The Sex Shrink of Seattle (Sessions #1) Read online

  They walked away and I walked out of the event, not saying goodbye to anyone. There was one place I had to be immediately and one thing I had to do.

  Chapter 5

  I was sexually frustrated and that was both uncommon and unexpected. It was a feeling that I’d been able to avoid my entire life thanks to having the looks and personality that any woman I targeted responded to. Now, perhaps because she was claimed by someone else, I was in the precarious position of obsessing about one woman that I’d hardly spoken to.

  At my office, going through my contacts, I debated who to call. It was late and although I had a lot to offer that the ladies wanted, many would likely be involved with something else. Then I thought of the one person, the first one in my contacts, Atori, and knew that she’d come to help me and get a free therapy session, no questions asked and no hesitation.

  “Hi, are you available tonight?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she purred.

  “I’d like to meet with you at the office if possible. I think I’ve come up with some new ways to achieve that Level 8 orgasm you want.”

  “Sounds wonderful.”

  “Meet me in the lobby in thirty minutes,” I said. Then I hung up and went to hang my sports jacket on the hook on the back of my door. With a few minutes to wait before my patient arrived, I did a quick email check and gave myself a once over in my mirror. Yes, everything was satisfactory.

  I went down to the lobby, smiling at the night security guard that was looking at me suspiciously. When I saw Atori walk in through the revolving doors I saw her looking at me like she was a lioness on the hunt and I was her prey. I wanted her to fuck my brains out as much as I was going to do the same to her. It was that type of release I longed for.

  “I’m glad I could meet with you. Let’s go up to my office,” I said for the benefit of the guard.

  “Me too. I need your help so badly,” Atori said. She glanced at the guard and blew him a kiss, which made him blush on his chubby cheeks and it extended all the way up to his balding head.

  I guided her to the elevator and inserted my key, which was used for after normal building hours, and once we were in the elevator, I locked the door so it wouldn’t open up and asked, “Are you ready for your first lesson?”

  “Ready and eager,” she said, leaning in and tickling my earlobe with her tongue.

  “It’s important to make a man aroused anywhere and anytime he wants it. If you can do that you’ll naturally respond and feed off of it, getting yourself more revved up than a Ferarri on the Audubon. Make sense?”

  “Perfectly, my engine’s already started.”

  I knew this type of game would be right up Atori’s alley and it allowed me to play my therapist role while getting what I needed so desperately.

  Atori whipped off her long mink coat, revealing a red lace bra, panties, and garter that had stockings attached to them. She was scrumptious and hungry.

  I leaned back against the wall, resting my arms on the brass rails that lined the box of the elevator, and let her do all the work, showing me how she’d go about getting me so excited. She slid my pants down and my cock was already semi-hard, not able to calm down from thinking about Lina but Atori rolled with it. If she thought it might be someone else she didn’t care; she just wanted to seize the moment, which meant sliding her bright red, perfectly glossed lips down my cock and making it rock hard.

  “How does that feel, Doctor?” she whispered, her breath tickling the top of my shaft.

  “Good but less talk,” I said, “the talk may make it go away.”

  “Oh no,” she lamented like a pouting child. But she shut up and started to go up and down on me like I was her favorite lollipop. She’d been a little toothy at first, not used to my girth but had adapted to it rather well over the past six months.

  Then her pinky finger snuck underneath my sack and started to gently tickle my balls as she wrapped me in her wet, juicy mouth. Something new that she’d never done before to me. She’d been studying, and I was benefiting from her studiousness. With her vigorous sucking and her soft tickling, I grew hard as granite.

  “I need you now,” I said, feeling like I could ejaculate right there in the elevator.

  “Can I take you in my mouth?” she asked. “Please.”

  “Well, if it makes you happy,” I said. It took a very skilled woman to perform the moves that allowed for most guys to release in their mouth and I was no exception. It felt good to know that Atori would stop at nothing to please me, to keep expanding her sexual abilities. Our therapy was so good for her, and not bad for me, either.

  From there, she played me to perfection and I closed my eyes, feeling a hot rush go through me and exploding into her with a release that made me groan so loudly, I was sure everyone in the building could hear me. It had been a while since I let out a loud lion roar like that one as I came into Lina, oh, Atori. As I shook with release, shaking all over, pictures of Lina flashed through my mind. I had no problems imagining it was her who was pleasing me, sucking hard on my dick like candy. Why feel guilty about that? Both Atori and I were getting what we wanted…uninhibited forbidden sex.

  After she swallowed my release, she licked her lips, and stood up. She leaned in and tried to kiss me but I turned my head, not wanting to taste me on her lips.

  I pulled my pants up and tidied myself, staring at me in the mirrored elevator.

  “Wait, Doctor,” Atori said, “don’t you think it would be good for me to actually see us doing it so I knew what you were thinking…what pleased you most.”

  “That just might work,” I said, smiling at her and turning her around so her ass was facing me. I snapped her panties playfully. “Put your hands on the rail.”

