The Psychologist Part 2

I could see the longing in her eyes as I got up to leave. “I’m a man of my word”, I teased her with a twinkle in my eye.

I was at the door and ready to walk out, I turned and reached for her wide hips and pulled her close. I could feel the warmth of her body and smell her excitement. I leaned in and we kissed passionately. I pulled her closer with her belt loops and she let out a whimper. That was my cue to finish off and leave her wanting more. I pulled away and we said our goodbyes.

All throughout the next week we played it smooth, nothing hot and heavy in our chats. I just listened to her frustration working as a psychologist and how she wished she could do more to help the teenagers she worked with. We set a date to meet again, Friday. It couldn’t come soon enough. I constantly reread the sexiest messages we sent each other and obsessed over how alluring her smile and eyes were in this pics she sent me in chat.

Friday came. I finished work, showered and got myself over to her place just on dusk. I opened the door and she had a glass of red wine in her hands already. I thought to myself, this must have been a rough week and then following quickly after, this might be an interesting night.

Her sultry eyes fixed on me and I knew she was as eager as I was to pick up where we left off. I stepped inside, slipped off my shoes and took the wine glass out of her hands and placed it somewhere safe. The door wasn’t even closed and we were making out like sex starved teenagers. She pulled my inside the door and reached for my belt. Frantically unbuckling me and pulling my fly open. “I’ve been waiting for this all week”, she purred…….