– Harlow
I’m finally up close and personal with Mystery Woman, who is no longer such a stranger. I’m close enough I can smell her breath— an intoxicating mixture of toothpaste and coffee. I’m close enough that I could reach out and kiss her, pull her hair and draw her towards me while I fuck her…
“I know that Dr. Warren already went through your medical history and patient questionnaire,” Whitney says, looking studiously through my file. “I have reviewed them, and I’m going to start by running you through some basic agility tests.”
Once we’re in the therapy room, she’s all business. So professional.
It’s sexy. But I’m wondering what happened to the electricity I know I felt between us. She’s obviously doing her best to hide it.
“Sure thing,” I tell her, with a wink.
“I’m going to need to assess your posture and balance,” she says, maintaining her official demeanor. “First, I’ll need you to lay down, in a prone position.”
I obey, slinking down to the hard floor with my stomach and head down and my arms stretched out to the side.
“Perfect,” she says. “Now lift up your left leg, please.”
I do so, and she appears to pause, as if studying me. She puts a hand on my left calf, which I can’t say I don’t enjoy.
“How far forward can you stretch this leg?” she asks me, and I immediately oblige her request, bringing my heel down to where it almost touches my shoulder.
“And the other leg?”
She keeps a hand on both legs as I stretch my right leg in the same way that I stretched my left.
“You have regained much of your flexibility,” she announces, as if surprised, and I know without looking up that she is checking off a box of some sort, on her chart. “Now, please stand up from that position.”
I do, and she puts a hand on my back as if expecting me to wobble. She anticipates having to steady me, but I’m just fine. She traces my spine with her fingers, and it’s all I can do to breathe normally.
“Now please bend over and touch your toes.”
I do so, without issue.
“Are you sure you’re not looking at some physical fitness test for elementary schoolers?” I tease her, in an effort to break the tension.
It works, sort of. She lets out half a laugh.
“All right, a challenge, then,” she says, and I’m definitely up for it.
“Stretch your arms forward and hold onto the barre with one hand,” she tells me.
“Like this?” I grab the barre awkwardly while walking my arms out only slightly.
“I want you to stretch your entire body,” she says, demonstrating for me herself on the barre, which was my goal all along.
She flattens her back in front of me and holds onto the barre with one hand while reaching downwards to the floor. In this position, I can stare at her curvy ass to my heart’s delight.
“Got it?” she asks, and turns around to check.
I quickly align myself in the correct position, and she nods.
“Very good,” she says, coming around alongside me to place her hands on the small of my back.
“Do you feel any pain here?”
“Nope.”
Her hand feels dainty and small on my back. I wish it could linger there just a bit longer.
“Okay, slowly pull yourself up until you’re standing,” she says, keeping a hand on my back while I do so.
She traces her fingers slowly down my vertebrae.
“There’s no pain here?”
“Nope. Feels fine.”
“Your report says that you suffered significant spinal injury when the helicopter crashed,” she says, nearly massaging my back now. “And yet now you feel nothing?”
“Right. I mean, it just feels normal.”
See? I want to say. I’m fine. Return me to service. I need to get back to doing what I’m supposed to be doing. With the SEALs.
But I’m distracted, because she’s facing me now, with one hand still wrapped around my back, and if I’m not mistaken she’s breathing more heavily. How I wish I could take her in my arms and kiss her.
I let my fantasies go wild, imagining all the things I’d do with Whitney right now, if only we could. I decide to envision all of it, just as I know it would play out.
I stretch her over the barre as I prepare to take her from behind. My cock is pressed up against her ass and I bend forward and over her so that my tatted pecs and abs are touching every inch of her naked spine, back, and hips.
I kiss her neck while I shove my cock deep into her pussy. I play with her nipples and then her clit while I thrust in and out of her wet hole, slippery and dripping onto my cock. Then I hold onto her hips and pull her hair so I can get my whole twelve inches further, deeper, all the way inside her, filling her up completely with my cock.
We have to be careful not to get caught. So, once she starts to moan and whisper my name, holding her head back to meet my lips, close to the verge of climax, I have to cover her pretty mouth so she can scream into my hand while I make her come for her very first time.
I take my cock out of her pussy and stick my fingers deep within it, stretching her and playing with her, while her juices drip all over me. Then I shove my fingers into the mouth I was just covering and make her suck her own wetness off of them.
She moves her lips back and forth, up and down on my fingers, her mouth working it like it’s my cock. She smiles up at me while I take the fingers of my other hand and push them up into her ass hole.
I play with her ass, my fingers jutting in and out of her, making her entire hole vibrate against me. She bounces up and down on me while she sucks her juices off my fingers.
Finally, I make her get down on her knees, naked in the physical therapy room where anyone could walk in and see her serving her SEAL master. I twist her tits and shove my cock deep into her mouth.
“Play with yourself,” I command. “Make yourself come like I just made you come.”
She obeys my every command, spreading her knees wider and reaching her dainty hand down to her pussy. I look down at her, rubbing her clit while looking up at me with my cock in her mouth, swallowing my whole head and shaft, playing with my balls with one hand and her own clit with the other.
“Oh, my God, Harlow,” she says, furiously rubbing her clit while whispering my name, making herself come again.
I reach down and join her, and together we both make her come while I shove my cock even further into her throat. With her other hand she reaches up and jerks me off, moving up and down my shaft while she sucks on the head of my cock.
“I’m coming too,” I tell her, as her eyes are wide with pleasure and my cum gushes into her mouth.
I squeeze her tits while I finish coming and then I take my cock out and spread my cum all around her face. If anyone sees her after this, they’ll know I marked her as my own. I’ve given her her first orgasm and I’ve claimed her; I’m her SEAL now and she’s my dirty little girl who will do anything I want, whenever I want.
Woah, I think, snapping back to reality.
It’s not unusual for me to get lost in fantasies, but this one ended on a strange note. Usually once I have sex with a girl I never want to see her again. I can’t let myself get attached; that’s far too dangerous.
This is the first time I’ve had a fantasy that involves fucking the same woman again, and again and again and again. Just like I want to make her come so many times that her swollen little clit and her dripping wet pussy will be quivering and begging me for more.
I can’t believe I’m having these thoughts about my new physical therapist. I wish I could say something to her, to find out if the feeling is mutual, although I already know there’s an attraction between us.
I don’t want to ruin what is finally looking as if it could turn out to be a good thing in more ways than one. So I keep my mouth shut, and tuck that little fantasy into my head to be carried out in the future, as soon as I can make her mine.