I imagined Dirk’s hands touching Chastity’s shoulders, and a shiver ran through me. I envisioned them running across her stomach as I moved my fingers up and down my clit and quivered. The memory of his hands grazing her breasts matched the movement of my hand, squeezing my own. I pinched my nipple lightly as I stroked my clit. When I plunged a finger inside me, my gasp surprised me.
My shower had a ledge I could sit down on and a detachable shower head. I grabbed the shower head and found a comfortable position on the ledge. I returned two fingers to my pussy and moved them in and out. My wetness surprised me. Or did it?
As I pumped my pussy with my fingers, I aimed the hot water from the shower head at my throbbing vagina. As it beat a rhythm of hot pulses on my love-bud, I continued to finger-fuck myself.
All the time, visions of Dirk running his hands over Chastity mingled with visions of me in her place. Those, in turn, merged with my memories of him fucking me in the Cherry Pie Gentleman’s Club. The feeling of penetration from my fingers became his cock sliding into me. The feeling of my finger on my clit drove me towards a peak.
Before I knew it, I came.
I came with a rush of rapid breaths—my heart beating rapidly—as hot sensations coursed through my body. One leg straightened involuntarily as the waves of pleasure shot through me. I grunted, very unladylike, as the orgasm caused every muscle in my body to tense and strain.
When I finally relaxed, I had to lay my head back against the marble shower wall. I panted as I let the sensations—like electrical current—shoot through my pussy, my stomach, and my legs. The hand with the shower head lay lazily in my lap, the water shooting harmlessly at the floor of the shower.
I lay there a few seconds, but in the haze after my climax, it seemed like forever. The goosebumps forming on my arms and legs and on my breasts broke me from the sweet delirium of imagining Dirk Baxter making love to me.
You got to stop this!
He was my patient. I really needed to quit this behavior. Every moment I wasn’t thinking about work or another patient, my mind returned to him, like I was some fish on the hook of his fishing rod. The thought of a rod made me chuckle.
“I’d like to be on his rod right now,” I said to no one but myself in my empty condo.
I reattached the shower head and stood up. After I applied some lovely hydrangea scented bath soaps, I lathered up well under the still hot water. The shower took longer than normal. Mostly because I wasn’t in a hurry and because my mind liked to wander.
A long, hot shower always seemed to help me work through challenges. It didn’t always result in a Eureka moment, but it often laid the stage for a future ah-ha.
Through it all, my mind returned to Dirk Baxter. Not only the time he spent with Chastity in the sensate touch session, but also to his situation. A man in a divorce fight with his wife. One with a multi-million dollar business in security. One who looked like the most virile man you could ever find, but also didn’t have an attraction for his wife anymore.
It sounded a lot like my ex-husband. Am I repeating a cycle?
As I turned the shower off and dried off, I remembered the videotape of Dirk’s sensate touch session. It was late and time for bed, but I felt I could take the time to watch it again as I drifted off to sleep. Although I wasn’t sure watching it would allow me to drift off to sleep.
The heightened sensations of my shower orgasm still pulsed through my body. If Dirk was here and if I knew no one would find out, I knew I would let him take me right now.
Another orgasm wouldn’t be a bad thing before I fell asleep. Would it?
I went into my closet again, found a nice black teddy, and slipped it on. A quick glance in the full-length mirror confirmed my legs looked good, peeking out from the bottom of the nightie. I usually wore an extra long t-shirt to bed. I don’t know why I slipped on the teddy.
Yes, you do. You want to feel sexy.
I did want to feel sexy. I slipped the 8mm tape into the player, turned on the television, and slipped into bed. Before I hit play, I grabbed my vibrating dildo from the nightstand and laid it beside me. I might get inspired before I fell asleep watching Dirk and his muscular body rubbing his hands all over Chastity.
The tape played, and I took another sip of my wine. As the sexual surrogate rubbed her hands all over Dirk’s rock hard body, I felt a twinge of jealousy again. I stopped the tape occasionally to get a better look. At no time could I detect a bulge in his boxers. When it came time for him to switch, I gulped down the last bit of my wine.
Slipping a hand between my thighs, I found myself still soaked and aroused. I slid a finger up the length of my slit and shuddered. As Dirk touched and caressed Chastity on the video, I grabbed the dildo and slid it up and down my wet pussy, getting the tip wet. As his hands moved toward her pussy, I slid it inside me. I pushed the button to start it vibrating. Three pushes got it to the speed I loved the most—a pulsing, deep, throbbing vibration.
I kept focused on the video with my eyes as my hands moved the dildo in and out of my pussy. My other hand caressed and squeezed my breast. Sensations washed over my body as I watched Dirk caressing and touching Chastity in the video. His hands—as I knew by first-hand knowledge—were strong. At the Gentleman’s Club, his touch had thrilled me.
I had been with other men, most notably my sexy fireman, Jerald, since my divorce, but I hadn’t experienced the excitement and the thrill I felt with Dirk, or Mr. Dark Eyes as I thought of him at the Gentleman’s Club. His touch, his lips, his hands on my body had sent explosions of hormones through my body, which aroused me like no man ever.
Now, though, he was my patient.
I imagined I was in Chastity’s place on that bed in my office and his hands were moving over my body. Just the thought sent tingles through my belly and up into my breasts. I left the pulsing vibrator inside me and began stroking my clit. I had pulled the straps of my teddy down and exposed my breasts. One finger flicked and grazed a nipple, causing me to arch my back as if I was trying to meet Dirk’s thrusts. The dildo pulsed, and each vibration pushed me to the point of ecstasy.
As Dirk squeezed one of the sex surrogates breasts in the video, my fingers pushed me over the edge and I came all over my vibrating toy.
“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck me, Dirk. Fuck me,” I whispered to the ghostly presence of Dirk Baxter, who had preoccupied my thoughts for weeks now.
The tape ended as my quivering body calmed as if we had timed our orgasms. I pulled the vibrator out of me with the sloppy sound of my wet pussy. The sound and the feeling of being filled and relieved were very satisfying. I collapsed in my bed and barely set the dildo on my nightstand.
