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Monica - Part II
******* SESSION TWO *******
When I arrived at The Institute on Wednesday I was about a half
hour early. I presented my appointment card to the receptionist and
she smiled as an expression of recognition registered on her face. She
placed my card in a small file box and asked me to have a seat in the
waiting room. Unlike Monday, the room was empty. Scarcely had my rump
settled in one of the over-stuffed chairs when the receptionist
appeared in the doorway.
"Miss French," she whispered as if about to share a secret with me.
"Would you please come back to the desk for a moment?"
I stood and was walking toward her when she turned and hurried off.
In the lobby she apologized for having to call me back, explaining
that she hadn't noticed the message attached to my file. The note
instructed her to administer my medication when I arrived.
When she fetched the bottle and cup from her file cabinet, I saw
that the drawer contained a large number of bottles, although I
couldn't tell if they were all the same. Opening the bottle, she
poured the contents into the cup and slid it across the counter toward
me. She watched me drink it all and held out her hand for the empty.
"Thank you so much," she said. "Now you can go back in and make
yourself comfortable until your escort calls for you."
I had taken only a few steps when I heard her exaggerated whisper.
"Oh, Miss French," she said. "The door on the far side of the waiting
area leads to the rest room in case you should need to...." Her voice
trailed off as she searched for the right words. She looked grateful
when I smiled and thanked her for telling me.
I really did appreciate the information and chose a seat close to
the door she had mentioned. I found it strange that the waiting area
had no magazines or anything for people to pass the time with. The
only entertainment was soft "elevator music" coming from I don't know
where. I was trying to guess what might be in store for me but I
hadn't a clue. Scenes from Monday replayed in my mind. The strange
intimacies still excited me. With closed eyes I felt Shelly's soft
hands on my buttocks and recalled with vivid clarity what she had done
with the long tube. The fact that she and Alicia had acted with more
than professional competence in carrying out their tasks did nothing
to diminish the experience.
The back of my mind was waiting for the onset of the cramps that I
knew would be coming, and there wasn't long to wait. Whatever that
stuff was, it worked fast! Rather than wait for the panic stage, I
rose and walked casually to the door. I was pleasantly surprised to
find a large and well equipped bathroom. Besides the bare necessities,
this room had a large counter under a mirror that covered a full wall.
The sink was located in the center of the counter instead of simply
hung on the wall. Next to the commode was a device I had read about
but never actually seen. I recognized it immediately as a bidet!
Hiking my skirt, I pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet
just as the first honest-to-goodness cramp arrived. I let it run it's
course and allowed it to force a small amount of foul smelling matter
into the bowl. It wasn't violent like the other time; there was very
little splashing and I was grateful. For the next ten minutes or so I
allowed my body to be guided by the chemical I had drunk and after
passing an equal mix of runny stool and gas I gradually returned to
normal.
Using a few tissues, I quickly wiped my bottom and flushed the
toilet. With a feeling of excitement, I moved onto the bidet and
looked around for the handle or knob or whatever you turn it on with.
I found a large lever on the left side, down by the floor, that looked
as though it should be operated with the foot. Pushing down slowly
with my heel I was rewarded by a fountain of warm water erupting under
me. It felt marvelous! I used both hands between my thighs to help
splash the water where it would do the most good. I was like a little
girl with a new toy as the water gently washed away the remnants of my
bowel movement.
When I was completely clean down there I withdrew my hands and
brought my thighs together tightly in an attempt to seal off the
opening. There is no separate seat on a bidet; you sit directly on the
porcelain. Confident that I had closed the opening, I pushed down
harder with my heel and received the full cascading force of the warm
geyser. I felt as if I could stay there all day.
But a part of me yearned to see what new things I'd do today, and
from the shelf next to the bidet I took a small white towel and dried
my crotch and buttocks. Dropping the towel into a basket below the
shelf, I stood up and used another to dry my thighs before pulling my
panties back up. When I walked back out into the waiting room I felt
wonderful and completely refreshed!
I had no just sat down and gotten comfortable when a woman I
remembered as my escort on Monday walked into the room.
"Miss French," she said softly. "We're ready for you now. If you'd
like to come with me?"
I returned her smile and told her that I was ready.
