It was only an hour long session but this time it seemed so much longer. She sat in the comfortable chair opposite his separated by a small low circular table, just large enough to hold two cups of coffee. Unlike some of his patients, she got right down to it. She was a student at the University. She explained she had a problem with exhibitionism. Inwardly he was amused because she was such an extraordinarily good looking woman. He assumed she must get plenty of attention.
She was dressed in a short tight black skirt and a white linen blouse that appeared a bit too small for her full grapefruit sized breasts. The buttons of the blouse strained across her chest creating gaps and folds in the material. She went on to say how she felt she had an addiction and, as she spoke, she matter-of-factly unbuttoned the most strained button in the middle of her breast and turned slightly to her right giving me a view of the white lacy bra underneath.
She never stopped talking and it was as though she was unaware of what she was doing.
“I never wear any panties. See.” She pulled up her skirt and opened her legs fully exposing her clean shaven intimate area to me. “And that is probably unsanitary. But I can’t seem to help myself. Do you think that wearing no panties is unhealthy, doctor?” She left her legs open. He moved his open notebook to cover his lap.
“Not necessarily, Elaine. What do you do during “that” time of the month?”
“Oh, well, I wear panties then sometimes but sometimes I just use a tampon and the string dangles down here.” She pointed toward the junction of her open legs to draw his attention to the area. He had been trying to look her in the eyes. She went on talking about how she was from a large family. How she had many siblings and as one of the younger ones, she got very little attention. Her father died when she was just ten. All of this added up to her feeling invisible. She began to unbutton more of her blouse, slowly, without any comment about what she was doing.
“So how does this exhibitionism affect your daily life? How does it interfere with your work or your studies or your relationships?”
“Well, as far as relationships go, it’s been a disaster. The girls all think I dress like a slut and they hate me and some of the boys think I am a slut and assume my exhibitionism means that I am easy.
“I’m not,” she said emphatically. She pulled the blouse out of her waist and opened it all the way, pausing shortly, before standing to remove it completely. She began removing her bra.
“Do you mind, doctor. I find clothes constraining.”
“Well,” he stuttered, “tell me more about how this problem is affecting your life.” He knew he should have told her to stop but he didn’t really want her to. He found her body breathtaking. As she removed her bra and exposed her rosy still nipples to him, he had to adjust his seat a bit. He moved as little as possible but enough to straighten his hidden member.
“Well I’ve had a few jobs but they have only been part time and I do get criticized all the time for the clothes I wear.”
“But you do manage to keep your clothes on while you work?”
“Mostly. But if I’m alone or with just a couple of people sometimes I indulge. Like the time I went into the office on the weekend and there was just me and a couple of the guys there. They apparently turn down the AC during the weekend and it was hot, so I asked the guys if they would mind if I took off my clothes. No one objected. You see usually I ask first and people don’t seem to mind. At least the guys don’t. “ After removing her bra she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. He was mesmerized by this naked beauty that stood before him. She sat down and crossed her legs placing her hands demurely into her lap.
“What about at school? How are your grades?”
“Oh they’re OK. Not great. I don’t study enough.”
“How do you manage your exhibitionism in class?”
“Well, it is a university, you know, so I can wear almost anything I want and I often wear revealing clothes. They don’t hassle me as much. In fact, not at all. Unlike in High School where I used to get in trouble all the time. Like the time I wore a see through blouse in High School. I had a bra on and everything but they called my parents and made my mom come and pick me up. What a hassle! Now I ask you, Doctor, why would anyone not want to look at these?” She held her breasts in her hands and pointed them at him. Her rosy areolas were the size of quarters and her nipples looked like clam necks.
He decided he would count the number of bumps around each when he heard her say louder and louder, “Doctor, doctor, DOCTOR!” He awoke to the shout in his intercom.
“Yes, Betty, what is it.”
“Your 3:00 is here. Miss Elaine Drubansky.”
“Thanks, Betty, I’ll be right out.” He knew these afternoon naps would have to end.
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