Sex Therapy/Laney/Show her the gym
We started the tour in the home gym. I had converted one of the bedrooms during the covid lockdown. Reinforcing the floor was the hardest part, I should have just put it downstairs but I think my engineer's brain wanted a challenge. I finished the floor in hard rubber. All the walls except the one with the closet closet were floor to ceiling mirrors, the closet had no doors and that wall was all covered in a pale blue sound absorbing material. I had a home gym duel cable combo and an adjustable bench in the corner near the door, a custom squat rack that folded up to the wall between it and the door. The wall to the right of the door had a closet full of dumbbells, medicine balls, bands and everything else one could need to workout. Across from the door was a set of dual height ballet barre’s. Those grabbed Laney’s attention immediately.
“You do Ballet?” She asked, seeming surprised as she ran across the room to them.
“Oh no, I watch Ballet, those are for Tiana, she is the artist and dancer, I'm the engineer. We are opposites in a lot of ways” I clarified, as she grabbed a bar and began trying out some moves.
“Dr. Peterson put me in ballet when I moved in with her, so I could learn to move gracefully like a lady” she said rolling her eyes “I didn’t like it at first but it’s actually kinda fun, wanna see me do the beginning of the routine we are learning? Just remember I’m not that good yet.” She said, seeming to regret her offer immediately. “Absolutely, I would love to see it, and don’t worry I’m an easy judge. Tiana says she convinced I’ll be able to learn more about ballet than a 5 year old in their first class”
She started doing one move after another, doing fairly well without shoes, at least as far as I could tell and the view when she lifted her arms was nice, but it seemed to be frustrating her since one arm would always catch in the oversized shirt. Finally she stopped “I can’t do it with this on” she said as she pulled the shirt off and threw it in a corner, knocking her glasses off partly in the process.
“I’m going to start again.” she said readjusting her glasses. I’m not sure if, being shirtless let her execute the moves better but everything certainly looked better to me. It was the perfect way to see her whole body with the mirrors. I could see everything at once. Her panties were riding up a bit in the back revealing the slightest blurred tan line at the bottom of her cheeks not a large contrast but definitely noticeable. Her belly button was an oval stretched vertically, when her arm dropped her plain white bra would fall just enough to get a peek of her nipples. I enjoyed admiring her young body for about five minutes until she bowed. I clapped
“Very good, that was great” I said trying to exude as much excitement as possible.
“Not really but I’ll get better. If you don’t dance in here then what do you do?”
“This is my workout room, I lift weights and exercise. I’m not a bodybuilder or anything but I try to stay fit”
“Can you show me?”
“Of course, what do you want to try?”
“What do you do on that one?” she said pointing to the cable machine which was set up for lat pulldowns.
“I can show you, is it ok if I take my shirt off? It's hard to exercise in a polo.”
“Yea no biggie, sorry should I have asked before I took mine off?” she asked seeming worried
“It's fine, it's just important to ask for consent before doing something that could be considered sexual, like undressing in front of someone. But it’s more important for me than you, remember I’m supposed to be teaching this stuff to you, so don’t worry I’m not mad.” I said as I took my shirt off and moved toward the bench to show her a pulldown. But I stopped short noticing a look of terror in her face, she was staring straight at my abs. I don’t have a chiseled physique by any means but do have a poorly defined six pack, made easier to see since I currently lack all body hair.
“What’s wrong Laney?” I asked
“Uhh, nothing…it’s just..you know, the guy my dad was going to trade me to. He had those too, it just makes me worried.” she stuttered
“I can understand it might bring back some bad memories, I can put my shirt back on if you want” I offered
“It’s not that that worries me, it's more that you might be like him in other ways” she said tentatively
“I already told you I’m not like him, I like you just the way you are. And I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want ever” I said trying to be reassuring
“Yeah I know you aren’t mean like him, but…” she said trailing off as she searched for words “If I ask you to do something sex like does it mean we have to do everything sex like?” she asked with a shiver holding on to one of the ballet bars as if to steady herself.
“Of course not we only ever have to do what you want to”
“Ok, then do you think you could pull down your boxers so I can see your…thing” she asked looking slightly relieved but still pensive
“You mean my penis? Of course I can” I said, not sure what to expect. I wasn’t the most well endowed person, being honest I was average at best but more likely slightly below.
“Just know it's erect right now, has been since you took your shirt off” I said as I pulled the front of the boxers down. As soon as my circumcised erect shaft popped out above the band she let out an audible sigh of relief.
“Guess I didn’t need to worry, his was humongous…it wouldn’t fit…it hurt” she said trailing off again. I waited a few minutes not moving as she stood catatonic, finally she seemed to come back to our world.
“I think you and Tiana are the only girls who have been happy about it being small” I said, pulling the boxers back up.
“Hey, I didn’t say to put him away, in fact take it all the way off” she said, seeming to force herself to take on a playful tone. Was she trying to prove to me or herself that she was fine?
“O, really and why would I do that, seems like I would be the only one taking anything off. Perhaps if you lose the bra” I ventured trying to match her playful tone, hoping to give her a chance to back out.
