Suzanne

Hi, If you are looking for blow by blow descriptions of sex it might be best to go to other author's stories. I like to think that the mind is our greatest sex organ. I try to leave out the graphic details, and then you can use a little imagination.

Suzanne

Finding what she needs

Part 1

I'm a psychiatrist. I have a very small operation. By small, I mean there only just me. No office help, no receptionist, no nothing. I do it by being organized. Office hours are Monday through Thursday, ten am till four pm. I start at nine and do office stuff and look at phone messages. At ten I put the answering machine on and unlock the front door. I only treat women and only those in their twenties or older. Appointment last no more than forty-five minutes and then out the back door she goes. I update my notes on the last patient and by the time the hour hand hits the number twelve the next patient of the day is invited in.

At two I had out for my one-hour lunch. That's a schedule for that also. Monday is a Chinese restaurant. Tuesday is Italian. The Wednesday is American and Thursday I do a salad at the deli in a grocery store. Some may think I'm a bit anal and they may be right. But it works for me.

After lunch I spend an hour doing more office work. The forms for reimbursement from insurance companies or the government are the hardest part of my day. Thankfully some of my patients actually pay for their own treatments. Let's not forget to check the answering machine and make a few phone calls. By now it's time to unlock the doors again and see my last patient for the day. You may think that only five patients a day is not a lot of work but most of them have deep seated issues so I try to offer the best care I can. It's not easy. Sometimes I go home and cry.

At night after I get my feeling back under control, I make my dinner. Friday my schedule will vary I'm not always so anal. Clean house, exercise, maybe visit friends, or meet at a bar or dance club for a laugh or two. I love to go to the theater. Movies and live performances are a great way to relax for a few hours. And every Friday night I would treat myself to a well learned orgasm. Hum...maybe I am more anal I think. No, I'm not that anal. One time I'll use my fingers or maybe a dildo or I might use one of several vibrators I have and I have absolutely no schedule what I'll use or even how. On occasion I may use two or three different appliances. See. I'm not anal.

One of the reasons I do a late lunch is because normally the crowd had dissipated and I can eat in peace. On that particular Thursday every table was being used and all but one had two or three sitting at them. One table had a single guy so I asked if maybe I could join him. He had the nicest smile; he even stood as he welcomed me. He had been reading his phone and it went into his pocket before he even sat down.

I have to admit I normally enjoy eating by myself. But this time was so very pleasant. We had a nice chat about a lot of different topics. I was surprised when my phone announced that my lunch time was over and I had to go back to work. As I stood so did Adam, that's his name, and thanked me for joining him, "Maybe we can do this again some time. I have lunch here quite often."

The next Thursday there he was and even though there were several empty tables I asked if I might sit with him. That was the pattern for the Thursday lunch. Lunch was at the deli with Adam. He was intelligent, had a cheery outlook on life, had an easy sense of humor and had a kind face. Most of all he didn't spend the hour talking about himself. If anything, he spent too much time getting my views on any manner of things.

This went on for several months, our lunches at the deli. When he told me her had to go to New York for a conference I was not pleased. He had become a fixture in my life. But it was just a week, so I bucked up and made do. When he was back the following week my little routine was back under control. After sharing a few stories from his trip, he was asking me more questions and little by little I would tell him things about what I did and how I did what I did. How training and reasoning played their parts in each woman's treatment.

What disturbed me was that during my Friday night masturbation sessions, I had never before had fantasies about another person, male or female. But now visions of Adam would float by, unannounced or called for. What was even worse was I found myself doing it on Thursday nights. This had to stop, right now. I never had those thoughts before and I wasn't sure they were proper. I was perfectly happy without a man in my life.

So I decided I would alter my schedule, the deli would be on Tuesday and the Italian would be moved to Thursday. I had to break the vicious cycle. I couldn't be playing with myself two nights a week. One time was certainly enough, wasn't it?

