Day 1.
My psychiatrist praised this radical therapy for months before I finally agreed to try it. My name is Katie, and I suffer from severe social anxiety. I wake up in the morning and think of ways to avoid social interaction. I have routines to help me endure the socializing that I can’t avoid. My job has minor social strain since I work in a plant nursery. Most of the time, plants are great companions, but a twenty-one-year-old woman shouldn’t live in a self-made cage. I exercise at home, take online college courses, cook my own meals, get my groceries delivered, and so on. I want to travel and meet new people, but simply thinking about leaving my safe routine can bring on a panic attack. So, I’m going to participate in a revolutionary new program called Nude Touch Therapy.
Being locked naked in a room with a stranger for the sole purpose of making skin contact is horrifying to me but less horrifying than speaking in front of a class. Betty, my psychiatrist, claims this advanced technique forces me to confront my fears. In addition, it will shock me out of my routine and reorder my neural pathways to create positive associations in a controlled environment.
When the first session day arrived, I had two anxiety attacks before leaving the house but eventually made it to the clinic. Doctor Betty briefed me on what to expect. The first session involved going into a room naked and greeting another naked, anxious patient. We would be locked in there for thirty minutes with a list of touch-related activities.
“Are you ready, Katie?” Betty asked as she stood with me outside the Nude Room door, ready to take my robe.
“I’m ready to get this over with,” I muttered.
“This technique has helped hundreds of patients just like you. Your session partner is your age and facing the same debilitating anxiety. You both have a lot in common and should be able to help each other. The first session is always scary. If you can get through this part, you can do anything.”
I took a deep breath and bashfully handed Dr. Betty my robe. Then she opened the door and let me in. A door on the opposite wall opened simultaneously, and a naked man stepped into the room with me. We looked at each other in shock as the doors closed behind us, locking us in for thirty minutes. He had dark hair, big gray eyes, a neatly trimmed beard around his jaw, and an appealing body. My initial reaction was attraction. I feared I would vomit from overwhelming anxiety as soon as I stepped into the room, but, by golly, I didn’t! I watched his eyes trail over my body as a blush spread across his cheeks. I assumed he liked my long dark hair, slim waist, and perky breasts. When our eyes met again, we smiled. The situation was painfully awkward, but it overrode the usual anxiety I felt about everything else.
“Uh… hi. I’m Katie,” I stammered. My throat was dry, but I was keeping myself together.
“Hi. I’m Ian,” he said with a little nod.
We had accomplished our first task and made introductions. Then we bashfully looked around the room to avoid staring at each other. The Nude Room was beautiful. The left wall held double patio doors that were propped open, letting in the fragrant spring air. The view through the doors was pristine. A lush garden with a fountain filled the small fenced-in lot beyond the stone patio. The room itself felt like a viewing area for the garden. The only piece of furniture in the room was a large, plush white ottoman. An electronic tablet with a list of activities waited for us on the ottoman.
“Uh, I guess we should look at the list,” I suggested.
“Good idea,” Ian agreed.
We stepped over to the ottoman and leaned in to read the first activity on the screen, and it ordered us to sit down together and tap the screen for the next step. We awkwardly sat down with the tablet between us. Ian nervously kept his hands in his lap, and I did the same. We were attempting to cover up a little, but the second step ruined that effort. It ordered us to face each other on the ottoman, and there wasn’t a modest way to do it. We awkwardly pulled our legs onto the cushy surface to face each other. The tablet screen transitioned again. It ordered us to place our palms together, take a deep breath, and close our eyes for two minutes.
We were blushing furiously as we raised our hands and placed them together. Ian’s skin felt pleasant against mine. We took deep breaths and closed our eyes. No sight forced me to focus on his touch. The sensation was foreign. I hadn’t touched anyone for more than a few seconds in years. His skin was warm and soft. His hands were bigger than mine, making me feel slightly vulnerable. A gentle breeze stirred in the garden and drifted through the patio doors. I shuddered as it caressed my skin. It also carried Ian’s scent around me. His skin smelled really good.
I lost track of time as my thoughts wandered. I eventually opened my eyes to check the time on the tablet. We still had forty seconds left, but I cheated and used that time to admire Ian. It was incredibly strange having a naked man so close to me while I was naked too. His skin was tanned. He had a small patch of hair on his chest that trailed in a thin line down his stomach to his mound. A short glimpse of his genitals left me blushing more. I quickly closed my eyes before he caught me staring. A simple chime from the tablet prompted us to open our eyes. We smiled at each other while keeping our hands together.
