In Good Hands
I know that the accident could have been worse. Much worse. I was fortunate enough to come out of it with nothing more than a concussion and one very messed up knee. After a battery of tests that I barely remember having done to me it turned out that I wound up tearing most of the ligaments in my knee. ACL, MCL, meniscus. Pretty much all of it. The pain was mainly behind me at this point but the healing process was just beginning.
When you’re a kid and something like this happens it feels like a major deal, but the reality is that your parents take care of everything, you miss some school, and get to watch some television and read some books while you get better. But as an adult it really sucks to be laid up for any period of time. I was just getting started on my career and I was busy going on dates and filling my weekends with the type of stuff that I actually wanted to do with my time. So to have this happen now felt like a major blow to my burgeoning adult life.
I also didn’t really have anyone to help out. I had moved to the area for a job less than a year ago and still hadn’t made the type of friends or relationships that you lean on in a situation like this. Not going to lie, I was bummed out by the realization that I wasn’t quite as independent as I would have liked to think. And that I was lonely more than anything else.
The hospital kept me for a couple of days for observation due to the concussion. Fortunately everything with my head looked pretty good and there wasn’t any reason to think that there would be any long term side effects. The knee surgery probably would have kept me there anyway. I didn’t have a single visitor during my stay, something that the nurses commented on at first but sort of let drop when they saw that it depressed me a bit. It wasn’t really something that I wanted to focus on but it was pretty obvious to the hospital staff.
I was also exceptionally horny for pretty much the entire time that I was there. I was surprised at how much the touch of a nurse could get my mind moving towards the gutter, even in the most clinical and sterile of environments. The slightest provocation and my dick was hard as a rock. But, like myself, it was also left without any visitors.
So, altogether the situation was a pretty shitty one.
But now I was being released and my first stop was the rehabilitation clinic on the ground floor of the hospital. My doctor did not want me leaving the facility until I went there at least once and met with a therapist. He had said that it wasn’t all that uncommon for guys my age to just skip the rehab process so he wanted to make sure that I at least saw a therapist once and could learn what I needed to do to take care of myself.
The situation started to turn around in the waiting room of the rehabilitation clinic when I saw her.
She filled out the powder blue scrubs way better than anyone that I had come across in the last week in the hospital. There was certainly a lot to like about her appearance. I thought that she was a beautiful woman, but it was hard to focus on anything other than her ass at first sight. At least it was for me. This woman’s rear popped from the rest of her body like a sudden surprise, bubbling out from behind her and stretching the fabric of her scrubs. It was strong and athletic, rounded to perfection. Not the kind of butt that someone is just born with. She definitely worked for it. And while the rest of her body certainly wasn’t scrawny, it seemed like the ass of a much larger woman.
I watched as she moved through the waiting room and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. And it. Her ass looked like it would burst from her pants, but not because it was so massive that the pants couldn’t fit it. More so that it couldn’t be contained because of its presence and gravity. It wanted to be free. Glancing around the room I could see that I wasn’t the only one that felt this way, more than one set of eyes followed her and stared as she came to rest against the countertop to chat with someone at the desk for a moment.
It wasn’t just the ass though that made her so sexy. She was also exceptionally tall, close to six feet, so much of it her long legs. Some slight definition in her calves was apparent through her pants but then her legs widened into a pair of sturdy thighs that fed into that incredible ass. Her scrubs were cinched tight at her narrow waist which only made her butt look even bigger and more prominent. It was on the verge of taking over the room, a conquest that I would have happily subjected myself to. Just looking at her and my dick started to stir in my pants.
She had shoulder length blond hair pulled back in a basic ponytail, not an uncommon look among therapists and nurses I’d learned. Her breasts were small and sat high on her chest, she seemed to be wearing a sports bra based on the lines beneath her scrubs. Her back was to the room, meaning her ass was facing me and everyone else, and I thought I detected a slight smirk across her face. She must have known what she was doing.
I liked everything about this physical therapist.
Coupled with all of this was the fact that a week in the hospital meant that I hadn’t gotten off in a week and my horniness was in overdrive. Once this initial appointment was over I could go home and be alone for the first time in a while and take matters into my own hand. But until that happened I just needed to deal with my dick being on a hair trigger, excited at pretty much anything that I came across. I had already had a couple awkward erections in the hospital, which the nurses had assured me was very normal, and I was ready to move on from that experience to one I could control better.
As I was watching the woman she went down the hallway and disappeared out of sight. I continued to wait for my name to be called and to meet with my therapist for the first time. One way to get people to keep coming back would be to have more therapists that looked like her. I certainly hoped that I would get the chance to work with her. On her. Around her. In her. Any of it.
Before my daydreams carried me too far away I heard my name called by a sweet voice. I looked up, hoping to see her again.
“Ben?” the voice called to the waiting room. It belonged to an older woman, probably twice my age. Definitely not the therapist that I was imagining.
“That’s me,” I said, struggling to rise with the assistance of my crutches. I was one of those types that hated relying on other people and feeling helpless. I was not happy about the crutches but I definitely couldn’t walk without them. The brace on my knee didn’t help either.
The older woman hurried over to me, her arms extended to lend a hand. She was a larger woman and I couldn’t help but notice the way that her chest swayed as she hustled over to me. She wore a quarter zip fleece with the name of the rehab facility stitched on the breast and I pretended to read it as she approached me, the entire time watching her jugs bounce with each step.
“Let me help you, you need to take it easy young man,” she said. It wasn’t an offer, she was telling me what I needed to hear. Before I could respond she placed her hand on the small of my back to offer some support. It felt nice to have her touch me. And I appreciated that she wasn’t trying to force me into a wheelchair. I had enough of that in the last week.
“Thanks, I’m still getting used to this,” I answered.
“You take your time, I’m right here if you need anything.” She led me out of the waiting room and down a wide hall to a small room with an examination table on it. Once inside she instructed me to sit on the table and I did so gingerly, my leg dangling over the edge.
“I’m Lou. Well, Louise. But call me Lou,” she said and smiled. Lou had bright, almost mischievous, green eyes that locked onto mine when she spoke. Her eyes were engaging rather than probing, and welcoming rather than standoffish. I sort of liked her right away.
