Counselling

Counselling

Session 1.

Work had sent me for counselling. Not something I would really volunteer for nor desired, but the alternative was far worse. As a part-time author of erotic stories I had been adding to my anthology of stories in down time at work, but unfortunately had been discovered in a random check by the IT department. Although a senior member of the faculty, my line manager, the redoubtable Professor Colette Sigma, had decided I had a choice, counselling for my "little problem" or disciplinary action by the faculty. Needless to say I took the counselling option. And so here I was in the counsellors waiting room, awaiting my first session.

The waiting room was brightly coloured, with a rose paint on one wall and a biscuit colour on the others. Framed prints hung and behind a desk sat a receptionist. Brunette, I would say late twenties, curvy figure in a dark ruby coloured dress, green eyes and multi-coloured nail polish. Certainly not someone I would kick out of bed, I thought.

I was the only other person in the room, and I ran through in my mind how this might go. All I had been told was to report to the counselling service, which operated out of an old house just off the college campus. I knew nothing of the counsellor I was seeing; only that it was a Dr Tony de Fonseca. So I was going in cold. The receptionist was busy with her phone and looked rather bored, until the door opened and a tall smartly dressed middle aged man strode out. He bade goodbye to the receptionist and left. The door to the counsellors office closed behind him and the receptionist got up with a light blue file and entered.

It was the first time I had seen the receptionist fully and I appreciated her figure and form. She was full breasted and the ruby dress clung to her body like it had been sprayed on. I envisaged her being a part of my next story given half a chance. She soon returned to her desk and then looked up at me, smiled and said "Tony will see you now."

I stood and walked to the door and knocked and entered. Imagine my surprise to find that Dr Tony de Fonseca was actually an Antonia, or sitting at a desk facing the window was a stunningly attractive woman who I would pit as late thirties. I must have looked surprised for she said "Yes I get that reaction quite a lot. People expect Tony to be a man. I feel it gives me an advantage initially." She smiled.

"So Dr Turner" she continued "I understand your Faculty Head has referred you here for some counselling. Maybe you can tell me in your own words what has led us to this point."

Don't waste anytime do you, I thought.

"Well you see it was all a big misunderstanding and a mistake. My mistake and both of our misunderstanding." I paused, expecting some comment but Dr de Fonseca remained silent, just gazing at me. "I write erotic stories as a hobby, a release I suppose, and during some downtime last vacation I was writing some at work. IT did a random sweep of usage and thy discovered some of my work. I must have inadvertently saved it to my drive at work rather than my portable hard drive. Professor Sigma was notified and I was given an option, counselling with you or disciplinary proceedings. As I didn't fancy the disciplinary proceedings I opted for counselling. So here I am." I held out my arms as if in a pose of surrender.

There was a pause. A silence. Then Dr de Fonseca spoke. "And these erotic stories. Do they take on any particular genre?"

"Well that depends on my mood I suppose, but usually one or two genres dominate." I left it there. I wasn't going to get into that if I could help it.

"And how long have you been writing these erotic stories?" she asked.

"Ten to fifteen years if not longer. Why?"

"Just to get a sense of how we proceed with these counselling sessions. That is quite some time to be writing. Imaginary or based on true life experiences?" she asked.

"I suppose a mixture of both."

Dr de Fonseca scribbled something then looked up at me again. I could see her for the first time. She was a beautiful woman. Her face had almost perfect bone structure and from where I was sitting I could see that her body hugging dress did nothing to hide what was a very alluring body. I knew I had to stop these thoughts, but it was hard not to. My next story was well in the formulation.

"So what do you think started this desire to write erotic stories?"

I thought for a while. "Nothing specific that I can put my finger on, it was just something I enjoy. "

"Does it arouse you? Writing the stories. Do you get aroused writing them?" she enquired, matter of factly.

Again I had to think about that. This was not quite the line of questioning I had expected. "Is that important?" I replied.

"It could be." She responded. "If we are to understand your behaviour we need to look at what triggers this desire to write erotic material." She paused. "So do you get aroused when writing?"

