"Get a hold of yourself Melanie," I said out loud to myself as I wash the dishes.
Ring! Good, I thought a phone call would be a good distraction.
"Hello?" I said as I picked up the line.
"Melanie, this is Jennifer from yoga class. I thought you may want to go to dinner since you are new and all," Jennifer said on the other line. She was a woman I had met in yoga two days before and it was very kind and we got along well. I was happy for the invitation, as I had not done a lot of outings with the girls. I was usually hitting the bars alone and even then it was for one reason only, and it had already become a messy reason with Commander Connor Casey.
"Jennifer, so good to hear from you. I would love too. Give me half an hour to freshen up and I'll meet you anywhere," I said to her on the line.
I set the dishes aside and went to my room to freshen up glad for the new distraction. Half an hour later I was sitting at an elegant but casual dining spot with Jennifer eating fresh seafood straight from the San Diego waters.
"So, how do you like it here? How is working on the base? I've never been there before. I bet there are a lot of hot soldiers huh?" Jennifer said a giddy fashion.
"Absolutely, there are plenty of those," I said as I flagged down the waiter for another martini.
"I don't know how you deal with that. I would be drooling every second," she laughed as she also nodded at the waiter to bring another drink. This was very refreshing, just a girl’s night out. It was exactly what I needed and a good way to welcome myself to San Diego. I itched to tell her about commander Connor Casey, but I couldn't for obvious reasons. Couldn't tell anyone, I would have to keep it a secret because my job was on the line and so was Connors military career.
At the end of the night I was pleasantly buzzed and able to fall asleep quickly and not think for one second about the man that had been occupying my mind for the past few days. A good meal, a few drinks, and a girls night out was exactly what I needed to cure myself from commander Connor Casey's hold on my mind, or at least for one night.
My next session with Connor was the very next day, so I sat in my office and did a thorough look at his case file. I read every single account from the various soldiers under his command about what happened that day and it was shocking. There was something that I had overlooked in my first session for obvious reasons, but now I could see why his superiors wanted him to come to therapy. It seemed that a few of the soldiers claimed that they did not hear Connor's orders very clearly. That he had mumbled out the orders and not been very articulate which resulted in a few of them doing the wrong thing. That must weigh on the man very heavily. I needed to get him to talk, but how? He was already set on not talking about it, and although getting patients to talk was the usual routine until about the third session, something told me that Connor would need more. I did not know what though, only time would tell. I continue to read through his file and make sure that I did not miss something again. I needed to study him, like I was starting a textbook for a test. He was a very delicate situation, and I would need all the information that I could possibly gather before treating him, if he let me treat him at all. I then realized like a bolt of lightning that I had already made things worse for him. I sat up straight as I recalled the very first night that I met him at the bar. He had been drinking heavily, and had told me he had a bad week. And what did I do? I enabled him and encourage him to drink away his problems.
"Stupid Melanie! Very stupid!" I yelled at myself as I threw his file on my desk and stood up to walk back and forth in my room. That was a critical moment in which patient was seeking a way to deal with his problems, and I had helped him to make that solution concrete. He was probably continuing to drink to solve this problem, and he was probably drinking heavily. I had also given him positive reinforcement by giving him a treat for dealing with his problem in that way by taking him to the parking lot and in the backseat of my car. I had been the worst therapist in history, and now I had to fix my mess.
COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY
After spending a week binging on alcohol, motorcycle riding up and down the coast, and shooting off Brown's at the firing range it was once again time for another therapy session. I grand as a thought about what Melanie and I would do this time. Perhaps I would watch her pleasure herself, the way she watched me last time. I would be very fine with that sort of therapy session and delighted in thinking about it over and over in my mind. I hopped on my motorcycle and drove to the outpatient clinic once more, I was already feeling aroused when I arrived as though seeing her with trigger it. I was very excited to see her jiggle here and there as she walked around in her tight little skirt with her curvy body. It was definitely a sight to see almost like a Marilyn Monroe body. I pulled my leg over the motorcycle as I dismounted and for some reason I looked up at the building. There in the window was Melanie staring at me. She quickly shut the blinds as though trying to hide the fact that she had been watching me. This is going to be a lot of fun I can already tell.
"Sir, the doctor will see you now," the receptionist said as she led me to the back offices. She opened the door and sitting on the chair was Melanie. I said a formal greeting, "Dr. Roberts. It is good to see you again."
"And you too commander," she said back in a rigid formal manner as well. Then the receptionist closed the door and we both let our shoulders drop. I looked over at her with a grin and moved over to the couch.
"Should I lay here like last time? Or were you thinking something more adventurous, like on the desk perhaps?" I said with a wink and a grin. I had to admit I had been thinking about bending her over her desk and giving her a good spanking before slipping my cock inside of her.
"No, the couch will be fine. That is where all the patients it for their session, and there will be a session," she said picking up a notepad and pen just as she had before. I knew that she would try to be professional and that would only make this so much more fun. I moved over to the couch and laid down on my back just as I had before.
