Alternative Therapy (closed)

[Vailyn]

Two days were not enough of a break from Jacob for my overly eager and hormonal body. I've fallen back to trying to satisfied myself with some of my favorite toys at home, but all it did was ease the edge and make me dream about Jacob more. The last two nights, I woke up several times with my fingers shoved inside of my hungry pussy and calling out his name. Except it wasn't enough to make me cum.

Dammit.

Just enough to rile my nerves to a breaking point and make me much more cranky with everyone. I have to cut myself off from talking because I was more likely to say something I didn't mean.

I really don't want to see him today.
I really can't wait to see him and get my hands on me.
I really want to have a night of sleep without sexual dreams.
I really want to forget my morals and let Jacob Trask fuck me until we're both totally satisfied.

It may be that I'm going insane and this is just a sign of insanity taking root. I don't know if I ever heard of someone going insane because they wanted to have sex with someone. A very particular someone. Maybe I need to call around and see if one of my good friends are up for a booty call.

Somehow, I doubted that would help but I wasn't willing to give up yet.

The plan for today, one of my rare full days off, was to relax, maybe have a few self created orgasms, work out hard and eat one of my favorite meals before going to see Jacob for our Friday session.

My mind flashed to our last one and I couldn't help but groan in dismay. The stupid things I let my libido talk me into!!! And to have his wife call to check up on him. Gah!

And then the phone call after...

Rinnng-Riinnnng-Rii--

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mrs. Trask. I got a message that you called?"

"OH! Hi, Ms. Mason. I just wanted to check in and see how the session went today. I hope everything is alright?"

A steady, throbbing ache still lingered all over my body. Especially at my breasts and between my thighs.

"The session was fine, Mrs. Trask. You were right. It looks like Jacob overworked his body and went without his cane too much in the past few weeks. If you see him going around the house without his cane, you should remind him to use the cane. Otherwise, he may aggravate the original injury and it won't heal completely."

"I'll be sure to do that! I was wondering if that was okay but he kept reassuring me that he's fine. That man! He's so impatient and can't stand being a cripple he says." Her voice took on a laughing quality and she asked, "Did another incident happen?"

I froze. It really IS possible for a human to become a statue. Really.

"Ms. Mason? Hello?"

I coughed.

"Sorry! Someone was calling for me." Yeah, right. "He did get an erection and he used the Fleshlight. You're idea was great! I've never seen one of those before. After he took care of his condition, we finished the session. That's part of the reason why it ran a little late."

Sheila laughed wickedly. Her laugh was infectious and pretty soon, I was laughing with her. Damn, why can't I hate her guts? She seems really nice.

"Well, my husband is very well endowed and he has amazing stamina. In fact, I have a hard time keeping up with him and that's why we got the Fleshlight. It's a way for us to be sexually intimate without him getting frustrated because he's still needing release."

You have no idea how well I'm coming to understand that.

I made a noise of understanding. "I'm sure you have your hands full with him."

Shelia laughed again. "Oh boy, do I! I'm glad that you agreed to work with him, Ms. Mason. I have full faith in your abilities to help my husband regain his full mobility. Thank you so much! I can't say that enough."

"It's no problem, Mrs. Trask. It's my job to help people get better."

"Thank you for calling me back. You have a nice day, Ms. Mason."

"You welcome! You too. Goodbye."

Sometimes I wonder if I could make my life more complicated if I tried. Why try? It's already a soap opera!

That plan I had for the day? Most of it backfired. Masturbating only made me more horny, and the vibrator did nothing for me today. I tried to curl up with a movie or book but neither one could keep my attention. I decided the best thing for me to do was to work my body. I could kick out some of the hormonal angst with some good old fashioned adrenaline.

I worked out for several hours. Took time to do a nice cool down. Sat in the gym jacuzzi until I pruned up and then took a long shower before heading out to feed my starving belly. I had some time after dinner and used it to walk around the city and people watch.

Since it was my day off, I wore one of my favorite crossed black lace bras and matching underwear. A comfy, all cotton, dark green, sleeveless tunic dress that came down to mid-thigh and black leggings. It's not a sexy outfit. Just a fun dress that had nothing to do with work. I needed a break from polo shirts, shorts and pants.

