The walk from the bus stop was horrible and I think I was secretly loving it.

I had a block to go and glancing at my phone I saw I only had around 15 minutes to get there. The sidewalk was fairly crowded and I could feel my breasts swaying even as I tucked my arms to my sides.

When I first got off the bus, I crossed my arm to help hold my bag but after a few minutes just gave up. I could tell from the glances of those walking my way they noticed. The widening eyes, the tight smiles as they refused to look at my face. Each glance fed the burning feeling in my chest, ignited by my little bus gropers. What the hell were they thinking anyway? What would have happened if I didn’t have to get off there?

After a few minutes I saw I was at the right building. I reach into my purse, checking the address on my phone and reading the directions. Buzz the intercom the directions said. Fancy, I think, rolling my eyes as I tuck my phone back in the purse. Looking at my reflection in the door window I realize my blouse is still messed up, the bottom buttons undone letting the material flow around me loosely.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” I mutter, beginning to adjust my shirt as the buzzer rings. Frustrated, I give up, these buzzers don’t last long, and slinging my purse I push against the door to step inside.

The interior of the building is nice, modern but not to out there in its layout. There is a desk along the side with a young man behind the counter. He has a cute smile and even does a fairly good job looking at my face.

“Evening Ma’am, who are you here to see tonight?”

“Hi, I’m here to see Dr. Smyth. I think I am a bit late.”

“That’s ok Ma’am,” he said smiling, the eyes finally dropping lower, “Dr. Smyth is expecting you. He is on the second floor; the stairs are right that way.”

Leaning forward he indicated a set of stairs off to the side just past the elevators.

“The stairs?” I asked, my tone showing how impressed I was with the idea. Making a point of looking at my heels and back to him I continued, “Do these shoes look like they do stairs?”

The young man smiled apologetically with a slight shrug,

“Sorry ma’am. Elevator is out of service.”

“You’re kidding right?”

He gave me an awkward smile and the same shrug.

With a heavy sigh I looked at the clock behind the man, already past 6. I hate being late for anything and the last hour has already been a challenge. Leaning against the counter I quickly slip off my heels, giving the man a tight-lipped fuck-you smile I knew I’d feel bad about later, started toward the stairs.

A few minutes later I’m on the second floor and checking the office names. I keep pretty active, burning off stress in the gym or running is my go-to, so the stairs are not exactly a challenge. I’m still not happy with it as I check my phone again and see I’m running late for sure now. Great first impression indeed. My shirt is a mess, my tits are running Free and I’m sweaty from my little cardio session. I absolutely hate being late as is, so this is shaping up to be a great session.

Taking a moment to slip my heels back on, grimacing at the feeling as I tug them in place, I click clack down the hall until I see the office number and name I was looking for. Standing in front of the door I take a deep breath again and knock on the door.

I was just about to knock again when the door opened, my hand in the air about to hit again,

“Oh, Hi, Ms Farris”

“Sorry!” I said as I dropped my hand quickly, “Hi, Dr. Smyth.”

“Yes, hi please come in. And my name is Mark, please”

“Ok, Mark, Dani.”

The Doctor stood to the side as I stepped past, so painfully aware of the mess I looked. Deciding to just go through with it I stepped past with a polite smile, giving the office a quick once over.

My first impression of his office though was a good one. The decor was tasteful and professional without being overboard. The Doctor was an impressive piece too, I had to admit as he stood to the side holding the door open for me.

Nice set up, was the first thought that came to mind. He must have had his Wife or a professional design the set up. The desk was offset to the door with chairs and a low coffee table in front of it. Off to the side was the stereotypical couch and I almost laughed out loud. These were real?

I glanced back his way with my usual smirk, catching his eyes snapping back from my blouse. He was good though, not even a twitch that I had caught him peeking. The intense feeling of excitement I had from the bus was gone with the run to get here on time, although I could feel it simmering as I remembered the hands on me not so long ago. Ha! What would he think of that story!

