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The Deepest of Intimacies

byeightballbum©

This story is basically a romantic memory as told to a psychotherapist. I have placed it into the mature category, but I will warn the readers that it contains a fair amount of bondage fetish and one anal scene.

Chapter One

"Annie is my 2 o'clock here yet?" Dr Janet Waters released the button on the intercom.

"Not yet. Shall I send him in when he gets here?" Annie replied.

"Yes please." Janet Waters released the intercom button and took a glance out the window. Fall colors were beginning to emerge on the hillsides surrounding Salt Lake City. Moving her eyes to the traffic four floors below her office window, Janet thought that perhaps the heavier than usual traffic on the streets below were causing her next patient to run a little behind schedule. And of course the parking in the downtown area had become such a hassle. She returned her attention to the sparsely populated lines on the client information sheet on the desk blotter before her. George Runyan. Age 76. He was referred through a family practice physician that she was unfamiliar with, and other than an address out in Pleasant Grove and a phone number, she had little to speculate on. Just as Janet turned her eyes back to the foothills, she heard a stirring in the waiting room. Subsequently there came a light knock on her office door, and the entry of George Runyan.

Extending her hand from behind her desk Janet introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Janet Waters". George shook her hand, noticing her firm grip "Nice to meet you Dr Waters, I'm George Runyan, but I'd be honored if you just call me Skip."

"Please have a seat Skip, and call me Janet." She took a moment to survey her new client. At 6'2" and perhaps 175 lbs, the broad shouldered man taking a chair by the window didn't show his age. His hair was silvered for sure, but neatly trimmed with what she speculated was a "razor cut." He wore a light brown tweed sport coat over an azure blue broad cloth shirt clasped at the neck with a darker blue striped tie. The image of the classic gentleman was most unusual to see during this day and age. Tan docker style pants with front pleats and brown wing tip shoes rounded out his look.

Janet gathered her leather bound note book and took a seat in the leather chair opposite George. "Tell me then, how is that you came to find me and what is the purpose of today's visit?"

Skip took a moment to reflect, then took a deep breath with a slow exhale. Casting his blue eyes out the window he began. "I'm having some difficulty dealing with the loss of my wife. My family doctor, whom I've gone to for many many years, put me on some anti-depressant medication about three weeks ago. He also recommended that I get some counseling to help me get past my grief. He and I also belong to the same church, and since there are things that I need to divulge, that I don't want to become common knowledge, I asked for a referral to someone here in the city. He did some research and you came very well recommended."

As Skip concluded he brought his eyes to gaze into those of Janet. Pausing to gather her thoughts, Janet began "let me first explain that all psychologists take an oath to maintain patient confidentiality. What transpires in this room will be kept between us, I can assure you."

"Are you married Janet?"

"Divorced"

"Were you married for a long time?"

"About ten years."

Skip paused a moment then began again. "You appear to be much younger than myself; would it be improper of me to ask your age?"

"49, however, because of the client and therapist relationship, you aren't allowed to tell anyone that." Janet's face turned to a rather disarmingly broad grin, to which Skip responded by relaxing his shoulders, then a smile and a nod of his head.

"Point taken. Where would you like me to begin?"

"Tell me first a little about your wife. How long were you married, and how many children do you have?"

"We were married in 1958, so we were together for almost 48 years. We never had any children together, but I do have a step son. He was only three years old when Jillian and I met. I adopted him when we married, and raised him as my own. He took over the family business eight years ago when I retired. We haven't always seen eye to eye about things, but over all I'm pleased with him." George paused to reflect. Janet sensed by his breathing, that there was more to Skip's thinking than what was coming forth. She took the opportunity to further relax Skip by asking a few standard questions.

"Skip, have you ever been in therapy before?"

"No, but there were times I thought I should be....but, well you know what it's like being a church going man, father and company owner....." Skips voice trailed off into nearly a whisper.

"Skip. I use several techniques in my practice. One of which is body language. For example, I can tell that your mind right now has a myriad of thoughts running through it. You're finding it hard to put your feelings into words. What I would like you to do right now, is focus on the one thing that you don't want to say, but want me to know."