"Now why don't you tell me why you think you have been ordered to come to therapy?" She said as she looked down at her paper and did not look up at me. I knew exactly why she was avoiding eye contact, it was because I had an affect on her. It was because I turned her on and she was trying to stay in a state of normalcy. I was not going to have any of that.
"Now why don't you tell me what you have on underneath that sexy dress?" I said answering her question with a question but mine was so much more exciting. She sighed at my playfulness and then tried to continue with her work.
"I have thoroughly read your file and there is some very interesting information in there, I want to talk about it. Don't you want to know what it says? I will tell you," she said. I know exactly what she was doing. She was baiting the hook. She was dangling out some information that would grab my curiosity, and it sort of worked. I did want to know what the file said about me. I did want to know what my superiors had said about me. But I knew it was a trap. This was her trap to set me up to talk about the operation, and then she would go from there as soon as I opened the floodgates. Besides, I knew enough of doctor ethics to know that she could not dispose the information of my file to me. But then again, she had not followed ethics so far and maybe she would tell me. She had already had sex with me and her car, and she had already watched me jerk myself off in her office so there would be no harm in sharing my file information with me after all of that. But I did not want to hear it. I did not come here for therapy of that sort. I came here to fuck Melanie and I wasn't giving up that easily.
"I don't give a fuck about that file. I have no regrets except for one," I said.
"And what regret is that?" She asked writing down notes in her notepad as though we had started the session.
"That I am not already inside you," I said as I stood up and walked toward her. She froze. The pen dropped from her hand. I bent down to pick it up getting on my knees at her feet. I put the pen in my hand and then I placed it against her ankle and
softly moved it up her leg. She let out a soft moan, and her legs relaxed a bit. I moved it up her calf and over her knee. Then I continued up her thigh. She bit her lower lip as I continued moving it over her skirt and finally placing it in her hand. She looked at me with fuck me eyes and I knew exactly what she wanted. I let my hand rest on the inside of her thigh and she opened them wider. "I know you want this as much as I do. Don't fight it Melanie. Remember what it was like in the backseat of your car? Remember what my fat cock felt like inside of you" I whispered.
She shivered slightly and I enjoyed watching her reaction to my words, but then as though she snapped out of it she quickly moved my hand off of her.
"You have to stop. If you are not going to take this session seriously, then I must ask you to leave," she said. I was shocked by her words and suddenly felt guilty for putting her in this position when she was just trying to do her job. I knew all about just trying to do the job, and other obstacles getting in the way. I stirred up to my feet and then said, "very well. Session over. See you next time," then I gave her a salute in a very bratty way before walking out. The problem was I had a full hard on.
DR. MELANIE ROBERTS
It was time for our next session and I was determined to fix the mess that I had caused. I would take this session seriously. I would not let him seduce me like he had before. I would not be letting him touch me or give me a show. I had to get down to work. His life and career depended on it. I cared for him, as much as it bothered me to admit that, but I did. Because I cared for him I wanted him to succeed and go back to active duty where he was happy. I looked over his file again thinking of how I would approach this session. He was not going to be an easy patient, I already knew that. He made that clear and was using sex to get out of real therapy and sadly so far it had worked. Now I needed to buckle down and not be Melanie his fuck buddy, I needed to be Melanie his therapist.
Finally, it was time. “Please send in the next patient,” I told the receptionist over the intercom.
“Yes, Doctor Roberts,” she answered back. Then I quickly got up and moved to the mirror. I fixed my shirt and hair and quickly gargled some mouthwash. Then I could hear them coming down the hall so I quickly took a seat in my chair as though I had been sitting there the entire time waiting for him instead of making sure I looked okay. I was after all still a woman that enjoyed being desired and I liked his eyes on me. I picked up his file and put it in my lap with a notepad and made sure I had plenty of water at my side, just in case I became over heated like I did last time.
The receptionist opened the door and Connor gave me a formal greeting, "Dr. Roberts. It is good to see you again."
"And you too commander," I said back in a rigid formal manner as well. Then the receptionist closed the door and we both let our shoulders drop. He looked over at me with a grin and moved over to the couch. He looked damn good in a tight light grey t-shirt and tight jeans with brown work boots. I could even smell his manly scent as he moved passed me and I felt my nipples become instantly hard. It wasn’t helping that he was giving me a look as though to say are you ready to be fucked? It was working and turning me on. Stay focused Melanie, I thought over and over in my head.
"Should I lay here like last time? Or were you thinking something more adventurous, like on the desk perhaps?" he said with a wink and a grin. Damn as soon as he said it a flash of him fucking me bent over the desk and then on top of the desk crossed my mind.
"No, the couch will be fine. That is where all the patients it for their session, and there will be a session," I said picking up a notepad and pen just as I had before. He knew that I would try to be professional and that would only make it a game for him. He moved over to the couch and laid down on his back just as he had before.