I decided to go for one of the two comfortable looking chairs, placing my bag by the chair I carefully sat, facing the window, as he shut the door.

“Would you care for a coffee Ms. Farris?” Mark asked.

“Sure, that would be great, thank you,” I said “Just black is fine.”

I turned in the chair as Mark prepared his coffee and came back, carefully setting it on the table between us. Not a bad looking guy, I easily admitted to myself. He had that almost shoulder length dark hair that seemed to be popular again in some of the professional circles. Looked like he tried to work out a couple times a week, although with the long sleeve shirt and tie had a certain aura about him I was finding catching.

“So, thanks for coming Dani,” he said taking a seat across from me.

“Thanks for having me,” I held his eyes as I took a sip from my cup of the too Hot coffee. I was still feeling a bit of frustration from the bus ride, despite the walk, and teasing the doctor was sort of fun as I watched his eyes struggle to focus on my face. Sitting upright I set my cup on the table, leaning back to push my chest forward.

“Right,” he said taking a moment. On his desk was a file that he slid over, making a show of flipping through the papers. I leaned back, enjoying his discomfort as I arranged myself. I was still feeling the touch of the strangers from the bus, and the uncomfortable pleasure in the looks people were giving me. It was a odd feeling, knowing they were leering but in the safety of public space realizing I was somewhat safe with the exhibition.

I also realized I was feeling more than a little attracted to the doctor in front of me. It felt like there was a hum of tension in the air as I leaned back, the shirt pulling tight across my chest. I crossed my legs, letting the shoe dangle off the end of my toes. His eyes caught the motion and he paused a moment before speaking.

“So, Ms Farris, Dani,” he began. “You were referred from your company for a consultation. You have been with them for several years and I have met all of your associates over that time, but never yourself.” He paused in his reading to look up with the sweetest of smiles.

“I usually find other ways to relax,” I answered casually.

“And those are not working right now? It mentioned in the referral you were maybe overreacting to some situations lately?”

I blinked for a second, surprised by the rather forthright assessment.

“It’s been busy,” I replied firmly.

“Yes,” he said brushing off my tone, “Everyone is busy, I get that. But if it is affecting your work and home life then you need to step back somewhat.”

“Uh-huh,” I said annoyed. If he was trying to push my buttons, he was well on the way for it.

We looked to each other for a moment, his calm expression making me realize I was acting like a spoiled brat a little bit. With a smirk I pulled back the attitude.

“Sorry Mark,” I said, “Yes things have been a bit hectic lately.”

“It’s fine,” he said laughing, “I had Mrs. Leblanc, your CEO, in last week in a bit of a mood too, and she left feeling great.”

“Huh.” Leblanc comes here? Definitely time to dial it back then!

Sipping his coffee, Mark continued.

“Well, Dani, I would like to try something with you. This is quite common with your associates and I think you may find it relaxing.”

“Ok,” I laughed at his calm yet insistent expression.

“Not exactly standard, mind you, but I think this may work for you. Give me your foot.”

I held his gaze, feeling my eyebrow raise with a what-the-hell expression. With his lack of response, or looking like he was going to give I extended my leg as he pulled his chair closer, resting my foot on his knee. My hand covered my lips as he started stroking the top of my foot, sliding over the ankle and back to my toes. The light touch felt far better than it should have, although even with the argument I was so turned on at this point, I think a breeze would have set me off.

“We always exhibit stress in different ways,” he said as his hand slid up my bare calf, squeezing the swell of the muscle gently.

I glanced down, distracted by the moment to see my nipples were poking through the thin material of my blouse, even more noticeable with the way I had it pulled back like I did. Well, this is just great, I thought, hope this doesn’t get back to the office.

I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he continued to caress my leg, sliding back along my foot to press down on my toes. Pushing my foot back he trailed his fingers along my soles, making me giggle behind my hand.