Skip took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then relaxed, closed his eyes, then began "Jill was a prostitute when we met......"

Holding back the sudden shock of Skip's words, she relaxed back into her leather chair and for Skips benefit closed her note pad. Sliding the pad onto the end table to her right side, she placed her ballpoint pen next to the pad. Pausing for a moment to let Skip get more comfortable with his story, Janet began again to pierce the thoughts Skip was holding in.

"Skip, we make no judgments in our profession. I've heard many stories, many of which have involved feelings of guilt or betrayal. Marriage counseling and divorces are the bread and butter of our business. I can assure you that there is nothing that you can tell me that would come as a surprise. To be effective in helping you sort through your thoughts, the grief of your loss, I need to know the details of what you're working through in your mind as we talk. Details are important."

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then Skip's demeanor seemed to lighten. He smiled back at Janet. Finally he began again with the words "then let's get down to business."

"If I start getting off track, just let me know. I was born in 1930. My full name is George Allen Runyan the third. My grandfather, George A. Runyan the first was a miner by trade. He started his life cracking ore with a pick axe. I don't know how much of his old stories were true or not, as he and my father both had a tendency to embellish a little bit." Slowly Skip began to relax, and it was obvious to Janet that he was having an easier time finding his words. Soon he was smiling and laughing, and even eliciting some laughter from Janet.

"Gramps started out in Butte, Montana learning the mining trade. He always thought that someday he'd strike it rich with gold or silver, but he never made his fortune that way. He did however acquire a mineral right to a hillside around Butte which turned out to be the largest lead deposit found in the US at that time. Are you familiar with lead?"

Janet was a bit transfixed with Skip's story. "Not really. Heavy stuff. Paperweights"

"Lead used to be a major component of brass. Zinc as well. Many uses at the time, but around World War One, brass was in great demand. Things like shell casings for bullets. Well, Gramps did very well for himself. He expanded past Butte and started a company that specialized in brass. That was 1923. By then he was acquiring mineral rights and small mining operations throughout the western states. He settled in Salt Lake many years later. My father was born in 1900. His mother was very big in the church at the time, and since the church was also heavily involved in metals and mining, it wasn't long before the social life at the time brought the Runyans into that social circle."

"Gramps retired and left the company to my father in 1949. By that time our family was respected around Salt Lake. The church and social functions took up a great deal of their time together. My father relished in his role with the company and with each new acquisition, the company and our family prospered. When I left for college my life began to change dramatically. What I thought I wanted to do with my life, becoming a teacher, didn't fit with my parents' plans. And although I did date quite a few times, I had trouble relating to the women at school. A little too prim and proper for me. Of course my parents always had their say in whom I dated. Coming up with daughters of friends and associates. Finally with my grades falling, and my social life becoming somewhat of a disaster, I left school. That was 1953. The family business was starting a down turn. We didn't know at the time how bad things were going to get in the mining business. My father, as did Gramps, diversified their investments so our family remained wealthy, however the business started to shrink. Mines were popping up all over South America and the metals produced hit the American markets really hard. Mines were closing up all over." Skip sat back with a wistful look on his face.

Janet then asked the question "So how did you meet your wife?"

"When I left school I told my father I'd return, however I wanted to work for awhile to find myself. Dad put me on the company payroll, and I began to do a little traveling for the company. We had several mines west of Las Vegas out in the Spring Mountains. The Lead mines were quite old and pretty much played out. My job was going out and closing them up and lay off the employees. Sell 'em if I could. Well, I got to spend a lot of time in Las Vegas. It was different then. Prostitution wasn't really legal at all in the state, but of course there were phone numbers to call."

"And you found your wife with a phone number?" Janet was by this time finding the story to be fascinating.

"Not really. I had concluded a sale of one of the lead mines to a much larger company. There were four or five of us that went out to dinner. I was the only one representing our company. The other guys were somewhat older and real hell raisers if you get my drift. Most had made many trips to Las Vegas and knew how things worked. Of course they knew of my church affiliation, so they were very cautious around me at first. Till we all had a few drinks of course. Unknown to me, one of the guys had arranged some female companionship for the group. After dinner we retired to the lounge. There was a dance band playing the popular music of the time, and the "ladies" came over to our table."