I thought about a suitable response then replied "Yes I suppose I do. But it depends on what my theme is and how I am feeling at the time."

Dr de Fonseca wrote a few more notes then looked back at me. "So tell me about the themes you write about. Be specific please"

This was getting a bit uncomfortable now. I was not used to conversing about something that was more of a private or anonymous pastime. Yes I had several stories published but under pseudonyms, and this was getting a bit too private. But I suppose I have no choice I told myself.

"Well if I was to list the main themes they include, masturbation..." I paused, looked at Dr de Fonseca, but no emotion showed..."lesbianism, getting caught masturbating by an older woman, stockings, large breasts, watersports, that sort of thing." I stopped. The doctor wrote something more.

"That is quite a specific set of erotic themes, though not unusual in many respects. Do you write as yourself or in third person?"

"Can be either" I replied. Now I had broken the ice as it were I felt I could tell her more. "Depends what I am writing about and for whom. Depends on the audience."

"So what was your first story about? Tell me about that."

Where is this going I thought? Is this how they do this type of counselling? It was all new to me. I sat forward a bit in the chair and looked at Dr de Fonseca. She was dressed in what could only be described as power dressing. Smart two piece skirt and jacket, smart black patent shoes and what I imagined stockings, not tights. She wore a simple string of pearls without any other adornment. No rings on fingers, but clearly well-manicured fingers. Her hair was cut quite short, highlighting her fine bone structure and she wore gold ring earrings. With little observable make up except some lipstick she was the entire professional woman.

"So your first story? What was it about and how do you think you chose this theme?" she asked a second time.

"Well if memory serves me right it was a story about watching a woman masturbate. Though it was part of story about doing research on masturbation and going to the library. I called it personal research."

"And you wrote it in first or third person?"

"First person if I recall."

"And what do you think was the spark for this story?" she looked directly at me, it was almost staring at me. "What do you think motivated you to write this?"

"A little bit of personal experience and a theme I enjoy. Yes a bit of both" I paused. Dr Fonseca sat there looking at me. She leaned slightly forward.

"And? Go on. Tell more about this experience that started your writing."

"Ok. I suppose it started, as I imagine it does with many blokes, looking at magazines. You know, the Mayfair type to start with. Men Only etc. Then progressing up to the more explicit Whitehouse, Lovebirds, Playbirds and the such. Pictures of women touching themselves. Teasing. Isnt that what they are designed to do. Arouse?"

Dr Fonseca nodded slightly. "And it aroused you?"

"Of course. I was in my early teens. Found the magazines in a shoe box in my father's wardrobe. I was looking for my birthday present. Imagine my surprise when I found these magazines. Looking through the photos. Reading the letters and stories. I wondered did real women do this?"

"So what led to the story writing specifically?"

"Well obviously the magazines led to lots of masturbation sessions. Very enjoyable sessions I must admit. And still do actually." I looked at Dr Fonseca as I said that. Her face showed no emotion. I paused waiting to see if she would comment, but she didn't rise to the bait. "Though that all changed one day when I discovered that my interest in naked women was not just confined to young men."

"Really? Tell me more. "Dr Fonseca encouraged.

"I had been invited to spend two weeks in Holland with some family friends. My parents had got to know some Dutch families through an exchange programme and their daughters who were older than me, had visited us a couple of times and they returned the favour. So I went to Holland, to Delft actually, and spent two weeks with these friends. One evening when I was in bed I found under the bed a box of magazines. Now bear in mind that I was staying with the two grown up daughters in their flat, so the magazines had to be theirs. I had never seen such graphic photos before. And very arousing. Needless to say it fuelled quite a pleasurable session.

Then one night I needed a glass of water so I crept out to the kitchen and as I was returning to my room heard a slight moaning coming from one of the bedrooms. I was so naïve. I tip toed to the door and sneaked a peak through the partially opened door. Lying on the bed was Mia facing the full length wardrobe mirror. She was naked and was stroking herself. Her large breasts were heaving and her body was shaking as she rubbed herself. It was the first time I ever saw a girl masturbate. It was an image that has stayed with me."