“Sorry,” he said not sounding sorry at all, “Just relax, you feel really tense.” His thumbs started pushing on my soles, moving in slow circles while his fingers pressed the top of my foot. I couldn’t believe how relaxing it was, despite the tingles shooting up my leg straight to my clit.

Deciding to do just that I let myself relax as he expertly massaged my foot, occasionally brushing higher to squeeze my calf again. I felt the work tension slowly leaving, but the sexual tension was burning all the brighter at this point.

Trying to be subtle I shifted so my hand was able to brush a nipple, hopefully unnoticed. The first caress of my fingers felt like a shock, making me want to squeeze it so tightly.

“So, tell me about you usual day, Dani?”

I shook my head, finding myself lost in the moment as I started talking while he slowly massaged my leg and foot. I didn’t even pay attention to what I was saying at this point, so distracted by his trailing fingers and massaging thumbs. A few minutes later he placed my tingling foot down and picked up the other one, caressing it gently as he stretched my toes back and forth before rubbing my calf.

What was going on today? First the bus and now the company therapist was giving me a foot massage to die for! As I kept talking, I started openly playing with my nipple through my blouse, pinching then rubbing circles around the sensitive nub. I let out a low moan as his thumbs dug into a tight spot.

“Are you ok Dani?”

His voice was soft, no hint that he knew he was driving me wild or that I was teasing my breasts I front of him.

“Oh, sorry Mark,” I stammered feeling flushed, “I just haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time!”

“I do see a lot of your coworkers here,” he said with a wide smile while caressing my tight calf.

“I can see why,” I replied quietly. I had taken my hand off my breast, embarrassed that he had seen me.

“Dani, I need you to do me a favor, for your treatment here.”

“Ok?” I asked suspiciously.

“You are still tight,” he said squeezing my calf. “I noticed you like to massage your breasts. I need you to feel open with whatever you need to do to relax here. This is your time, it’s all about you while you are here.”

“Um, what?” What was he trying to say, I thought feeling confused? He continued to massage my foot the whole time, sliding closer until it was against his belly. His hand slid to my knee then back, a slow steady rhythm that was doing more to excite than calm me.

“Trust me on this Dani,” he said, “This is completely confidential. Now, I need you to undo your blouse.”

“What?” I asked sitting up shocked.

“Undo your blouse and lean back.” His tone was suddenly firmer, more in control than he had been when I first came in. “Trust me on this. Do it.”

He squeezed my leg again, sending a shiver of desire up my leg. I stared a moment until I realized with my braless state, he could see practically everything anyway.

“Whatever,” I muttered, leaning back to unbutton my blouse. As I did the cooler air felt amazing on my bare skin and I couldn’t help cupping my breasts for a moment.

“Good, now continue.”

I sat silently for a moment before I started talking again, his hands easing tensions but exciting at the same time. Leaning back, I squeezed my hands again, massaging my chest. Pinching my nipples in time with his pressure on my foot, the multiple points making me stop speaking a few times with another low moan.

Whenever I stopped, he would urge me on, giving my foot the occasional tickle when I stopped to long. Closing my eyes, I imagined being back on the bus, stuck in the crowd while the other two men explored me so casually.

This went on for a few luxurious minutes, lost in the pleasure of the massages but feeling another tension building in me. Even after the bus I still had not gotten off, edged mercilessly by this point but even the slow rotation of my hips in the chair wasn’t coming close to easing this.

“Um, Mark,” I said pausing in my broken narrative.

“Getting a bit much now?” He smiled as I massaged my chest, tugging my pale nipples.

I could just imagine the look of desperation on my face by this point. His massaging was driving me wild; I never would have thought that getting a foot and leg massage would have me topless playing with my own tits like this, yet here I was!

“Yes,” I said softly.

“Will you do as I say Dani?”

Oh, here it comes, I thought, time to fuck my therapist.

He laughed at the obvious expression, “No, nothing quite like that.”

I laughed along awkwardly; already so damn Horny I really didn’t even care at this point.

