Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2005 08:57:14 -0400
From: Anonymous
Subject: Dr. Tara

       She was a strikingly beautiful woman. She had all the beauty of long
auburn hair, piercingly light green eyes, and a smile that melts away at
your heart as not only to show her kindness but also the power of the woman
deep inside. I had met her at my interview for the company that I had been
trying to get a job at for several years prior.I finally had an interview
and I was interviewing before a panel of two managers for a matter of 20
minutes before the woman that would change my life would make her entrance
to up the panel to an intimidating threesome. She introduced herself as
Tara, only to find out later in the interview that it was a mere modest
introduction as she actually deserved to be introduced at Dr. Tara, as
everyone else in the company had called her that.  I remember being
intimidated by her education and trying very hard to pay attention to the
words that followed as my mind would continue to wonder what a genius she
must really be to be working in the financial department of a Fortune 500
company and having the time to complete her doctorate.  Educated people
always intimidate me, but they are also the only people that I seem to
trust when it comes right down to it. For me, a mind melting of senses and
feelings can be more sexually powerful than any single touch that a person
could give me.  Although I am a woman myself, I personally ached for the
touch of another beautifully sensitive and intelligent woman. Low and
behold, there in the interview sitting before me was the woman that would
soon make all of my senses rage uncontrollably.

	 The gut-wrenching pacing of the hours to follow after the
interview was complete, would come to an enjoyable conclusion when I would
receive a call from Dr.  Tara telling me to start on Monday. I thought for
sure, that I was unable to keep up with the intellect in the room and that
Dr. Tara would not find me to be up to par.  Far behind the others in
schooling, I probably wouldn't have even questioned their decline if it was
in fact a rejection call.  Somehow fate had made its mark and I had charmed
them in the only way that I knew how, with my eagerness to learn and
explore, and my genuine integrity.

	The first day of work was as uneasy as any first day of anything
new for me.  I passed out my "Thank You" cards to the three interviewers
that hired me.  Dr. Tara accepted her card graciously, yet never said
another word about it after she read it.  I though for sure it would spark
an interest or some sort of conversation, but it didn't.  I remember
thinking this was my queue to keep myself in line. She's not my direct
boss, but none-the less, she's still a boss. Still...it was a bit
disappointing. I wanted her to see me for who I was, and for how grateful I
was to be given a chance. Moreover, I think I really just wanted to create
a spark.

	As the days went on and more training questions arose, my
interactions with Dr. Tara were starting to be more frequent. This was my
chance to prove myself as genuine in my feelings and worthy of my
position. I remember sitting in her office for a meeting with 2 other
people talking about auditing when I glanced up at her diploma displayed on
the wall. I remember the feeling of intimidation running from my brain,
through my heart, and into the pit of my stomach when I read the words
"Doctor of Psychology" on her diploma. Not only is this woman a genius in
the financial field, but she has a PhD in an entirely different
field. Psychology? Wow!  I could hardly speak or even find myself worthy to
look into her eyes after reading that.

	Days went by and our interactions became friendlier and more
magical. There were playful emails jotting back and forth, while my
curiosity for her was growing uncontrollably. At some points, it was
getting the best of me and sparking occasional personal questions that she
didn't seem to mind answering. I was falling for a 50 year old woman, that
was divorced and living 2,000 miles away from her ex-husband and
daughter. I, being 32 years old, would never expect or assume she could
reciprocate the feelings, or even assume that another woman could be
pleasing to her.  Yet, the playful giggles and chance happenings upon one
another in the coffee room were becoming overwhelming inside of me. I had
to carefully explore this without ruining my career, or without
jeopardizing a possible budding friendship that could mean more to me than
my seemingly silly "crush".  However, I could not stop telling myself that
she is a woman with needs too...and that I could help her meet those needs
even if only for a few times. I knew that I could, for just one moment of
my life, be the one with the power if I could make that happen.

	I eagerly requested her presence at the Companyy Picnic so that I
could have some "outside of work" alone time with her. I needed to explore
this possibility within my own mind and I was feeling that it was starting
to be mutual. Although the first response was not an extremely positive
one, she did change her mind and agree to meet me there. My heart was
pumping blood faster than my body could process it. I think the majority of
the blood found its way downstairs to a throbbing sexual organ.  No, I
would not, and I could not take care of that myself.  I needed to wait, for
the true builder of these senses to be the one to release me.