“And I’m Ben. It’s, uh, nice to meet you Lou,” I replied.
“It’s not that nice, Ben. I know that no one wants to be in this place, especially not a handsome young man like yourself. I’m sure that there are plenty of other things that you would rather be doing. But I’m going to have you feeling real good. I promise,” her voice was calming and reassuring. And I was a bit flattered that she called me handsome. Lou knew what she was doing.
She looked over my medical chart and turned away from me to walk towards a chair in the corner of the small room and I found myself checking out Lou. She wasn’t my type but it was hard to deny that she was charming, and even sexy, in an older matronly way. Lou had auburn hair with slightly graying roots that wasn’t quite long enough to pull back, some of it hung over her face and blended in with her pale skin and freckles, small little dots that filled her cheeks and painted a trail that disappeared down her neck and into the confines of her shirt. A pair of simple glasses framed her small, green eyes.
Her tits looked absolutely ridiculous on her short frame, she was barely over five feet tall. The work issued fleece left her in an awkward spot; if she had gone for a larger size it probably would have been more comfortable but it would have looked like a dress, instead she opted for the tighter version that placed an enormous emphasis on her assets. Her plump ass generously filled her scrubs. While it certainly didn’t have the lift and posture of the woman’s in the waiting room, it had a lot of mass to it.
As Lou wordlessly looked over my chart I noticed her expression change a bit, a sort of furrowed brow that indicated concern. As far as I knew everything was good with my medicals but perhaps the doctors had indicated something that they didn’t share with me. Finally, she turned and smiled at me, pulling her chair over to the exam table.
Lou asked me some basic questions about everything that had happened so far, expressing sympathy throughout for my situation. She asked about my situation outside of work as well, nothing real probing but she seemed concerned if I would be able to take care of myself once I was released.
“No girlfriend at home, honey,” Lou inquired. “Or a special friend who can help you out from time to time?”
“No,” I answered honestly. “Unfortunately, it’s just me for right now.”
After a couple of minutes of various questions there was a timid knock at the door. Lou’s green eyes turned away from me and glanced at the door.
“Come in,” she said.
The door opened and standing there was the beautiful therapist that I had seen in the waiting room. She smiled and turned towards me.
“Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. I just needed to ask Louise a quick question,” her voice was a bit demure, not really shy but passive. She leaned in the doorway and cocked her hip as she turned to Lou. I had an unobstructed view of her side profile and her ass created a perfect silhouette that immediately imprinted itself into my brain as an ideal view of a woman.
“What is it, Maggie?” Lou put down my chart and smiled at the much younger therapist, Maggie, with a matronly look. Maggie looked briefly at me and hesitated to open her mouth when Lou rose to walk over to her, picking up on Maggie’s desire to not speak in front of a patient.
The two women spoke for a minute, something about how to proceed with some sort of issue with a troublesome patient as best as I could tell. Lou got close to Maggie, both their voices lowered to not much more than whisper. The enormous bust of Lou brushed against Maggie’s much smaller chest, it seemed near impossible for Lou to avoid it. It must have happened to her all the time, her enormous tits dominating the personal space of others. At one point Lou placed her hand lightly on Maggie’s hip as she leaned in, her fingers confidently reassuring the younger therapist of something.
My eyes stayed on Maggie as much as they could without making it too obvious that I was staring at her. I thought that it was a little rude of me to fixate on her, especially since they were obviously trying to have a private conversation, but it was hard to look away from Maggie. A moment later the two women separated and Maggie turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. I managed a fleeting glance of her rear before the door shut.
“Sorry about that, Ben. Maggie is pretty new here, just out of grad school, and had some questions about how to handle a patient,” Lou informed me. “A lot of the younger therapists need some hand holding and I’m happy to give it when I can. It’s nice to know that experience still counts for something. Maggie, in particular, I’ve taken a bit of a mentor role with her. There are some things that you just can’t learn in school. Bedside manner, figuring out what a patient really needs. That sort of thing.”
Lou spoke with passion when talking about her relationship with the younger therapists, it was obvious that it meant a lot to her.
“Well, it’s good to know I’m paired up with the best then. I certainly don’t mind the interruption,” I said. It’s true, Maggie could walk in any time that she wants.
Louise smiled. “You’re certainly in good hands with me.” Was that a little wink from Lou in my direction?
Lou had me turn on the examination table so that my entire body was running the length of it and my injured leg was laid out in front of her. Everything was still swollen and tender but her touch was gentle and warm, I could practically feel her flesh through the fabric of the track pants that I had on.
We spent a bit of time doing some simple movements of my knee, mainly just some up and down. First with her support and then some on my own as she looked on, her hands nearby if I needed the support. Lou let me know that I was expected to do these at home on my own, but that it was still important that I came back for therapy every couple of days so that she could monitor my progress and identify any problems that may pop up. She thought that I wouldn’t need to do this for very long.
“I’m going to take the brace off so that I can get a good look at everything, but I’ll help you get it back on too. I wouldn’t leave you hanging, I promise,” she informed me.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you need to do is fine with me,” I agreed. I certainly wasn’t going to argue with my therapist about it.
Her dexterous fingers undid the brace and slid it off my knee. Next she started to undo the snaps on the side of my pants. This I was not expecting, which I’m sure she could tell from my raised eyebrows and suddenly clenched muscles. I wasn’t really prepared to be pantless around her, though I really should have known better considering how much I had been prodded and examined in the last couple of days.
“This alright?” she asked, her hand making its way down my leg. Lou reached across my body to get to the snaps on the side opposite her and the substantial mass of her tits came to rest on my thighs, spanning across both of my legs. They were so heavy. How did Louise carry these around every minute of her life?
“Totally,” I consented. I was wearing nothing more than a pair of dark briefs under my pants and I could feel my cock already stirring. Days of inactivity and the weight of her breasts had my thoughts moving in a direction that I wasn’t prepared to deal with. I tried to focus my brain elsewhere but the insidious nature of what she was doing was hard to ignore.