As we walked out into the hall I looked at my watch and saw that it
was still a few minutes before my actual appointment was scheduled. It
seemed strange that even though I'd arrived early I did not have to
sit and wait. I reasoned that they would normally have a delay built
into the schedule to give the laxative time to take effect. What I was
unaware of then, and indeed did not learn until several sessions
later, was that as soon as I had walked through the door, early or
not, all of the necessary people knew I was there and began preparing
for my session. In fact, my activities were being recorded on video
tape by means of hidden cameras! Well, more about that later.
This time we walked all the way to the end of the long hallway and
swung into another. My escort led me to a door some distance down the
hall and knocked softly a few times. When the door opened, I was
greeted by a very pretty young woman.
"Good morning, Monica," she said softly. "Won't you come in?"
At the sound of her voice I knew who she was, though she had looked
only vaguely familiar at first glance. It was Carol McGee! My escort
left and I stepped inside the room as Carol moved aside for me.
Instead of the uniform she had worn on Monday, Carol was dressed in
a full-length gown. It was actually a kimono, the kind of thing you
see Japanese women wearing in movies, and it was lavishly embroidered
with scenes of trees and dragons.
Carol closed the door, turned and extended her hand with a friendly
smile. I took the hand and marveled at the softness of her skin. It
was really more than just a friendly handshake.... she drew me close
to her and, before I knew it, we embraced. Carol acted so naturally
that I felt no un ease. Actually, I was relieved to be with someone I
knew because I had been a little nervous. We stepped apart and stood
looking at each other. Her smile was genuine and my hesitation melted.
She told me that she had prepared a warm bath and suggested that it
might help me relax. I told her that it sounded great and followed her
into the living room of a gracious apartment. It was beautifully
furnished, decorated in such a way that I could believe it a model
from Better Homes & Gardens! We entered a short hallway with a room on
either side. I caught a glimpse of the bedroom as we turned the
opposite way. The few details I was able to see were as impressive as
the living room had been.
The bathroom was huge! The focus was a red enamelled tub in the
center, large enough for a party! Looking around the room, I noted
that everything that would normally be white porcelain was the same
deep red. Carol was watching my face and laughed a little as she asked
me how I liked it. All I could manage was "Wow." We giggled a little
over my reaction and Carol pointed out the dressing area.
"You can hang your clothes over there, Monica." She leaned against
the rim of the tub and watched me undress.
She was watching me, but not in a way that made me nervous. I found
that I didn't mind at all as I unbuttoned my blouse and shrugged it
off. Pulling my skirt down, I stepped out of it and was attaching it
to the clips on a hanger when Carol complimented me.
"You have very nice legs," she said in a way that would have
sounded more natural coming from a man but which made me feel good
none-the-less.
"Thanks." I reached back with both hands to unhook my bra. Her eyes
were glued to my chest. When I slipped the straps from my shoulders
and tossed it onto the counter, Carol drew a deep breath. When she
said that my breasts were beautiful I felt an immediate flush in my
cheeks as I thanked her again. I pushed my shoes off and slid them
against the wall under the clothes rack. Thumbs under the waistband, I
bent over to slide my panties down. I was still not feeling self-
conscious, much to my surprise, but was aware of her gaze as she
watched me turn to toss the panties next to my bra.
"How are you coping with the loss of your hair, Monica?" she asked
as I walked toward her, her eyes directed now to that part of my body.
I told her that I'd decided that I kind of liked it; it made me feel
cleaner. Tretching out her hand, she helped me over the edge of the
tub into the warm scented water. She continued to hold my hand gently
as I sank slowly down and sat on the small ledge under the water's
surface.
"Shall I join you in the tub?" Although she framed it as a
question, I'm certain she expected the answer I gave.
"Please, Carol. I'd like that very much." She smiled warmly and
stood up, her eyes on mine. I pulled my gaze away from her face and
watched her untie the wide sash around her waist. In slow motion she
opened the front of the gown and presented her nakedness to me.
Again the only word I could manage was "Wow" and I spoke it as the
gown slipped from her shoulders to the floor. I had never seen such
exquisite beauty in person before. Carol McGee could have stepped out
of a Penthouse center-fold! She thanked me for the compliment and
gracefully swung her leg up and over the edge of the tub to climb in.
