And the last thing I’ll do before I go is tell Patricia, your peek-a-boo fantasy girl, that it’s you who has been jerking off all over her aluminum siding for months. She can do whatever she wants with that information. Sometimes I wonder if this is what you really want--to just be by yourself so you can play with your pud any old time you want. Is that what you want, Gill? Do you want to be left alone …you and little Mister Winky? The answer was simple “no…that’s not what I want. Of course I don’t want you to leave me, Melanie. I love you and I need you.” To that she said, “well then this is your last chance. You will go and make an appointment with the analyst that was recommended to me for this type of thing and you will straighten out or else…. I leave.”
Mr. Bartlett…Mr. Bartlett! If you are through with your daydream we can go on. “Yes, Doctor Argenta, you are right. Do you want me to lie down on the couch? Finger to the corner of her glasses, eyebrows raised and lips slightly puckered as if thinking, she began her orientation. She told me she had a different approach to treating men with “my particular kind of problem,” a three-pronged approach and she wanted to begin right way. "Since I am a woman and that it is inevitable you will find me attractive at times during these intimate sessions, I am concerned about your being... distracted. Sooo, I have decided that it is important to our progress that I know when you are ...distracted.” She paused on the word. I lowered my eyes to avert her stare but now they were taken to the sight of her crossed, nylon-clad legs and the exquisite heels she was wearing. Her skirt had ridden higher up her thighs revealing a hint of the decorative pattern at the top of her stockings. Her ankles were thin and articulated and those feet, to see them, to hold them, to be able to lick and suck on each toe...but that would never happen. I missed a sentence or two but the next line startled me. "Please undress down to your underwear, Mr. Bartlett." I tried to speak but nothing came out. "I have found that with certain patients it is best to conduct their sessions in this manner. It allows me to...monitor there reactions to things in a ...(was that a completely professional smile?)...more direct way. They can’t hide their feelings from me. I stared at her, realizing my mouth was open. "...And with my male patients it is particularly important to know when they become...excited or ...aroused ...(the eyebrows again)...by our work.”
I sat motionless trying to decide if this was real. "Mr. Bartlett, if you are not comfortable with my methods please see my receptionist, Ulla. She will refer you to another therapist with whom I am sure you will be able to work. On the other hand..." she separated her steepled hands and gestured towards the couch. "Oh come now, if it is any comfort to you...Ulla, is in the next room. You will be assured your privacy, Mr. Bartlett, and know that you are entrusting your care to a trained specialist and her clinical assistant." I had forgotten about her receptionist. She was also beautiful but with dark hair and a much softer look. But the thought of another tall sultry temptress near by didn’t help to ease the situation at all.
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