“Now, if you could just lift up for a second I’ll get these out of the way,” she tugged at the opened pants and I lifted up on my hands as she pulled them away, “perfect. Thanks Ben.” Suddenly I was laying down on the table and the only thing I was wearing below the waist was a pair of briefs. I could see Lou’s eyes take in my almost naked lower half, the growing outline of my cock the worst kept secret in the room. I looked away, thinking maybe that would make the situation less awkward. It didn’t.
My knee was still quite swollen and a small row of stitches were visible. Lou said that everything looked good, sometimes you needed to worry about infection or other issues. But as far as she could tell everything with me was in fine shape. The clinical talk of my knee and the healing process had helped to quell the burgeoning fire in my loins and the growth there had subsided and I felt that I had the situation under control.
“While you’re here,” she began, “I want to make sure that we keep everything moving. Range of motion, blood flow, and some activity are really important. Since you’re still not weight bearing for a couple more weeks it’s going to be difficult for you to keep up the strength in your leg.” As Lou spoke her hand settled onto my leg, considerably higher up than my knee. Her fingers kneaded at my flesh, working the skin back and forth. I saw her green eyes follow the lines of my thighs to where they converged, my cock clearly growing again and visible to both of us. No rest for the weary.
“Uh…,” I stammered. Not really sure if I should be saying something.
“Blood flow. Got to keep it moving,” she said to me. It seemed like a small smirk began to creep at the edges of her mouth. “You know, sometimes people get an injury like this and from just sitting around they get stiff. Now, we don’t want that to last for too long.”
I smiled in return, my grin was both nervous and excited. I’m not sure what I was trying to tell her but I was alright with her taking the lead.
Lou continued her massage, now working both my thighs with her two hands. Her touch remained light, it was a soft, gentle pressure that she applied rather than feeling the weight of her pressing down. Despite this she rocked her body as she worked and it was impossible to ignore the heavy swaying of her enormous tits inside of her fleece. They dangled so close to my flesh, mere inches from brushing against me with each pass. The movement had caused her shirt to ride up at her waist and the flesh along the sides of her stomach was intermittently visible, pale white and creamy, dotted with small red freckles.
Her hands were small and she spread her fingers out to massage as much of my thighs as she could, inching upward with each movement. My cock also inched upward. It strained at the tight fabric and if not for the dark coloring I’m certain that a small wet spot would have been visible. I told myself that not having been touched, or having touched myself, for several days had me on a hair trigger and I would have reacted like this to pretty much any kind of contact. But I also found myself stealing glances at Lou, trying to not make it so obvious that I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When I tried to turn away from her tits I was instead confronted with her oversized ass stuffed into the medical scrubs.
I felt her soft hand rub against the head of my cock. The touch sent a warm pulse of excitement through my body. At the same moment both of our eyes looked there, seeing how close she still was to me, and then at each other. It was clear that she was trying to reach over me and instead had banged into my cock. Even that accidental touch felt so good though.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…,” I apologized, I felt that I should even though I wasn’t sorry. This woman was trying to do her job and here I was with a massive hard on getting in her way.
“Don’t worry about it,” she cut me off before I could explain further, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. And I’ll take it as a compliment. I’m glad that this feels nice.”
Lou paused her words for a moment but her fingers kept at their work. I had nothing else to say. She continued, “Maggie is cute, don’t you think?” Her green eyes looked at me, awaiting my response.
“The other therapist? I mean, I don’t know. I didn’t really look,” I lied.
“Oh, come on. I saw you staring at her when she came in. I don’t blame you, she looks incredible. And she’s probably about your age.” There was a playful tone to Louise. I sensed that she was feeling me out a bit. All of this that she was doing was leading to something.
I decided to play along. It seemed fun.
“You caught me, I was totally checking her out,” I confessed and suddenly the mood in the room shifted entirely. Lou and I now had established a little secret between the two of us. I felt like somehow we were on the same side.
“I knew it. It’s her ass, right? That thing is incredible,” Lou said cheerfully, then she lowered her voice and leaned in closer to me, those big jugs of hers pressing against my chest. “When she showed up here, I looked her over and thought that ass is going to cause some problems. I’m not sure that poor girl has any idea what she’s doing to people.” Lou picked up the pace and intensity of her massage on my thighs. Her hands were far enough up my legs that her fingers were rubbing against my balls through my underwear.
Her touch felt incredible and now the image of Maggie’s ass began to fill my head. I could see it clearly, plump and inviting. My body responded in kind and I felt my cock engorging with lust.
“Yeah, that’s some ass that she has. She, uh, looks really good in those scrubs,” I nervously responded. Seconds ago it seemed fun to play along with Lou but now I was feeling overmatched. Her emerald eyes sparkled with a hunger that took me off guard.
“Tell me what you’d do to that ass, Ben? Are you the type of guy that wants her to sit on your face and smother you? To feel buried beneath her flesh? Maybe you want to bend her over and grab her hips, pushing hard into her?” Lou fired these fantasies at me with a smile on her face, clearly enjoying the effect it was having on me. Hearing her talk like this made my cock transform into something akin to steel.
“All of it. That all sounds so good,” I replied a bit sheepishly, my voice strained but wanting to be more, held back the way everything inside of me was also backed up. I was outside of my comfort zone and I didn’t know how far to take it with Lou. I had a feeling this isn’t how a physical therapy session usually went. I felt like I was flirting with Maggie, using Lou as a proxy.
“It does, doesn’t it? So, what are you going to do about it?” Lou asked me. She stopped her massage and instead rested each of her palms on my thighs. Her tits still dangled above the tip of my quivering cock, just out of reach. I had kept my hands to myself while Lou was touching me but now that she had stopped I had a massive desire to reach out for her.
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything about her,” I answered.
“Except that she has a great ass. Isn’t that enough? What more do you need?” she prompted, showing excitement in a way that I, too, wanted to express myself. Lou looked at me and I could see that she was putting something together in her head. I waited for her to speak again, it was clear that she was the one moving the conversation forward. “Here’s the deal. The younger girls around this place all sort of look up to me, you saw how Maggie came in here for some professional advice. They listen to what I say, they trust me to steer them in the right direction. And I do, I really want the best for them. I remember what it was like to be new on the job. It was certainly a long time ago for me but some of the older ladies helped me when I first started and I like to repay that when I can.”