I tried to squelch the warm thrum of excitement that started to shimmer as I programmed Jacob's address into my phone and drove to his house. It didn't matter. As soon as he opened the door to his sprawling home, I blushed.

"Hi, Jacob. Ready for our session? Where do you want to set up?" He lead me into the house and offered to get me a drink. I declined and said we should get right to work. I'm going to stay professional if it kills me!

We walked through the house and into the garage. A gym was built on top of the garage and Jacob explained that it had exercise mats and mirrors for us to use during the session. I made noises in all the appropriate places but all I could really think about how well Jacob's ass filled out his shorts and how much I really wanted to touch him in an unprofessional manner.

No! No naughty thoughts! No drooling! No hanky panky! Just work. Right. Work.

 

[saedo]

My efforts to come up with a way out of my Friday session with Emma proved useless. Short of a miracle wherein an angelic beam of light descended from the heavens to heal my leg, there was no way Sheila was going to let me skip therapy. And given the phone calls between Emma and Sheila, my wife wasn't going to suddenly believe sweet Emma would have done anything heinous enough to make me want to quit. Short of telling Sheila the truth - and that damn sure wasn't going to happen - I was stuck.

I couldn't understand why Emma had even agreed to meet me after hours. I was trying desperately to avoid having my wife discover the truth and here Emma was coming to our home. What had she been thinking?

Fortunately, Sheila got pulled into a last minute crisis with her Women's League. "Oh, I'm sorry I won't be here to meet Ms. Mason," she mumbled as she gathered up her purse and keys. "She seems like a sweet person on the phone. Do tell her 'hello' for me."

"Sure thing."

"Have a good session, sweetie."* Sheila gave me a quick kiss and was out the door.

Emma showed up a few minutes early. I smiled with more confidence than I felt. With the wife away, should I be more or less concerned?

I lead Emma out of the house to our standalone garage. "The property dates back over a century," I informed her. "Back then, this was a carriage house and stables, hence the size. Previous owner used the upper area for storage, but I decided to turn it into a usable space. Eventually it became a little gym."

I lead her up to the second floor and turned on the lights. "Not much variety," I acknowledged, pointing at the elliptical trainer, treadmill, and collection of barbells,"but it's enough to keep the two of us in some semblance of shape."

I headed to an open area covered by some gymnastic mats and assumed the position. "Shall we begin?"

We began our usual routine. Predictably, it didn't take too much of Emma's presence before my body started to respond. I'd considered trying to forestall this by masturbating like a fiend in the hours before she arrived, but I'd decided against it. History suggested that I'd still be able to get it up one more time with sufficient motivation - and Emma was unquestionably motivating.

This was more true today than at our previous sessions. She wore a sleeveless dress that, even with no cleavage showing, seemed to emphasize her amazing bosom. Her breasts also seemed to bounce a bit more; I wondered if she'd traded her industrial strength sports bra for something less constricting.

Thoughts like these soon had my gym shorts bulging. Emma ignored it initially, but when the waistband began to pull away from my body, she sighed and looked at me.

"Give me a second," I told her. I reached into my shorts and hauled my cock out. I could see Emma's eyes widen as she realized I'd gone without underwear again. I paid her no mind as I pulled my cock down till it lay flat across my belly, straining towards the base of my rib cagen* I untucked my T-shirt to move it out of the way. I then took a leather belt and wrapped it around my body. I then cinched the belt down till it firmly pinned the thick shaft to my abdomen.
Once I had my erection firmly secured, I tugged my T-shirt down. The massive cylindrical bulge running up from my groin was unmistakable. "Well, it certainly doesn't provide much concealment," I admitted, "but at least it's not in the way when you work on my leg. And this way, you don’t have to stop to...make it go away. So just keep doing your normal thing."

Granted, the one downside to this method was that my arousal wouldn't be relieved. I'd basically have to endure my throbbing erection till Emma finished the session. Only then could I relieve the pressure. Still, if it avoided any risky entanglements with my therapist, it was probably the wise choice.

"Let's finish the session." I grit my teeth and settled in. Horny as I was now l, I expected a truly epic case of blue balls by the time Emma finished.

 

[Vailyn]

Nothing like redundancy to really pound an idea in right?