	The picnic went well and the conversation was light until the pain
set in when she started to share memories leading up to her divorce. I knew
he had hurt her in physical ways but it was the emotional ways that tugged
at my heart strings. I could not say it, but I knew it...that I could never
hurt her that way...or any way for that matter.  I placed my hand swiftly
over the top of hers as a gesture for her to begin to trust in that. Such a
beautiful and intelligent woman...and undoubtedly someone had to take
advantage of that. Isn't that just like a man? I thought to myself.  To
take and take until there's nothing left without even a thought of
fulfilling the needs of the other. I started to realize that the depth of
our conversation was beginning to take its toll. She suddenly stood up and
asked if I'd like to take a walk with her. So we walked, and we talked, and
we scaled the outer skirts of some of her pain until. We finally rounded a
corner where I noticed that we were alone. The conversation came to a halt
and I pulled her body close to mine and just held her tight. Her head lay
just above my left collar bone and my hand was rested on the back of her
head. I subtly started stoking her hair, trying not to shock her. I felt a
bit of resistance at first and then I heard a few sobs, and suddenly the
resistance turned into reciprocation. She closed both of her arms around my
back and I felt her body quiver as she continued to let out her sorrow. I
knew at that moment, no matter what I wanted from her and no matter what my
feelings were toward her...I had to be responsible for this trust that she
had just bestowed on me. I would not be a person who would take advantage
of that. I kissed her on her cheek, wiped the tears from her face with my
hand and told her that everything would be fine, and that no one could hurt
her anymore. I assured her that at least for that moment, she was safe
there with me and no one else had to know anything we were discussing. We
finally shared a few smiles as my attempt to get her to perk up was finally
working.  It was a very memorable moment for the both of us. One that I
knew we would never forget.

	Later that week after some much needed space and a few passing
smiles, Dr. Tara came by my office and asked if I'd like to have dinner
with her that Friday night. I certainly jumped at the chance and accepted
the offer. I was gleaming inside. She told me that she just wanted to thank
me for being a friend when she most needed one.  I was just honored that
she would let me be that person for her.

       That week had to be one of the longest weeks of my life. I just
couldn't wait for Friday night to come. After a few more average working
days and working conversations...Friday finally came. "See you tonight
then"? she whispered as she went past my office door. "Sure thing Dr. Tara"
I said with a smile as I gathered my things.

	I pulled up at her apartment and headed to the door with a bottle
of wine, only to find Dr. Tara standing at the door already with a glass of
wine in each hand. She proceeded to tell me that she makes her own wine
from scratch. It was indeed great wine, but a single glass of her homemade
wine packed the punch of 3 glasses of my store bought brand. I think she
knew this...and this was why she was purposely filling my glass after what
seemed to be every sip that I took. Soon the night of intimidation and
mixed feelings turned to one of ease and comfort. Was it the wine, or the
warmth of the company? Maybe it was the perfect combination of both.

       After diner she had me sit with her on the couch. She reached over
and grabbed my hand tight as she explained her actions on the day of the
picnic. She told me she had never trusted these stories to anyone before
and that she was grateful to be able to trust me with them. She also
assured me that her moments of weakness would never prevail and that she
was a strong woman in every sense of the meaning. I believed her without a
doubt and I assured her I didn't think any less of her, rather the
opposite. She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. She
whispered into my ear, the words that I never expected any woman of her
stature to ever say. She said "my strength can handle the fear for the both
of us...for what is about to happen here tonight." How did she know that?
How did she know everything I wanted and everything I feared all at once?
She just did. She was absolutely amazing. The passionate kiss that followed
was the bandage for all of my doubts. I knew, for many reasons, but mostly
for the pain that she had been through...that I would not be a leader in
any of the events that I was secretly hoping would take place on the couch
that night. The only move I would make is one that I knew was welcomed
beforehand.