“So you can put in a good word for me?” I suggested to Lou apprehensively. Is this where she was going with this?
“Sort of. You see, the girls here all trust me because I’ve always been good to them. When I give them advice I make sure it’s something that will actually help them. I couldn’t just tell Maggie to go out with you…without making sure that you’re worth it.”
“Okay, that’s fair. Well, I’ve got a pretty good job and I take care of myself. I think I’m in good shape, and…,” before I could continue to list my good points she squeezed my thigh, signaling me to stop.
“But how’s your cock?,” she asked, completely nonchalantly, as if I was a common question. “There’s nothing more disappointing, as a woman, than liking a guy and then finding out that he’s not what you wanted down there. I couldn’t do that to Maggie,” she smirked as she told me all of this, “the girls here trust me.”
Between the two of us my cock throbbed, pushing against my underwear and demanding attention.
“So, is this like a test?” I inquired.
“Hmmmm,” Lou considered my question with a pronounced look upward, then looked back at me and answered, “I’d say it’s more a screening process. Think of it more as the first round of an interview. I see all these young ladies around here dealing with letdowns and heartbreak so often and I just wouldn’t want to add to it. Dating seems so very different from when I was your age.”
I looked over at Lou, noticing that her rosy cheeks had a little more color and I thought that I saw the thick protrusion of her nipples despite the heavy fleece that she was wearing. Her chest rose and fell slightly, fighting for my attention but my mind was straying elsewhere. I was looking at Lou but I was thinking of Maggie. She really was one of the most striking women that I had ever seen. I was never really great at just approaching a woman I didn’t know, but it’s certainly a thing that I could do. But, on the other hand, having Lou vouch for me would probably go a long way with Maggie. I’d been so lonely lately.
“Okay. If it’s something that you need to see for Maggie, I can do that. Should I just…I don’t know, pull it out?”
Lou licked her lips, the tip of her tongue just barely breaking the crease of her smile and running the length of the small opening, and answered me, “Allow me. You need to take it easy, rest up.”
Her skilled fingers found the bottom hem of my underwear, the elastic stretched tight around my thighs. Confidently and without hesitation, in the clinical nature of the hospital workers I had come to know, she pulled down and removed the briefs with a single tug.
My cock had been pushing upward, tenting out the fabric, and as she pulled down my dick was lowered along the length of my leg. I felt the heat and the weight of it move against the rest of me and I was reminded of the build up inside of me. First, my pubic hair came into view along with the V shaped lines of my torso tapering into my crotch. Next, my shaft appeared in a flash. Thick, prominent veins visibly rising from the rock hard flesh. My swollen purple head made an appearance last. It laid prone for just a moment and, once the underwear were pulled free, then slapped against my stomach, a thin strand of precum breaking from the small stain that was visible on my underwear.
I looked up at Lou but her eyes didn’t mean mine, instead they stayed focused on my hard cock. I recognized the look that she had, it was one that I had seen before in one of my first lovers, a cock crazed young lady that liked nothing more than getting me off. More often than not she couldn’t control herself around my dick when it got hard, and I wondered if Lou was constructed in a similar fashion.
“So, what do you think?t Is this something that Maggie would be into?” I said, trying to break Lou out of her cock induced stupor. Though, honestly, I think I liked being put on display like this. I had never been in a situation that felt both so erotic and sterile at the same time but it excited something in me. I squeezed a bit to flex my cock, causing it to twitch and a bead of the sticky liquid trickled from the tip of my dick.
I heard Louise take in a quick, short breath and a small sigh escaped from her. I wondered what she would say to Maggie and I loved the thought of the two women, one of whom doesn’t even know me, talking about my dick.
“I think,” the older therapist began, finally looking up and acknowledging the rest of me, “that Maggie would be very happy with this. Just one more thing.” Lou reached into the pocket of her scrubs and when she pulled it back out she had her phone in her hand, held in front of her and pointed at my erect cock.
I started to protest, I wasn’t sure about a permanent record of what was going on here. But before my words got very far Lou reached out with her free hand and grabbed my penis at the tip and ran her hand along the length of my shaft, finally coming to rest with a grip that stood my cock straight up. A trail of precum left a sheen from the top to bottom.
“For your private file,” she said with a wink as I heard the click of the picture being taken.
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Back in the waiting room I arranged for a rideshare to pick me up and bring me to my apartment, which wasn’t more than 20 minutes away. I needed to wait only a couple of minutes before I hobbled outside to meet the car and head home.
Due to the crutches my hands weren’t available to hide the erection that I had, the erection that wouldn’t go away for the entire length of the ride and then the labored walk into my house. No matter how hard I tried, which admittedly wasn’t that hard, I couldn’t shake the image of Louise hungrily staring at my cock and talking to Maggie about it, showing her the picture that she had taken.
Once inside I relieved myself immediately, a week’s worth of frustration and exhibition unleashed in a massive eruption on the floor of my bathroom.
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My next therapy appointment with Louise was scheduled for three days later. I was still unable to work and, confined to home, I thought about the situation constantly. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Maggie became a frequent focus of my masturbation. The few glimpses I had of her were frozen in my mind and served as the storyboard images for the more elaborate tales I told myself. Her long, strong legs. That incredibly thick ass. Her sweet and innocent face. The image I had of her in the exam room standing next to Louise, her tall form contrasted by the curves of her older mentor. The scenarios were limitless. All of it was active in my mind and I couldn’t wait to see more of her.
And Lou was always lurking in the background of it all, orchestrating the fantasies that played out. I had never had an attraction to someone like her before but I couldn’t deny that she had managed to get a hold on me and I was eager for my next appointment. Plus, I was hoping that she had put a good word in with Maggie.
I arrived at my appointment early and took a seat in the waiting room after checking in for my session with Lou. I had hoped that by getting there early I would have a chance to see Maggie, and in that regard my plan worked out well.
After about five minutes of waiting Maggie came into the room and walked over to an older man and greeted him. She gently assisted him in standing up and the two of them slowly walked from the room, her supporting his movements with an arm below his shoulders and small steps that matched his own.