Right.

Like the fact that ignoring physical arousal only lead to that desire being stoked higher in the presence of the one who causes the reaction in the first place.

Like the fact that the chosen outfit for the day may have been influenced by a need to look nice for Jacob Trask. Never mind the fact that it was creating new problems of its own. I love my cross black bra set. It's one of my favorite sexy pieces.

What in the world was I thinking to wear it today? I'm not going on a date! Not with Jacob or Lancelot!

The pieces were great of sculpting my curvy body and showing it off but it did not help out as much with keeping my body more contained. If my chest bounced against Jacob's body one more time--either my nipples were going to torpedo their way out of the bra and dress or I may give in and rub myself firmly against his chest as I kiss Jacob for the first time.

When I checked the mobility of the dress at home, I didn't have any problems. It had enough give to let me comfortably spread my legs, stretch in various directions and not show anything indecorous. However, I didn't think about the fact that I was going to wear leggings or how it would be to move in the dress while pressed against another person. I could feel the cotton pull and stretch beyond its designed resistance. I tried to be careful but it was hard to work on the session, try to ignore the erection that Jacob had tied down and keep in mind that her dress didn't care of the way she was abusing it.

Does it even make sense that Lancelot was long enough for him to buckle a belt around his waist and erection?!?! It's mind-boggling and amazingly hot. One of the exercises requires me to hold up his long leg and push it towards his chest as I hold it straight. I have to use my whole body to do this maneuver. He has long, muscular legs that takes up the whole length of my torso and tickle my ear. I kneel near below his hip, rest his leg against me and push up on my knees and forward to make him stretch. Each time I do this, Jacob's middle moves and his shirt goes up a bit as his shorts seem to pull down. Not that either did more than cover the hard erection beneath flimsy fabrics.

I was partially hypnotized by the move and I'm pretty sure I stared longer at Jacob's groin and lower stomach than I should have. I tried not to.

Really, I tried.

Then something ripped. Not just one but two.

We were working on pushing his leg closer to his chest. Slowly working his flexibility back towards normal. Somehow the dress was caught between my body and his and this move was too much for the soft cotton. I could feel his bare calf resting against my chest. Which shouldn't be possible because my chest should have been covered by the dress. It was easier to move my legs. They no longer felt bound by the hem.

I put his leg back down and looked in the walled mirror to see the damage. I watched my face and chest flush a rosy pink. A long tear about five inches ran down near the middle of my dress, below the neckline. Another, cleaner tear split my skirt of the green dress from the hem towards my upper thigh. I tried to pull the parts together but it was no use.

"Well that just figures. Clothing malfunctions to go with insane sexual arousal." I looked down into Jacob's watchful blue eyes. I couldn't help it. I grinned and joked, "If I can look past your randy condition, do you think you can ignore my uh somewhat revealing one?"

 

[saedo]

The session continued. I tried to focus on making precise, controlled movements. Breathe in, breathe out, stretch and hold, release, breathe in breathe out.

Emma did not make it any easier; her tits were all over the place. Her current bra clearly wasn't holding them back as much - her chest was at least an inch or two larger than at the clinic. Her bra damn sure was far less shielded against her nipples; dents easily thicker than my thumb looked ready to rip through her dress. And to really ramp up my discomfort, every minute or so her mounds would brush up against me - my leg, my arm, and sometimes directly along my strapped-down cock.

I closed my eyes, hoping to shut out the distractions. But even without looking, my hypersensitive shaft knew damn well when her massive orbs bounced off it. I couldn't resist groaning each time, though fortunately that was somewhat masked by the grunting I did for my knee.

Oh God, did it ache. It felt like the one time Sheila and I experimented with Viagra. My wife thought it might be fun, so I went along. I got so hard and so big that she actually teared up just mounting me. Determined to last as long as I did, she fucked me till she was literally too sore to walk. My cock looked like it'd fought 12 rounds and lost. We never once tried that again.

I almost stopped breathing when a horrible ripping sound. For the briefest of moments, I thought my swollen cock was tearing open. I was thus somewhat relieved that it was only her dress.

