After three months of work restrictions because of bicep surgery, I was cleared to work without restrictions. They signed me up for strength physical therapy three days a week. I thought it was odd no therapy before but I'm not a doctor.
My therapist was a beautiful young lady, Tiff. Early to mid 20s, average height, beautiful blond hair and incredible green eyes. I couldn't tell her figure too well because her scrubs were a bit big for her.
During the therapy and small talk, I found out that I work with her father. I know him but not well enough to know a lot about his personal life.
Tiff has a bubbly personality and if you didn't know better, you'd think she was a flirt, at least that's what I thought. At my third visit, I noticed her scrubs were tighter and I could tell her figure better. Probably C cup boobs and slightly generous hips.
I was sitting in a chair and she was on a stool with wheels. She had my arm stretched out towards her and I had a foam ball in my hand squeezing it. She then took the ball from me and moved closer. My finger tips touched her right below her breast. She then told me to curl my finger up. When I did, my fingers ran underneath her breast. I tried to pull back but she held my arm still. I was embarrassed and quickly apologized. She laughed and said it happens all the time. She told me to repeat several more times and every time my fingers would rub her breast. Once she let go of my arm, I quickly pulled back. I didn't meant to look but I could see her nipple poking out.
My next visit, the same thing happened but she added a twist of my arm. I was basically fondling her breast. I didn't resist and she didn't stop me. She kept making eye contact with me with a beautiful smile but I always turned away when our eyes met. Plus I didn't want her notice I was hard.
I talked to her dad at work and he told me that he had heard that his daughter was my therapist. He said he had heard she was hard on her patients. I told him that she was good at her job but I didn't say that she wasn't hard on me, she just made me hard.
My next visit, Tiff looked different. She usually had her hair on a ponytail or braids but her beautiful blond hair was down with a slight curl. Her hair was covering her breasts, which was a bit of a disappointment for me.
When it came to the part where I touch her breasts, she moved her hair away from her breasts. I could see she didn't have a bra on. "FUCK," accidentally left my mouth and she just giggled. We started the therapy where my fingers where touching her breast and the one where I was fondling it. I looked at her and her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open with a heavy breath going in and out.
Tiff then took my non injured arm and brought it up to the same position as the other. She didn't have to tell me what to do. I did the same motions as my other hand to her breast.
I decided to be bold and I moved my fingers to her nipples. She gasped then slightly moaned as I lightly pinched them. "Harder," she moaned. I increased the intensity I was putting on her nipples. "Yes, that feels wonderful."
She put her hand on my hard dick and gave it a squeeze. I couldn't help but moan. She squeezed and stroked me the best she could as I pinched her nipples.
All of a sudden, she stepped back. I was worried that I went too far but when she took her shirt off, I knew I wasn't in trouble. She took my hands and put them on her breasts then went back to my cock with her hands. She then unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out, all with her eyes closed.
I moved one of my hands from her breast to her waist band. I slipped my fingers inside her pants and panties. She slightly spread her legs, giving me better access to her bald and extremely wet snatch.
Her knees slightly buckled as I rubbed her clit. She put one of her hands down in her pants and put it on top of mine, guiding it where she wanted. She was also stroking me fairly quickly. I slipped a finger in as she moved her face into my neck and loudly moaned.
I pushed her back and latched my mouth onto a breast then to the other. I also put a second finger inside her. She was now stroking me faster and I was going to cum soon.
"I'm going to cum soon Tiff."
"So am I, don't stop."
I latched back onto her breast and did the "come here" motion with my fingers. Tiff was soon shaking with an orgasm. At the same time, my cum erupted from my cock.
Tiff pulled away once her orgasm stopped and she put my wet fingers in her mouth. I saw my cum all over her stomach and pants. She took her fingers and cleaned the cum off of her and then handed me a towel. She took her pants off, revealing a thong. She went to a cabinet and got a fresh pair of pants as I finished cleaning up and putting my dick back.
Tiff put her shirt back on and smiled at me. I wasn't sure how to react but Tiff was very professional about it.
"That was a great session. I have a special therapy I want to try next time. I'll see you in a few days," and walked out of the room.