I stared at her from across the room, taking notice of every part of her body. She was no less beautiful than I remembered. When she was halfway across the room she turned and looked directly at me, perhaps sensing my eyes boring into her the way an animal suddenly becomes aware that it’s the focus of something’s attention. I smiled awkwardly and she returned it with one of her own. I couldn’t see anything in her that spoke of recognition of who I was, her smile a pleasant one but nothing more.
I watched her leave the waiting room and a moment later I heard my name called. I looked over to see Louise approaching me.
“Hey Ben,” Lou said pleasantly, “let me help you up.” She extended an arm as I rose and she handed me my crutches, gesturing to the same hallway that we had headed down at our previous meeting.
“How have you been, Lou?” I asked once when we were in the small room. I was laying on the examination table and she was seated near my waist, the same arrangement as before.
“I’m well, thanks for asking. And you? How are you managing at home,” she asked with genuine interest.
“Bored mainly. Being stuck at home is tough. But I think my knee is doing well. The range of motion is definitely improving. I’ve been doing all the exercises that you showed me.” Lou asked some follow up questions about my progress, jotting down some notes in the folder that she had in front of her.
Lou placed the folder on the countertop opposite us and returned to her seat. While still seated she reached for the bottom of her fleece and lifted it over her head. For a brief moment the pale skin of her stomach was visible, soft flesh spilling slightly over the waist of her pants. She tossed the fleece onto the countertop near the file.
“I don’t know why they keep it so warm in here,” she said with a smirk. Beneath the work issued fleece she wore a plain white tee shirt and clearly had on a red bra under it, the color of it obviously visible through the thin fabric. If the fleece alluded to the massive bust of Louise, seeing her in a tee shirt confirmed it. Her tits were enormous, stretching her shirt and covering most of her upper body. I could see where they spilled out of the top of her bra, the oversized cups not quite big enough to do the job they were designed for.
Lou reached up with both her arms to push back her hair, some of it had fallen into her face when she removed the fleece, and the two fleshy orbs raised up. Their considerable bulk became even more apparent as they pushed into one another and a crease of cleavage emerged in the freckled skin now visible from the scoop neck shirt.
I was in awe of this sudden display of outright femininity of Louise. There was just so much of her to lust after.
“Yeah, it’s definitely getting hot in here,” I gulped.
“Let’s check you out,” she said and leaned over me, beginning to unfasten the straps of my brace, her delicate touch a sharp contrast to the heavy handed approach I had used on myself during my days at home. She quickly removed the brace and moved onto my pants, undoing the snaps. I had worn the same easy access pants again and she took that as the only permission she needed.
“So,” Louise began, “I noticed you checking out Maggie again in the waiting room.”
“I arrived a little early, I hate being late, and so I was in there for a little bit waiting,” I confessed. A sly smile crossed my face as I spoke. “Did you have a chance to talk to Maggie about me?”
“I did,” Lou said as she placed a hand on my thigh, well above the knee that she was supposed to be tending to, and began to massage my flesh. She continued, “Maggie is quite a shy girl. Isn’t that always the way with someone that looks as good as her? I learned a couple of things though. The first thing I learned is that she is single. She didn’t tell me this, but I did overhear her talking to another coworker about being on a date.”
“That’s good.”
“It is,” she paused, leaned in so even more of her cleavage was visible to me, and then spoke, “what do you think she wears on a date? I know that you’ve thought about it. Imagined her in something far less and far sexier than the scrubs we usually wear around here. Tell me all about it.”
Lou’s prompt was the only catalyst that my cock needed, her words immediately jolting my loins to life. Along my leg I felt the flesh start to stir and animate, pushing against my underwear. Any pretense that this visit would end differently than the last suddenly vanished.
“Well…I bet she definitely dresses to show off what she has. I love the idea of her in a short dress so I can get to her ass and see all of her long legs. But, thinking about her in a really tight pair of jeans gets me turned on,” my cock responded as I spoke, the images I described felt so real to me.
Louise smiled as she saw that I was getting into it, the mischief returned to her green eyes. “And then what? What do you do once you know that she wants you?”
“I think about her bent over a table or a counter, her jeans pushed down around her ankles,” I kept my voice low as I let Lou into my fantasy, “like we couldn’t control ourselves and just had to fuck right then and there. She has her back pushed low so that her ass is sticking out at me, letting me know that she wants it as bad as I do. But before we fuck, before we really get into it, I kneel down behind her and spread her open so that I can see her asshole looking back at me. And then I start to lick at her. And she fucking loves it.”
Lou’s breathing had sped up and her face was flush as she listened to my story, small moans escaping from her pursed lips. She had started to rub my cock over my briefs and I slowly bucked my hips in time with her.
“But that’s not how the story ends, is it Ben? Tell me how you keep going. Tell me what else you do to her.” Lou’s nipples were threatening to break through her shirt now, two thick nubs that were barely contained by her bra. Her breathing increased even more and with each breath her chest heaved, a titanic movement of flesh that seemed capable of shaking the room.
“I slide two fingers in her and I can feel how wet I’m making pussy. I can smell it too, sweet and heavy. At this point she looks over her shoulder and down at me and tells me that she needs me to fuck her, she can’t wait any longer. And so I do. I stand up and press my cock against her slit to tease her for a moment, but before I can slide it in she pushes her ass back against me and swallows up my cock. All of it on the first try and I look down and all I can see is her incredible ass, those two big, toned cheeks shaking as I slam into her.”
“I bet she loves it. That big cock of yours is probably stretching her out. I bet it feels so good for both of you,” Lou moaned with an ache in her voice, never stopping her rubbing of my cock. A wet spot had formed near my tip and she used her thumb to spread it around my shaft. The fabric of my underwear was beginning to irritate me but it felt so good the way that Lou was gripping my cock, her intensity increasing as my story unfolded.
“But before we can both cum I pull out of her and roll her over on the table so that we are facing each other. Then I plunge my cock back into her, pulling her legs up so that her calves are against my shoulders. And then I really start fucking her hard,” I said, moving my hips to emphasize the actions of the story.
