She opened the door and said, Welcome to my office. Im Doctor Johnson, your therapist for today.

She was dressed in a sleek black dress that outlined her every curve. Taken with this vision, he did not question why he wasnt seeing the same therapist as his last visit. This visit included a bed for relaxation rather than the overstuffed sofa as before. The room was lit only with scented candles. The sound of soft music arose from all four corners of the room. Getting right into treatment, she softly whispered, Are you ready for the most intense massage youve ever had? Goose bumps ran down his back as his length instantly began tingling with anticipation. He didnt know exactly what she was going to do to him, but he was anxious to find out. The bed was partially stripped. Only the sheet covering the mattress and two pillows remained.

On a small table beside the bed, were a blindfold and a bottle of baby oil. He began getting butterflies in his stomach like a schoolboy about to have sex for the first time. His mind raced with fantasies of what was to come. While I get prepared, why dont you get undressed and lie down on your stomach with your face between the pillows so you can breathe more comfortably, she told him. Trying not to seem too hasty, he undressed as normal as he could, given his desire to rip off his clothes like a male stripper. All he could think about was how much he wanted to play her. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that she is a professional. He had to be patient and let her do her job to bring him to a relaxed state of mind. He looked up to see what Doctor Johnson was doing. To his amazement and disbelief, she was taking off her dress revealing the most sensuous body he can recall seeing this close in his entire life.

He strained to keep his composure as he felt his length pulsing.

Are you ready to begin, she asked. He had to clear his throat before responding, Yes, I am. He got on the bed as she instructed. With his face down, not being able to see about the room, he felt Doctor Johnson climb onto the bed. Then he felt her climb onto his back, straddling it like a horse with her soft place on top of his.

Try to relax, she said. He immediately thought Yeah right! But politely said, O.

K. Remember, we are here to help you raise your threshold, said Doctor Johnson in a soft voice. She reached over to the table next to the bed a retrieved the baby oil. He felt the cool oil stream down the center of his back. She began massaging his neck and arms and worked her way down to each fingertip of both hands.

He breathed sigh of relaxation.

After masassging every muscle in his back, Doctor Johnson turned herself around so she was facing his feet. Still sitting on his soft place, she leaned over and began rubbing a new steam of baby oil into his thigh and calf muscles down to his ankles. She starting at the ankle of the other leg and slowly moved her way up to his thigh. When she began to massage both thighs simoutaneously from the outside inward, it took everything he had to concentrate on relaxing and not his bulging length. He was beginning to focus on the pleasantness of her hands rubbing his skin when suddendly Doctor Johnson lifted herself off his soft place and said, Now, turn over.

Go ahead, turn onto your back.

Oh my God was all he could think.

What would she think when she sees he is completely aroused and his length is hard as a rock. She felt his hesitation, Dont worry, youre not here to avoid arousal-just to control it a little more. With that said, he complied with her request and turned onto his back. Doctor Johnson, leaned over and began rubbing his feet. She lightly massaged the arches, the tops of feet, his ankles and every toe. Normally he was ticklish on his feet, but this felt soothing. He was enjoying having his feet pampered, when he lifted his head up to look down at his feet he almost came. Doctor Johnsons soft place was only about two feet from his face and could see that she was getting wet. Just then she picked herself up and turned around again. Sitting at the top of his thighs, she decisively placed her softness at base of his balls. Not on them, but snuggly under them.

Lay your head back and close your eyes, you are doing wonderfully. His heart was racing. He was trying not to come.

Not now, not yet, he thought to himself.

She poured baby oil into her hand and rubbed her hands together. She began very gently rubbing his face. She massaged his forhead and his cheek and his temples. He was in another place, totally relaxed. Doctor Johnson reached for the blind fold and placed it over his eyes tying it behind his head. She then placed his hands onto the pillow at each side of his head. She then reached under the pillow and pulled out Velcro straps and put them around each wrist. She poured another stream of baby oil onto his chest and began rubbing all over it.

She began massaging his shoulders and chest then around each nipple, his ribs, his sides-slowly inching her way down to his abdomen. He was so hard he thought he would explode. I cant take anymore, said breathing much heavier. Just a little longer, she said. Then she was there. She began rubbing his balls and let her hands slide up the shaft of his length.

OK, its almost time, she told him in a soft voice.

Doctor Johnson then lifted herself off of his thighs and placed herself ontop of him so that the lips of her softness were wrapped around the shaft of his length. Leaning forward slightly she started sliding her pussing up and down his length getting it very wet. I want to play you, he told her.

You have to keep it as long as you possibly can, she said. Slowly riding him, without him entering inside her softness, she became even more aroused.

Finally, he came and so did she. That was the most intense orgasm I ever had, Doctor Johnson. Well then, my job here is done. Congratulations. She said. Thank you. He responded. As she got her things and was going into the next room she told him, Take your time getting dressed. You can make your next appointment with the receptionist at the front desk.

After catching his breath and getting all of his clothes on he went to the receptionist desk. I would like to make an appointment for next week with Doctor Johnson. The receptionist looked at him and said, Im sorry, theres no Doctor Johnson working here.