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The only reason I haven’t given in to the need is for fear of rejection. Dr. Erikson can want me physically all he wants. That doesn’t mean he’ll act on his desires. I’m not sure I could take him turning my advances down. Not to mention the chance of him stopping our appointments. I’m not ready to give up seeing him yet. Not because the sessions are helping, but because I genuinely enjoy being in his company.
I partially gave into my need at my appointment this week. Lifting my skirt, just high enough to show my garter belt and the creamy skin of my upper thigh…. I was so wet when I left his office, I’m surprised I didn’t leave a spot on his chair.
My next appointment is in five days, and the anticipation of seeing Dr. Erikson again has my legs clamping shut as I rub them together. The guy on the bench is forgotten as I close my eyes and mentally wonder what my psychologist’s hands, tongue, and dick would feel like. Would he be a rough lover, or gentle? Would he be selfless and demand my own pleasure before seeking his own? Would he fuck me from behind, pulling my hair as he slams into me? Or would he make sweet love to me as he gazes down into my eyes. I’m not picky. I’ll take it any way he wants to give it.
I open my eyes and realize my hand is only inches from my pussy. My gaze darts to the man on the bench. His mouth is open as he pants, and he looks seconds away from whipping out his dick and jacking off right here for everyone to see.
I gather my things, and after slipping on my blazer, I stand from the bench, pushing my skirt back down. The guy looks ready to approach me, but before he can do so, I briskly walk away. I should feel bad for leaving him in such a state, but I don’t. He’ll have damn good material to jack off to later.
I’m about halfway to my car when a prickling sensation raises the hairs on the back of my neck. I stop and look around, but don’t find anyone’s attention on me. After a moment of scanning every nook and cranny I can see of the park, I mentally shrug and turn back around.
Every step I take sends exquisite pleasure between my legs as I leave the park behind.
Chapter 5
BRYAN
I creep along the tree line and settle into the same spot I do every Monday and Saturday to get my bi-weekly fix of an unsuspecting Charlotte. I enjoy our sessions in my office, but I’m more limited on my perusal of her. These two days give me the chance to watch her without fear of coming across as creepy. Of course, what I’m doing is creepy, but she doesn’t know I’m here.
As if I conjured her with my mind, my sexy, raven-haired vixen appears a moment later. Yes, when I think about Charlotte, I think of her as mine, even if only in my imagination. It’s all I’ll ever be able to have of her, so I take what I can get.
I cross my arms over my chest and lean my shoulder against the tree, my baseball cap and shades shielding me. My eyes zero in on the female across the sidewalk with her legs spread several inches. Her white shirt is damn near see through; enough that I can see her dark nipples. It’s a shame I don’t have a direct view of her pussy. I’m always forced to stand off to the side for fear of her seeing me, so I never get a good glimpse between her legs. Even so, I know she’s bare beneath her skirt because she told me during one of our sessions she always leaves her panties behind when she’s at the park.
My dick twitches, and I bite the inside of my cheek as a distraction from stalking over to her, falling to my knees, flipping up her skirt, and devouring the treasure I’m sure to find.
My gaze moves to the man she’s putting on a show for. I barely stop myself from going to him and plucking his eyeballs from his skull. The only reason I don’t is because what I’m doing is no better than what he’s doing.
When Charlotte told me the park she always goes to, when the need to expose herself arises, was only a few miles from my office, there were only two she could be talking about. I guessed the right one the first time I searched her out. When she appeared, I was completely mesmerized as I watched her in action. I damn near came in my pants the first time I watched her. I jacked off three times at home that night.
Since then, I’ve learned her routine. She comes twice a week and always at the same time. I haven’t missed a day since that first one.
What I’m doing is fucked-up and wrong. It’s an invasion of privacy, but I excuse my actions by telling myself she doesn’t know I’m here. For her, the whole purpose of this is because she wants to tease men. I’m simply giving her what she wants, even if she doesn’t know that it’s me, along with the other guy, watching.
What I wouldn’t give to be the sole recipient of her show. For her to open her legs, beckon me with her eyes and beg me with her words, to give her body what it craves. I could spend hours devouring every inch of her delectable body.
I watch as she inches her knees open, and I’m insanely jealous of the man in front of her because he has a better view than me. My dick turns to stone, and I want nothing more than to reveal myself to her and see what she does. Would she freak out and slap me? Or would her eyes fill with desire? I’ve thought about showing myself several times. The longing to do so grows stronger each time I watch her. Only my fear of her reaction holds me back. I’m not ready to let her go should she find my actions a betrayal.
All too soon, Charlotte grabs her things from the bench and hurriedly walks away. My eyes follow her and notice the stiff way she’s moving. A smile curves my lips, because I know it’s from the unsatisfied pleasure she’s feeling. At least in this, we’re the same. Lord knows I’ll be stiff in more ways than one until I get home.
She suddenly stops and cranes her neck around, looking for something. Her gaze moves to the tree I’m beside, as if she can sense me standing there, and I quickly dart behind it. A moment later, I carefully peek around the tree to find her gone.
As I make my way back to my car, I wonder what Charlotte’s next move will be. Will she go home and pretend like she didn’t just leave a man with a huge case of blue balls? Or will she lie on her bed and relieve the ache I know she’s feeling? If I had to guess, I would say it’s the latter. Someone with her sexual nature would need relief.
I only wish I was there to witness it. On several occasions, I’ve been tempted to follow her home and try to sneak a peek in her window, but I’ve forced myself to limit my stalking tendencies to only watching her while she’s in public, where she expects someone to watch her.
What I’m doing is wrong on every level imaginable, but I’m finding I care less and less each time I come here.
Chapter 6
CHARLOTTE
“So, am I picking you up, or are you picking me up Thursday?”
Taking my sunglasses off when I walk into the store, I put them in the outside pocket of my purse. Disappointment puts a frown on my face when I’m reminded of the concert I promised my close friend, Taylor, I would go to with her months ago. This was before I became completely enamored with my hot psychologist. Because of my promise to Taylor, I’ll have to miss my weekly appointment.
“Meet me at my house at four and we can get ready together,” I tell her, grabbing a shopping cart and dropping my purse in the front compartment.
“Sounds good. Do you have time to go shopping before then? I need a new outfit.”
