It was two or three days later that the actual physical therapist came to my house. K was taking care of me in the morning when the therapist arrived. There was also a heatwave outside, so K asked if while she was here if she could go swim with my sister. I was more than ok to not have K watch me doing PT.

The therapist mostly had me trying to sit up on my own and stand with her help. She was older, but very beautiful and had large breasts that often seemed to get in our way. At one time, I almost fell and grabbed onto her breast to keep myself from falling over. She caught me too and I eased my grip but I could really tell how soft they were.

Towards the end of therapy, I was half hard and obviously showing through my athletic style shorts. The therapist asked me, “how are your ejaculations going? Are you getting one or more a day?”

“Uh, ejaculations?” I stammered

“Yes, you are supposed to be ejaculating at least once a day, everyday.”

“Oh yeah, I am.” I had the realization that maybe K was giving me head because she had to instead of wanting to. I immediately got nervous.

Shortly after, K walked in. She was still wearing her swimsuit, a dark blue bikini that was slightly wet and tight to her skin. My slight erection became mostly hard.

The therapist and K started talking to each other about how I did and what K could do during the day to keep me moving in the right direction. I just stared at K. My eyes were drawn to her breasts, where her nipples poked at the fabric. Then to her flat tummy, with her pierced belly button and silver chain dangling from it. My eyes then fell to her crotch, where I could see her mound stretch the fabric and her slit clearly down the middle.

My mind restarted once I heard them talking about my erections. The therapist told K that my hyperspermia could be messy but that I should ejaculate once, or more, per day so they could retest me. K assured the therapist that she would make sure I ejaculated right after she left since I was visibly hard. I was embarrassed that they were talking about my penis and erections so blatantly in front of me but when K turned to leave with the therapist I saw her bikini butt. Her bikini was overlapping right in the middle exposing so much of her cheeks.

When the two of them left to walk out the door, I used my good hand to stroke myself. I closed my eyes and saw K in her bikini and was instantly fully erect and stroking my entire length. When K came back in the room she goes,” Oh NO no no. You do not do that while I’m here!”

Startled, I froze, my hand still on my dick. She slapped that away, hard, and immediately took my full length into her mouth. I could reach her butt, but only with my broken hand. I still slid it under her bikini and rubbed the entirety of her one buttcheek. It didn’t take long, but as I got closer, my hand ventured closer to her pussy. Eventually, I could feel her wetness on my fingertips and immediately I came in her mouth. After she swallowed and caught her breath, she moved on her knees to my chest and laid her head down. I could tell she was already touching herself when she asked, “would it be ok if I took a minute to get myself off?”

“That’s ok, but when you're done I want to clean your fingers with my mouth.” Then I watched her face and stroked her hair as she orgasmed.

“Would it be OK if I did that again?” she pleaded. I said yes and watched again. This time when she orgasmed she lifted her mouth to mine and shoved her tongue deep in my mouth. I reciprocated and she moaned directly into my mouth while our tongues explored. When she relaxed she sat on the floor next to me and presented her fingers to my mouth. I gently sucked each one individually, enjoying the flavor of her pussy.

We stayed there for a while while I stroked her hair. Finally she blurted out, “whenever you can stand on your own, I want to bend me naked over your walker and fuck me.” I don’t really remember the rest of that day, my mind couldn’t get that image out of my head. I had never seen her naked, but I liked imagining it.