"Now why don't you tell me why you think you have been ordered to come to therapy?" I said as I looked down at my paper and did not look up at me. I knew exactly why I was avoiding eye contact, it was because he had an affect on me. It was because he turned me on and I was trying to stay in a state of normalcy. He was not going to have any of that of course and he kept on with his sensual flirting.
"Now why don't you tell me what you have on underneath that sexy dress?" he said answering my question with a question. I sighed at his playfulness and then tried to continue with my work.
"I have thoroughly read your file and there is some very interesting information in there, you want to talk about it. Don't you want to know what it says? I will tell you," I said. I was baiting the hook. I was dangling out some information that would grab his curiosity, and it sort of worked. I was sure that he did want to know what the file said about him. He had to want to know what his superiors had said about him. But I was hoping that he wouldn’t know it was a little trap.
"I don't give a fuck about that file. I have no regrets except for one," he said.
"And what regret is that?" I asked writing down notes in my notepad as though we had started the session.
"That I am not already inside you," he said as he stood up and walked toward me. I froze. The pen dropped from my hand. He bent down to pick it up getting on his knees at my feet. He put the pen in his hand and then he placed it against me ankle and softly moved it up my leg. I let out a soft moan, and my legs relaxed a bit. He moved it up my calf and over me knee. Then he continued up me thigh. I bit my lower lip as he continued moving it over my skirt and finally placing it in my hand. He looked at me with fuck me eyes and he knew exactly what I wanted. He let his hand rest on the inside of my thigh and I opened them wider. “You know you want this as much as I do. Don't fight it Melanie. Remember what it was like in the backseat of your car? Remember what my fat cock felt like inside of you" he whispered.
I shivered slightly and he enjoyed watching my reaction to his words, but then as though I snapped out of it I quickly moved his hand off of me. This is exactly what I said would not happen. I gave myself a prep talk to stay focused and now I was allowing him to seduce me because the mere touch of him sent shivers down my body. I was aroused and I wanted to fuck him right then and there, but I had to stay focused. Remember, his military career as a Marine commander depends on it.
"You have to stop. If you are not going to take this session seriously, then I must ask you to leave," I said. He looked a little shocked by my words. He stood up to his feet and then said, "very well. Session over. See you next time," then he gave me a salute in a very bratty way before walking out. The problem was I could tell that he had a full hard on when he walked out. I enjoyed knowing that I had that effect on him.
As soon as Connor walked out of my office I got up and swallowed a large glass of cold water. I pulled the ice cubes out of the class and rubbed it down my neck and over my cleavage. I was turned on beyond belief. My panties were soaked through. I wanted him to fuck me right then and there, and that was a hard thing to turn down. No man or soldier had ever had this affect on me before. It was a new sensation and I did not know how to deal with it other then to suppress the sexual urges I was feeling for commander Connor Casey.
His invitation to have him fuck me again was so hard to resist. I wanted to. I wanted it badly. If he were not my patient and just the man that I had met in the bar, I would have fucked him every day for a week. But that was not the case and it was much more complicated than that. I needed more information, and I was going to go to the source. As soon as I felt normal again and not so much aroused, I left my office and walked across the base. There were many soldiers about driving military vehicles, walking in groups, jogging together as they shouted chants in training. It was a sight to see and I absolutely loved it, which is why I chose this job and life. I watched as men and women soldiers went about their daily life and Salter responsibilities and I found it exciting and adventurous. I continued my walk toward the administration offices part of the base. There was a large fountain and elegant garden around Central building. I walked in to the reception and asked to see Captain Central building. I walked in to the reception and asked
to see Captain Martel.
"Do you have an appointment? "The receptionist asked.
"No, I do not. However if you let him know that it is Dr. Roberts regarding Commander Connor Casey I'm sure that he will see me, "I said to her.
She picked up the phone and dialed the captain and told him exactly what I told her. Then she hung up the phone and said, "Have a seat. The captain will be with you in a few minutes."
A few minutes later, I was in the captain's office. "I cannot seem to get through to him. We have only had two sessions and is usually by the third session when the patient begins to trust and talk to the A few minutes later, I was in the captain's office. "I cannot seem to get through to him. We have only had two sessions and is usually by the third session when the patient begins to trust and talk to their therapist, but I have a feeling that will not be the case Commander Casey. So I thought I would come to the source before our next session. I need to know everything, not just what is in the file."
"Yes, of course. The commander has an impeccable record and I think part of his problem is that this is going to be a mark on that perfect record that he has worked his whole life. The reports are unclear and will never be fully proved. It is only hearsay and each folder in the unit gives a different account of what happened. So there will never be a true and factual answer, but we asked commander to take leave because we could tell that he was taking this hard. Getting him to talk about it in and met that it was not his fault is our goal here. He will not admit it but he does believe that it was his fault. He needs to know that it was not his fault and those soldiers lives were not affected by the orders he gave. It is a lot more complicated than that. "
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