"And one of whom was Jill?"

"Yeah. We were all introduced. She started calling me Sugar. I don't think she remembered my name actually. I recall she was wearing these high heel shoes. Dark red. Seamed stockings with garters. She was beautiful. Light brown hair curled up. A very tight dress that left nothing at all to the imagination."

"Love at first sight then....." Janet said leaving the sentence unfinished.

"I suppose that infatuation would be a better term. After we danced and returned to the table, the other ladies and gents were gone. They'd left a pile of money in the middle of the table of course. Jill reached into my coat pocket and fished out my room key and said Come on Sugar. Let's you and me find someplace more private." Skip's voice trailed off a bit, and then with his thoughts in order he began again.

"Well, when we got up to my room, she soon became aware of how naive I was. It didn't matter at the time, but she was a few years older than me.....and of course her level of experience far exceeded mine. But I found her to be so alluring. So totally different from any woman I'd ever known. She was a fantasy for me plain and simple."

"Skip we're running out of time this afternoon."

"Yes, I see the clock has ticked down to zero." Skip said with a broad grin.

"I'd like to see you a few more times. Do Tuesday afternoons work for you?"

"Yes, that will be fine. Same time?"

"Annie at the desk will verify that when she books your appointment. But before you go, I'd like to give you a little homework. Grief and guilt are like a pile of stones. The pile itself cannot be moved all at once, but if we take each stone, one at a time, then we can eventually move the whole pile. So take some time this next week, and recall every detail of your first experience with Jill. As much detail as you can recall. We'll talk more about that next week, and starting working on another stone."

"Thank you Janet."

Chapter Two

"Weather in a word tomorrow, fair skies with plenty of sunshine. High about 65."

Skip pushed the button on the TV remote, bringing the evening newscast to a close. He settled himself back into his leather recliner, a nightly ritual he'd taken on since losing Jill. He didn't want to go back to the master bedroom by himself.

"So tell me Sugar. Do you do this often?" Jill smiled as she pressed herself up against Skip. Her perfume lightly graced the air in the subdued lighting of the hotel room. "Be a dear and unhook me." Skip moved his hands to the top of Jill's satin dress, fumbling with the dress hook. Skip was lost in the moment. Tentative at first, but once the hook came open; Skip took some more initiative and operated the zipper to the lowest point on the back of Jill's dress.

"No, I ah......this is a first for me." Skip blushed as the words left his mouth.

"Oh handsome, you're such a sweetheart." Jill smiled back at Skip, and with a slight tilting of her shoulder, her satin dress slipped to the floor. Skips eyes were transfixed by the way Jill stepped out of the dress, keeping his eyes on her shoes.

Jill pressed herself back against Skip, reaching for his neck tie with her long, red painted fingernails. "Then I want you to relax and let me do all the work." Jill moved Skips necktie to the left to gain some slack, then skillfully pulled the short end through the knot. As the Windsor knot came loose, Jill pulled the silk tie free from his shirt collar. Leading him over to the edge of the queen size bed, Jill turned Skip around towards her and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once that was accomplished, she undid his belt buckle and pulled his leather belt free from his suit pants. When she released the button on his pants, Skip moved his hands to his waist band to speed things along. Jill clasped his hands, ending their motion and looked into his eyes "I said.....let me do all the work."

Within a few moments, Skip was seated on the edge of the bed completely naked. Jill smiled at him, his erection was now at full mast. "Turn down the spread Sugar, let's get in." Skip followed her instructions and laid back with his head on a pillow. Jill made a momentary stop in the bathroom and then returned to the edge of the bed. She was missing her girdle, but her stockings, panties and bra were still in place.

"Shall I leave my stockings and shoes on?" Jill coyly asked. Skip blushed, ever so slightly, but Jill was quick to notice. "I'll take that as a yes."

Jill slid onto the bed kneeling next to Skip. As she did so, Skip reached up touch Jill's breasts. Once again Jill clasped his hands. "Now Sugar, what did I tell you? Am I going to have to tie these hands of yours?" If Skip had blushed before, this time he turned a brilliant crimson.

