More Than Therapy

I am a 36-year-old, married physical therapist. My partner and I operate a sports medicine clinic. Because of what I do I try to keep myself in good shape. However, three pregnancies have taken somewhat of a toll. I have long red hair, I'm 5-11, weigh 145, and have 34-C breasts.

One Friday evening my partner asked me if I would take his last patient, since he and his wife had to go out of town for the weekend. My afternoon schedule was open so I agreed. His patient was an 18-year-old boy who had hurt his thigh and hamstring playing soccer. This was to be his last treatment and was recovering well. Since my partner had left at noon I was at the clinic all afternoon alone until his 4:30 appointment.

When he finally arrived I took him into a treatment room. He was also tall, athletic looking, and bleached hair. I had him sit in a whirlpool bath for half an hour then he got out, dried off, and he slipped on regular athletic shorts. I had him lie on his stomach and began working on his hamstring. Because of the position of his muscle in relation to his upper leg, it is common to have to work up to his hips as well. This is pretty normal in my work and nothing to ever suggest anything sexual. I did this work for about fifteen minutes and told him to roll over so I could get the front hamstring.

At first I thought he didn't hear me because he didn't respond. I told him again a little louder. Again he didn't respond until finally he reluctantly began to roll over. As he rolled over I discovered his problem. He had an erection. Not surprisingly, this is a common problem. We usually just ignore it to try and not embarrass the patient. However, for some reason I found it hard to keep from staring. This boy was incredible! My husband's is the only cock I have seen erect and, even though it was covered, it seemed MUCH bigger than his.

I tried to go about my work. He had his eyes closed, perhaps to embarrassed to look at me. As I worked I could not help staring at it. Now I have always been faithful to my husband, but for some reason I began to fantasize about this boy. It appeared that the more I worked on his thigh the bigger he got! It was then that I imagined my hands slipping up into his shorts to touch his manhood. I felt so guilty.

As my hand moved high up his thigh, barely touched the bottom of the leg of his shorts I thought I heard him moan. I'm not sure why but that seemed to turn me on a little. Here, lying before me was this boy, old enough to be my son, and I was getting excited. Something that had NEVER happened to me as a therapist.

I began to argue with myself in my mind. Should I just finish up and send him on his way? Should I continue and just try not to make it any worse for him? Or should I actually reach in and relieve this teenage boy? This debate went on for about five minutes and I realized I had gradually begun to move up further, even slipping my hand a little way into his shorts. That's when I decided what to do.

I looked up and noticed his eyes were still closed. Then I glanced back down at the bulge in his shorts and my hand, barely under the leg of his shorts, only inches from his cock. Slowly, I began to move my hand higher and then over. That's when I touched it! He then jumped slightly and I moved my hand back a couple of inches. I looked up and saw that his eyes were still closed. I then decided to go for it. I moved my hand back in and reached my fingers around his cock. I slowly began moving my hand up and down its length. As I continued to stroke I stared at his face with his eyes still closed.

I got bolder and there was nothing to stop me now. I had to see more! I reached up and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. As I began to pull them down, he quickly opened his eyes and reached out with both hands and grabbed my wrists to stop me. We just stared at each other for a moment. Then he slowly moved his hands away, to his side, and I continued to pull down his shorts as he just stared into my eyes. I moved my eyes down and watched as his young manhood came into view. I swallowed hard as in my mind I tried to justify what I was doing. But I had to continue.

When I got his shorts off I just stared at this 18 year old's body. I then began rubbing all over his chest. I even bent down and sucked on one of his nipples as my hand went down and massaged his dick. I then trailed my tongue down, past his stomach and onto his manhood. I circled my tongue around its tip. Then down the underside to his balls then back up again. This was incredible!

He then surprised me and pushed my head away. He sat up on the edge of the table and said, "I have never done this before. But before you make me cum I want to see you." I thought, "Maybe this is going to far." I said, "Have you ever seen a woman naked before?" He said, "Only in books." I told him that no one had ever seen me naked before but my husband. He just stared at me.

Without another word, with this young man sitting naked on the edge of the massage table, I slowly began to unbutton my blouse. When I finished I pulled it of my shoulders, down my arms and to the floor. My light blue bra was exposed and I was turned on. I was shocked to see that, as I was stripping, this boy began to stroke his cock…. while I watched! It made me feel sexy. I then unbuttoned my slacks, pulled down the zipper, and then removed my slacks. I was totally hot as I stood there in my matching bra and bikini panties.

As I reached up to remove my bra he stopped me and said, "Let me do that." He reached up and unhooked the snap in front of my bra and pulled it off my shoulders. He just sat there and stared. Finally, I just reached down and removed my panties and stood naked before this 18-year-old jock.

I reached out and took his hand. I begin licking his fingers. I then placed his hand over my breast and begin moving it in a circular motion. I then moved his hand down to between my legs. I was already very wet. He massaged me there. His inexperienced fingers soon learned fast. He then stood up and began to kiss me. His youth didn't diminish the eroticism. Our bodies pressed together. I reached down and squeezed his butt and as I did he did the same to me. He felt his hardness against my stomach. My breasts were squeezed against chest.

He then told me to lie on the table. Suddenly our age difference didn't matter. We were just two humans lusting after one another. I lay on the table and he admired my 37-year-old body. It again made me feel sexy. His hands began running all over my breasts and my stomach. Then one went between my legs.

I was content to have him bring me to orgasm like this when suddenly he got up on the table with me. He lay down on top of me and he began kissing me. I responded and accepted his tongue. My arms were around his back and I was squeezing his body against mine.

Then it happened. His hips lifted up and then down as he inserted his dick into me! I couldn't believe it. I hadn't actually imagined it would go this far. I was so wet it had no difficulty going in. I let out a loud moan. This seemed to urge him on even more. His young body began pumping me…in and out, in and out. I was in heaven. I didn't know how long his inexperience would allow him to hold back but my experience wasn't helping me at all. I was nearing orgasm fast. But I wanted it to last. This was incredible! It was like it was my first time again.

Just as I felt him tighten and reach his climax I let out a scream as I reached my orgasm as well. I accepted him totally. We were both writhing in complete pleasure. It seemed to go on forever. Then it was over. We just lay in each other's arms in total bliss, with his cock still in me. I couldn't believe what had just happened. But any guilt I may have felt was overwhelmed by the tremendous pleasure I had just experienced.

The silence was broken as he said, "I think I am ready to play soccer again." I just stared in peace as I watched him get dressed and leave.