The next step was even more intimate. It ordered us to place our right hand on the side of each other’s neck, close our eyes, and take a deep breath. The chime would alert us when to open our eyes again. Ian was chewing his lip as he slowly reached over and placed his right hand against the side of my neck. I quickly did the same to him. Then we closed our eyes and took deep breaths. I could feel his body slightly moving as he filled his lungs and exhaled. After a few seconds, I could feel his pulse against my hand.
The touching exercises were very relaxing in spite of the nudity. I had not expected to feel so calm while touching a naked stranger and being touched in return. The tablet chimed, and we opened our eyes to discover our next step. We were ordered to stand back to back beside the ottoman and lean against each other. Then we had to keep our backs together while taking steps away from each other until we created an arch. We both chuckled at the instructions. We stood and shimmied our backs together. Our butts touched, and it made me feel strange all over. His skin was incredibly soft.
Ian was taller than me, so our arch was slightly unstable. We chuckled as we leaned against each other and stepped forward.
“Wow, this is shaky,” I observed.
“It is. I don’t think we’re making an arch yet. I’ll take more steps. You hold still.”
Once we reached a certain point, we lost our balance and fell to the floor laughing.
“Ouch, sorry. I couldn’t stay still with you pushing me.”
“No problem. It was a good effort.”
We climbed to our feet and looked at the tablet for our next task. We were ordered to look at each other’s faces and say what we like most about them.
“Oh, that’s easy. Your lips are beautiful, so are your eyes,” Ian announced, then he looked down and blushed, surprised by his own boldness.
My cheeks burned after his flattering compliments.
“Thank you, Ian. Uh, will you look at me again?”
He looked at me with red cheeks and an embarrassed smile.
“Your eyes are beautiful, too, and I really like your nose and chin,” I confessed.
“Thank you, Katie,” he said and took a deep breath.
We searched each other’s eyes for a moment, then the awkwardness forced us to look at the tablet again. Our next step was to sit back to back on the ottoman. It was a relief not to have to face each other after the compliments. Then we were instructed to talk about our favorite colors and why we liked them, then our favorite animals, plants, bugs, and so on. The questions avoided being overly personal, and that made them fun to answer.
Ian said his favorite bug is the cicada because he likes the cool sound it makes in the summer. Mine was the praying mantis because it looks like a skinny ninja. Ian found most of my answers amusing, and I found most of his thoughtful and charming. It was the most relaxing and easy conversation I ever had. I almost forgot we were naked. We were both surprised when the tablet announced our time was up. I would have happily stayed another thirty minutes.
“Wow, that went fast,” Ian said as we stood and walked over to our separate doors.
“It did. It was fun meeting you, Ian.”
“Thanks. I enjoyed meeting you too, Katie. See you tomorrow.”
The doors unlocked at that point, and we stepped out of the Nude Room, feeling surprisingly refreshed. Betty smiled as she met me on the other side of the door.
“Katie, you look more awake than you’ve looked in months,” she observed.
“I feel awake too.”
For the rest of the day, my mind was preoccupied with Ian. My normal anxiety didn’t bother me when I thought about him. It was wonderful.
Day 2.
The next day started with a new kind of anxiousness. I was excited, nervous, and eager to see Ian again. My stomach was turning flips as Betty let me into the Nude Room. Ian greeted me with a big smile and a hello. Then we went straight to the white ottoman to get our session started. The tablet instructed us to sit, face each other again, and hold our palms together, but this time we were instructed to intertwine our fingers. We smiled as we touched palms and laced our fingers together. Then we closed our eyes and took deep breaths.
Ian would periodically squeeze my hands and make me giggle. Then he would start chuckling at my reaction. Why such a simple thing was so enjoyable made no sense to me. The tablet chimed, prompting us to open our eyes. We were both smiling as we looked at our next step. It instructed us to take turns exposing our inner arms to each other. Then let the other person run their fingers from the inner elbow to the tips of our fingers three times.
“Ladies first,” Ian said as he held out his right arm with his palm facing me.
I reached up and touched the soft crease of his inner elbow and stroked the smooth skin down to the wrist, over his palm, and over his fingers. He shuddered all over from the caress. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
“That really tickled, but it also felt nice,” he explained.
“Me next,” I said and offered him my left arm.