I watched speechless as her lower body disappeared under the water and
she sat directly across from me. I had noticed that she too was
without pubic hair and thought she looked perfectly natural that way.
We sat there motionless in the water for a few moments just looking
into each other's eyes before Carol spoke again. "I love to just sit
in here and soak," she said dreamily. She reached over the edge of the
tub and turned a valve. The water began to swirl. Next came two large
soft sponges. Leaning forward in the water, she floated toward me and
handed one to me.
"The soap is in the tray right next to you, Monica," she said as
she turned and sat next to me on the ledge. "If you'll hand it to me
I'll do your back." I readily accepted with a smile and handed her the
bar of Ivory.
My mind was whirling! I had hoped that I would get the chance to
feel her hands on my body but was too timid to make the first move. I
think she knew that, and her offer to "do my back" was one that
sounded reasonable. I let myself imagine where this might be leading
and the possibilities excited me.
Carol began stroking gently with the sponge, and the warm water
felt nice. She washed my back for several minutes before rinsing it.
"Would you like to do me now?"
"Oh, yes."
Carol turned her back to me and I began soaping my sponge. To keep
from sliding around on the slick shelf, I put my free hand on her
shoulder to steady myself. Her skin was smooth and soft. I was sort of
moving my hand around on her shoulder while making big soapy circles
on her back with the sponge when I felt her hand on mine.
"Here, try it this way," she said and pulled my hand down from her
shoulder and under her arm. She guided my arm around her side and
cupped my hand firmly on her breast.
"Thanks," I said. "That's much better." I squeezed gently and
marveled at her firmness as I circled her nipple with my index finger.
She sighed softly and rolled her head back when I kissed the junction
of her neck and shoulder.
Things started happening quite fast then. Oh, I don't mean that we
moved around in the tub real fast. But it all seemed so natural and
spontaneous that we began exploring each other's body under pretense
of "washing." Let me just say this ... when we finally stepped out of
the tub some time later, we were both squeaky clean! Some areas of our
bodies had been washed and rinsed multiple times, our ministrations
bringing various giggles and sighs from the other. Our mutual
helpfulness naturally continued through the process of drying off as
we rubbed and patted each other with large fluffy towels.
Carol said she was feeling a little chilly, and I would have
mentioned it too but I was not able to put words to any negative
thoughts.
"I know it's warmer in the bedroom, Monica," she said as she pulled
the towel around her tightly and hurried toward the door. I followed
right behind, clutching my towel as my chin jittered up and down from
the chill.... it had felt so heavenly in the tub. She waited for me to
enter the bedroom with her before closing the door tightly and I
immediately started to feel warmer.
The bedroom was beautiful! It actually had a fireplace set into the
wall on our right, flames licking up and around the glowing logs.
Carol explained that it wasn't a real fireplace, just a very authentic
looking unit powered by natural gas. The logs weren't real either, but
the effect was great. A white plush rug separated the dark green
velvet sofa from the heart, and smaller versions covered the floor on
either side of the huge four-poster bed. Carol pointed out that the
king-sized water bed had many individual cells so that it didn't slosh
back and forth when you pushed on it. The bed was dark mahogany, with
shelves and compartments in the headboard for things that you might
want while in bed. The large dressing table had a nice big mirror and
a wide bench seat, all of the same dark mahogany and highly polished.
"Let's sit by the fire for a while and warm up."
I didn't need to be coaxed. Instead of sitting on the sofa, as I
was about to do, Carol sat down on the big white rug and leaned back
against the sofa. Catching my hand, she patted a spot on the rug next
to her and pulled me down next to her. So we sat side by side staring
into the fire for a while. Our knees were drawn up close in front of
us and I could feel the warmth from the fireplace on my shins and the
backs of my thighs. We were very close together; I felt a bit awkward
because she wasn't saying anything or even doing anything. Our
shoulders, hips, and upper thighs were actually touching and I found
myself thinking about a small spot on my shoulder where it met hers,
and how it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I didn't want to move
away, even an inch, but it seemed that we would be more comfortable if
one of us would put her arm around the other. I turned my head slowly
and examined the side of her pretty face as she continued to stare
into the fire. I knew that she knew (does that sound right?) I was
looking at her and after a few moments she looked at me and smiled.