The problem wasn't solved. Adam was at his table when I walked in on Tuesday. He was beaming when he saw me. With all our talk over the past I had never found out that he had his lunch here twice a week. By the time we had finished eating and talking I had decided that Tuesday and Thursday would be at the deli.

That week I did myself three times. Well actually four because I did it twice on that Tuesday night. This had to stop; Adam was showing up all the time. To break the cycle, I watched some porn on the web Friday night. No luck, as I watched I was wondering how he might look naked. I knew he was in good condition. His t-shirts were tight to his stomach without any beer belly showing. What kept flowing through my thoughts was his penis long or short, fat or skinny, maybe straight or maybe not?

Then I had to ask myself, is he thinking about me at night when he's alone and in bed? I knew he had never been married and was between lady friends. Was he trying to picture me without any clothes on? I knew I was attractive. My gym membership kept me from gaining any real weight. I had been a cheerleader in college and I was less than five pounds from those years. Even my breasts were still firm, with them being small it helped.

Ok it was time to make some decisions. Should I see him on other occasions? Did I want to see him beyond lunch? Did he want to see me? There is only one way to find out right? Just ask and see what the answer is. Being brave in my head was easy. It took me two weeks to finial get the courage to actually do it.

"I have two tickets to Beauty and the Beast. Would you be interested in going? My treat the tickets were given to me." That was kind of a lie. I had bought them from a scalper the day before.

He almost fell out of his chair. "I...I...I...would love to go. Is this a date kind of thing?

"If you like, it could be."

"Could we have dinner together after the show? A friend is the owner of Charles and Judy. He owes me a favor. He said if I ever needed a table, no matter when it would be waiting for me."

Then he paused, "When? The only night I'm busy is tomorrow night."

"Not a problem. These are for Saturday night."

"You got tickets for a Saturday night? That is incredible."

I'll find out if this is just a mind game or was I thinking seriously about this guy.

Part 2

Six-thirty sharp Adam was escorting me to his auto. Looking for clues into his real person his shiny little VW was good to see. Still the gentleman he opened my door and waited for me to get seated before gently closing it. I may have given him a quick look at my thighs when I swung my legs in. Purely by accident I assure you. If this little test was going to be complete I needed to see his reaction to a simple display of legs. He passed it. No gasps of surprise, no drooling when he got in his side, no problems staring the car or driving away. Maybe he was gay? Maybe he wasn't thinking about me at night. Now what? Was this good or bad? What did I want it to be?

The show was all it was promised to be. Charles and Judy's was all I had heard about. Normally it took over a month to get a reservation. Adam must have been owed a real big favor. Two days warning and we had a table at the classiest place in town.

After dinner and a couple of drinks we were headed to my place. Should I invite him in? It had been a year since a man had been inside and that ended badly. Adam took the decision away. He held my hand and took me to my door. After thanking me one more time he turned to leave, stopped and turned back. "Could I give you a little kiss, before I leave, please?"

I lifted my chin and he kissed me softly on my lips. "Thank you...I liked that."

I almost called him back. He stood on the sidewalk until I closed the door behind me and locked it. It took over a minute before I heard his car start up and drive away. Was he thinking about the kiss like I was? I hoped so. It was late. I was almost always in bed before this hour. Instead of heading to my bedroom I went to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. I sat by the fireplace and thought about what it was I wanting?

An hour later I was naked and using my fingers to one great orgasm. When I woke up in the morning I was still feeling the need so I did it one more time. I spent the day, one hour thinking about my patients and the next hour thinking about Adam over and over all day.

Part 3

It was Sunday I still had no clue. The great psychiatrist could not even solve her own problems. But I did have an option that most people do not have. One of my friends, well most of my friends are in the same profession. So, I called my very good friend Jane and invited her over to watch football with me. By half time I had poured my heart out. As could be expected an outsider could see things much clearer than the insider. "Why not just fuck him? If it is good than carry on and see if you can get him up for a second bout. If he's a dud all you've lost is an hour or two of your time. And, hopefully, you at least get an orgasm. Finally from what you have told me he doesn't sound like an axe killer or if he is he's a nice one and a real live cock has to be better that your vibrator doesn't it?"

