The ring came at the door and I was ready. I knew this would be the psychologist my friend Suzanne told me about, who came by to satisfy her “anxiety”, or sexual frustration, the way the doctors used to do with hands-on stimulation. She told me that he would be open to whatever fantasy or method of satisfying me that I wanted, so I called, discussed my situation, and made an appointment.
When I answered the door, we exchanged pleasantries. I told him I was Coleen, separated from my husband for several months, and feeling the need for sexual relief. He asked if I had any requests, and I told him about a fantasy I had, based on the mythical stories of the women who looked under the bed to be sure there was no man hiding there, but secretly hoping there was, and that he'd come for them in the night. For me, that meant waking to find the man from under the bed playing with me, getting me aroused, and then having sex with me.
I wanted to try it.
He said he could do that, but we'd have to use a dildo for the sex part since he never did that with patients. I said sure, so he asked that I lie on the bed in whatever I wanted to wear during my fantasy. I said that would be a skimpy top and no bottom, just as I'd always imagined it.
So I undressed, taking my blouse and shorts off, followed by my bra and panties. I slipped into my bedtime top, which was sleeveless, frilly and very light but did cover my breasts. Then I stretched out on the bed on my side, facing him, resting my arm and head on the sheet with my eyes closed as if I were sleeping.
Looking to be all ready for him, he moved beside me and stroked my legs and cheeks before sliding his hands to my pussy, where he gently touched a finger to me. I was already wet from the thought of my fantasy coming true, and easily yielded to his finger as he slipped it inside.
I was still on my side as he swirled his finger in my vagina, occasionally reaching out to touch my clitoris, and my pleasure was building quickly. With limited access while my legs were closed, he could not penetrate me very far, but the finger swirling in and out of me, and caressing my clit in the process, got me hot and made me start to squirm with excitement.
Next, he removed his finger from me and took his hand away, before gently pulling me toward him and rolling me over onto my stomach. I naturally spread my legs a little for comfort as I lie on my tummy with my rear exposed and my privates within his reach. Still pretending to be asleep, I did not object when he spread my legs further to gain full access to me from behind. He placed his finger at my clitoris and caressed gently, moving up and down my pussy once more, arousing me further. It felt great, and he was really getting me going.
At this point I decided to “awake” from my dream, finding this man with his finger on my privates, swirling my clit as I writhed in pleasure at his touch. Looking at him, he smiled slyly as he caressed my cheeks with his free hand, never letting up from his finger play. I feigned shock with a gasp at the presence of “the strange man from under the bed”, touching me, but soon only whimpered with sexual delight. My hot fantasy was coming true and I was enjoying it completely.