Part 3
Liza checked her makeup and pretty face in the rearview mirror before taking a deep breath, slightly nervous about her more risqué choice of clothing. Her hands trembled slightly as she got out of the car and pocketed the keys. She made her way to her mom's front door and went inside.
"Hey Mom, I'm here!" She called out as she closed the door.
"Oh, Liza," his mom said as she came into the hall.
"Gary is here!" her mom said as she gave Liza a hug.
As Martha stepped back from her daughter, she scanned Liza from top to bottom and back again. She then smiled and said, "Great choice in outfit, darling. good to look your best for the right man." Martha nodded to the living room.
Liza blushed slightly, then made her way to the living room, where Gary was sitting on the couch with a rather dashing smile.
"Liza," he greeted in his usual jovial tone as he got up. Liza waited for a welcoming embrace, but Gary moved to the machine that seemed to be just at home now in the corner of the room.
As she sat down on the usual spot on the sofa, she felt slightly disappointed that Gary had not hugged her. Martha excused herself and went to the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
Liza tilted her head, considering him for a second as the hum of the machine whirled and Gary made his way back to his own seat.
"So," Liza finally said, putting on a brave smile and immediately trying to fight a yawn. "What do we do today?"
"I thought maybe we could start with something simple, like your celebrity crush. You know, imagine you have a chance to meet that ultimate dream man of yours."
Liza's smile grew wider, as if her thoughts had just transported her to somewhere else more exciting than this living room. She thought for a moment and relaxed on the sofa, feeling the warm feeling of comfort wash over her.
"Great Liza, these sessions have you becoming more responsive. You are doing so well," Gary told her.
Liza felt pride in doing well for Gary.
"So, why don't you tell me about that special, amazing man?" Gary said, his voice dropping lower.
"MMMmmm, it has to be Scot East, the actor, just a complete cutie," Liza replied, her mind completely enveloped in her daydream.
"Has he got a nice body too, Liza?" Gary persisted.
Liza warmly smiled. "Oh, most definitely! Tall and hunky. His incredible blue eyes?"
Gary's grin widened as he leaned in closer to Liza. "And what would you do if you actually had the chance to meet him? What would you say?"
Liza began to breathe a little heavier; her eyes glossed over as she daydreamed about her celebrity crush.
"Nothing; I'm married to Mike. I would not cheat; Mike is a good guy," Liza said.
"Is he really? You know we will need to reinforce something on that later," Gary told her.
Gary continued to press on all the attractive things about her crush before moving on.
Gary was now sitting beside Liza on the sofa. "So now Liza, we know your idea of a man's looks; how about the feeling? What's something in a book or movie that you found completely erotic, something that got you going? Do you have it?" Gary said this and leaned back on the couch with a shit-eating grin.
"Yes," Liza said. "There's a scene in one of my favourite romance novels: the two main characters were in love as kids; they moved apart and met one day at a carnival; he won her a stuffed animal. They go on a walk, finding themselves alone. Then, when the rain starts, they run along to get shelter under a small bridge. They are both soaked through, and as they get under the secluded bridge, they begin to hug.".
Gary nodded slowly. "Sounds hot, but when you tell me the rest, I want you to remember it clearly; it was not a book; it was real. As you remember and recount it, you will see you were so lucky for it to be you that it happened to you and me!"
Liza hailed deeply, and a soft moan left her lips.
"Now, go on, Liza, tell me about it," Gary instructed.
Liza took a deep breath, her chest heaving.
"The boy kissed the girl, his hands in her hair, as the girl passionately kissed him back. The girl could feel her soaked blouse stuck to her skin, her erect nipples poking at the material, and how his hot hands began to reach under it to touch her tender flesh. The pitter-patter of rain outside as their tongues explored each other's mouths and how their bodies pressed together tightly. She could feel his growing arousal pushing against her belly.".
Liza squirmed in her seat more.
"I could feel his hard cock pressing into my belly," she whispered, her voice quivering.
Gary leaned in, his eyes gleaming with excitement and interest. He casually put his arm around Liza. She didn't protest, getting lost in her memory and the hand that was draped over her shoulder.
"What then?" he urged her on.
"The smell of the freshly cut grass and the sound of the rain echoing in the arch of the bridge made it more romantic for me. I broke the kiss to look at him. Then I kissed him again and began to unzip his jeans. It was an effort to pull the soaked jeans down his thighs to get at that stiff, hard cock that I knew was in there waiting. I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling his silky, soft skin moving up his shaft. As I started to stroke him and he moaned, I started to kiss down his neck, feeling his hot breath on my ear. I felt his hand roam down and caress my breast. I got on my knees and pulled his jeans down further. I looked at him and smiled before I wrapped my lips around his head, feeling his dick pulse and twitch in my mouth. I moaned around him, feeling his pre-cum leak out and fall to the back of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked him off, my hands cupping and massaging his balls while my mouth worked its magic on his manhood. His hands found their way to the back of my head, guiding me deeper onto him.".
Liza licked her lips at the thought. She placed her hand on Gary's thigh, squeezing gently.
"As I sucked on his dick, I could feel him getting harder and harder, and I knew he was about to cum, but I didn't want it to end too soon. I wanted to taste his cum and feel his trembling body. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and squeezed it lightly, feeling his body twitch and jump. He groaned louder, and I could tell he was desperately trying not to cough yet. Then he pulled me to my feet. With his hands up under my skirt and pulling off my pants, I stepped from side to side to let them free of my ankles."