But only somewhat. The tear along the lower skirt certainly diminished the value of her dress, but the black leggings she wore underneath kept her decency intact. The same couldn't be said for the split on the torso. I could clearly see the black lace of her bra and got an even further appreciation for how incredible her chest truly was.

"If I can look past your randy condition, do you think you can ignore my uh somewhat revealing one?"

I smiled weakly, trying to be as casual about it as she was clearly struggling to be. "Oh, sure, no problem."

A fresh shudder went through my cock. I glanced down and grimaced. All this stimulation was making me ooze precum like a leaky faucet. The T-shirt was plastered to the gargantuan head like a second skin and was nearly transparent.

I glanced at the damage again. Good Lord, her breasts were amazing. God, I just wanted to reach out and touch them. Oh, and to tickle those nipples with my tongue...

"Fuck it, stop, " I winced. "No, I can't. I can't ignore that your dress is about to fall apart. I'm barely holding on as it is. If that rip gets much bigger, you'll be down to your underwear." My eyes flicked down my chest. "I don't trust myself that far." I finished quietly.

I heaved myself to my feet. That proved rather awkward since the fleshy baseball bat strapped to my chest made it difficult to bend at the waist, but I managed.

"Follow me to the house. You don't want to drive home with no clothes on. I'm sure we can find something for you to cover up with. Maybe one of my shirts or a bathrobe - we'll find something."

 

[Vailyn]

The t-shirt that I borrowed from Jacob last Friday was folded up nicely. Was being the operative word.

Perhaps I was too hopeful to think that nothing would happen between Jacob and I but I wasn't entirely off the mark. Nothing happened but it wasn't due to lack of desire.

It's a little hard to forget the sight of a man strapping his penis down to his body in order to avoid a sexual encounter. I'm trying pretty hard to forget the destruction of one of my favorite dresses.

Would it be better if we just did it? Should we forgo morals and professional precautions?

WHY in the world am I even thinking like this?!?! THIS isn't me!

But you really want to. You really want to have insanely wild sex with that man. said the wicked voice.

"Hush you!" Great. Now I'm talking to myself. In the car. Trying to find a way to get myself up to the door and ring the bell. Because I'm here to "help" Jacob Trask. The insufferably attractive man that turns me into a sex pot when I see him. That's not normal. Is it?

I was totally set to meet Jacob for our planned session and give him back the shirt that I had borrowed, but that plan went awry with a simple phone call from his amazingly nice wife, Shelia. I groaned as I laid my head down on the steering wheel and tried to remember why I said yes.

RINNNNG-RIIIIIIING-RIIINNNNNNNNNG--

"Hello?"

"Hi, Emma! Wait, I can call you Emma can't I?"

"Uhm Mrs. Trask?"

"Call me Sheila. Mrs. Trask makes me think of my mother-in-law. I love her but I'm not her. Oh shi--" A clamor of things falling and voices talking drifted from the phone for a few minutes. "Emma, are you still there? Things are a little chaotic at the office right now. Listen, I'm calling to ask you for a favor. Jacob hurt his back this weekend while I was out of town. It hasn't gotten any better. Obviously he can't make it to his appointment at the center today but I was hoping that you would visit him at the house? Please? No don't--"

Another crash sounded in the background.

"I have to go. Will you go take a look at Jacob? He's been taking a lot of pain killers and trying to hide the pain he's in. But! I'm his wife and I see all! Help me out by helping my husband. I'll pay you double your usual fees." Loud voices erupted. "God, say yes! Please?"

Because I'm a sucker for punishment, I said, "Uh... I'll try?"

"Yes! I'll take that as a yes! Thank you, Emma! Goodbye!"

Click.


I sat up and looked down at my traitorous smartphone. "It's all your fault."

Yay! Now I'm talking to my phone. Maybe I am going insane. Maybe I turned into a nymphomaniac when I wasn't looking... except I only become one around one man.

I've been sitting in my car, parked in the Trasks' driveway and procrastinating for over half an hour. I shut my eyes tight, shook my head to throw off my doubts, gave a short growling yell of frustration and then gave up my little sanctuary to head into the lion's den.

Shit! I turned back down the driveway to my car and opened the passenger door to pick up the light blue t-shirt I had borrowed. It was freshly laundered and folded before my nervous hands wrecked it all into a messy ball of cloth.

