This is Part 3, for parts 1 and 2, you can find them under the same title.

A short summary for folks who missed it: I'm a female counselor in my 40s, very professional, who is working with Adam, my client experiencing severe sexual shame. In our sessions we work together to help him overcome his sexual shame about his fantasy. Adam has a hard time controlling his arousal during the sessions and I continuously try to offer him reassurances not to be ashamed, but this only makes him harder and more and more frustrated with himself. He's deeply embarrassed by the entire thing. I try to help him alleviate this biting shame. I'm an extremely non-judgemental counselor who truly loves and adores all of my clients.

Ok, last we left off, Adam was sharing his fantasy in the office.

He never quite managed to get the words out. He left frustrated and angry with himself. Now, a week later, he comes back in for his weekly appointment again.

I'm sitting on my chair, waiting for Adam to arrive. I love this chair. It's extremely comfortable and spacious, exactly what I'd always dreamed of when I was in counseling school. I'm remembering our appointment last week and how it went. Adam was so nervous to tell me his fantasy. He had so much shame about his completely innocent thoughts and desire. I'd been thinking about him all week. How sweet it was that he trusted me this much, how brave he'd been to be so vulnerable with me.

I really like Adam.

He's one of those men that women always dream of having in their lives. Good career, warm gestures, soft-hearted. Professional, strong, attractive. His wife was very lucky.

I don't feel jealous of his wife or anything like that, Adam is my client and I would never think of him as anything else. Plus, I have a husband at home I love and adore so much. It's not that I desire to be with Adam, it's just that I admire him as my client and as a person. I appreciate his willingness to explore his vulnerability and I want to help him achieve emotional health.

I'm smiling to myself as I imagine him coming into our session any minute now.

But 6pm comes and... he's still not here. That's unlike him. Usually he's 5 minutes early.

I start to get worried. Did we go too far last week? Too deep? Too exposed? Was he never going to return out of embarrassment?

6:02, and he's still not here.

And then, the door slides open. His face sheepishly looks at me while he enters the room slowly.

It's hard to describe the combination of emotions on his face. It's soft, warm... there's desire there, like I can tell he's really glad to see me. And then there's embarrassment, like, he's not sure how I'm going to receive him after last week's session.

He looks at me like a teenager who loves his mom and wants a hug but feels too silly to ask for one and also feels guilty for not doing the house chores last night.

I give him a big warm smile.

He softens and some of the glumb disappears and he smiles and sits down on the couch.

"It's so good to see you again Adam," I say.

We look at each other for a few minutes.

"Thank you so much Jennifer." He says.

"I can't thank you enough for what you did for me last week. I've been feeling so much better. I know that I still never told you everything but even just telling you some of it really released a lot of the heaviness I've been carrying around."

"I'm so glad, Adam. That's amazing it's had that impact on you."

"You're really good at what you do. This is very healing work."

He looks at me sheepishly again.

I smile.

His hand is absentmindedly headed towards his penis again.

He looks at me, and our eyes are just looking at each other warmly, softly, non-judgementally, and I smile at him and he slowly begins moving his hands back and forth over his cock again.

This time I really smile big. And give a little laugh.

I'm totally mesmerized by the energy in the room.

I look down at his penis again and smile.

And giggle.

And look back at his eyes.

He's melting like a little kid looking at an Angel.

"Adam," I say...

But then I don't know what to say next, so I don't, I just smile.

I'm noticing how wet I'm becoming now. It's pooling in my lace underwear and my clit is now hard enough that it's bumping up against the seam, which is wrapped tightly over it. I have a pretty big clit and so when it becomes aroused it tends to be quite sensitive to the fabric and pushes up quite easily.

My body gives a little shudder.

I want to keep it professional so I don't say anything.

"You don't look so embarrassed or shameful today," I tell Adam.

"I'm so proud of you," I tell him.

"You're wife is going to be so happy that you both can be more free in the bedroom to explore together," I tell him.

"I'm so grateful for all you've done for us, Jennifer, this is really going to change our sex lives," he says, and he starts crying in gratitude and relief.

He starts stroking his cock again while he's crying.