"Oh my, you naughty boy you." Jill reached over to the side of the bed and retrieved Skip's leather belt. "Cross your wrists Sugar." Skip hesitated at first then followed Jill's command. Once his wrists were secured back to the headboard Jill leaned into Skip to give him a warm lingering kiss. Her tongue pierced his lips, hesitantly at first, then plunging into a full exploration of his mouth. Jill broke off the kiss, then continued lightly kissing first his chin, then moved down his chest to pay attention to both his nipples. Placing the index finger of her left hand against Skip's lips, he responded with first a kiss, then a lick, and finally sucked her finger into his mouth. He began to moan. As his moans increased, Jill began to move her finger in and out of his lips. With her right hand, she began running her fingernails lightly over Skips upper thighs, first the left then the right, and while she was doing so, Skip spread his legs wider to allow Jill open access to his balls. Lightly she stroked his balls, and then she grasped the base of his cock. Jill removed her left hand from Skips mouth, moving it down to his nipple, where she gave it a quick pinch. Skip could feel Jill's breath getting closer to the end of his manhood. As Jill moved her tongue over the tip of Skip's penis his orgasm began to erupt. Realizing what was happening, Jill quickly sucked the head into her mouth, catching as much of his load as she could. Rope after rope of his seed splashed against her tongue. When his erection began to soften, Jill gave his cock a quick kiss then retreated to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth. Skip remained motionless, momentarily spent.

"My goodness Sugar, you sure are quick on the trigger." Jill resumed her position kneeling next to Skip.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I......"

Jill only smiled looking down at him. "Shush....I actually take it as a compliment Sugar. I guess you've really never been with a skilled lover before huh?"

"No"

"Well, the party isn't over yet Sugar." Jill reached back to unclasp her bra. As she did, her breasts fell free. They were large, far larger than any of the coeds that Skip had bedded. Rich full breasts with dark aureoles and long thick nipples. Jill leaned over where Skip could get a real close-up look moving her left nipple above his lips she said "Now Sugar, why don't you start getting me ready."

With that Skip sucked her nipple hard into his mouth followed by as much as he could of her DD breast.

"Easy Sugar, not too hard now." Jill reached down and lightly ran her fingers from the base of Skips cock to its tip then traveled them back down. Alternately fondling Skip's penis, and her vaginal area, Jill began to moan herself. Skips response was immediate. Once Jill was satisfied with his erection, she positioned herself over him, and with one swift motion, impaled herself taking him fully into her vagina. Jill settled back momentarily then leaned forward freeing his hands from the belt restraint. Once freed, she moved his hands to her breasts.

"Like my titties Sugar?"

"Oh my god yes...you feel so good. This feels so good......." The two of them began a rocking motion, speeding up and slowing down as Jill set the rhythm. Before long, in response to Jill's wetness and urging, Skip felt his balls begin to tighten back into his body, signaling that it was going to happen again. When it did, it was blissful. Both of them moaning, and panting and sweating. Jill was the first to cry out, as her body began to shake. Upon feeling her vaginal muscles tighten around his cock, Skip pushed his hips up as high as he could, plunging as deeply as possible into Jill. That motion sent Jill over the top, and the faint cry which began the flow of fluids from their coupling.

The spent lovers relaxed for a while, perhaps half an hour, when Jill went off to the bathroom for a pee break. Rather than returning to Skip's side, she stopped at the dresser to get her cigarettes out of her purse. Lighting one with the provided matches that the hotel had left in the ashtray, she took a long drag followed by a cone exhale towards the ceiling. With her cigarette and ashtray, she returned to Skip's side.

"I'm sorry, I should have offered. Would you like a cigarette?"

"I don't smoke."

"Now Sugar, if you're gonna become a famous lover boy, you're gonna have to start smoking. Women love it."

Jill placed the cigarette next to Skip's lips, and in response he took a tentative puff. Not inhaling much, but not coughing either. Jill smiled down at him, and abruptly got up and began putting on her clothes.

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