He reached for my inner elbow and stroked down my arm with his fingertips, and the sensation caused me to shudder as well.
“Wow, that’s really nice,” I whispered and offered him both of my arms.
He grinned and stroked both of them three times, causing me to groan and smile.
“Me next,” he said and offered me his arms.
I took it one step further and started at his biceps, and caressed the length of this arms. Ian groaned and smiled as I did it three more times. He dropped his hands quickly when I was done.
“What?” I asked.
“That felt a little too good. It caused reactions elsewhere,” he said with his cheeks turning very red.
“Oh, uh… sorry?” I chuckled and averted my eyes. “Um, you can read the next step while I stare at the ceiling.”
“Shit,” he chuckled.
“What?”
“It says not to hide natural reactions.”
“Seriously? Are you… comfortable letting me see?” I asked with a gulp.
“I… don’t want to make it weird, so just look. It is what it is,” he sighed.
I looked at his face first, and he was staring off to the right to avoid my gaze. So, I looked down at his erection. I would be lying to say it didn’t arouse me. I had seen erect penises in porn before, but seeing one in person felt different. Ian had a nice one. It was shapely, thick, and made me want to stare.
“Not to sound like a pervert or anything, but it looks nice. I like it.”
He laughed at my remark.
“Oh, well, that’s a relief. I hope it doesn’t distract you too much. It has a mind of its own sometimes. So don’t get offended if it pops up now and again.”
“Okay. I won’t. Let’s move on. Our next step is… to walk in the garden and talk about a life-changing event.”
We stood and walked into the sunshine together. The garden fence was ten feet tall, so we didn’t have to worry about peepers. The grass was cool and soft under our feet. Butterflies and bees were having lunch in the flowers while the fountain babbled in the center of the garden.
“I’m getting Adam and Eve vibes. We need fig leaves,” I noted.
“Nah, we can pretend we’re in Eden before they ate the fruit.”
“Good idea. Would you like to go first? Do you have a story?”
“Hmm, a life-changing event… let me think for a minute,” he hummed.
He stopped and slowly reached towards an orange butterfly on a sage flower. It fluttered off before he could touch it. Then it landed on my shoulder.
“Oh, that tickles,” I chuckled as it flapped its wings and crawled down my arm.
“It’s beautiful,” Ian said with his gaze on me.
I looked at him, and he quickly looked at the butterfly, but he knew I caught him staring. At that point, the butterfly fluttered off of my arm and landed on my right breast, making Ian chuckle.
“Okay, you handsy bug, off you go,” I ordered and shooed it away. It fluttered off my nipple and returned to the sage flower.
“Don’t be too hard on him. He has good taste,” Ian observed.
“I wish I could train a bunch of butterflies to perch on my breasts all the time. I would never wear a bra again.”
“That would be really cool,” he agreed.
“So, have you thought of an event yet?”
“Um… I have. When I was ten, My cousins and I were playing by the brook on my uncle’s property. It rained that morning, and the water was high and moving fast, and my dumb ass slipped on the muddy bank and fell in. I could swim, but the water was too rough to navigate. I screamed, splashed, and panicked. My cousins ran after me, but they couldn’t help. I was gone in a few seconds. I was terrified, but I knew I had to save myself or never see my family again. I fought the water until I was exhausted. I eventually grabbed a low tree branch. I barely remember doing it. I pulled myself out and collapsed on the bank. My cousins found me sometime later. Almost drowning scared me so bad, I didn’t speak for a few days afterward. I never looked at life the same after that. That was pretty much the beginning of all my mental troubles. I overcame a lot of the trauma, but it awakened anxiety in me about everything. Now here I am. Doing extreme therapy to help my anxiety.”
“I’m sorry that happened, Ian, but this therapy isn’t that extreme. I’m enjoying it.”
He smirked and nodded.
“I’m enjoying it too. What’s your life-changing event?”
“I was in a car accident when I was twelve and got knocked unconscious for a short amount of time. My mom and sister were fine, but I hit my head on the car window. I don’t remember the accident. My memory of the event never came back. After that day, I developed severe depression and anxiety. I’ve been dealing with it ever since. Depression runs in the family, so I’m not sure if the accident triggered mine or if I was destined to be a mess,” I shrugged.
“I don’t think you’re a mess.”
“Thanks. I don’t think you’re a mess either, but society says we are.”