       After several more calming words, Dr. Tara grabbed my hand
again. She set her wine glass down on the coffee table and leaned over with
another deep and passionate kiss. Our tongues explored the tastes of each
others as our hands came unclasped in search of an embrace.  The rush of
the moment seemed to last forever, yet the yearning of her touch was the
biggest tease of my life. I wanted to touch her breasts and to feel the
security of being in her arms. Not surprisingly, right after, her arm came
around my back guiding my hand to her breast. My entire hand was now on her
right breast over her shear purple blouse and her thin satin bra. As I
cupped her right breast in my hand, I forced my thumb over her hardened
nipple. I flicked back and forth though the layers of clothing
constrictions and still managed to bring forth a meaningful moan. She
reached under my shirt and lifted my bra over my breasts. Her hands
explored every curve and hard tip of my breasts, sending waves of pleasure
rushing through my body and between my thighs. I carefully undressed her
until she was fully naked on top, still leaving the wonderment of her
bottom half covered for further exploration. I gently laid her back on the
couch with my hand still on her breast squeezing with pleasure and softly
tugging at her nipples.  She was in an awkward position, but she managed to
reach over and pull my shirt and bra over my head in one swoop. Tossing it
aside, she then guided my breast to her mouth. As her tongue danced in
circles I arched with her suctions. Several moments after my mouth had
explored her nipples, I watched her face again as it plummeted into my
chest.  I stroked her long auburn hair waiting for a glimpse of her light
green eyes.  When she finally looked up at me with her tender yet powerful
smile, I felt a finger tracing my crevice and the pressure was increasing
with every passing motion. After several ecstatic moments of almost
climatic touches, I heard her say, "It's time to play hard now".  I leaned
back as I watched her slide her skirt and panties off and toss them across
the room. I took a momentary glance at her body...and in amazement I fell
silent.  She was so beautiful laying there bare skinned on a leather
couch. Her age did not show on any part of her body. Not that I would have
cared if it did, because nothing could have tainted this kind of passion. I
had to tell her how beautiful she was, and moreover...I had to show her. I
ripped my pants down and lay over her body. I placed my hands between her
thighs and began to explore her hairy mound as our breasts were touching on
another. She stroked my hair and softly kissed me on every part of my
face. It was time, I thought...it was time for me to take the
initiative. Just like my interview, I had to prove my eagerness to learn
and explore and show her my genuine integrity. I slid my finger slowly from
the tip of her opening until I found her hard wet pearl. It was so silky
and hot as my finger lunged in playful circles around her clit. Her hips
turned in motion as I continued to play. Every so often I would spread her
lips back exposing her spot of joy and she would let out a sweet little
whimper. I rubbed her for only a few seconds before her tongue had found my
mouth again and the moans were transferred from her mouth into mine.  Soon
to follow, her finger found my throbbing hot spot.  "Baby girl...you are so
good" she proclaimed as she continued to rub me faster and faster. Her
finger would slide to the tip of my vagina and back, but never inside.
"Oh, Doc...you are amazing...this is amazing!" I gasped as she thrust over
my clitoris in swift and pleasingly hard circles. Her mouth came apart from
mine when she whispered in my ears "are you ready? Oh, honey!" she took a
long hard breath..."are you ready to cum with me?"  "Yes!" I gasped
back. She guided my head to her breasts and held me tight against them as
she circled my clitoris faster and faster and faster and faster.  I
continued to rub her harder and faster mimicking her every move that she
was doing to me...until our moans were in rhythm.  I felt her harden even
more on my finger as I raced over her clit. Our moans grew louder yet mine
were still being muffled by her tender nipple placed ever so perfectly in
my mouth.  Her embrace was the strongest and tightest I had ever felt. We
were exploding...by one another's hands...and it was the most wonderful
feeling to be there with her on that couch, in every way possible.
Emotionally, mentally, physically...virually every possible way.
Simultaneously we both came and the fluids warmed our hands as the circles
of pleasure drew to a slowing conclusion. The embrace of her arms let up
slightly and guided or mouths to each others. "You were so wonderful baby
girl" she whispered in between breaths.  I told her she was beautiful as I
lay exhausted in her arms. She whispered her wisdom on the psychology of
love to me as we lay content in each other arms. "This is love, and it is
never anything to be ashamed of. What we shared here together was brave,
for it is often never even explored...and in reality, that is where the
shame should lie."