Lou bit her lip and I noticed that her free hand, the one that wasn’t jerking my dick, had made its way underneath her shirt. I could see the outline of her hand working its way under her bra and pinching at her nipple, twisting and teasing it. Her shirt rolled up from the bottom and the thick muscle of her forearm flexed from pushing around the weight of her tits.
“It sounds to me that Maggie might be a lucky girl. But I know something else that she likes, something I heard her saying,” Lou said the words like an unfinished spell, luring me in to hear the rest of it. My eyes were fixated on her massive tits, I had never been closer to them, but I kept my hands at my side and let Lou call the shots.
Now she leaned in even closer and put her lips right up to my ear, the full weight of her body pressing against mine. She was careful to keep her body away from my injured knee but that was the only concession that she made, the rest of me was fair game. Her hand slid from my cock and traced the lines of my body and moved up towards my chest.
“I heard her say that she loves to have her nipples sucked,” Lou whispered into my ear, her voice on the edge of squealing, ripe with lust. She continued, “Do you think you can show me how you would do that to her? I couldn’t let you take her out if it’s not something that would please her.”
And with that she lifted up her shirt and bra in a single motion, her enormous breasts dropping out in front of my face and quivering as they slapped into each other. Her nipples, thick purple gumdrops, were pointed at my mouth and without thinking, reacting on instinct, I grabbed one heavy tit and brought it closer to me and latched onto the nipple. The nub grew rigid inside my mouth as I fed from Louise.
“Your tits are incredible, Lou,” I said, pulling away from the nipple and focusing on the other one. Her soft flesh was surrounding me, healing me in a cocoon of lust and desire. Below the waist I throbbed as the excitement pulsed through me. More than anything I wanted to stand up and rise to meet her body fully, but every motion I made to move forward was met with her hand on my chest holding me down. It was gentle and nurturing, but sent a clear message.
“You need to rest Ben. You’re still a broken boy. Let Lou take care of you and keep sucking on my tits. They feel nurturing, don’t they? These big, healthy tits just want to make you feel better,” her voice was charged with passion, but there was also something prescriptive about it. I could tell that she was enjoying what I was doing to her and also, maybe even more so, enjoyed what she was doing for me. Lou wasn’t just some sort of deviant therapist getting her kicks off. She was taking care of me in the way that she knew I really needed.
And she was right. I did need everything that she was giving me. Her bountiful tits pressed into my hungry mouth. The confident stokes on my cock that brought me to the edge. The feel of her soft body pressed against mine. The promise of Maggie at the end of it all. It felt great to be there.
“Thank you, Louise. I need this,” I moaned into her, my face pushing into the cavern between her breasts, my tongue lapping at the flesh around me. In response she hugged me close and smothered my head with the greatest set of tits I’d ever seen.
“I know you do,” she stated, matter of factly. Perhaps I had just come around to this revelation but Lou had known it from the moment she met me. “Now just relax…,” her words trailed off and her hand drifted back to my cock, this time stripping away the still sticky underwear and pulling them off of me. I leaned back, propped up on my elbows, and watched her tits dangle over me and brush against my erect cock. She still had on her shirt and bra but they were both pulled up and her tits hung free, wobbling in response to even the slightest movement that Lou made. Two perfect, fleshy bells tolling for me.
With both hands she went to work on me. One hand cupped my balls and squeezed gently while the other gripped my shaft and moved up and down, covering everything from the thick base to the tip of my swollen head with a steady, expert motion.
“Aaaa…ffff…,” I moaned with each upstroke, trying to keep my voice low but also wanting to feel everything and to let Lou know how good this felt. In response she began to slap my cock against her, aiming for the long slit of cleavage between her tits. Each time I made contact I watched my dick disappear for a moment, swallowed up in her lusty crevasse. Every time it emerged the reservoir of sticky precum on my tip got a little bit bigger, gooey strands of it trying to stay connected to Louise.
“You’re going to feel so much better when you let it all out. When you release your cum all over my tits. Don’t hold back, Ben. You need this,” she purred, her voice switching to a sultry tone as she coaxed me to the finish line.
I arrived in a spectacular blast, an explosion of cum that started deep within me and found its home between Lou’s enormous tits. I let out a single, high pitched whine as I erupted, completely unable to suppress it entirely. Lou quickly wrapped her tits around my cock and moved them up and down as I continued to spurt. I couldn’t even see my dick, it had totally vanished inside her pale flesh. But with each spasm I could see a pool of cum begin to form on the shelf she created from pushing her breasts together.
Above it all I saw Lou’s face, a huge smile reflected back at me.
Her eyes looked downward at the mess I had made. Really, the mess that we had made.
“You really did need that,” she said.
“Fuck…I really did…,” the words were all I could manage. I felt completely depleted in one sense. But also revived in another. There was a tremendous grin on my face.
Lou pulled back from me and I could see the enormous puddle of cum that was now dripping between her tits as she released her grip on them. My dick flopped to the side and came to rest on my thigh. She leaned over and placed a single kiss on the still engorged head and then looked up at me.
“Now, let me get you cleaned up,” her voice was all business as she pulled away from the examination table. “But first I need to update your file.”
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Three days later I was back in the examination room waiting for Louise. After I had checked in at the front desk, instead of waiting I was led back to the exam room by a young man that I had never seen before. He assured me that my therapist would be with me soon. I laid out on the table, my legs spread apart slightly. The exercises were working well and my knee was already feeling a lot better. All the care that Lou had been giving me was certainly paying off.
After about ten minutes the door to the room opened and I was surprised to see Maggie walk in. She smiled when she came into the room and I awkwardly returned one of my own, completely taken off guard by her presence. Her top was covered in the standard issue scrubs but she wore jeans instead of the typical medical industry attire. The scrubs weren’t a required uniform among the therapists but it was surprising to see her not wearing them. And from what I could tell, her jeans were tight.
Maggie occupied a completely different space in the small exam room than Lou did. She was tall and athletic and the jeans left a bit of her ankles exposed, as opposed to the bunching up of the scrubs on the much shorter Louise. Maggie’s hips flared out from a gradual expansion of her muscled thighs packed into her tight jeans, alluding to the significant ass that I knew she was packing from behind. Her much smaller chest didn’t have nearly the gravity of Lou’s massive knockers, instead they were subtle rises in her toned upper body. Well defined arms were visible from her short sleeves.