Today, I was dressed in a cheerful yellow Callahan polo shirt and fitted blue jeans. My bountiful chest was under firm guidance of a super duper black sports bra and I was wearing boring black boy short undies. My hair was mostly contained in a high ponytail and I have zero makeup on. Nothing about the way I looked screamed about sex or dripping desire.

I rang the doorbell and waited a long time before I heard noise from behind the door and it opened. First thing I noticed was the pain in Jacob's blue eyes. Immediately followed by a flush of body awareness as desire thrummed in my veins and lit my eyes up with longing. The pain didn't leave his eyes but it was joined by shock and a wary expression.

"Shelia called me. I'm here to see what you did to yourself and see if I can help you fix it. Come on, I'll help you to the living room. I don't want you to walk too far."

I threw the shirt over my shoulder, wedged myself into the house, closed the door, tucked myself under Jacob's arm and wrapped my arm around his waist. I grunted a bit at the weight he gave me but I could handle it. It's not the first time I've had to help someone walk.

 

[saedo]

I escorted Emma to the bedroom in almost complete silence. I dug in the closet and handed her the first shirt I found - a pale blue button down Oxford. I handed it to her and tried not notice the gaping tear exposing her bra.

I turned away while she put it on and found myself staring at the bed. I then spent the next minute trying not to think about the aching stiffness of my cock, the half-dresssed busty goddess behind me, and how much I wanted to forcefully merge the two upon the king-size mattress before me.

When I hot the go-ahead to turn around, I did. It was obviously too big for her as a shirt, but it could almost serve as a dress in its own right. Were it not for her black leggings, it wouldn't be hard to imagine her naked underneath my voluminous shirt. God, how I wished it were so.

Emma gamely offered to finish the session, but I declined. Too many things had gone off the rails already for me to risk it now. The way her eyes kept drifting to the thick bulge beneath my shirt didn't bode well for either of us.

I instead showed Emma to the door and bid her farewell. My timing proved fortuitous. Emma had barely departed before I heard the whine of the garage door opener. Sheila was home.

Not wanting to explain to my wife why my dick was strapped to my abdomen, I dashed for the shower. It took a considerable amount of cold water to cool my libido. I was shivering when I got out.

What I should have done was ramp myself up again once I joined Sheila in bed. But afraid that she might suspect something, I just chatted with her briefly and went to bed.

What I'd forgotten was that we were driving up over the weekend to visit my in-laws. We always stayed at Sheila's childhood home and slept in her old bedroom. Unfortunately, Sheila had never felt comfortable having sex with her parents down the hall. Never mind that I was her husband and that she hadn't been a teenager in nearly two decades; it still weirded her out.

Consequently, it wasn't until Monday that my libido got my first chance at relief. Even Sheila noticed how horny I was. "Honey," she said warily as she saw me disrobe, "you didn't buy some of those male supplement pills they advertise on TV, did you? I don't need you getting any bigger."

Still, Sheila never shirks her marital responsibilities. Soon she had me plowing away atop her, urging me pound still harder. I gave it my all, eager to unleash the massive backlog of sexual desire I'd pent up.

Unfortunately, I gave it a bit more than I should. On one recklessly powerful thrust, Sheila's squeals were joined by my garbled groan of agony as my back siezed up. I rolled off her, moaning in pain.

I spent the night on the floor, the only position my back felt marginally tolerable in. Pain relievers helped, but I had to shuffle around like a cripple the next morning.it I told Sheila just to leave it be, but she gave me one of her "men are foolish" dismissive glances and called Emma.

She arrived late that afternoon. Fortunately this time she'd switched back to her usual polo shirt and shorts, so she'd not likely rip those up. Seeing my predicament, she had me throw an arm around her as she walked beside me. As before, I was impressed by the strength in her compact body. I was also acutely aware of her firm right tit brushing against my ribs as she shouldered me along.

I had her set me down on the living room carpet. "Lying flat on my back is the most comfortable position," I explained. "Sorry Sheila called you out here again. I'm sure I just need to rest it for a couple days."

 

[Vailyn]

Don't get horny. Don't get turned on.
Work. This is work.

