Clinical Sensations

Chapter 8

Lydia

When Jonathan’s breath had felt hot and moist against her inner thigh, she almost thought she had had a premature orgasm. The immediate wrenching of her gut that was almost painful, extremely pleasurable, and shocking since that had never happened to her before.

She brought herself up to roll back on her heals and began to reach behind and unhook the clasp that was restricting her breathing. All she wanted to do was get out of as many clothes that she could. This man was driving her to her knees, literally.

His golden mane and sea-green eyes were stuck fast in her mind while she took one of her own nipples between her fingers and squeezed. She did this while holding her hair back for him to watch over her shoulder.

“Tell me again why I have to leave? I know I should, I just can’t think of a good enough reason, not right now.”

“No. Not right now.”

“Will you kiss me with your mouth…here.”

She arched her head back to let it lean on his chest while arching her back at the same time letting him rest his head on her shoulder and reaching around to grab her around the waist. She guided his hand with hers covering her breast kneading it.

Turning her, Jonathan made sure that he kept a firm hand on her hip as he did so. She was too quick and took a step backward onto the chair behind her. Perfect.

Jonathan stepped up to her able to put her lips to his mouth while she stood on the chair. He darted his tongue along her labia while one hand kept himself from being spent too soon. His other hand kneaded and caressed her calve hoping to tire her so that what he would do next could be done with ease.

With one arm he encircled it around her waist to pull her in close while slipping into her like diving into deep water. Letting the water take you in and for a moment all sense is lost only to come back with drawing of that single breath above the waves. He nearly lost control on that wave and she could feel the way it was cresting inside her.

They spent most of the evening with each other and after they were spent, they made their way to the shower in Johnathan’s office.

The water was fresh and clean as it poured over Lydia’s body and she couldn’t help but smile at the evening she had with the man who was resting on the couch in his office. She peeked from around the corner of the shower door to see him lounging on the arm, pants still undone, and having an e- cigarette.

As she washed herself down letting the soap lather and foam, she dowsed her face in the steaming water and thought of Angelica and what she would do next. Did she still have a key? She could have made a copy.

The incident that had happened a few days ago that her supervisor had mention to her that was to be brought up as a potential interview topic was one that had interested her after the run in on the street with Angelica. She didn’t like the woman. Lydia knew that Angelica was a problem and she needed to hear from Jonathan about the whole debacle.

Finishing up she made her way to him with a towel wrapped around her and nothing else. She glanced around the office which was spacious and saw that her clothes had been folded and placed on the desk with care and made her way to the chair opposite to him.

“I have to ask. Angelica. What is she to you?”

“Really, right to the point, ok.”

And with this last thing that was said he put his barefoot on the chair between her legs which made her sit back a bit. To his surprise she was still smiling and sat forward to begin to rub his foot still fresh from the fun they had had earlier.

“Don’t get me wrong. I want to know for personal reasons. Not professionally.”

His eyes narrowed, taking the time to think about things while wiggling his toes in her fingers. He even had a tattoo of a sun on his foot that she hadn’t noticed before. It was older than the rest and had been there for a long time, faded, still the blues came through with hints of orange. Finally, he smiled that smile and said,

“Are you sure?”

“I need to know. I can’t ethically have a relationship with a man who my employer has an interest in. I want to know how serious you want to take me. If this is going to continue, and, if it does, Angelica matters.”

“I have only been with women who saw me as a toy, or a way to get ahead. Are you saying you would walk from your job? If it came down to it?”

“Yes.”

The lights to the waiting room were flicked on. Someone had come in early. Johnathan jumped up and did up his pants and quickly shoved his broad shoulders into one of the new shirts that had been placed in the quaint little emergency closet that was to the right of his desk.

“Dr. Beckman? Are you there?”

Lydia casually strode to the desk and began to get dressed. If someone was going to walk in on her than so be it. She had nothing to be embarrassed about. And, neither did he.

“Dr. Beckman?”

“Don’t worry Carol, I’ll be right there.”

And with a quick turn to see that Lydia had already put on her blouse and was doing up the button let the door slide open.

Carol was the front desk receptionist that worked part-time and was like a mother to Jonathan. She came in with the newspaper which he hadn’t had the heart to tell her that he got all his news on his phone.

“I’m sorry Dr. Beckman I didn’t know that you were here. And, oh…”

“It’s alright. My name is Lydia, I am a friend of Dr. Beckman. I was just leaving actually.”

“No worries dear. No need to try to pull the wool over these old eyes. You two go on and have a lovely day. Oh, and Dr. Beckman,” Carol smiled and winked at him, “what should I do if the harlot comes back?”

At this Jonathan had the decency to blush a little. It was like Lydia was being introduced to the family the morning after. Nothing like having the image of her walking down to the kitchen table with the relatives all gathered around New Years Day to have coffee and a “hello and nice to meet you” moment.

“If Angelica show up Carol. You have my go ahead to call the police.”

“Finally! Thank you that no good, two-faced old woman doesn’t deserve to have you. She can take her- “

“Ahem.”

Lydia was smiling at Carol and from there liked her on the spot.

“Lydia. I am taking you to your apartment. Were not done with the interview.”

Carol knowingly smiled and turned to deposit her bags at the front desk and gave them both one of her famous winks while waving her hand signaling them to be on their way.

“Jonathan, I think I like your secretary a lot.”

He smiled down on her and they continued out the door to Lydia’s apartment.