Her skin was naturally tan and she wore no jewelry or makeup. There was an effortless quality to her attraction that I found magnetic. I was sucked in by her blue eyes locking onto mine. For the first time I was her focus and she was even more beautiful than my dirty fantasies could have conjured her to be.
In her hands she held a manilla folder. My file. I recognized Louise’s handwriting on the outside of it. Maggie took several steps into the room and left a noticeable distance between the two of us. Her gait was a bit stilted and with her free hand she fidgeted a bit, scratching at the fabric of her shirt and pulling it tighter to her body, the horizontal lines of a sports bra briefly visible from the tension.
Suddenly I felt a bit presumptive laying out on the table the way that I was. I was used to Louise and her treatment of me, this was how our sessions had been going. But I couldn’t help but focus on the file in Maggie’s hand, the file that Lou had claimed she was keeping track of everything that we did. I felt the familiar spark in my balls as my imagination began to fire off, fantasizing about what could be.
“Hi, I’m Maggie. Louise couldn’t make it today so she asked me to fill in for her,” her voice was sweet and I sensed a bit of nervousness in it. “I hope that’s alright. She said that you’re a great patient.” She took a couple of steps and reached forward to shake my hand and I gripped it in mine, both of our hands a little bit sweaty. Mine from nerves, perhaps hers as well.
“I’m Ben,” I swallowed hard, “Yeah, that’s fine. I, uh, have really liked working with Lou but I’m sure everything with you will be great. She actually talked about you a little bit.”
She smiled again, this time brighter and less self conscious than the one she flashed when she came into the room.
“Louise left me your complete file, so I can assure that you are in good hands,” she had the folder open and was looking it over, clearly focused on the words in front of her. Maggie looked up at me with a smile, “I see here that today will be your last visit with us. So I’ll be handling all the details of your release.” Continuing the vibe of her smile, her words here felt a bit charged.
“I didn’t realize that I wouldn’t be coming back,” I admitted, genuinely disappointed. I had come to look forward to these trips for obvious reasons. The care here was top notch.
“Assuming everything goes well today, Louise thinks that you can handle the rest of the recovery on your own. But that’s what I’m here for today, to check in on how you’re doing and develop a plan for you to use going forward.”
With that Maggie asked me the same set of questions that Louise had; range of motion, swelling, that sort of stuff. She wasn’t as polished as Lou but I found her to be as charming as I could have hoped her to be. I was immediately smitten by her in a way that Louise never did for me. Louise gave me something that I needed. But Maggie, she was something that I wanted. The questions she asked were fairly routine and I found my mind drifting into dangerous territory as I took in her body, her deliciously plump ass wiggled as she moved between the counter and the exam table. The jeans left little to the imagination, they showed off curves that the scrubs never could. My previously dormant cock responded with a wiggle of its own as I ventured further into fantasy.
As the line of questioning concluded Maggie hesitantly placed a hand on my thigh, just above the injured knee, and brought me back to the present. Her touch was light, as if she was afraid to hurt me. One finger tugged at the snaps of my pants.
“Is it alright if we take these off? So I can see the swelling?” she asked, her large brown eyes betraying a hint of nervousness.
“Uh, yeah. I think I can do it,” I reached forward a bit for the snaps and her hand covered mine, stopping me.
“The notes from Louise say that I should do it. I don’t mind. I need to get more practice with this sort of stuff anyway.” Before I could respond she began to unsnap me from waist down, pushing my pants to the side when she was finished. My growing erection was quite obvious in my underwear.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I considered apologizing for it, it was a bit crude to be getting hard in front of this woman I had just met. But at the same time I had learned that in the medical profession incidents like this weren’t all that uncommon, bringing attention to it wasn’t the best idea.
But what I really hoped was that Maggie really was being mentored by Louise and this was all part of the plan that she had left for her. Maybe in the file that rested at the edge of the exam table, one that Maggie had consulted several times since coming into the room.
My knee, still in the brace but less swollen than on the previous visits, was laid out in front of us. Maggie undid the velcro and gently lifted my leg and put the brace to the side. I watched her face as she studied my leg and then her neck turned to the right, I could draw a straight line from my now hard cock to Maggie’s gaze. She was obviously looking.
“Everything…I mean, the swelling in particular, looks great. Honestly better than it did in the pictures that Louise had left in the file,” she smiled when she spoke. Not a professional smile either. Rather, a lusty one that sent a jolt through my body when it reached me. Her nipples, high set on her small breasts, stressed at the scrubs and gave some more insight into what Maggie was feeling. I wasn’t the only person in this room turned on right now.
“Thanks,” I said, feeling the mood of the room loosen a bit, “I was hoping that you would say that. Lou had told me that everything looked great down there. But you never know.” Now it all seemed like a fun, sexy game that we were playing.
But how far could we take it? Lou had acted decisively and moved quickly, leaving me to only respond. In Maggie I sensed a hesitance, not born out of not wanting this, but rather from inexperience.
“Good. I’m glad that you are feeling that way. Okay Ben, it’s time to see how you do walking around a little bit. The brace is off but you should use the crutch, it’s probably still not a good idea to put much weight on it,” she said as she stepped away from me and turned to walk over to the counter, not more than a couple of feet away. Again her ass called out to me, the large cheeks in such stark contrast to her slender waist and tapered legs. It looked like it belonged on another person’s body but I was so thankful that it was here on hers.
She turned and faced me, “Now walk to me. When you get a little closer you can grab on if you need something to hold onto.”
Using the crutch I took a single step forward and kept my eyes on her, Maggie was wonderful motivation to take my first steps without the brace. As soon as I moved she turned again, this time leaning over the counter, placing her arms in front of her, and sticking out her ass at me. Her shirt rode up and I could see the flesh where her back sunk down into two dimples and then rose back up into the mighty cheeks of her ass.
I took another step, almost reaching her. Maggie looked back over her shoulder at me, her eyes beckoning me to keep going and reach my prize.
With Maggie everything that had passed between us had all been innuendo and fantasies suggested by Lou. How much of it was in my imagination? How much was Maggie a willing partner in all of this and not just a prop I had dreamt up?