Then Jane looked at me kind of sideways, "Speaking of which I haven't been in your bed for ages. How about you invite me to stay the night? We could discuss your obsession with Mr. Adam a little more, between a little slap and tickle."

Jane loves the 69 thing. I'm not a big fan of it but being a good friend we spent enough time there to each have our first orgasm. I much prefer to be able to concentrate on my efforts when I'm giving and when I'm receiving I want to be able to enjoy every little lick and suck.

Anyway it turned out that a little slap and tickle turned out to be a lot of slap and tickle. It was midnight before we went to sleep that night. In spite of being a bit bossy Jane has a lot of hidden talents, so much better than my fingers or toys. Her tongue could satisfy a horny tiger. She says the same about me but I think she's just being nice. I think I came four times. Jane claimed it was only three but one kind of slipped in following number two. To be fair she had a number of good ones also.

In the morning after waking up before her I was able to do my morning rituals before her. So I climbed back in and woke her with some very devoted attention to some special places on her body. She has a number of places that she seems to enjoy being touched or licked or sucked. At first she wanted to resist but in a few minutes she surrendered and let me do whatever I wanted. It was fun and a person has to treat their friends kindly don't they?

Now Jane is a better cook than I will ever be so I set her free in the kitchen after she finally was able to get out of my bed. Breakfast was a real treat. Maybe I should invite her to stay over more often? I considered taking her up on returning to the bedroom but it was Monday and duty calls. After we shared the shower I chased her out and drove off to the salt mine and my first client.

Part 4

Monday passed and Tuesday lunch was finally on my agenda. It was everything I hope for. Adam was very enthusiastic about our date. He was so happy to have seen the show and was asking if we could go out again sometime soon. Playing it cool I told him that yes I would like that, how about the last Saturday of the month, which just happened to be two weeks away. We could attend a basketball game between my home town heroes and the nasty kids from California. I knew tickets would be hard to get so I told him if that didn't work out maybe a movie the following week would be nice.

He called that night and asked me if the second row about midcourt was ok? Being the cool chick I told him that would very nice. I guess two could play at being cool. At lunch on Thursday he dropped the comment that he might not be able to make the game. If not, did I have a friend that would escort me? "Yes, I think I could scare up a replacement if necessary. When do you think you might know?" I had to call his bluff.

On the following Tuesday lunch he said he was free and looking forward to the game. We made plans for after the game. If my team won it was dinner at Blooms Bar and Grill, another great restaurant. If we lost it was tacos at the food truck. The tacos were delicious when the local bums were blown away at 103 to 87.

As Adam took me home I was wondering if I should invite him in and follow Jane's advice. He solved it by telling me he had a fishing date with his brother the next morning. He was being picked up at five. Who in the hell gets up a five in the morning on a Sunday? The man was sick, certifiable.

At my door, after asking, he kissed me again. Longer, with more pressure and I loved it. My mind was made up. The next chance that showed up he was going to fuck me and it better be soon. Of course I had to let it happen naturally. I wasn't going to just drag him into my bedroom and demand satisfaction. Not my style at all. I was thinking maybe making out on the couch while we watched a football game.

Part 5

The following Tuesday Adam didn't show up for lunch. The bastard, how dare he? I was mad as hell at him. Here I was planning his seduction and he can't be bothered to attend my opening moves.

That night I was still upset, until he texted me. Sorry about lunch today. It seems I broke my leg when a taxi ran up on the sidewalk and clipped me a bit too hard. The doc said to stay off of it for four or five days. I'll be up for next Tuesday. See you then. Love from Adam.

Well now I felt awful. Here I was pissed at him and he was being carted off to the hospital. Well I can be gallant. Here was my chance to play nurse. I texted back all the things that are expected and closed with asking could I bring him supper. I could pick up takeout Chinese. Would he like that?

