KATARINA

By Sylvia Douglas

Katrina fidgeted nervously on the couch while Dr. Winters studied her patient history form on the clipboard in front of him.

"I see that you've been married for about three years now, is that right?

"Uh, yes," she replied. "Three years last month."

"Everything was pretty much all right between you and you husband until recently?"

"Yes, we had a wonderful marriage," she answered softly.

"Well, what do you think went wrong," the doctor asked. "Is it something specific, or just a general malaise in your relationship?"

"I'm not sure," Katrina replied slowly. "He doesn't seem to want to make love to me anymore. I don't know why!"

"Well that's why you're here," Dr. Winters replied gently. "We're going to try to find out exactly what's bothering him. Let's get started."

"Okay," she said with a sigh. "Our marriage was wonderful at first. Jim was very attentive to my needs, and I think I satisfied his, too."

"Did this include all the usual husband-wife sexual activity?" the doctor asked. "Such as intercourse, oral sex, and manual stimulation?" Katrina's face flushed red as she replied, embarrassed at such an intimate question. "Yes, all three."

"So tell me, in your own words, what sex with him is like now."

"He just doesn't want me anymore."

"Has he said that he thinks you have become undesirable? Because just looking at you from a strictly male perspective, you are far from unattractive." He smiled a tad lecherously. "In fact, I would say that you are very attractive. Hot, even."

She gave her shoulders a little shrug and offered, "You get paid to say things like that, doctor, I know you mean well, but..."

Dr. Winters leaned back in his chair and chuckled, shaking his head. "Why does there have to be this refusal to admit your beauty? Look at your sexy, long legs, your hourglass shape, your golden hair, your..."

"It's my husband's opinion we're supposed to be talking about, doctor," she interrupted, blushing. "Not yours."

"Okay, Katrina," he replied smoothly, "Let's talk about that. Have you and your husband had any sexual relations lately?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "He seems so distant from me, I don't know how to even approach him about it."

The doctor thought about it for a minute or so and then opined, "I have an idea, Katrina."

Feeling like her marriage might depend on what Dr. Winters could come up with, Katrina glanced at him with fierce hope. "Okay, doctor."

"Stand up, please," the doctor ordered. "Step over here, in front of me." Katrina obediently walked toward him and stood next to the chair on the opposite side of the desk from the sex therapist. "Now," he continued. "A man wants to be excited by his woman, he wants to feel a little zing when she comes into the room, and the first way to accomplish that is by the way you act. Perhaps your husband has just temporarily lost interest. You can get it back easily enough if that is the case, with no long-term damage done to your relationship."

"But how, doctor?"

"The key is to jazz up your normal mannerisms a little, maybe give him a visual change of pace."

She looked down her large, round breasts and curvy hips. Maybe the doctor had something there. But how would she...?

"Okay now, Katrina," he continued. "Please remove your dress."

Again red flared into her cheeks, this time in shock. "Remove my...?!"

"Well, only if you are comfortable with it. I will show you a little trick that may get your husband back to normal."

Katrina though about it for a moment, then agreed to do what the doctor wanted. After all, he was a licensed sexual therapist. She slowly unbuttoned her dress and let it slip to the floor. She stepped out of it, shivering a little, both from the cool air and her embarrassment. She waited for the doctor to continue.

"Look at your bra and panties! Do you always wear those lacy things?" He sounded impressed. Katrina smiled. She absolutely loved the feel of sexy lingerie, so long as it was also comfortable.

"Umm...yes, I usually wear satin or lace. Why?"

Dr. Winters grinned. "Never mind. I want you to get out of those things right now, I don't want you wearing anything at all."

"You want me to take off everything, even my panties?"

"Yes, Katrina," he said softly. "Everything but those seductive black pumps. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Oh, man," she exclaimed. "I must be crazy, but I'll do it. This had better help me, whatever it is."

"My God!" the doctor exclaimed as she undressed to her bare skin. "You really do have a beautiful body, Katrina. Your curves are very feminine and alluring. You just have to learn how to seduce your husband with them." He noted that her pussy was shaved bare. Interesting.

Once she was finished, and as comfortable as she could be standing naked in heels in front of a man she barely knew, Katrina waited for the doctor to continue.

"How often do you masturbate, by the way?" He asked her casually.

Katrina blushed furiously. She took her time before she replied. Doctor Winters noticed that her nipples had hardened, and were now very erect.

"I hardly do that at all. Once a week or less."

The doctor was skeptical. Katrina looked much too hot to do it that infrequently. She seemed to notice his unbelief and jutted her chin out defiantly. "I'm telling the truth, doctor. It's been eight days now since I've..." She looked embarassed again. "Since I've had an orgasm."

Doctor Winters was truly shocked. He had assumed the beautiful, sexy young woman relieved her tensions regularly. He thought a moment before speaking.

"Sexuality must come from within oneself," he declared softly. "You must be able to pleasure yourself before you can pleasure your husband."

Katrina was listening intently as he continued.

"What I want you to do is to very softly caress your breasts and nipples, can you do that for me please?" He watched her hesitate, then slowly begin to comply. She squeezed and fondled her breasts, then rolled her nipples gently between two fingers. Doctor Winters noted that her nipples seemed to be incredibly sensitive. Whether this was their natural state, or the fact that she had been without pleasure for so long, he could not guess, but after only a few seconds Katrina moaned with pleasure. She quickly caught herself and became silent again, but the trained sex therapist could see that her pussy had begun to moisten and was most likely already demanding attention.