“Society sucks,” Ian sighed as he sat on the cushioned bench beside the tiered fountain.
“Yeah, it does,” I agreed and sat down next to him.
I was staring at the fountain as Ian stared at me. I looked at him, and he quickly averted his gaze.
“You do that a lot,” I observed.
“Sorry. I’m not trying to be a creep. You’re just extremely beautiful. I’d rather stare at you than the garden.”
His confession made me feel warm all over.
“Thank you, Ian. I enjoy looking at you too. You’re very handsome.”
He smiled big and met my gaze again.
“Thank you, Katie. No one has ever told me that before.”
“Well, that sucks. People should complement each other more.”
“I agree. Um… we should check the time.” He stood and walked back into the Nude Room and picked up the tablet. “Hmm, that’s an interesting step,” he noted.
“What do you mean?” I asked and walked in to join him.
“We’re supposed to discuss what we’re comfortable doing for our next visit. We each have to write a list of activities for tomorrow.”
“Oh, that is neat. Um, what do you want to do?”
He looked at me and smirked. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he looked away, smiling.
“What was that look about?” I asked.
“Sorry, my mind went perverted for a second there,” he confessed.
“How so?” I pressed, putting my hands on my hips.
“Well, you asked what I wanted to do, but what I want to do may not be what you want to do.”
“Really? I don’t even know what you wanted yet. Tell me.”
“Uh… don’t get mad at me for saying this, but I would love to touch your breasts,” he confessed. His cheeks instantly turned red.
I rolled my eyes at him.
“Yeah, sorry for saying that,” he mumbled.
“I’m not. Who said I’m against it?” I asked, suddenly surprised by my own boldness.
“You… want me to touch your breasts?” he gulped.
“Um… sure. Go for it. I’ve never had anyone touch them before. I don’t mind if you do it.”
He stared at me in disbelief for a moment. Then he looked at my breasts.
“Uh, okay,” he said and placed the tablet back on the ottoman. “You’re absolutely sure this is okay?” he pressed.
“Yes, Ian. It’s fine. I want you to do it,” I said and picked up his left hand.
His eyes went very wide as I placed his palm against my right breast. His skin felt warm and soft against mine. I smiled at his stunned expression.
“You have very soft hands for a man,” I observed.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he gently squeezed the plump flesh against his palm. “You have amazing breasts.”
“Thank you. I like them too. I just realized something, not giving myself a chance to overthink my actions makes the actions easier.”
“Yeah, it does. Can I touch both of them?”
“Yes.”
He chewed his lip as he brought his other hand to my left breast and gently squeezed it. His touch made my insides tingle. I wasn’t expecting it to feel that good. He smiled as he ran his fingertips over my nipples and trailed them around the soft, plump flesh at the bottom. He pulled his hands away a second later and placed them in front of his crotch, wearing an embarrassed smirk. I chuckled at him for it.
“You don’t have to hide it. I’ve already seen it.”
“I know. It just feels rude not hiding it.”
“I appreciate your modesty, but there isn’t anything rude about it.”
“So… can I put ‘more breast touching’ on my list for tomorrow?”
“Yes, but you better have more on your list than that,” I advised.
“I will.”
We discussed a few more things before the tablet chimed, announcing the end of our session. I quickly gave Ian a hug before I went to my door. I was too embarrassed to look back after doing it. I escaped from the Nude Room with a huge smile on my face, and it delighted Betty to see me happy.
Day 3.
The third day brought more excited anxiety. I had to use my normal coping techniques to deal with my fluttering stomach. A lot of deep breathing and mental concentration allowed me to get to the clinic in a timely manner, but any thoughts of Ian would send my stomach fluttering and my heart pounding. Getting naked and standing outside of the Nude Room door eased my anxiety, and that surprised me. As soon as the door opened, I stepped in with my list in hand and smiled at Ian. He grinned and raced me to the ottoman. I noticed the tablet was gone as we sat down. A little digital timer was in its place.
“Let’s see, the timer is set for thirty minutes. I guess we start however we like,” Ian suggested.
“Okay. Do you want to go first?”
“Sure,” he said as he looked over his list.
I watched his handsome gray eyes as he read over the paper in his hand. He seemed to be hesitating at that point.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I… didn’t realize how embarrassing these things would be once I had you in front of me,” he confessed.
“Oh, would you like for me to start and break the ice a little?”
“Yes, please,” he said and laid his list beside his leg.