He responded as the brave and wounded warrior that he thought he would be alright. He had a frozen pizza he could zap. I insisted and he gave in, the schmuck. He was still wearing the same trousers from before with one pants leg cut off at the knee. He was hopping around the kitchen getting plates and things when I showed up. I let him do it, who was I to get in his way. When I offered to clean up after he said he could do it later, I insisted and he didn't argue with me.

"Would you like to sit and watch the tube for a while?" he asked.

"Well I should get home but maybe for a little while. I think Big Bang reruns are on. I missed a lot of the episodes. Could we watch one of them?"

It turned out we watched three. Well I did, as the third was ending Adam was sleeping with his head in my lap. Poor darling, I felt sorry for him. I woke him and helped him to his bedroom. Should I offer to stay the night? What if he had an emergency?

"Can I do any more for you? Will you need anything? I can do whatever you want. I'm at your service. Tell what you want and I'll do it."

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked up and asked, "Anything?"

"Absolutely, whatever, just ask." I knew I was leaving myself open but what the hell. Here was a hurt man that I had developed some feelings for. Besides he wasn't going to take advantage of my offer was he?

Well yes he was. "I could use some help getting clean. I feel sticky and in need of maybe a sponge bath. Would you maybe give me a hand?"

We took off his shirt. I was right, he was in good shape and he still sported a bit of a six pack. At the hospital they had cut off one trouser leg. So I helped work his pants off. After empting the pockets I dropped them in the trash container in the kitchen. When I came back it hit me. Adam was half laying on the bed in just a pair of blue boxers with little red ships on them.

What really got my attention was the bulge in the boxers. Was he hard or is he that big? The world wants to know. Well at least I do. Trying to play it easy I tried not to stare and asked where I might find some supplies. Under the bathroom sink was a small pail and the other stuff should be out in the open.

The ball was in my court. How far was I welling to go with this? Just as far as he would let me was my plan. If he had a problem with any part of this he had better say something. I told him to sit up so I could wash his upper body. As I was washing his stomach the bulge seemed to be getting bigger.

"Lay back, so I can get at the good leg," I ordered. "Now the other leg that. Are you ok? Should I keep going? Do you want to finish the rest?" The bulge had stopped getting larger. He must be full of blood by now.

He finally dawned on him; there was only one area that hadn't been wiped down. "Oh...yah...maybe I should do that myself. If you could maybe start my shorts down a little I can finish. I think."

Pulling on the legs wasn't doing it. "Can you lift your butt a little? Yah just like that."

The dark hairs were uncovered, did he trim a little? Then the beginning on the shaft was exposed. Oh the hell with it. I pulled hard and down his legs they went. My questions were answered. He was average in length and somewhat thicker around and straight as an arrow. My first thought was I bet it feels really good.

His hands shot down to try and cover it. I grabbed one arm, "Don't bother, I've seen it. And it's not something I haven't seen before. Move your hands. Let me finish cleaning you up."

I couple of pulls and his arms were lying next to his body on the bed. Adam was exposed in all his glory. It was very glorious. Going through my head was the question, how long before he might be able to do me. I wanted a good fuck and it looked like he had what I desperately needed.

I spent way too much time making sure that his genitals were clean. But you can't be to clean down there can you? I know when I shower I wash that area several times at least. Adam wasn't protesting the third time I damped the cloth and washed his penis and testicles. In fact if the swelling was any indication I think he was rather enjoying it. Should I have asked him? I don't think so; actions or reactions often speak louder than words.

Of course when he started to make funny sounds and move his hips I might have though he was asking me to stop. Of course if I wanted someone to stop doing whatever they were doing I would come right out and tell them to stop. So until he said he wanted me to discontinue I was going to keep it up, at least a little longer.

What would Jane suggest at a time like this? Maybe she might thing a series of hand movements up and down. Fifteen strokes and he was crying out, "Don't stop...Please...Don't stop...Here it comes." It must have been a long time between orgasms for Adam or he is a mass producer. It was like a volcano erupting. Semen was shooting straight up in the air, six maybe seven solid times, falling back on his chest and stomach. Then more flowing out and down across my softly moving hand.