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My Physical Therapist
by Hot Rod Ford (hotrod_ford@mail.com)

***

Lee is a 42 year old, heterosexual male who needs some 
physical therapy for prior sports injuries. At Athletes 
In Motion, a therapy center nearby, he meets Liz, his 
new PT. She has a very "hands-on" technique and they hit 
it off immediately. One thing leads to another and they 
discover an intense sexual attraction for each other. 
Then she disappears very mysteriously. Lee wants to know 
where she is and why she left. (MF, reluc, bi, bd, rom)

***

Although I didn't want to admit it, my body needed some 
therapy. Having always been the strong, silent type, it 
kind of grated against my nature. But there it was. My 
left knee was shot, so was my left shoulder. I had had 
surgery on two of the disks in my back and, although now 
out of pain, I needed to get stronger and more agile. So 
I opted for physical therapy. It turned out to be a 
great decision.

My name is Lee, I am forty-two years old and now single 
after having been married for a short time. I am 
business consultant specializing in growth strategy 
which involves identifying and retaining top people for 
a given organization. It can be a lot of fun.

I showed up at Athletes in Motion near where I lived at 
the recommendation of my surgeon and my coaches. The 
PT's there did an assessment of my current state of 
physical ability and took notice of my issues which had 
resulted largely from sports I played earlier in my 
life. I am still young so my body should respond to a 
good plan and regular sessions. My optimism soared at 
being myself again. I was not to be disappointed.

My physical therapist was Liz. She was tall and had the 
body of a swimmer, which she was. Strong, broad 
shoulders, a tight waist, and legs to die for. Her 
father was from India and her dark skin accented her 
beauty and let her natural glow shine through. She was 
sixteen years younger than I, but she apparently did not 
mind the age difference. We hit it off immediately. 

Liz was a "hands-on" therapist and guided me through the 
exercises so I did them precisely and for maximum 
benefit. She wanted to feel my muscles flex and relax as 
I went from one station to another. In the middle of the 
routine was a set of activities on the mat table. When I 
did abdominal breathing, she felt my abs to make sure I 
was doing it right. Same with the pelvic rolls, 
crunches, and bridges. I loved the bridges and she put 
her hand at the height she wanted me to reach. 

I was soon to notice her placing her hand lower and 
lower on my abdomen and a couple of times, I actually 
bridged up to it so that I would brush her hand with my 
erect penis inside my gym shorts. We developed an 
understanding that touching me was not only pleasurable, 
but also very stimulating. Liz began to use that as an 
incentive for me. 

I generally used the mat at the back of the facility 
which was more private than being out in the main room. 
She would sit on the table with me and guide me as I 
worked. She smiled a lot during my sessions, especially 
when I used the Nautilus machine and the elliptical. 
After a week or two, I began to look forward to my 
therapy sessions and being with Liz as I got better, 
stronger, and more flexible. She really knew her stuff.

Since she was touching me all over my body, including 
some private places, through my workout clothes of 
course, I tried to find ways to do the same to her. I 
would brush her leg with my hand and press my arm 
against her breasts. She would respond by pressing up 
against me in the course of directing my exercises and 
pressing a breast or her hip up against me. She made me 
feel very good and aroused my manhood in ways I had 
never before felt.

I found ways to touch her with my hands, especially 
inside her thighs. She gasped the first time I did it 
but did not pull away. She just closed her eyes and 
sighed as I would caress her. We were discreet and no 
one ever knew but the two of us. I began to schedule my 
sessions when very few others were there.

One Friday afternoon, as usual, when virtually no one 
else was there, she got very near to me and I kissed 
her. That startled her and she did pull away then. She 
looked at me with questioning eyes and excused herself 
for a few minutes in favor of the girl's bathroom. When 
she didn't emerge for a while, I ended my workout and 
took my leave. I hoped I hadn't blown it with her. Next 
visit I thought I would find out.

After a fantastic weekend with friends, I went for my 
Monday workout. Liz was there and seemed to be fine. I 
did notice a wry smile from her every now and then, but 
nothing out of the ordinary. It seemed to be just 
another session under her guidance. That is until we got 
to the mat exercises. She had her hand on my abs while I 
did the abdominal breathing routine and at the fifth 
rep, she just moved her hand down to the bulge in my 
shorts and gave me a squeeze right on my cock. I 
responded immediately as I got even longer and harder. 
She gave me a big smile and moved her hand away. I had 
to wait a few seconds before I could resume the set. 

She did the same thing during the bridges and got the 
same reaction from me. When I moved to the heel drag, as 
I raised my knee, she put her hand on me and left it 
there. We were alone in the back and she began to rub my 
cock up and down through my shorts. I almost lost it 
right then and there. When she kissed me with her hand 
on my cock.

I creamed in my jock strap, blowing a huge load in 
response to her attention to my most favorite body part. 
At that point, I had to excuse myself and go to the 
little boy's room. The supporter I was wearing went into 
my gym bag. When I returned, Liz was gone. I understood 
why she had taken so long in the girl's room the 
previous Friday. She had to clean up after my kiss just 
as I had when she rubbed my cock.