I looked over my list and suddenly felt apprehension too. It was more embarrassing to be acting on things I came up with instead of following the tablet.
“Wow, you’re right. This is embarrassing. Um, let’s trade lists.”
He looked at me with wide eyes after that suggestion.
“Uh, I don’t think that will help.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you to see my list,” he said guiltily.
“It’s probably not as bad as mine. Let’s do it and get it over with. I won’t be offended by what you wrote if you’re not offended by mine.”
“Okay,” he sighed and reluctantly exchanged lists with me.
I blushed as I read over the intimate things he wanted to do. What struck me the most was how he described me. Every other word was calling some part of me perfect, beautiful, alluring, and so on.
“Ian, do you really think of me like this?” I asked as I looked at him in disbelief.
He was smiling as he looked at me again.
“I do. That’s another reason why I didn’t want to show you my list,” he confessed.
“Well, I’m glad you did. I didn’t write it on my list, but I think you’re pretty amazing too.”
He sighed in embarrassment as he stared at me for a moment. The intensity of his gaze sent my heart pattering a little faster.
“Katie, have you ever had an intimate relationship with anyone?”
“Not really. Have you?”
“No. The thought of getting close to someone like that terrified me, but not anymore, thanks to you.”
“I know what you mean. Shall I pick something from your list to officially get our session started?”
“Please do. Be gentle. I regret writing a lot of it.”
“It’s not so bad. Let’s see. I like this one. Spend a minute smelling each other’s hair. I’ll smell you first.”
He rolled his eyes at his own suggestion before he scooted closer to me and leaned in. I set the list down and leaned in too. I touched his neck and pulled him a little closer, running my nose through his dark hair and breathing him in. He smelled wonderful. I moaned softly as I sniffed different parts of his head. The top didn’t smell as heady as the side. He smelled tastier close to his neck and face.
“Yep. You smell delicious,” I said and leaned away from him.
“My turn,” he whispered as he ran his fingers into my hair.
He pulled me closer and breathed me in, softly moaning the entire time. I felt tingly as he did it. When he finally released me, I saw that he really enjoyed it too. His erection gave it away.
“I knew that would happen,” he grumbled as he picked up my list and used it to cover himself.
“Ian, you don’t have to be embarrassed. Will you… let me look at it?”
“Uh… sure… that’s not on the list, is it?”
“No. I thought about putting it on there, though,” I said with a smirk.
“Wow, okay,” he grinned and moved the paper, revealing his happy erection.
It was arousing to see it up close. His tip was pinker than the shaft. The urethra looked like a little winking eye. He moved it without touching it, and I looked at him in disbelief. He laughed at my reaction.
“Holy cow, it can move on its own?”
“Yep. It doesn’t have a wide range of motion, but there are muscles around the base that I can flex.”
“I didn’t know that. Um, can I… touch it? I completely understand if that’s overstepping.”
“I uh… I don’t mind,” he said and leaned back so I could see it better.
I bit my lip and reached for it. I heard Ian gulp as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gave it a squeeze. It was hard as a rock, yet soft and silky on the outside. I had not been expecting it to be that pleasant to touch. I stroked it in an exploratory manner, making him shudder. Then I gently rubbed my thumb over the softer skin of his tip. It was amazingly smooth and silky.
“I had no idea it would feel like this.”
“Do you like it?”
“I do. Thanks for letting me touch it,” I said and released him, feeling a little overwhelmed.
“No problem,” he sighed and straightened up.
I watched him as he took a deep breath and scratched his head.
“Um, did I make you uncomfortable?”
“No, just overly aroused,” he confessed with a smile.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s not a bad thing.”
“Oh, good, uh… to be fair, would you like to explore part of me?” I asked with my heart pounding. The room suddenly felt hotter than normal.
“I would love to. Um, can I see between your legs?”
“Sure,” I nodded and scooted back on the ottoman a little, so I could open my legs for Ian.
His eyes went wide, and his face and neck blushed as he gazed at my most intimate area.
“Does it look like you thought it would?” I asked.
“Uh, it does, but better. Do you shave the hair short like that?”
“I do. I like it tidy.”
“Oh, I like it too,” he said with a nervous nod.
“Um, would you like to touch it?” I offered, my stomach fluttered in disbelief at what I had just said.
“I would love to. Um, tell me to stop when you’re ready, okay?” he asked nervously.
“Okay.”