“Sure, whatever,” I laughed again looking down, “I mean what’s next?”

Mark placed my foot on the floor and stepped back to his desk, sliding open a drawer. Coming back, he carried a pink device with a large bulbous end and a long tail piece.

“Hey I know what those are,” I said laughing.

“Good, then you know what to do with it.”

“Are you sure you’re a therapist?” I asked smiling as I took the device.

“Are you feeling better?”

I had been talking a lot at this point despite the distraction and, sitting quietly for a moment started laughing,

“Actually yes!”

“Good girl. Now slip this in for your reward.”

I reached forward to take the device, rubbing it between my fingers while glancing his way. He looked back expectantly, patient but with an edge of firmness I was finding interesting. I slid forward on the chair, pulling my skirt up, and teased my already soaked Pussy with the device, sliding back and forth a few times and teasing my clit with it. It felt so damn good at this point it was all I could do to slowly slip it in me, another moan escaping as I repositioned myself. Once I was ready, I looked back at him, nervous yet excited!

“We’ll start slow them,” he said picking up a remote.

I let out a squeak as the vibration started, my hand dropping to my Pussy.

“Now tell me about that client last week.”

“What?” I laughed breathlessly as the vibration increased to a pulsating rhythm that was already making my hips flinch.

“You heard me,” he said while picking my foot up again, “Continue. The device is on a pattern.”

“Oh lord,” I muttered as the pulsations increased, “Ok, sure.”

I started talking again while Mark went back to massaging my foot. The vibration was low but steady, teasing the desire I already had aching inside me.

“Mmm,” I groaned clenching my hands on my nipples and pulling with a little twist.

“Go on,” he said pausing to adjust the control.

“Oh God!” I gasped lurching forward as my legs tied to clench shut. The vibration had increased to the point my eyes rolled back, my hands gripping the arm rests. Mark caressed my foot, playing with my curling toes until the vibrations eased off.

“You’re killing me,” I gasped with a smile.

“Some of your associates want to be restrained for this part.”

“Oh? Oh!” the vibration increased again, making me grip the arm rest once more. This time it wasn’t easing off, the vibration pressed right against my G-spot. Driving me right to the edge but not quite there!

“Mark? Can I, please?”

“Usually, we draw this out longer but I think you already had a adventure today,” he said with a chuckle. “You may cum early this time.”

With a desperate gasp I spread my legs and started rubbing my clitoris, my other hand twisting and pulling on a nipple. Mark reached over to adjust the remote and I almost screamed with the intensity. I slid back, rubbing manically as Mark played with my foot, leaning forward to suck on my big toe.

That was it. Gritting my teeth my body shook in the chair, the Orgasm I so desperately needed washing the stress of the last few weeks away. After several blissful moments the vibration eased to a dull throb.

“Oh, I so needed that,” I said with a satisfied sigh.

“I know,” he said giving my foot a last kiss before placing it back on the floor.

“And others from the office come here?” I asked as I started to get myself back together.

“Yes, but their visits and interests, like yours, are strictly confidential.”

“Wow.” Standing unsteadily, I removed the device, placing it on a towel Mark had brought out.

“That is yours, by the way.”

“Really?” I asked surprised, “why?”

“For later sessions. Or you can use it at work. Or you can let me know when you are wearing it and I will control it. Whatever you feel you may need.”

“I will have to think on this,” I said standing to button my blouse, “So is there a tip or anything expected for this?” My eyes roamed over him a moment, not exactly unhappy if he said yes.

“No,” he said with another winning smile, “I do enjoy my work, won’t lie, but that is not in the contract.”

“Wow,” I said softly, “Well, thank you? I do feel better in so many ways.”

“Perfect. You have my number and keep your new friend in mind. Sometimes losing yourself to the pleasures is a great way to refocus.”

Smiling I placed the device back in its package and into my bag. Walking around the chair, I glanced back.

“I think I’m looking forward to working with you!”