She lifted her right arm and brought it around my shoulders, pulling
me closer to her. I gratefully returned her smile as I felt the soft
side-swell of her breast against my own.
She asked if I were comfortable now, and I told her, with no
influence from the drug, that I was "very comfortable." She smiled
again and looked back toward the fire. I couldn't take my eyes from
her, she was so pretty, and when she spoke I watched her lips move. I
know this sounds terribly stupid, but the mood was intimate and I felt
very close to her.
Carol told me about herself and her job at The Institute. She had
been there for three years, the last in her present capacity, and
enjoyed it very much. In what seemed a bold move, I reached up to my
right shoulder and covered her hand with my own. She paused to look at
me and smiled again.
Her primary job was to screen applicants on their first visit, as
she had with me. She qualified that, adding that only applicants for
one of the sexually related services required screening. In most
cases, that single meeting was the only contact she'd have with the
client; but her duties were flexible enough to allow more direct
participation in the therapy if she wished. She seldom did, however,
for most applicants fell into a category she described simply as
"undesirable."
She turned toward me and her eyes peered into my soul. Once in a
great while, she said, she saw someone across her desk that she felt
compelled to become involved with. I didn't notice her other hand
moving because I was deep in her eyes, but the soft touch on my cheek
made me lean toward her. When I kissed her mouth, time seemed to stand
still -- but my mind did not! I was kissing another woman on the mouth
and my breast burned where it pressed against hers. I wondered
fleetingly if I were a lesbian, and realized that I didn't care! I
only wanted to be with Carol McGee. I remember clearly her hand moving
down to my breast, her tongue slipping between my lips, the taste of
her sweetness. But I remember only vaguely her saying something about
the bed, and it seemed so natural that we should go there.
We stood and she held my hand gently as she led me across the short
distance to the bed. Carol turned me around and eased me back onto the
bed, following me there as I scooted into the center. She fit so
nicely between my thighs as I felt her weight bear down on me. Her
mouth covered my own once again and our breasts nestled comfortably
together. She pressed her soft mound against my crotch; I lifted my
knees and rested my calves across her hips as if she were a man.
Then I opened my eyes for a moment and saw us in the giant mirror
on the ceiling! The scene was so erotic that I cannot describe my
feelings. There was Carol's beautiful back. My arms wrapped tightly
around her and my legs clutched at her hips; I closed my eyes once
again in an attempt to record the image in my memory.
Carol lifted her lips from mine and moved downward slowly, the
light perspiration on our skin allowing her to slide without rising.
Drawing my left nipple into her mouth she began sucking rhythmically
and biting ever so softly, finally letting it go to trace a path of
tiny kisses and nibbles across to the other. When she began moving
down again, her hot lips seemed to burn their way down to my navel
where her tongue probed and licked. I followed her progress in the
mirror. My hands were in her hair now and I opened my thighs farther
for her as I felt lips and tongue on my pubic mound. Another series of
kisses and bites that were not at all painful.
Only once before had I experienced what Carol McGee was about to
give me. A guy I kind of liked claimed he wanted to, but I think it
was only because I had sucked his cock and he felt obligated. It was a
great novelty, but he might just as well have saved his time. I didn't
enjoy it very much. He was rough and in a hurry -- and he complained
about the hair in his mouth. I told him it felt wonderful but that he
didn't need to do it. He didn't argue, and I'm sure he didn't enjoy it
either. The only similarity between what he did and what Carol did was
the basic mechanics. He licked my cunt.
What Carol did defies description. She made love to me with her
mouth and brought me to the first of several climaxes before she even
got to my cunt! She devoted a lot of attention to the soft mound
covering my pubic bone and I was floating away! When she finally moved
down into my crotch, I think she intentionally bypassed my clitoris,
maybe choosing to leave the best for last. I couldn't control my hips
and began involuntarily to rock my pelvis against her mouth. When her
thumbs pulled my outer lips apart and the tip of her tongue actually
entered the mouth of my vagina I thought I had died and gone to
heaven! It was obvious that she really wanted to give me pleasure, and
that really set me off. That, and the softly muffled sounds as she
gently sucked and kissed and nibbled every part of my cunt before
moving down and actually kissing the small ring of my anus. I became
aware of tears on my cheeks and I wanted so badly to be able to return
the pleasure for her.