My skin felt hot as he brought his fingertips to my pussy lips and gently stroked them, sending a shudder throughout my body.
“Wow, that feels really nice,” I breathed.
“Your skin is insanely soft,” he whispered as he gently ran his fingers over my lips and then up through my crack.
I moaned when I felt his fingertip slide through the moisture that had collected at my opening. He explored that area a little more, playing in the slippery warmth. My breath was getting excited as I enjoyed his touch. He watched my face as he gently slid his middle finger inside me, causing me to groan. It felt wonderful. My inner muscles twitched as he gently pulled his finger in and out, provoking my whole body.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.
“No.”
“Do you want me to go deeper?”
“Yes.”
“Then allow me to get closer,” he said as he withdrew his finger and crawled over next to me.
He sat beside my left leg so he could touch me from a better angle. It also brought his face closer to mine. My heart was pounding, and my body was eager as he reached between my legs and slid his finger inside me again. I groaned as he pushed in deep, spreading my lips apart as his palm pressed against my clit. I had fingered myself before, but having someone else do it felt a hundred times better.
“Mmm, that’s wonderful,” I groaned as I enjoyed his touch.
“Katie, can I kiss you?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
He leaned in and tasted my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth and pushed his finger deeper at the same time. It made my whole body throb. We clumsily kiss for a moment. We were both obviously new to it. His breath smelled wonderful, and he tasted like the smell of his skin. We had to pull away to breathe after a minute of sloppy exploration.
“Do you want me to do it differently?” he asked.
“Um, push your finger harder against my clit as you slide it in and out.”
He smiled and focused pressure and strokes on my most sensitive area. I shuddered and gasped as the stimulation pushed me out of control.
“Oh God, do it harder,” I begged as my inner muscles tensed and trembled.
He kissed me again as he worked his finger fast inside me, stimulating the muscles that were making my crotch feel wild. I cringed and jumped with spasms again and again. It was breathtaking. I relaxed a few seconds later, feeling dazed and sleepy.
“Oh wow, thank you, Ian,” I whispered with a grin.
“Thank you for letting me do it.”
“I would love to return the favor. What can I do for you?”
“Uh, whatever you want. Anything would be nice.”
I smiled and grabbed his raging erection. It was slightly red with excitement. He groaned and leaned on his arms as I pumped him.
“Is that good?”
“It is. You can be more aggressive. It won’t hurt me.”
“How so?”
“Here, like this,” he said as he guided my hand, squeezing it around his shaft and pulling the soft skin up around his tip.
I knew I had the technique right when he shuddered and groaned. He chewed his lip as he squirmed against the ottoman, enjoying my vigorous pumping.
“That’s really good. Do it faster.”
I smiled and kissed him as I doubled my pace. He groaned, and his body twitched, then he tensed and gasped. I leaned back to watch as his cock grew really hard in my hand. He shuddered and jumped as cum burst out of his tip again and again. I was surprised at the amount of it as white globs landed on my hand, thigh, and on his stomach. I had assumed it came out all at once, not in five different spurts. Seeing him overwhelmed with pleasure turned me on again. I kept up my pace, but he gasped and grabbed my hand to stop me.
“Go slower now. I’m really sensitive.”
I chuckled and slowed my strokes. He smiled and groaned as little aftershocks tensed his cock a few more times. Then he collapsed on the ottoman to rest.
“Thank you, Katie. That was wonderful.”
“Thank you too, Ian,” I said and laid my head on his chest.
His arms went around my shoulders and squeezed me. His heart was pounding happily against my ear. I could have fallen asleep at that moment.
“Hmm, I wonder if we were supposed to do that,” I mused.
“I doubt it, but I’m glad we did.”
“Me too. I could easily fall asleep, but I don’t want to waste our time together.”
“Me either. Let’s see,” he said and picked up the timer. “We still have eight minutes. What would you like to do?”
“Um, let’s walk in the garden for a bit. I need to rinse my hand in the fountain.”
“Good idea.”
Day 4.