Religiously chanting the mantra in my head as I helped Jacob hobble to the living room and lie down on the carpet. It kept me company as I examined him and asked him some questions about what he's feeling. Apparently, touching the body of the man you dream about at night and fantasize about during the day is not the route one should take if you're trying to keep a professional leash on one's thoughts and behavior.

Dammit. Maybe we should just have sex and get it out of our system?

"It looks like there's a strained muscle along your lower back. The muscles in your upper back are totally locked in reaction and your upper torso, waist and hips will have to be relaxed before I can see what the real wreckage is. I'll be right back. I need to grab my bag from the car. I'll need it to work on you this session. While I'm gone, I want you to try to relax your muscles and steady your breathing in a deep pattern."

It's a good thing that the only person hearing my heart race is me because it would give me away each time I'm with Jacob otherwise! But I have a sneaky suspicion that I may have other tells. I'm told that my eyes are more expressive than I like. They always give me away! Then there's my chest. It's unavoidable. Damn nipples. Great for sex. Not so great for hiding the fact that I want sex when I shouldn't want sex.

Just outside of the front door, I exhaled loudly, gave a mild scream of frustration and pulled my car keys out of my pocket. "Being around that man drives all logic out of my brain and I end up talking to myself like a loon. Great."

I keyed open the trunk, opened the black gym bag and checked to see if I had the heating pads and ointments. There wasn't anything else I could do to waste time. Frowning, I swung the shoulder strap over my head, closed the trunk and locked the car before heading back into the house. My footsteps on the wooden floor sounded like dull drops of reluctant greedy need heading straight for hell or a fiery explosion before death.

Well, with Jacob lying helpless on the ground with an injured back, maybe nothing will happen this time. Right? Right!

"Positive attitude," I whispered to myself. Yay! Now I'm giving myself pep talks! "Jacob, I'll be right back. I need to heat up the heating pads."

It took about ten minutes to hunt down clean dish clothes. I set up the pads to heat up in the microwave and had a wet towel wrapped around each one. The microwave was one of the large conventional ones and I was able to heat up all four of the packs with ease. I found a tray to put the packs and a large bowl of steaming hot water and several towels on it. Carrying the whole back into the living room, I asked Jacob to turn onto his stomach.

The flash of pain that stiffened his face and body was enough. I quickly placed the tray down on the coffee table and went to help him turn onto his stomach. He isn't a small man. He's tall, has strong bones and heavy muscles. Even with his injury, he hasn't gotten soft in the middle. There was no delicate way of moving him. Physical Therapy isn't a light task or unencumbered for the most part. I had to wrap my arms around his chest and use my leg muscles to really hold up his weight and help him turn.

I tried hard to ignore how well we fit together. Our bodies just seem to be built to settle together but I can't focus on that. He's hurt and I need to help take care of that.

"I'm going to push up your shirt and place several heating packs on your back. I'll work on your shoulders and upper back. Then work down. I don't know if I can get much done in an hour. It's going to take at least 45 minutes for me to get your back relaxed. If you're cool with paying me for the time, you should extend the session. Let me know if you want to."

A part of me wanted to lay a soothing caress along his skin and kiss the back of his neck but I strangled all those urges. Someone needs my help. Jacob is my client. This is work and I will work to help him.

 

[saedo]

My spine felt as if the joints had rusted. I moved like a man half again my age. This was definitely not how I wanted to see Emma again.

But my fate was what it was. I could do little more than nod at her suggested course of treatment. I didn't want to be subject to her temptations yet again, but what other option did I have? I couldn't deny I needed the help. And I couldn't deny that Emma was skilled at providing such help.

"Sure," I mumbled in response. "Whatever you recommend."

Fortunately the first part of therapy had me on my stomach. That made it fairly easy to avoid looking at her delightful body. Admittedly, my libido was on a sufficiently light trigger that the feel of her fingers on my bare back soon had my cock twitching. But after a minute it just became yet another massage given by some faceless individual. I put out of my head who was working me over and focused on the coiled discomfort in my lower back.

 

[Vailyn]

The next hour passed in concentrated effort as I used the heating packs to help loosen up his overwrought muscles and used several easy stretches to warm up his limbs. The pungent scent of herby menthol filled the air and cleared the sinuses. I used up a quarter of the jar of Tiger Balm. Liberally spreading the gel ointment over his back and waist.

