~*~ The Wait ~*~

The Wait
by DK Ward

Updated 04.16.06

I walked down the cool, bright hallway to the door marked "Lighthouse Psychotherapy." As I opened the door, the sounds of Mozart quietly fell from the mysterious hidden speakers in the walls and ceiling. Alone in the waiting room, I sat in the chair by her office door so I could hear her movements.

I wondered if there were any subliminal relaxation messages in the music since I was beginning to feel a sleepy calmness, or maybe that was the purpose of the subdued pinkish gray, fine textured wall covering. Manipulation as you wait -- Get your monies' worth.

As my mind started wandering, she came out and said, "Hi, Nevada. Come on in."

I smiled and squeezed passed her, just barely brushing her hip. A rush of fear and pleasure had me dizzy and clammy and wanting another chance to do it better. She closed the door and sat, looking me up and down so quickly it was almost imperceptible. Every week she did this. Always looking for clues.

I wondered suddenly what she would think if I did it to her, only a lot slower.

My eyes crawled from her toes up her legs, pausing just under her belt, and then moved up to her chest and finally stopped at her eyes, which were a bit larger now, I thought.

Her look of surprise was understandable; considering I'd been coming to see her for over a year and was usually so shy I barely had the courage to look at her face. My bravado came unexpectedly; from where, I don't know. But it was wonderful! I felt so strong, and so in control!

I smiled at her, a huge happy-to-be-me smile, and waited.

She was gripping her chair and quickly shifted her weight onto her left hip, crossing her legs.

Well, all safe now...?

"I've been thinking a lot about you." I gave her a coy grin.

"Really?" Was that tone of hers slightly sarcastic?

"Ah-huh. I miss you when I'm not here."

"What do you miss about me?" She was relaxing, now back on familiar ground; interrogation. However, for me this just wouldn't do.

"I miss your pretty sky-blue eyes." I was serious. "The way you scrunch up your face when you're trying to read. Your sensitive scrutinizing looks when you ask me a painful question. I miss seeing you in those tight black jeans you've got on, too." I was really enjoying seeing her squirm. The sense of power was exciting me even more. My eyelids were heavy with arousal and the dimness of the room.

She was watching me, lips parted in disbelief, her forehead glistening and tense. Swallowing hard, she never broke her gaze. She sat up suddenly, uncrossed her legs, and said quietly, "Are you trying to make me uncomfortable?"

"Yes, I think I am."

"Why?"

"You make me uncomfortable when you dress like that. I thought I'd return the favor." I grinned with the taunt. Head tilted forward, I looked steadily into her eyes. She was in her early forties, and was very attractive, well built, with sensitive eyes. I'd wanted her for a long time.

Her fingertips were white from squeezing the arms of her chair. She was sweating, but looked perfectly relaxed now, except for her shining forehead.

"You're trying to seduce me!" She realized.

"Is that what you feel?" My tone was wry and I gave her a half smile.

Almost to herself, "Yes."

"Yes, I'm seducing you?"

"You look very sexy in this light. Soft and romantic." Her voice was gruff and low.

I was breathless. "Come here."

She blinked; the only movement or acknowledgement that I'd spoken. Then slowly, after a long pause, she rose.

I stood up and leaned into her, grasping her fingers on either side of her hips.

I felt her nipples hard against mine and I swayed slowly, side to side. I felt her breath, shallow and quick on my lips. I looked into her loving eyes and saw her desire. I pressed my mouth to hers and—

"Hi, Nevada. Come on in."

I looked with a start and smiled quickly to try to cover my red-hot cheeks.

"Been waiting long?" she asked with a smile.