I woke up aroused the next morning. Playing with Ian the day before had my emotions all over the place, but it was an improvement from the constant dread and anxiety. I found myself smiling as I took a shower, dressed, ate breakfast, and left for the clinic. Betty was thrilled with my improvement. She claimed I smiled more in the last four days than I had in three years, and she was probably right. I felt warm as I stripped and stood in front of the Nude Room door, eager to see Ian. The doors unlocked, we entered together and greeted each other with smiles. Ian already had his hands in front of his crotch, trying to hide his eagerness. I rolled my eyes at him, and he held up his hands in defeat. We slowly strolled over to the white ottoman and stood next to it, curiously gazing at each other. Then a deviant impulse struck me. I smiled wickedly and crawled across the ottoman, making Ian’s eyes widen in surprise. I leaned down close to his cock, and slowly took it into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed as I sucked on him, making him twitch.
I felt extremely aroused by what I was doing. His reactions were also making me hotter. He groaned as he ran his fingers into my hair. He was already breathing hard. I tasted a bit of salty sweetness on his tip before I took his cock deep into my throat. I took it too deep and gagged myself, causing us both to start laughing. I sat up on the ottoman and looked at Ian in embarrassment.
“Sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing,” I chuckled.
“Don’t apologize. That was thrilling. You don’t have to gag yourself on it, though.”
“Okay, uh, do you have any pointers?”
“Um, pump the base with your hand while stroking the tip with your mouth. That should feel nice.”
“Okay.”
I leaned down and tasted his cock again. I held his base and pumped it as I stroked his tip against my lips and tongue.
“That’s really good,” he groaned as he ran his fingers into my hair again.
I worked up a good rhythm as he gently rocked his cock into my mouth. My jaw was aching from the effort. It was harder to perform than it seemed, but I loved hearing his pleasure. I felt his cock getting harder as I worked him closer to orgasm. I slid my fingers between my legs and massaged my pussy as he gripped my hair a little harder.
“I’m cumming, Katie,” he groaned as his body tensed.
I plunged a finger into my cunt and massaged myself as his cock grew extra stiff, then he grunted as his cum burst hot on my tongue. I shuddered with pleasure and fingered myself as I swallowed what he gave me. I sucked him through the orgasm as he sighed and groaned. He was making me extremely horny.
“Ease off. I’m really tender now.”
I grinned and leaned back on the ottoman, spreading my legs so Ian could see how aroused he made me. He smiled as he looked me over, then he lowered his head between my legs and plunged his tongue inside me.
“Oh!” I gasped from the incredible sensation.
My eyes rolled back a little as his tongue pushed against my inner muscles. I ran my fingers into his hair and pulled his face harder against my cunt. He groaned as he enjoyed my taste and smell. His licking grew more aggressive, making my legs twitch. He reached up and pressed his thumb against my clit, and I let out a pathetic whimper. He massaged my clit and licked hard against the top of my cunt, putting wonderful pressure against a very sensitive area.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped and tensed with orgasm.
He aggressively licked me through it, making me cry out and squirm. It was incredibly satisfying. Then, to my surprise, he climbed over me and guided his cock against my pussy. I gasped as he stroked his tip through my tingling lips. It felt like hot silk.
“Can I fuck you, Katie?” he whispered as he searched my eyes.
“Yes, I want it,” I breathed.
He eagerly penetrated me, and I cried out from the massive intrusion. It felt shockingly good. My pussy was still twitching with orgasm. I loved being stretched open on his cock. Then he started fucking me. I gasped and panted with every powerful thrust. The pumping motion inside my tight flesh was wild and delicious.
“Oh God, I’m cumming again,” I panted and cringed under him.
He groaned in delight as he felt my body seized with pleasure.
“You are so fucking hot, Katie,” he panted right before he grunted with orgasm.
I was gasping and shaking as he pumped hard into me, riding his own waves of pleasure. My pussy grew extremely wet as his cock twitched inside me. I knew it was his cum mixing with my own excess of arousal. I shuddered as it dripped out of me.
“That was amazing, Katie,” he breathed as he relaxed on top of me.
“It was. How soon can you do it again?”
He laughed at my question.
“Um, I need a few minutes to recharge. Ten minutes would be ideal. I think our session will be close to ending at that point.”
“Damn. We should exchange phone numbers then.”
“Excellent idea.”
In conclusion, Nude Touch Therapy saved Ian and me from debilitating social anxiety and helped us discover each other. We confessed to our therapists everything we did in the Nude Room, and they didn’t condemn any of it. They were glad we found something that worked for us. Dr. Betty said we were the most successful participants to come out of the program. Ian and I helped raise awareness of Nude Touch Therapy by writing our story for other anxious people to read. The therapy is still considered alternative medicine, but under the right circumstances, it’s extremely effective.