I took off the heating packs to reheat and covered Jacob with a colorful afghan that had covered the sofa. "Stay put. I'm going to reheat the packs. Just take it easy. I want the ointment to have some time to soak in and do its job."

My hands cooled with the slightest movement of air and warmed bone deep at the same time. The odd duality of temperatures and relaxing affect of Tiger balm soothed me as I rinsed the few wash clothes and wrapped them around the packs before nuking them again. Leaning against the granite counters, I took a few minutes to relax my tense shoulders and rotated my neck slowly to ease the tension. Restless fingers wrangled with each other as I massaged them habitually.

Whatever Jacob did, he locked up his lower back in a vise grip that I've only manage to loosen up a little. I did manage to unlock his upper torso and hips from a great statue imitation. That will help his lower back from spasming.

The problem was treatment. I could work for another half hour and make him comfortable enough for the night but he really needed help for the next few days.

My mind balked at the idea of spending days alone with him.

"What a terrible idea." I grumbled to myself. The microwave beeped and stalled my mutters. Rolling the problem in my mind, I stacked up the tray and went back to the living room.

"Jacob?"

He grunted something.

"I'm going to put the heating packs on your back. Try not to flinch or tighten up in response. It'll feel odd with the Tiger Balm." I lifted the afghan and placed the heating packs over his lower back and hips. Covered the packs with two hand towels and then replaced the crocheted blanket.

"Jacob, you need to listen. Are you awake?" I leaned over to look at his face. The frown lines loosened up and he seemed to be peacefully resting. I patted his cheek. One eyelid reluctantly opened and he grunted at me again. He looked grumpily adorable. I bite back my smile.

"Pay attention. You need to see if Sheila can take this week off of work and stay home with you. I can leave some instructions on what she can do to help you and come back on Friday for our usual session. You should be better by then. If you both do as I instruct, you'll be back on your feet by the weekend."

I pulled out a notepad from my bag and started writing notes.

"For the next few days, I recommend you staying on this floor and sleeping on a flat surface. You shouldn't be lifting anything or climbing too many stairs until the muscles in your lower back relax a little. What I've done will help for tonight but you'll need assistance tomorrow. You'll need to do light stretches to warm up your muscles and have the heating packs put on you at least twice a day. You should take advantage of your jacuzzi and use that for about an hour each day. If the pain gets bad enough to make your back lock up, have Shelia massage Tiger Balm on your back and then place the heating packs on top. Make sure to lie still for half an hour."

I tore off the instructions and list of supplies and put them on the coffee table. "I'll leave the heating packs and pick them back up when I come back on Friday."

Giving in a little, I placed my hand on his neck. The ends of his hair tickling my knuckles. His neck felt normal and there was no rise in his temperature. I wanted to caress his jaw and let my fingers sink into his hair but I didn't. I only squeezed his neck a little and patted it lightly.

"I'll let myself out. If either of you have any questions, just give me a call. I'll see you in a few days, Jacob."

 

[saedo]

Any concern I had about my under-served libido getting loose was soon set aside. Emma's approach to me solved that concern. Apparently searing discomfort worked as well as an icy shower.

Emma left me feeling marginally better, but with a laundry list of instructions to follow in her absence. I balked when I initially read it. I suspected that my previous encounters with her had soured her opinion and so now she wanted me to suffer.

Sheila saw things a bit more clearly, of course. She chided me for my grumbling and saw to it that I followed Emma's instructions to the letter.

Admittedly, the treatment helped. Much as I was loathe to do more than lie flat the various heating and massaging the tender area did loosen me up. After a couple days, I could move around with only minor difficulty. By week's end, I was almost feeling normal.

Unfortunately, Sheila saw this as further proof that Emma was the best therapist for me. My diminishing pain also meant a resurgence in my libido, so I steadfastly hoped to remove temptation by cancelling Emma's appointment. But the merest suggestion that perhaps I didn't need any more sessions with Emma was met with withering disregard by Sheila. Having helped so much with my knee and now my back, Sheila would brook no discussion of cancelling any further appointments with Emma. Friday's would take place as scheduled - no ifs, ands, or buts.