I would have to wait until my next session to see her 
again. Or so I thought.

After finishing my routine rather quickly, I left. When 
I got to my car, much to my surprise and delight, there 
she was, standing right beside it. She had a huge smile 
on her face and as I approached she said, "Give a girl a 
ride, sailor?" 

"My place or yours?" I replied. 

"Yours?" she asked.

"Hop in, Liz," I answered as I unlocked the door with 
the remote. "This could get complicated, you know."

"Yes, I know, but so exciting as well," she said as she 
got in my side and moved over some. I followed. 

When we were both comfortable, I kissed her for real. 
She opened her mouth a little and I sucked her tongue 
into mine. She sighed as I did that and she opened her 
mouth wider so we could play dueling tongues. She tasted 
sweet and her lips were very soft and warm. 

She moved her hand into my lap and pushed it up the leg 
of my shorts all the way until she found my erect cock 
and put her hand around it very gently. She began to 
squeeze it and move up and down on it. She knew what to 
do to make a man feel good. 

I broke the kiss and turned my attention to getting the 
car started and us on our way. I wanted to undertake 
some supine gymnastics with this lovely lady and I could 
hear my place calling us both. She kept her hand where 
it was and put her head on my shoulder.

It was just a short drive to where I lived and the trip 
was hot and sweet. I parked the car, kissed her again, 
and led her inside. She was very affectionate, hugging 
and kissing me as I closed and locked the door. 

There was no need for talking, no need for beating 
around the bush, no need for being shy or hesitating, 
either for Liz or for me. We both knew why we were here 
together. I wanted her and she wanted me. It was that 
simple. We could talk about it later. Now was the time 
for loving and, most importantly, sex. She and I both 
knew it. 

Our professional relationship as physical therapist and 
client was the farthest thing from our minds. We were 
lovers, about to embark on a physical and emotional 
relationship, and we both wanted and needed it. 

I kissed her deeply and surprised her by picking her up 
and carrying her into my bedroom. I laid her down gently 
on the bed and began to remove her clothes one item at a 
time. First, I removed her top revealing a sports bra 
that flattened her chest. When the bra came off, her 
ample breasts were revealed. I pulled her tights down 
and was delighted to see her black, lace panties – 
totally not athletic apparel. She had removed her 
sandals already. The pleasant odor of pussy wafted 
through the air. I reveled in the sweet smell of her 
girl juices.

She never said a word, just looked at me with those 
enchanting eyes as her total enjoyment showed on her 
face. She was submitting totally to me as she should. My 
Dom was in total control of the situation and of her. I 
could feel she loved it. A strong man making her his 
own.

She was in control of our therapy sessions, but she 
totally gave in when it came to sex with me. I 
determined that I would make her enjoy this as much as I 
did. I removed those sexy panties. She was now totally 
naked on my bed and her eyes showed anticipation and 
lust. 

So I shot the moon. I pulled my under-mattress 
restraints out and bound her wrists and ankles. She was 
spread-eagled on the bed and looked luscious. Her eyes 
were closed as I began to remove my own clothes. She
watched my every move and when I revealed my hard, erect 
cock, she gasped. It was standing out from between my 
legs like a steel beam and she almost fainted when she 
saw it. Instead, she just went farther into subspace and 
closed her eyes in anticipation of what was coming.

Restrained, naked in front of a man she didn't really 
know, horny as hell, she was producing mass amounts of 
pussy cream from her vagina. I knew that no 
preliminaries were needed. I just wanted to fuck her. 

I moved between her legs and took careful aim then sank 
my engorged cock deep in her honey pot. She gasped when 
I went so deep in her with my initial thrust, but she 
raised her hips to meet me and took everything I had. 

I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping and massaging 
my cock as I began to fuck her and we got into a rhythm 
as I grasped her under her shoulders and used the 
leverage to go deeper and deeper into her. She was very 
tight and milked me for all I was worth. I felt the tip 
of my cock press up against her cervix as I hit rock 
bottom in her.

I was amazed at her ability to move with me even though 
she was restrained tightly to the bed. I had never had a 
woman respond to me that way. She was truly an amazing 
lover. 

I was all the way inside of her and she started cumming. 
With almost every other stroke, she shuddered and 
clinched my cock with her orgasming pussy muscles. 

She was in great shape and she was so strong. Her 
muscles gripped me more tightly than I had ever been 
gripped before. Her pussy was a vise on my throbbing 
member. She was like a female volcano, erupting from 
between her legs and moving like an earthquake. I just 
couldn't believe how she could fuck. 

With her energetic and enthusiastic orgasms, I felt the 
fires arising in my own loins, responding to her. It 
felt as if I were riding a bucking bronc. She was 
milking my cock like an expert and I rewarded her with 
an immense load of cum to mix with her vaginal 
secretions. I pumped into her over and over until, at 
last, she let out a carnal scream and collapsed under me 
on the bed. 

We were both totally drained. When we recovered, I undid 
the wrist and ankle straps and freed her from her 
restraints. She didn't move. I lay down beside her and 
began to cuddle her. Our afterglow did not begin to fade 
for quite a while.

