Dr. Stone Offers To Give Sue Storm A Massage

"We'll use my desk," Dr. Stone announced. The psychiatrist stood up, and Sue Storm caught herself staring at the almost sheer leggings that hugged the other woman's ass as Dr. Stone cleared her desk, then knelt underneath it and came up with a thick roll of yoga mat, which was laid out on top.

"I. What?" the Invisible Woman felt suddenly at a loss for words.

"Lay down," Dr. Stone said, and her eyeglasses flashed as they caught the light. "I'll give you a massage."

"But...I mean..." Sue blinked, her instinctive refusal weirdly muted, or interrupted.

"You're full of stress, Sue," Dr. Stone said. "You need this. Come on. There's nothing inappropriate. We're both keeping our clothes on, after all."

Sue blinked. That was right. She was still dressed. It was just a massage. That was fine. Right At least, that was what Sue Storm told herself as she lay face-down on the yoga-mat.

Almost immediately, Dr. Stone began to rub her shoulders. The psychiatrist had to press hard through the fabric, but she was surprisingly strong. Sue closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in the sensation as Dr. Stone worked her way methodically around Sue's body, focused on major muscle groups. They didn't really speak, and Sue struggled to adjust to her current position. She had a feeling that this wasn't normal procedure for most psychiatrists.

"Turn over," Dr. Stone ordered. Sue did. Now she could see Dr. Stone and her tight sweater abover her as the psychiatrist's fingers found her neck, the first skin-to-skin contact of the massage.

"You know I'm not just a doctor of psychology and board-certified," Dr. Stone said, as her hands moved down to Sue's chest. Not touching her breasts directly, but massaging the upper chest, then moving to the ribs on the sides. "I'm also licensed as a masseuse and sex therapist."

Unease tightened Sue's stomach. Why was Dr. Stone telling her this? The hands moved lower, around Sue's waist, the fingers pushed and dug deep, as if pushing blood into her crotch.

"I've always felt that health involves a holistic approach. Mind and body. Sex is a function of both, of course. An absolute necessity that most people neglect."

Dr. Stone's hands moved to Sue's thighs. Her thumbs pushed hard into the inner meat, not touching her pussy, but...it almost felt like she wanted to. Or as if Sue Storm wanted her to.

"Women need release," Dr. Stone said, and her golden hair seemed to glow. "You deserve release. Don't you think?"

"Need...release..." Sue whispered, chest suddenly tight. Her nipples had swollen hard inside her bra. Her knees shivered, Sue suddenly unable to keep still.

"Tell me, Susan," Dr. Stone said softly, her voice husky. "Do you want a happy ending?"