Lucy moved her hands lower from Owen's shoulder to his chest. At this point, the man caught both of her wrists to stop them from moving any further.
Owen still had his eyes closed. "I'm sorry, can we skip the other parts for today?"
Lucy knew exactly why Owen wanted to cut the session short. He was getting turned on.
Owen relaxed her grip expecting Lucy to pull away but was surprised when the delicate hands continued slowly down his chest.
"No.", was Lucy's short answer.
She picked up the pace and slid her hand until it reached Owen's abdomen, causing her chest to hover above the man's face. Realizing her impulsiveness and the awkward situation Lucy swiftly pulled her hands and body away.
"Kidding." There was a nervous laugh from the young therapist. "Sure, we can do the rest next time." Her words are hurried. She's trying hard to cover up her misstep by not leaving any chance for Owen to respond.