When I could speak, I just said, "Damn, Liz," and 
nuzzled her neck a little. 

"That was the most intense sexual experience I have ever 
had," she replied. "It was the first time anyone had 
ever taken the opportunity to tie me down and fuck me so 
hard and so well."

She turned her head and kissed me softly and tenderly. 
"I guess you found out that I like for a man to take 
charge lead the way," she observed.

"Yes, I picked up on that earlier, right after we began 
to work together," I told her. "I like to take the lead. 
There are so many other wonderful things we can do 
together and I want to do all of them to you." 

"I can't wait," she answered. "Like in a few minutes 
after we recover?" She wanted more. 

"Sure," I said. "Maybe we can get to know each other 
better, too."

"I would like that," she said. "We just bypassed that 
and went straight to the sex. I have never done that 
before."

"It was the right thing to do," I assured her. "I just 
felt some kind of animal magnetism coming from you. It 
just fell into place that way."

"You had me when you kissed me the first time. I knew I 
had to have you," she admitted. "You made me cum then 
and there."

"Hence the long visit to the girl's room?" I asked.

"You don't miss much do you?" she confirmed my 
suspicions. "Actually, I haven't been with a man for 
quite some time. You reawakened all those feelings in me 
again, in spades. I owe you one for that."

She was all smiles and so huggable at that moment. 
"Let's take a shower and clean up some," I suggested.

"That would be great!" she answered. "I can use a shower 
after working all day and our after-hours activities," 
she winked at me. "Let's go."

We bathed each other making sure that our privates got 
plenty of attention. I made sure she was clean inside 
and out and she caressed me with such tenderness that I 
didn't want her to stop. But she did and we dried each 
other off and went back to the bedroom.

"So what deliciousness shall we indulge in now?" I asked 
her.

She kind of looked down, ducking her chin. I could see 
we might have a problem.

"I would love to see what you have in store for us, but 
I have to go now," she confessed. "I promise you that 
this will not be all there is between us, but for now, I 
must ask you to understand and take me back to my car."

I was crestfallen. There was so much I wanted to do with 
her that evening. "Ok," I said. "I wish you could stay, 
but at least tell me why you must go."

"I can't do that right now," she responded. "All I can 
tell you is that I hope to see you at your next 
appointment and that some parts of my life must remain 
very private for now. I hope that we will get close 
enough so that I can tell you sometime. For now, just 
accept that I am very attracted to you and I love how we 
work out and exercise together, either at AIM or here 
where it is just the two of us."

"I understand, Liz. It is Ok. Your private life is 
yours, just as mine is mine. We can accept and respect 
that from each other. Let's get dressed and I will take 
you back. This loving experience will always be in the 
back of my mind and I am glad you were waiting for me 
after our session. So, until the next one?" I suggested.

"Yes. Definitely. We haven't really even begun to 
explore each other and that is something I really want 
to do," she promised.

So I took this mysterious, fantastic woman back to where 
she was parked, gave her a kiss goodbye, and hoped we 
would have another chance to explore each other, very 
soon. 

She smiled as she got into her car and waved as she was 
driving off. I watched her go with a huge smile on my 
face. What a fantastic woman! I hoped I would see her 
again.

At my usual time, I showed up for my next regular 
exercise session and workout. No Liz! I looked all 
around, but she was nowhere to be found. My heart sank. 
Nonetheless, I was able to complete my routine without 
any help, showered, dressed and headed back to work. 
Somehow I just couldn't get my mind on what I was 
supposed to be doing. 

When I had done all I felt I could do, I took my leave 
and headed out, determined to get Liz off my mind. My 
only condolence was that I suspected something had come 
up relating to her hurried exit after our first 
encounter. Anyway, I would handle it. 

There was a new bartender named Cortnie at my favorite 
watering hole and I thought I would have a few and chat 
with her for a while. It was a good choice. I was almost 
able to get Liz off my mind. It surprised me that she 
had made such an impact on me. Chemistry, I guess.

I had a couple of beers and some excellent Mexican food 
and decided to head on home. Cortney had put the smile 
back on my face. Her long, red hair and killer body 
always put me in a good move even though she was into 
other women and had a girlfriend. There was no need to 
play those sexual games with her and we could just talk 
honestly with each other. I liked her a lot as a person. 
She was a pretty great bartender, too.

I have not seen Liz again since our brief encounter. She 
left her work and none of the people there know where 
she went or how to contact her. I did some poking around 
and discovered she may have had a female partner. Rumor 
has it that she was heartbroken after Liz left. She 
believed Liz's father had something to do with it. He 
was a devoutly religious and had found out about Liz's 
lifestyle to which he objected strenuously. 

Whatever happened, I still have hope that Liz will show 
up on my doorstep some evening and tell me about it. She 
promised me that that one encounter would not be all 
there was between us and I believed her. In the 
meantime, I will think of her fondly and go on with my 
life. After all, ships do pass in the night and 
sometimes only once. Maybe in this case there will be a 
return trip.

THE END

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