Due to a recent injury, I've been seeing a physiotherapist twice a week for a couple of weeks now. Thankfully, my therapist is female, as I've never been comfortable with a dude touching me in any way, even if it is in a professional manner. This is another reason I've opted for a female doctor.
Was doesn't hurt either, is that my therapist is kind of attractive too. Not drop dead gorgeous, like you'd see on the pages of the glamour magazines, but in her own sort of plain-Jane way, she's quite ravishing, and an awesome attitude to boot. We've engaged in small talk while she works out my kinks and what not. She does nothing more than flash a smile and a glance of disbelief when I revealed my belief that country music can turn a man gay, just like the game of soccer IS gay!
The other day, she began using a device my the lower thigh area, where the quadricep joins at the knee, the place where I've experienced the much discomfort over the past couple of weeks, expressed in a sort of ripping/tearing sensation. The device she uses projects ultrasound waves into the muscle and is said to promote healing and regrowth of the damaged area. To best apply the mechanism, which is used in conjunction with a gel, I need to be seated upon the cot, while she is in a seated position. To really work the area, she needs to lean in to apply some pressure.
Today as she was doing this, I happened to look down. Normally, I look all around the room, taking in the various instructional posters and personal photographs which adorn the four walls of her tiny room. However, I glanced down and noticed that she was wearing a low cut shirt. Not only that, but I noticed I could see down her shirt. Not only that, but I noticed I could see, not just her underwear, but the ample bosom within.
Now I know. This is bad. I'm not proud of this act. It was purely innocent, but much like driving past a horrible car accident, I just couldn't look away. As I said before, she is quite attractive and unfortunately a guy such as myself, doesn't tend to do well with the ladies. I'm charming and charismatic, sure, but when I get around women... I just.... I just don't... Don't get me wrong. I'm so sexy it literally f*cking hurts, but I've never fancied myself as a ladies man, is all. Probably because I use terms like "fancied".
So no. I'm not proud and I'm not bragging. I, also, don't run from the truth, especially within the lines of this blog. I am fair game and open to revealing whatever the hell people wish to know in this forum. So it is on that note that I must confess that "I DID SEE NIPPLE!" There. I said it.
I also believe she caught me looking. I was probably gazing for far too long, the lull in the conversation, likely paused for too lengthy of time. But when my eyes finally met hers, she didn't appear angry or uncomfortable or ashamed. It was just business as usual. Which I'm glad. She's helping me out tremendously and my physical limitations are dwindling everyday and my strength is increasing everyday.
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