“Ok, but only if I get to take you boxers off” she countered to my surprise, perhaps it was herself she needed to convince
“and I take your bra off” I said with a wink, walking across the room to her
“Ok” she said putting her arms out to the sides
I bent down and reached around her back as you looked in each other's eyes. I found the thin strap and single hook clasp. It opened easily with a pop as the clasp released and the front of her bra fell forward. I left my hands on her smooth back as she lowered her arms and the bra fell to the ground. Our eyes were still locked. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and softly kissed my lips, holding for a few seconds before she broke the kiss and dropped down to her knees in one smooth motion, grabbing the top of my boxers at the same time pulling them down and letting them drop to my ankles. My erection popped up right in front of her face. She stared at it for a moment, reaching for the base of the shaft with her right hand, stopping about an inch short. She looked up into my eyes, her expression seeming to ask if it was ok, I nodded and grinned as my erection pulsed. She gently wrapped her small fingers around the base of the shaft, pausing for a moment before she moved her face forward pushing the tip between her lips deftly using them to shield it from her teeth while almost instantly applying suction. Then moving slowly down the shaft and before pulling back, settling into a slow rhythm, as I admired a side view of her nude upper body in the mirror. I dropped my phone, forced to grab one of the bars to steady myself, when it seemed like I was about to burst she disengaged and began to lick up and down my shaft alternating sides holding the intensity at the edge of my tolerance. She held me there in her complete control for what seemed like an eternity. She moved her left had to cup my sack as she licked all the way down to it, before teabagging each side in turn while stroking my shaft with her other hand. I couldn’t help but moan. Taking this as a que she returned my tip to her mouth bobbing much faster this time.
“It’s coming” I managed to say between moans
Her pace didn’t change, instead she increasingly focused on the tip, flicking the base with her tongue while increasing the suction. My load exploded into her mouth, she began to swallow quickly, only the smallest drop escaping. She let my shaft slide out of her mouth giving the tip one last flick with her tongue sending a shudder through my body. I dropped to the floor in front of her. “Was that ok Uncle?” she asked with a pleading grin.
“Ok, that was the best I’ve ever had. That tongue of yours is amazing” I said exhausted.
“Sorry about the kiss. I don’t know what got into me” she said “I know, a guy doesn’t kiss a whore on the lips” she added obviously matching the tone of someone else. Despite my exhaustion, this made me mad enough to push myself up, bringing my head level with hers.
“You” I said firmly before moving forward and kissing her firmly, tasting my cum on her lips. “Are not a whore.” I finished, she smiled this time with a genuine happy smile. It was the first time I got a chance to fully enjoy an unobstructed frontal view. Her nipples were sticking out with the chill of her near total nudity, the breasts were outlined in blurry triangular tanlines, similar to her bottom.
“Why don't I try to repay your kindness? I’m not sure I’m quite as skilled as you but I’ll do my best” I offered. She immediately looked confused. “I mean, I can help you orgasim” I added to clarify.
“What is orgasim?” she asked still confused
“An orgasim is the most intense sexual pleasure you can feel. For a boy, we orgasim when we cum, shoot the stuff out of our penis like you just made me do so well. Girls can orgasim too, it’s less straightforward but similar when a girl is stimulated enough she will feel amazing and shake all over as a bonus girls can have more than one back to back” I explained, her expression changing to intrigued as I spoke
“How would you help me do that?” she asked
“Similar to what you do for me, it's a bit different but the same concept. I can show you, if you would like?” I offered as I stood up and offered her my hand, lifting her from her knees.
“Sure” she responded with an uncertain tone. Still holding her hand I led her over to my weight bench, I adjusted the height to max and pulled it forward. “If anything makes you uncomfortable you can ask me to stop or change what I’m doing anytime I won’t be mad.” I said as I dropped to my knees in front of her, hooking a finger on each side of her delicate panties. “May I?” I queried, she nodded hesitantly. I slowly pulled down revealing her upper tanline then smooth pubic mound, finally revealing the perfectly smooth lips with the faintest hint of her clitoral hood peaking out. When they hit the floor she stepped out of them. I gestured for her to sit on the end of the bench, then lay back positioning her perfectly at the edge of the seat, her feet barely touching the floor.
I put my hands on her thighs and pushed her legs apart. I didn’t think someone so young could get that wet. I leaned in to enjoy her musk, a slight hint of urine with the sweetness of youthful cum. Using my thumbs I spread the sides of her labia apart, revealing her even wetter canal while exposing her tiny clit. I began to gently flick it with my tongue, sending a shudder through her body, knowing I was in the right spot. I pushed in, lightly sucking her clit between my lips and beginning to stroke it with my tongue while applying a slowly pulsing suction. She began to moan loudly, I could just barely see over her belly to the mirrors on the wall. Her back was arching as her muscles quivered. I gradually increased the tempo, while savoring the sweet taste. “Yes…like…that” she stammered out barely audibly. I kept increasing while I reached my left hand up to her chest, caressing it before finding her small nipple and gently massaging it between my thumb and forefinger. She screamed with pleasure. I tilted my head slightly to the side allowing room for me to feel the entrance of her passage with my right forefinger, finding it sufficiently lubricated I pushed in slightly just beyond the first knuckle and massaged the walls of her canal lightly. Her body responded with rhythmic squeezes of my finger. I increased the tempo one last time, finally I felt a tight squeeze on my finger followed by every muscle in her body tensing squeezing my head between her small thighs. I slowed to a stop and gently disengaged as she went limp. I rose on my knees while sucking her juice off my finger as I admired the innocence of her limp body, shivering slightly.