I nodded, taking another breath as I began painting the picture in my mind’s eye and recounting it to him. “I imagine passing by her bedroom door ... it’s ajar and I can see her ... she is standing before a mirror, undressing ... her reflection giving me the perfect view of her front...” I shimmy back against the plush fabric of the bed, showing him how at ease I feel and how wrapped up I am in my imaginings as I continue. “I know I should keep on walking but my body refuses to budge, my eyes unable to take their gaze off her ... I watch as she unbuttons her top, it’s a white chiffon blouse that hints at the delicate lace bra beneath. Her fingers work so slowly over the buttons, it’s as though she knows I am watching but I haven’t made a sound and she hasn’t given any sign that she has spotted me. She pulls the fabric out of her skirt and then brushes it from her shoulders, letting it slip down her arms and float to the floor. As she raises her hands to the clasp at her back, her eyes collide with mine inthe mirror and I freeze, unable to speak, scared of what she will do. But then she smiles, her eyes warm and inviting, her hands still at her back and, to my surprise and pleasure, she continues to unfasten it, dropping the fabric to the floor, her bare breasts now freed to my appreciative gaze. My eyes don’t know where to look, to hold her seductive gaze or have their fill of her beautiful body. They are just so full, so pert they make my mouth dry with longing...”
I felt rather than heard him move, his fingers closing around the buttons on my blouse.
“What are you doing, Doctor?” I whispered, my eyes still shut.
“Shhh,” he soothed, his hands starting to undo the buttons. “Just concentrate on your fantasy, Abi, I’m going to help you with it.”
“But...”
“It can be our secret, Abi,” he insisted, his hands gently tugging my blouse out of my jeans to get at the last few buttons. “I promise I will make it all better.”
“You will?”
“I will,” he promised. “Now continue...”
I swallowed back my mounting nerves and to my surprise, arousal. I hadn’t anticipated actually enjoying this.
“Her reflection beckons me and I go willingly, her hand taking hold of my own to pull me before her. She positions herself behind me so that we both face the mirror and slowly she begins to remove my clothing ... all the while our eyes are fixed on our reflection, of her hands as they take hold of the hem of my top and lift it over my head...”
I felt the bed dip with the arrival of his weight, his hands parting my shirt. The air caught in my lungs as my body basked in the sudden exposure to the air, the thrill sending my nipples hard against the lace of my bra.
“And?” he prompted softly.
I let go of a shaky breath, trying to concentrate through the exhilarating mass of excited nerve endings that were waiting on his next move.
“She strokes her fingers down my throat, across my shoulders ... she slips them beneath my bra straps and teases them down my arms...”
His hands followed my tale, one hand lifting my shoulders, the other pulling my blouse and bra straps down to my elbows before lowering me back to the bed.
The sheer wickedness of what he was doing, of what I was letting him do, had my body pulsing wildly, it was all I could do to continue on. “...she brings her hands inwards and slips them beneath my bra...”
I moaned as he did just that, his hands cupping my breasts, his rough skin grazing my nipple...
“...my breasts are on fire at her touch as she massages and kneads them before lifting them out, exposing them to our watchful eyes ... and then she toys with each nipple ... she rolls them in her thumb and forefinger...”
Dr Tate’s actions followed me word for word and the dampness spread between my legs, my breathing coming in heavy pants as I gave myself up to his caress.
“What does she do next, Abi?” he asked, his voice hoarse as he struggled to maintain his control.
“She lowers her hands over my torso.”
He moved one hand down across my belly, the warmth of his palm setting my skin on fire. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“And then does she unbutton your jeans?” he asked gruffly, his impatience to get to my cunt evident as he made swift work of the fastening without waiting for a response.
I nodded anyway, I felt I should, the sexual excitement blurring with sudden tiredness and making everything surreal.
“That pill should be working its magic, Abi, how do you feel?”
“Nice ... sleepy...” I replied, my tone distant as I sighed contentedly at the warmth enveloping my body.
“Good,” he said slackening off my jeans just enough to permit his hand to slip into my panties.
He groaned with pleasure as he fingered me. “There’s a good girl, you’re all nice and wet.”
He stroked at my clit, the motion gentle and hypnotic. I felt like I was floating on a cloud somewhere and in the distance there was this deliciously growing tension.