"So what happened next?" Dr Fonseca enquired.

"I quickly went back to my room, and masturbated. Didn't take me long to finish. I can tell you. That image of Mia on the bed."

"And did that happen again?" Dr Fonseca asked.

"Oh did it. You bet. Almost every night either Mia or Ginny would get off in their bedroom. And always looking at pictures and watching themselves in the mirror."

"Did they know you were watching them?"

"I found out on the last evening that they did."

"How did you find out?"

"I had been waiting until the flat was dark and they had gone to their bedrooms, and then I crept out and found Ginny's door ajar. Mia's was closed, but Ginny was lying on her bed. Her dressing gown was open and underneath she was naked. She was using her fingers to play with herself as she looked at a magazine with naked women, and casting glances at herself in the mirror. Like Mia she had large boobs and a hairy pussy. What we might call a bit chunky today, but very sexy.

Anyway, after I had watched her I returned to my room, stripped off my shorts and took out a magazine and lay back against the pillows ready to masturbate. I had just started when the door opened and Ginny came in. I was shocked to be caught. Tried to cover myself, and pretend nothing happened.

"So she caught you?" Dr Fonseca said.

"Yes red handed." I paused. "She was still wearing her gown and she sat on the bed next to me. She took the magazine from me and flicked through it. She asked me if I liked the girls in the pictures. It took me a while to find my tongue, but I think I nodded and stumbled a yes. She said she did too. Did I like girls like her? I had to admit I did. Then she said that she knew I had been watching her and Mia. That it aroused them knowing they were being watched. But now it was her turn to watch. In no uncertain terms Ginny made it clear she wanted me to masturbate in front of her. "

"What effect did that have?"

"Well imagine, I was 17 and here was a sexy mid twenties woman wanting to watch me masturbate. I was rock hard and sat back against the pillows and started stroking myself. I knew I wouldn't last very long. She sat and watched me, with her robe slightly open so I could see the swell of her breasts. Then my orgasm hit me and I just came everywhere. Ginny just watched and smiled and then handed me a towel to clean up, kissed me on the cheek and said good night."

"And that was what got you the stimulus to write the first story?"

"Essentially yes."

"Did you ever visit Holland again?"

"Yes I did. It was the Easter holidays I was in my first year at university. Friends I were doing Eurorail. We travelled all over Europe and ended up in Holland totally skint and nowhere to stay. We split up and said we would meet up back in London. So I headed to Delft. Hitched a lift on a lorry and then walked from Delft main square to the apartment. Gave Ginny quite a shock when I buzzed her flat and asked if I could stay for a couple of days.

"And she was ok with that?"

"Perfectly. She made up the spare room and let me stay for as long I wanted. She was by herself, as Mia had gone off travelling and during the day while she was at work I had the run of the place. It hadn't changed much, and her stack of magazines had only increased."

"Did anything happen whilst you stayed there?"

"Well it certainly did. It was early evening when I arrived so we got some Chinese take-away and just sat chatting. She wanted to know what I had been up to and how my parents were and then told me about what she had been doing. Before I knew it it was gone 11 and I was feeling tired, so I went to bed. Ginny made some comment about there being of reading material if needed it, and that was the first night. I think I must have slept quite late as when I got up the flat was empty and had the place to myself. So I spent the day exploring Delft a bit more. That afternoon I looked through the magazines, and found Ginny's tastes had not changed. There was a range of explicit magazines, very typical Dutch and German porn, mainly lesbian and solo girls. I was pretty horny by the time she came home.

After supper we sat chatting and the topic of my visit a couple of years early came up. I reminded Ginny of how my last evening had been and admitted that was highly arousing it had been. She told me that she had also found it highly arousing. She told me how both her and Mia were turned on knowing you were watching them. I said that it was a massive turn on for me too and when she came in my room, it blew my mind.

It was then that Ginny asked me if I had experienced mutual masturbation. When I told her that I hadn't, and effectively admitted that I didn't really know what it was, she explained to me how it was one of her favourite activities, both with men and women. Things were left like that, and she excused herself and said she was going to bed as she had a busy day ahead.