Carol saved the best for last and when her tongue reached the small
throbbing bud I nearly passed out from anticipation realized. I looked
up at my reflection and watched my belly moving in and out with my
rapid breathing. Had I not known personally what I was feeling, I'd
have thought the expression in the mirror showed panic or fear rather
than the intense pleasure that filled me. She was gentle and patient,
never pushing me over the threshold into pain. I sensed my clitoris
growing and rising between her lips, something that I had only heard
about. I floated on a heavenly cloud and my entire existence seemed
centered on that small organ; wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure
emanated from it and rippled throughout my body.
I don't know how much time had passed, but suddenly Carol's face
was close to mine and she was smiling. I could smell myself on her
face and her lips and chin glistened with the moisture they held. I
held her face and kissed her mouth tenderly and I told her that I
loved her. Inside, I knew that what I meant was that I loved what she
had done and I'm sure she knew understood. Yet when I said that I
wanted to make love to her, I feared that she might not let me.
With no other words I held her shoulders and slowly pushed her over
onto her back. She moved with me and I found that I felt really
strange looking down at the face of this woman. I tried to act as
though I were in control, but I was only repeating what I remembered
her doing. It didn't make the experience any less important, but I
wished I could do something original, something that she hadn't
already done. The indecision soon vanished when I looked into her eyes
and kissed her lips. I was doing what I wanted to do. Did I bring her
as much pleasure as I hoped? Or at least as much as I had received? I
don't know -- but her body was exciting.
Everything was new to me: her nipples between my lips; the way they
hardened when I sucked them; her stomach moving up and down as I
kissed it and ran my tongue around her belly button. There was one
awkward moment when I wondered where to put my arms and hands, but I
found that by encircling her thighs with my arms and caressing her
stomach with my hands I was quite comfortable. I kissed and nibbled at
her mound and the soft skin of her inner thighs.
I learned what a woman tastes and smells like and I hoped, above
all, that I was bringing Carol pleasure! At some point, her hips began
moving rhythmically and I could hear her rapid and shallow breathing.
Her hands clutched the back of my head, urging my tongue deeper as I
probed between her lips and felt the rippling waves emanating from
deep within her. Her vagina seemed to squeeze rhythmically at the tip
of my tongue as I strained to push it into her. The slight salty taste
of the area around her anus was not at all unpleasant, and I was
reassured and encouraged by the sound of her moaning softly as I ran
the flat surface of my tongue over it again and again.
I found her clitoris to be hot as I sucked gently on it, and I felt
it grow out of it's small sheath as she ground her pelvis against my
face. Her thighs, where they touched my cheeks, were trembling and her
stomach rose and fell under my hands, just as I had seen my own to do.
It seemed that I was indeed making her feel good.
When Carol reached down and grasped my shoulders, pulling me up to
her, I was gratified to see that her face was flushed and that she was
smiling warmly. We spent some time then just lying there and looking
at each other. There seemed no need for talk. I finally broke the
silence by saying something corny. I told her that I was glad she had
seen fit to "get involved" with my therapy. She apparently didn't find
it corny though, because she smiled and touched my cheek.
"So am I."
A knock on the door brought us out of our reverie, and I watched
Carol rise and put on her robe. I couldn't hear what was said in the
living room, but she was carrying my clothes when she returned.
"I'm sorry, Monica," she said. "I wish we could stay together
longer but your escort has come to fetch you." She sat on the edge of
the bed and watched me dress. I think she sensed my mood.
"We'll be seeing more of each other." Those were the words I wanted
to hear, and although the frenzy we had shared a few minutes earlier
was gone now, she came to me when I had finished dressing and kissed
me on the lips. We hugged each other as if I were leaving on a long
trip and I couldn't help the tears when I left with the escort.
I stopped at the reception counter on the way out and the lady gave
me a card for my next appointment on Friday. I could think of nothing
else as I drove home.
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