  She listened. Then I reached around and sprung lose her breasts from her bra, peeling it off and then squeezing them with my hands while I kissed her back. “Keep your eyes open and see how you feel, how you respond,” I ordered.

  “But what about you?”

  “I’m the therapist and this is what you need.” Honestly, I wanted sex, not to be read and analyzed by the person who was giving it to me.

  “Okay,” she said.

  I slid down my pants and my erection was already back and I was ready for round two. I began to order Atori on what to do, having her finger herself until she began to tremble and begged me to enter her.

  “Now, it’s time, I can’t wait,” she pleaded, her voice quivering from the intensity she was experiencing because of me.

  I slid into her from behind and put my hands on her round, full hips and began to pump my hips back and forth, plunging deeply into her and then teasing her with retreat, slowly and then quick deep thrusts. She started to scream quietly and it grew louder with each thrust. Before long, she shouted out my battle cry, “I’m coming, Simon.”

  “Good,” I said. “Keep it coming.” I kept thrusting as her body shuddered all over me, whacked with waves of pleasure that made her cry out.

  “Oh Simon! More! I want more!” Her pleas made me feel desired, made me feel wanted, made me erase the feeling of jealousy as I remembered Bixby’s hands on the curves of Lina’s hip as he casually held her. I bet he couldn’t wait to get her all alone in an elevator where he could fuck that delicious body of hers. Thinking of Lina naked pushed me to come all over Atori, leaving me panting and my body sweating from the physical exertion of the moment.

  “Wow!” She dropped down to her knees and immediately put her mouth around my cock, which was sensitive from the release. I gasped, quite overcome by the sensation. Was it a surprise? No, I knew that my cock was sensitive after a come but it was the gentleness she had then, like she was in love with my cock. Well, maybe she was. It made me smile…better it than me.

  I gently pulled her away and offered her my hand to stand up. Atori’s hair was wild, flying in every direction and her face was glowing with a radiance that is not easily duplicated by anything else other than great sex.

  “You were incredible,�
� I said appreciatively.

  “Was that Level 8?”

  “Do you think it was?” I countered.

  I saw she was about to say yes but instead she said, “I’m not sure. I’ll have to think about it and get back to you on Tuesday. You’re mine for the entire day, you know.”

  “I didn’t. That sounds good,” I said. I started to get dressed and looked down at my watch. We’d been in the elevator a half hour and I knew that the guard likely had an idea what was going on. I didn’t care, though. My needs for that night surpassed anything else that was happening. Atori had given me what I so desperately needed.

  “Well, I hope you enjoyed your surprise appointment,” I said. Then I added, “On the house.”

  “We’re done?” she asked, sticking her lower lip out.

  “Yes, until Tuesday, we are. I look forward to discussing your evaluation and seeing what happens from there,” I said.

  “Me too,” Atori said. I watched her get dressed again, holding the key in my hand, and she stared at herself in the elevator, arranging her hair and then pulled out her tube of red lipstick from her clutch and applied some on.

  I took Atori back down to the lobby and bid her adieu, walking back up to my office to get my things and then head home. It was 11 p.m. and I finally felt calm enough.

  At home I stripped down and took a shower. I stared down at my cock and saw the evidence of Atori on me. There were red rings around it from her lipstick. As I cleaned myself, nothing surprised me more than when I felt the need to release one more time. It had started with a reminder of Atori but its finale came with an image of what Lina’s naked body would look like, leaning against the mirrored walls of that elevator.

  Chapter 6

  There was an expo at Seattle University about Women’s Health Issues and one of the newest hot topics in this area had to do with sexual identity and women’s overall perspectives of sex. I was looking forward to it and if I had to do a large presentation on it, the University was an ideal setting. Intelligent, beautiful coeds and a few smart guys who acted like they were interested. I knew that for a fact because that’s how I’d veered myself to being a sex therapist, it started out because I wanted to meet women and satisfy the lusty appetite that I had for indulging in women. Everybody won.

  My topic was in bold letters on the board, as I was the keynote speaker at this event. It read: Dr. Simon Sessions: Why Sex is Good for Women. Really, topics like this were my gift to all of mankind because everyone was happier and more content if they had sex regularly.

  “Hello and thank you for inviting me here,” I began, smiling. “It’s an honor to be here. I’m Dr. Simon Sessions, a sex therapist. Yes, I know, I know. I can tell some of you are snickering. That’s okay and perfectly natural. At times, sex can be funny. I recall this couple, both aged 67, and one day they came into my office and I asked, ‘What can I do for you?’ They asked if I’d watch them have intercourse. I agreed, not sure what their problem was. Maybe they didn’t know how to say it. Afterwards, I saw that there was nothing wrong. They were passionate and full of love. They paid the hourly rate and left. Then the same thing happened again and this time I had to find out more. I didn’t get what was going on. I asked, ‘Why do you want to keep coming to see me and paying the fee? There’s clearly nothing wrong.’ Do you know what he said?”

