Meeting Lisa E Part 8 – The Doctor - Sex Stories

Meeting Lisa E Part 8 – The Doctor

Meeting Lisa E Part 8 – The Doctor

During this point in the story, I happened to go to a party with my girlfriend. She introduced me to a lot of ladies who had university master’s degrees in Psych. A few were doing a PhD. One lady in particular was studying childhood sexual trauma, and its effect on the person as an adult in later life. Let’s call her Linda.

We had quite a long conversation. I told her a few of the issues with my friend Lisa. The lady said that Lisa’s party alcoholism was classic suppressed sexual trauma. After a while she asked me for my phone number. I was happy to give her my number. I rejoined the group and my girlfriend. I told her I had given Linda my number, as she had an interest in some of Lisa’s stories. She smiled and kissed me, then said “Remember my rules, no playing with people I work with.”

I nodded, but wondered at her funny little smile.

That party night, my girlfriend seemed very caught up with Linda and a couple of other bright outgoing ladies. I enjoyed the company of one of Jaynes special work buddies. Her name was Sandy. She was a very petite lady with long black hair, and a very classy demure dress sense. Sandy was 90 pounds (42kg) and about five foot nothing. She had a nice happy personality, and for all the world looked like a school mam, or perhaps preacher’s wife. We had often talked while attending parties. My girlfriend would be off dancing or laughing loudly in big groups of girls. Sandy preferred the quiet chat and ...

... staying out of the spot light.

Sandy always spoke very highly of my girlfriend. She would tell me little stories about work situations, where my girlfriends kind heart and strong support of people who were less fortunate stood out. Sandy would also talk to me about some of the things I did, that showed me that my girlfriend confided in Sandy. That friendship did not extend to telling Sandy anything about our bizarre open sex life. This night Sandy was getting much closer than her usual close conversation. She frequently touched my biceps and face. If the music was loud, she would speak into my ear, and I noticed she was sniffing my aftershave. A couple of times her lips touched my neck. She immediately apologised and said “These damn high heels are very hard to balance on.”

I looked down at her feet. They were covered by her long dress. Sandy swooshed her dress a little, revealing hot red stiletto shoes for a brief second.

I said “Wow they are very sexy shoes. They look very expensive. Don’t let Jayne see those. She will be trying them on in no time.”

Sandy took my hand and led me away from the dance floor. We left that area and went further into the house. When we found a lounge room, Sandy sat in a big armchair.

Sandy said “Did you really like my shoes? I bought them in Italy. I sometimes wear them at home, but this is the first time I have ever worn them out. May I tell you a secret? You must never tell anyone, not even Jayne!”

I nodded and said “I can be ...