*Babump-Babump-Babump-Babump*
Tulia’s beating heart flooded her ears, her thoughts overwhelmed by her hot face. Her feet in sneakers ever so slowly inching across the tiled floor, the door seeming to somehow move away with each step, the sense of dizziness growing. Her breaths were short and sharp, her hand shaking, palms dripping sweat as she reached for the door handle to the office proper, inching it open.
And then relief.
“Miss Wang, I presume?”
It was instant, it was liberating, and it was glorious. The simple mention of her name in such a calm but authoritative voice settled her bouncing heart and cooled her blushing face. She was going to be cared for now, she was in good hands. She didn’t quite know how she could have thought this without even seeing this therapist, but it didn’t matter. Peace had finally come to her and her poor nibbled fingers.
Miss Núñez’s office was surprisingly restrained and mundane considering the reputation that preceded this woman. To the left, a nautical clock among two degrees of her qualifications, and a table below decorated with harmless knick-knacks and lights that mimicked candles. In the centre, a stiff-looking beige couch, too neat to look comfortable, sat in front of panoramic windows facing downtown, the summer sun beaming inside. Beside it, an end table with a box of tissue on top faced a simple white leather lounger, already occupied from what Tulia could see was a bobbing three inch heel.
The figure on the lounger stood to her feet, turning around. “You’re Miss Wang, right?”
The pictures in the reception didn’t prepare Tulia. Miss Núñez wasn’t simply a confident woman putting her best foot forward in her photos, she was the sexual confidence of a pin-up embodied in a curvy Latina! Honestly, it immediately pegged Tulia as unprofessional at how instantly sexual her natural figure was, but that somehow added to the confidence that was oozing from every pore. She was rubbing it in the world’s face that she was the average teen boy’s wet dream and was giving no apology.
Her black hair cascaded down like a wavy river down both her back and front, subtle curls giving a perfect bounce that looked maintained and wild at the same time. Her shoulders were glued back in perfect posture, the pose almost masculine in it’s cocky boyish-charm, if it wasn’t being demonstrated on an ultra-feminine body.
It was this body which made Tulia truly blush though, as she honestly first thought about some dirty images online and on the walls in the college dorms when she saw Miss Núñez. She remember knowing one Latina in high school, and all around knew the stereotype of a fuller figure, but she hadn’t anticipated this.
Pulling her attention to bulging bust-lines and bubble behinds though, she was more fair as she picked out subtler details. Despite her impressive figure, she clearly was downplaying her heaping natural sexuality with how she dressed, her button-up white blouse merely doing a poor job hiding what ample features she had, and those black slacks would probably have been loose on most women.
But this wasn’t most women, this therapist raised a sharp eyebrow, full pink lips parting as ensnaring green eyes trailed down this shy client’s body. “You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?”
Tulia hadn’t even comprehended that this walking advertisement for beauty was addressing her, the petite Asian woman much more content on staring. “Uh-Huh…” She brainlessly churned out, mouth a gape. “I-I’m T-Tulia and I’m here for… umm..”
“Nail biting, recurring anxiety attacks, under-confidence, and techniques for relaxation.” Miss Núñez quickly rattled out while sipping a cup of coffee left steaming on the oak end-table by her lounger. “It’s all on your file Tulia. Have no fear…”
Her head shook. File? Why and how did they already have a detailed file on her? Such questions seemed important, but on second reflection she let the fade away, knowing she was in good hands and shouldn’t worry about such things. Certainly, she shouldn’t have any fear. “R-right. How do we start?” She should be more willing to submit herself to be helped after all.
”Oh very simple.” Her smile was whiter than that pearly blouse. “Just sit down on that couch there and make yourself comfortable. We’ll begin in a second.”
Vision to the floor, Tulia tracked her eyes to the dull dark brown carpeting and followed it to the couch. She was already deeply blushing again from her incessant staring at this woman, feeling herself an immature ch1ld once more in the presence of adults. She turned around, sat her tiny butt down and straightened her long yellow skirt. She was here to heal, and she wouldn’t feel bad anymore. All she needed to do was compose herself and get some help.
Just to be safe though…
Right ring finger, jutting dry skin. Nip.
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind.” Miss Núñez gave a stretch as she walked over to a coat-rack covered in coat-hangers. “It’s hot today, so I’m just going to take this off.” She turned her back and started to unbutton her white blouse, one deliberate button popping off at a time.
Tulia wasn’t comprehending exactly what was happening until the straight-backed Latina turned around with a sigh. The Asian’s temperature spiked, her thermometer blowing off mercury from the tip as she was assaulted on two fronts. The first contention was the massive cleavage now on display. This woman’s white top merely covered her chest, and not much else, not only her tanned collar exposed but twin mounds which seemingly rose like competing breads in the oven. The mere mass combined with her confident pose gave Tulia the impression that they were thrust upon her lap, her own nipples seemingly tingling in jealousy.
That wasn’t even noting the second point which was that tight navel now on display, the subtle outline of hard-earned abs pressing lightly against her tight tummy. All of this eye-candy was framed by two suspenders rising from her slacks, pressing her breasts further together and selling the confident pose of a go-getter, a woman who got things done. A winner. Her body was of an ideal woman, and Tulia was a mere girl sitting here.
“So?” Miss Núñez sat down, her arms stretched out before snatching a pen up from her pocket. “If you’re ready to start, I’d like you to-” The pen dropped to the floor and she snickered, “whoops! Sorry about that.” She leaned quickly over, her long nails fumbling to get a good grip of the thing, but Tulia wasn’t focused on the dark piece of plastic.
Wobble-wobble
It was like a private peep show burning into her eyes, her lips parting as she got deeper and deeper into the big tanned tits on display. Such crude thoughts, such immature, lewd things to come in her mind. Yet, her lips were moist, tongue basting as she gasped.
Whole hand in mouth. Suck those fingers like you would-
Sat Apr 28 04:54:05 2018
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