It All Started With Giving My Therapist A Peep Up My Skirt! – #Erotica

He was my therapist, but I loved when he looked up my skirt!

I had known my therapist, and I shared an important connection from day one. I couldn’t stop thinking about him from the first appointment. I wondered how I’d get words out and express what had been plaguing me as I sat on the couch in his office across from him and took in his captivating eyes and a giant smile that seemed to induce a youthful-like heart-pounding new love feeling in my chest. Not to mention the butterflies in the pits of my stomach. But the butterflies and the thumping excited heartbeats were nothing compared to how it felt up between my legs. I recall slipping in and out of the here and now and his mouth moving to give me advice or guidance, but not hearing a word he said as my mind drifted to thoughts of climbing onto his lap and sliding his cock deep inside of me. I had never been so wildly affected by a man before. His voice was so soothing, yet so sexy in tone. His eyes were this unusual shade of dark green that I found unbelievably captivating, and this thick black hair that I ached to run my fingers through drove me insane with desire! With a therapist like that, who could focus on problems? I’d often considered it might be time to get a new one, but I couldn’t bring myself to end the time I had with him. Then one day, I was so thankful I didn’t.

That was the day my hot therapist gave me an inkling that he was just as into me as I was to him. The prior week leading up to the session that changed everything, I was exceptionally aroused by his presence, and I could sense that he wanted me. I wore a short skirt with a pair of white satin panties trimmed with soft and pretty lace, and I made sure to open my legs just a little bit to give him a clear but subtle view up my skirt. Something stirred inside me when I saw him discreetly glance at the soft white fabric between my thighs. Just knowing that he was peeping up my skirt and could only see a small amount of fabric and the softness of my inner thighs made me so wet. I wanted him to look, I wanted him to do more than look, but for now, I just loved playing with him. I would cross and uncross my legs, giving him small flashes of what I knew he wanted to see up under that short sexy skirt of mine. I smiled a little as I watched him stealing discrete glances at my soft femininity and giving him only enough to make him want more. During this session, I was sure I had not been the only one up in my head about having sexual relief from our pent-up attraction. I was sure my therapist wanted to pull up that short little skirt that he loved staring up under and slide his cock between the soft, wet lips that rested just under the thin fabric.

I looked down between my therapist's legs, hoping to see that he was getting hard, but he knew how to sit to hide it well. I smiled to myself, knowing so. When I went out to my car, I couldn’t help but give myself some relief before going home. I love the way his eyes looked; all glazed over with desire as he stared up between my thighs at my soft white panties. I loved knowing he was fantasizing about what I might look like under them. I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait to get home to touch myself, so in his parking lot, I leaned back into my seat, closed my eyes, slid my hand between my legs, and began slowly rubbing up and down. With my skirt on and my legs spread only slightly, just as I liked it, I pushed my panties to the side and plunged my fingers deeply into me. I moaned as I thought of him across from me, his green eyes staring straight through me. I imagined his cock and how nice it must be and how good it would feel, parting and stretching me open, slowly working its way in. I knew the day would come, and I would make sure of it the following week when I saw him again. Within only a few strokes of my fingertips, the area up under my skirt began pulsing and contracting so intensely that I could feel it pulling tight and loosening again and again under my touch. My strokes slowed to quick, jerking movements as I allowed the contractions to entirely subside before pulling my hands out from under my little skirt and letting the stars clear from my vision before I could start the car and make my way home.

The next session, I sensed before I ever got there that I would be riding my therapist like I never rode another man in my life! This time, a short-ruffled skirt that came down to just the top of my thighs and bounced playfully as I walked. When I spread my legs, the ruffle would fall just a little bit between my upper thighs, leaving a little mystery for my sexy observant therapist. I put my hand to my chin and felt the sexuality rush to my eyes, unable to be hidden in our mutual desire-filled stare. I locked into his eyes deeply without blinking while I reached my hand down between my thighs and lifted the cute ruffle up just a little bit so he could see up under my skirt one more time. I smiled a sexy little smile as he got up and walked over to me, unable to help himself this time. This time, my naughty therapist needed more than just peeping up my skirt at my cute little panties. He needed to touch, feel, and be with me, and I wasn’t about to stop him. I looked at my gorgeously perfect therapist and needed him. I needed his stiff satisfying shaft to penetrate me, to ease the months of pent-up sexual desire. I opened my thighs just a bit as he approached me, and he got to his knees before me.

“May I?” He whispered as he placed his hands lightly on my knees. I know you have deliberately allowed me to take little peeks up this sexy little skirt of yours between those beautiful thighs. While I would never usually allow myself to become involved with any client, well, lovely Bella, you are simply someone I can’t seem to resist. My breath became labored, and my heart pounded like never before as his hands slid up under my skirt and slowly made their way up my thighs, pulling my panties off and dropping them to the floor beside us. I lifted the ruffle of my skirt and opened my legs, leaning back to allow him access to whatever he wanted from me. He placed his mouth so softly on me that I gasped and gripped his shoulders, pulling him in tightly. He started out slowly but picked up the pace as his tongue went back and forth over my soft, tender, most sensitive intimate parts. The tip of his tongue made perfect contact with my clit as if he’d known my body for years. Within moments he had my thighs quivering under that skirt, shaking to the pulses of the orgasm rushing into his mouth, filling him with my sweet juices.

“I need you, Bella! I need you right now!” My therapist said, grabbing me and sliding my body to him quickly, determined to have me. He undid his belt, button, and zipper feverishly, sliding his pants down. Unable to take the time to remove them completely, he grabbed himself and guided his length into me. I felt the soft tip of his cock head tapping the opening of my pussy. With two slow jabs, he parted my soft lips and began to slide deep inside. “Yes! Yes! Please, I want you so bad!” I cried out in a breathless whisper as his length finally touched the deepest point inside of me. My body rocked against his as he thrust in and out, moaning and groaning to the milking sensation of my tight clinging pussy that wanted nothing more than to get the hot load of cum that had been building inside him just for me! He reached down and took my nipples into his mouth as I moaned to the rapid thrusts that picked up in pace. I felt him swell, and I could hear the tension of him fighting to hold back his orgasm emptying into me. “I can’t help myself, Bella! Oh my God, I’m cumming inside you; I have to!” He said through groans, grunts, and gritted teeth as his pulsing shaft pumped out a thick creamy load deep inside of me that I could feel instantly pouring back out onto my skirt. I had what I craved, and it was all thanks to a little peep up my skirt!