She had said that I could grab onto her if I needed to and that’s just what I did, my final step bringing me close enough so that I could wrap my hand around the thin line of her waist for support. I slid my fingers just slightly past the tight denim and found the flesh of her hips waiting for me.
“How does that feel? Are you comfortable moving around a little? I’m going to push against you and I want you to push back as much as you can,” Maggie said. I could feel the mass of her rear pressing against me, soft enough to not interfere with my balance but with enough force to push my cock downward, the heat and weight of my dick merging with the taut muscle of her flexed ass.
I leaned over her a little bit to steady myself and thrusted against her, my dick sliding into the valley of her pants that mirrored the crack of her ass.
“It feels great,” I admitted. It was great to feel a little control, I sensed that Maggie wanted me to take charge a bit, much more so than Louise did. “I think I’m ready to push a little harder.”
“Good. That’s what I was hoping, don’t hold back,” there was a tension to her voice that I felt as she continued to look over her shoulder at me. I recognized the feeling, it had been growing inside of me as well over the last couple of weeks and I finally had a chance to release it.
Maggie’s hand moved from the counter and went to her waist, I heard the sound of her top button being undone followed by the lowering of a zipper. She briefly stood up, hooked her thumbs in the empty belt loops and pulled down. She wiggled her body to slide out of the tight jeans and they dropped to the floor, bunched around her ankles. As she did this she spread her legs a little wider, making room for me to get my body between her, and leaned deeper forward.
These were all the signs that I needed to take it even further. To take it all the way. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, the weeks of buildup finally being given an outlet for release. I forgot all about my injury, all of my strength and balance unconsciously being handled by my uninjured leg.
The skin of her ass was pale and smooth, a soft layer on top of muscle that tightened as I put some of my body weight onto her. Her ass bubbled out from the rest of her, the curve of her body reaching to meet mine as I leaned into her. The two of us sighed as our bodies came together.
Maggie wore only a small thong under her jeans and I slid it aside as I ran a finger over her small mound of pubic hair, a bit surprised to find that she was already damp, moisture spreading from her full lips to the area around it. I used a second finger to spread her apart, running both digits up and down her entrance.
At this point my cock was doing everything it could for more attention. It was held tight against my body by my underwear, but a massive wet spot had formed from the intense arousal I was experiencing. Every movement of my fingers in Maggie’s pussy was echoed by a similar one from my hips, my dick grinding against her ass. Finally I set it free and my cock slammed against Maggie’s ass with a single, satisfying slap as flesh met flesh.
“Yes, that’s what I wanted, Ben. I saw that beautiful picture in your file and Louise told me that it was going to be just for me if I took good care of you,” she said, “Am I taking good care of you? Please say I am because I want to keep making you feel good.”
“You are, I feel so much better than I have in a long time,” I answered, “And I want to take care of you too.”
I gripped my cock in my hand and squeezed, my head swelling in size, and pressed it against Maggie’s lips. Her large labia swallowed me up immediately and I pushed further into her wetness, surprised at how tight she felt. I took several short thrusts in and out to gather her wetness along my shaft, slowly working my way in deeper each time with the natural lubricant.
The slower pace suited me just fine. I had worked up to sliding my cock’s entire length into her, deep moans coming from Maggie as the base of my dick disappeared between her firm ass cheeks. She seemed to like when I would pull all the way back so that nothing other than my head was still inside of her, allowing us to really feel every bit of each other.
I was reminded of my fragile state when I tried to put weight on my injured leg and I buckled a bit, my cock sliding out of her and slapping against her thigh. Maggie reached back and grabbed me.
“Baby, you need to be careful,” she cautioned with a mix of concern tempered with lust, “But you also need to keep fucking me.”
As I reinserted myself into her I saw her hand disappear up the front of her shirt. Though I couldn’t see it, it was obvious that she had found her nipple and was working it over. I recalled Louise telling me how Maggie liked her nipples being sucked and I wanted to give that pleasure to her. I tried to get her to change her position so that she would be facing me and I could get to her chest, which would make fucking hard to do, but she held me inside of her, not allowing me to move from where I was.
“No, just like this. I want you to keep looking at my ass when you fuck me, I know how bad you wanted this from the first time you saw me. And now it’s yours, this is all for you.”
I’ve always tried to be a considerate lover, to give as good as I’ve gotten. But the way that Maggie said that caused me to forget anything other than my own pleasure in that moment. I saw her body, which she had turned over to me, as a way to get off and I went for it.
With my left hand I reached over her body and grabbed her right ass cheek, squeezing it and watching the flesh overflow through my palm and fingers. My other hand tightly gripped her hip and I used it to pull myself as close to her as our bodies would allow and I continued to pump my cock back and forth inside of her with short strokes, not nearly as much movement as before because I didn’t want my dick to leave her. I wanted to stay inside of her to feel her warmth and wetness, her tightness keeping me close.
I felt myself about to explode and I buried my face in her neck to stifle the moans that began to erupt from me, powerless to halt this expression of ecstasy. My dick erupted deep inside of her and spasmed, my body bucking with each burst of cum. I tried to keep on fucking her but the pleasure was so intense that I found myself collapsing onto Maggie’s back, unable to even keep myself upright. Her strong legs held me up as the strength spurted from me.
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My dick kept twitching though, intense but increasingly smaller tremors as the massive reserves inside of my balls were emptied into Maggie. Finally, in response, I felt her body shake and she grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. She put two fingers in her mouth and sucked hard on them. I could feel the vibrations in her mouth as her stifled moans were choked off by my fingers. I felt healed and taken care of. It felt amazing.
The two of us stayed just like that for several long moments. Maggie’s strong legs and ass supported my body on top of her, our forms still connected in a more intimate way.
“Thank you, Maggie. I, uhh…,” there was so much that I wanted to say to her, about how sexy she is and how incredible this felt. But I didn’t know how to say it all. “I feel so much better.”
“That’s what we are here for. Louise and I just want you to be better,” she was out of breath and her voice came out slowly. “I’m going to add to your file that you’re progressing very well. But it looks like you still have some consistent swelling so I’m going to schedule you for some outpatient visits.”