I went to my room and was tempted to masturbate, but something about the way Ginny had been talking about mutual masturbation got me thinking. After about half an hour I decided to be bold and walked quietly along to her room. Her door was half open and as I peeked inside I saw her reclining on the dressing table seat, in front of her mirror, robe open, playing with herself. I stood there watching her, feeling myself get hard as she slid her fingers into her hairy pussy. She looked up into the mirror and saw me watching her and told me not be shy but to come in and come closer.

I stepped into the room, and stood beside her, watching this sexy woman finger herself. I could hear her wetness as her fingers pressed in and out of her pussy. She smiled as she noticed my erection forcing itself from my shorts and told me to take them off and to stroke myself.

Needless to say it didn't take me long to get close to orgasm. Ginny could obviously tell I was going to cum, and she told me to come close and that I could shoot over her body. That virtually pushed me over the edge as I masturbated hard and felt myself cum. Ropes of thick cum spewed out and shot all over Ginny's breasts and stomach and thighs. She didn't stop fingering herself and used my cum as additional lube to bring herself to orgasm. She rocked hard and I stood wide eyed as she arched her back and a huge fountain shot from her pussy, as she came. The mirror was dripping with her cum and she lay back panting. It was amazing."

I paused and looked at Dr Fonseca. She was listening with rapt attention, and I wondered whether she was getting turned on by my story. She looked at me and spoke.

"Well I can see why masturbation is a hot topic in your stories. Certainly it would be a formative image for anyone. So, that has to conclude our session for today. I will see you next week. When you come next week please bring with you that first story if you can, and a selection of your other work, so I can understand more how this erotic story writing has progressed to its current distracted state. Is that agreed?"

"I will" I replied. "See you next week Doctor." I got up and left the office. I wasn't really sure how this was going to help my so-called "problem" but if this was therapy and it involved me talking about sex to a very attractive woman, who was I to complain.

Session 2:

The next week I returned to Dr Fonseca's office. I had printed off my first ever story, plus a sample of other stories, nothing too extreme as yet, but enough for her to see how my writing illustrated my particular tastes.

As I waited in her comfortable well appointed waiting room, my mind began to wander towards how I could write a story about either Dr Fonseca or her secretary, or maybe both. Now that would be quite daring I thought, a smile ran over my face, to think of her reaction as she read that. As I day-dreamed I did not notice the figure stand in front of me and inform me I could go through into her room. I looked up, and Dr Fonseca stood in front of me, power dressed again, in heels, just above the knee pleated skirt and matching jacket.

"Did I disturb you thoughts?" she asked.

"Sorry, I was just thinking. Just pondering an idea." I threw that statement away.

"Well come on through" she said, ushering me into her office, and indicating I should take the same seat as the previous week. "So did you bring me some samples of your literature?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"I certainly did" I replied, rummaging through my brief case.

My second session with Dr Fonseca was relatively brief. I handed over the selection of stories she had requested at my first session, and then asked how I had been feeling during the intervening week. I told her that I was feeling fine. She asked if I had written anything during the week, and I informed that sadly I had not had time, but that I did have some ideas for a new story. She left it at that, and said she would read my stories and let me know more at our next session.

Dr Fonseca then returned to the topic of our first session, what I felt were the drivers for my "predilection towards my fetishes", as she termed it. "So I understand where your enjoyment of watching women masturbate comes from. It was your seeing Ginny and her partner and what developed from that. Am I right?"

I nodded my assent.

"And your visit to Holland later merely reinforced that I gather?" She continued. I nodded affirmatively again. "How was the second visit different?" She asked.

I paused, gathering my thoughts. I couldn't remember what I had told her previously, so just recounted the story of walking into Ginny's room, finding her masturbating in front of her mirror and her asking me to join in. Then watching her gush everywhere, something I had never experienced before.

"Do you think that seeing her squirt as she did might have led to your fascination with water-sports?" she asked as she crossed her legs, allowing me a brief glimpse higher up her skirt, as it rode slightly along her sticking clad leg.