"How does that feel," he asked his patient.

"Very nice," Katrina breathed. Her eyes had begun to drift closed, but she opened them with a start when he spoke. "It feels wonderful."

"How long has it been since your last climax again?" he went on.

"A long time," she panted. "Eight days."

"Katrina," he inquired. "Do you want one now?" She was still playing with her now-swollen breasts, wetness beginning to coat her inner thighs.

She paused. "Yes," she sighed. "But I've never done this in front of anyone."

Aha! "Not even your husband?"

She stopped her sex play for a moment and looked at him, a little shocked by what he had said. "No, I've always considered it a private thing."

"I think perhaps you should try it with him."

"I've never masturbated for anyone, doctor. I don't know if he would like it."

"Well, Katrina, you can do it here, with me, and I will give you my opinion on whether he would appreciate it." Winters smiled to himself. What a great job he had!

"Do you want me to touch my pussy, er, I mean my vagina?"

"Do you want to?"

"Well," she said shyly, beginning to play with her nipples again. "Once I do stuff like this for awhile, I start to get the urge."

"Of course you can touch your pussy."

Katrina sighed with pleasure as her fingers buried themselves deep into her wet vagina. She moved her legs apart a bit to allow herself full access to her hot cleft. She moaned again despite herself. "I'm getting really horny."

"So tell me," the therapist asked softly. "Do you feel sexy?"

"God yes," she gasped, "I feel weird masturbating in front of you, but it's making me hot, too." Her fingertips stopped their in-and-out motion for a moment, and quickly found her clit. The small, round organ stiffened as Winters watched, becoming engorged and erect. Katrina moaned and her knees began to shake slightly. "I don't usually do this standing up, doctor," she breathed.

"Katrina," the doctor asked. "I don't want you to climax just yet. One thing you should know about men, we like to see a woman tease. Can you do that?"

"Oh, okay," the sexy blonde replied. "When I'm alone I like to tease myself a bit, too." She purposefully slowed her fingers as they moved over her inflamed clit. Winters noticed she was already very close to orgasm. Lucky he had spoken when he had, he thought, or it might have been to late.

"How do you feel right now, Katrina?" He asked.

"I just love it," she replied, bosom heaving. "Would you mind if I went a little faster?" Her eyes had fluttered closed again.

"Go ahead, as long as you don't cum. Try to get yourself right on the edge of orgasm."

The fingers of one hand worked feverishly on her clit while the other toyed with a nipple, pulling and tweaking it. She groaned with pleasure. "Ohhh, yes," she sighed. Suddenly she stopped and moved her hand away from her clit. Her breathing quickened and she put one hand on the back of the chair next to her.

"What's wrong?" Winters asked.

"I'm really close," she said, desire-filled eyes meeting his.

"Do you need to sit down, Katrina?" He asked her.

"No...I don't think so," she answered, releasing the chair. "I'm just a little weak in the knees." She took a moment to regain her balance, then began diddling herself again. Her legs were now glistening with wetness, her nipples hard as rocks on the tips of her large breasts.

Doctor Winters watched with something a bit more than a normal clinical gaze as Katrina brought herself close to release. This time, she went even further before forcing herself to stop with a frustrated sigh.

"Are you excited?" The therapist asked.

"Yes!" she snapped. "I want to cum."

"Go ahead, then, Katrina," he replied.

She moaned as her fingers flew over her distended clit. Her back arched and she went up on tiptoe in her black pumps. "I....think...I think I'm going to have it. Oh ,God, I'm going to cum...!" She threw back her head, long hair flying. "I'm going to fucking cumm...!" Moments later, she went over the edge, gasping a loud "ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" while she rubbed her eager clit with lightning speed.

Katrina came hard, her weakened knees beginning to bend. Doctor Winters momentarily wondered if the hot blonde was going to collapse. She somehow managed to stay on her feet, however, moaning again and again as intense, orgasmic spasms radiated from her pussy, shaking her body to its core for more than half a minute.

As his patient struggled to remain standing, Dr. Winters wondered to himself how this exciting, sexy woman's husband could be so dense as to not want to have sex with her. Winters had known her for less than an hour, and already she would be haunting his fantasies for weeks!

"Feeling okay?" he asked softly, as Katrina walked unsteadily back to where her clothes lay, piled on the floor. "You look slightly spent."

She looked at him with a wry little smile on her face. "I am totally wrecked, but that was the best feeling I've had in a long time. Thank you, Doctor."

"You will try that with," he checked his chart for her husband's name. "With David?"

Katrina pulled on her underwear and dress, stepped shakily back toward the desk, and sank with relief into the high-backed chair. Winters smiled to himself. Her orgasm had obviously been fantastic.

"Yes, I will."

"I really think that it would do you, and him, a world of good."

After she had paid him and was ready to leave, Doctor Winters shook her hand and then put his arm around her shoulders. "If that doesn't turn him on, nothing will. Dump the bum and I"ll take you out to dinner." She laughed with him, but Winters was only half joking.

She reached out and kissed the doctor's cheek. "Thank you for

everything, doctor, and I do mean everything!"

He smiled as she left his office, still walking a tad gingerly, he observed. Returning to his desk, Winters poured himself a shot of scotch and began to replay the events of the past hour in his mind, the first of many mental replays he would enjoy over the coming months. He downed the shot of whiskey, and poured himself another.