She had chosen me because she thought I was much more mature than the young guys she had been dating. I couldn't tell her just how much more mature, o... course.We danced, and by the second slow dance, she made it plain she wasn't afraid of a little body contact. In fact, she wasn't put off by a lot of body contact, most of which she initiated. I spent most of the time on the dance floor with an erection, which she couldn't have failed to notice. On the other hand, she wasn't the least bit put. The water was still a bit chilled, and her nipples poked at the cloth material of her bra.“Come here, Mr. Writer,” she said. “Let me give you the star treatment.”I sat in front of her at first, feeling her fingers slide into my shoulders. She rubbed deeper; my breath got heavier. "That's not all that needs massaging, is it? she asked with a whisper in my ear.I turned my head back to kiss her small lips, slightly rounded, soft and responsive. After one kiss, I settled in next to her and pulled. The second shock was that she was absolutely stunning and when she smiled in greeting, Abi felt herself going week at the knees.“Come and sit down please,” the therapist said, indicating a chair in front of her. “I am sorry if I upset your mother but I prefer to get to know you alone first. Oh, I am sorry, let me introduce myself. I am Sophie Price. You may call me Miss Price or Sophie, whichever you are more comfortable with. Hopefully, I am going to be your hypnotherapist Abi, and help you. One afternoon during hay baling season I noticed the young girl around my age of 17 ( who was hanging around with that local lad )was all alone sitting on the village bench.As I walked past she said hello.I responded by asking her if she was OK and she said that she had just broken up with her boy friend. She asked me if I would like to go for a walk with her and as I was in no hurry and was on my way home after work, I said yes.She told me of her break up and we walked down a long secluded.