  “No,” everyone shouted. “What?”

  “He said that he was married and they couldn’t go to his house and she was married and they couldn’t go to theirs. ‘Well, why my office?’ I asked. They said it was cheaper than the Hilton.”

  Everyone started laughing at my joke, as I knew they would. “In all seriousness, sex is way more than two people finding a place where they can be intimate without any worries. It is a connection that joins a man and woman, heart and soul, and is an important bond of their life for all eternity. That’s one benefit but for women, it’s a little more and different. You’ve had so many boundaries and obstacles over the years, false labels, and problems…” I continued talking and was in my groove, delivering a masterful speech when I looked out into the vast audience. Off to the right, seated at the end of a row was a face that I’d started to know very well. It was Lina. What was she doing here? From there, my pattern and connection with the audience became disrupted by my distraction of her presence. Of course, it still sounded good. I’d said these words repeatedly, both on stage and with my editor for my book, which would be coming out within a half a year, so that was easy. I just needed to make sure I focused on the audience’s questions and made sure that Lina didn’t sneak out without me getting a chance to at least say hi. This was the first time I’d seen her without her fiancé or aunt and uncle around.

  Finally, one hour to the dot, I was done with my presentation. Lina was still there and she was standing in the back of the room. I made my way past the sea of people thanking me, trying to get a moment of my time, and asking me more questions—the type they didn’t want to share with an entire room—and I got to her.

  She was in a pair of jeans, some tall boots, and a white wrap blouse with a silver necklace on, looking stylish and scrumptious. I smiled. “Hello Lina, I was surprised to notice you in the audience.”

  “I don’t know how you could have spotted me with all those people staring up at you,” she said casually.

  “Sometimes you can just gravitate toward a friendly face or a familiar one. You happen to have both. So, what brings you to the seminar?”

  “Well, it’s part of my Masters degree research.”

  “I thought you were an actress,” I said.

  “I don’t recall telling you that,” she said.

  “Someone else must have mentioned it,” I said. No need to share that I’d been on a mission to learn as much about her as I could by using Google, friends, and a few questions of curiosity directly from me to select individuals.

  “Well, I am but a degree is my back-up plan in case the acting doesn’t pan out or I end up not liking it.”

  “What are you studying?”

  “Communication.”

  “Interesting,” I said. I really meant it, too.

  “You are really good at drawing your audience in and make people feel so relaxed. Was that hard to learn?”

  “Not too bad. Why?”

  “Well, it’s such a delicate subject, I think.” She suddenly got nervous and started to talk a bit quicker but she seemed confident despite it. “Who knows, maybe that’s just me. I’m a bit old fashioned, I guess.”

  “There is nothing wrong with that if that’s who you want to be.”

  “Thanks,” she said, tilting her head and smiling thoughtfully at me.

  “Does your acting skill set help with Communications?”

  “Maybe for contact but not so much for presentation; I don’t think, anyway. I think you have to be authentic when you’re communicating, don’t you?”

  “Absolutely,” I said. Of course, I would have said that regardless of what she said but I was actually enjoying talking to her and getting to know her. It even trumped thoughts of getting her into bed. I was actually enjoying myself and longed to carry the conversation on further.

  “I have a few minutes before I have to get to the studio. Do you want to get a cup of coffee?”

  “Oh, that sounds great but I can’t. I have class in ten,” she said, looking down at the time on her cell phone. “Speaking of which, I’d better go because I have to go two buildings down for said class.”

  “Well, maybe another time,” I said.

  Lina smiled at me. “Yeah, maybe. Well, great presentation and it was nice seeing you.” She hustled away and I looked at her fit, taut, perfectly round ass and loved the way it moved. Clearly I wasn’t only moved by her intellect.

  Chapter 7

  I’d had a hell of a week and was looking forward to catching up with Matt at the local pub, a place that was a huge part of our roaming grounds as college students. It was at this place that I’d always found a place to
relax and feel content. I’d also met Phoebe there, followed by many other women that I tried to find to fill the void it had left after she died. For awhile these women all looked like her, blonde hair and wide blue eyes, a perfect smile, and a sultry charm that they weren’t afraid to use. Then, I realized that I was trying to immortalize a woman I’d never have and that’s when I turned away from blondes unless they came to my practice. It was my system and it worked for me.

  “Time for the Seakhawks to tear it up against the 49ers,” Matt said, holding up his frosty beer mug filled with Sam Adams.”

  “Agreed. This is our year, I feel it,” I said. I didn’t really love football and missed more of it than I got to see but once in awhile it was nice to partake in something meaningless, something in which the outcome really didn’t have much of a bearing on me. In fact, when Seattle’s sports teams were doing poorly my business tended to escalate. Cranky husband and boyfriends left for lonely ladies who just wanted to ‘figure things out.’ Who better than a sex therapist to help them find the best ways to feel fulfilled despite their inattentive husbands.