His breath becomes faster, his body lightly shakes

I watch him in enjoyment

it's beautiful to watch him feel so much so freely, without shame or guilt

I sit back in my chair and watch, and I can feel my clit push up against the seam of my lace panties. I love the feeling of the texture of lace on the tip of my clit.

My breathing starts to become heavier and I start to become warmer, softer, melting into the chair.

I encourage him to continue with my energy, my warmth

He's rubbing his cock slowly now, very, very slowly

up..... and down, up..... and down

lingering on the up for a few moments before coming down

he's completely at ease

he looks at my face, and see's how soft it is. how there's a complete lack of tension anywhere in my body. We're both just melted, enjoying the pleasure in the air

He rubs his thumb gently over the tip of his cock through his pants

just once

and then leaves his hand sitting there on top for a moment

and then rubs the thumb over the tip again

and then leaves the hand sitting again for a moment

then he gently squeezes the tip of his dick

really, very slowly. every so slowly and gently massaging it

his foot twitches

he looks at me again

as he's gently massaging the tip of his penis

"I never thought I'd ever feel this good again," he tells me

and then more tears run down his face

I smile.

As he allows his tears to fall, he gently grasps his whole dick with his hand and just holds it, cupping it

he squeezes it gently and holds it there while the tears run down his face

his hand gently pulses over his shaft.

We sit there in this moment together and his breathing becomes harder again, speeds up slightly..

He continues to gently massage himself

and we just breath together.

.

.

.

At this point, I'm completely soaking through everything I'm wearing. I'm aware that I'm probably soaking into the chair cushion, my favorite chair, but I decide not to care. I just allow myself to enjoy the feelings I'm experiencing.

My clit pulses every now again and when it does so, it pushes up against the seam of my panties, and this sends another rush of warmth cascading throughout my entire body, which results in another little flow of wetness out of my opening... and I feel it spread just a little bit wider, just a little bit deeper

I allow the waves to simply crash over me, little wave by little wave, one at a time

with these delicious, slow moments of contentedness in between

With each wave, my breath becomes just a little bit heavier

I look over at Adam again and he's doing the same, just sitting there, enjoying the waves

it's so, so nice to be in pleasure like this. slow, gentle, easeful pleasure. contentment.

I look at him again, and this time... I look at him with a bit more... focus.

An image crosses my mind of my hand moving across my pants, brushing over my clit...

I couldn't possibly do that, right? That would be wrong?

I stare into his eyes while I contemplate this

Should I do it? Can I do it?

I think about how much relief this would bring me

How good it would feel

How would Adam feel about it? Would he think it's crossing a line?

I look down at his penis, and then again at his eyes... and then down at his penis... and then again at his eyes...

and then I look down at my hand...

and then down at my... warm, wet... beautiful... hole...

My beautiful little bulge bulging out between my pants. I'm wearing these soft flowy pants, the fabric is quite thin and clings to every curve and edge... it's very easy to see the outline of my clit which is visibly hard...

I have a moment of panic. I had no idea I'd been this visible this entire time. I look up at Adam in shock and embarrassment, all over my face...

and he says...

"It's ok Jennifer, it's natural to be aroused. That's what you taught me."

As soon as he says this, it was like I couldn't wait any longer... my hand simply instinctively moved towards my clit and I'm about to touch it when...

I pause myself...

My fingers are inches away from the outside of my soft pants and the little clit bulge and I look up at Adam and make eye contact with him

My mouth is wide open in shock

it's almost like I'm saying "I'm sorry..." and "did I really just do that? did I really just move my hand...?"

He looks at me, totally calm, but not moving at all. He's completely stopped stroking himself. It's like I've so caught his attention that he's fully just waiting to see what I do.

I sit there with my hand hovering over my bulge, looking at his eyes, wondering what I'm going to do...

and I slowly, tentatively, lower my hand onto my clit...

and when my hand touches my clit, my mouth opens in surprise at the sensation...

and my breath becomes heavier and heavier, I'm breathing heavier and heavier now as I gently press on my clit, slowly pushing it in with my fingers.

I make eye contact with him again and this time I'm the one with shame on my face

but there's no way, absolutely no way, I'm stopping

(Stay tuned for part 4 coming soon!)