Tantric erotic massage with surprises
Good Friday afternoon 2009. I was approaching the ripe old age of sixty and I was having a bad year. The recent economic collapse affecting the entire developed world killed my son-in-law’s job and their marriage crumbled under the strain. My most valued officemate had been fired, leaving me overloaded at work. Then I suffered an injury that reduced my ability to play sports and my fitness level dropped.
But I beg your pardon, dear reader, my racing thoughts as I write are causing me to go on the plow. Let me go back in time a bit…..
I have worked in Bucharest for the last fifteen years. I was satisfied with the work, at least most of the time, and it was well paid. I was very lucky. The reason I was in Bucharest and not in the province was that the economic measures of our leaders had affected a lot of careers, including my own as an engineering researcher for the government, and I took the employment opportunity as a lifeline against near-redundancy certain that would come shortly. I had a daughter who was soon to study at university and who needed financial support – I saw no practical alternative. Unfortunately, my wife could not settle in Bucharest and soon returned to live at our house in the province, so I was in a state of disappointment, feeling unable to settle down and build a new life in Bucharest, but having a bleak future at home in terms of career and earning prospects.
Over the next few years, we visited each other, but with each passing year our relationship as a couple grew weaker and we drifted apart emotionally. Honestly, it was never a very passionate relationship and we stayed husband and wife partly because it was easier and for me less painful and less scary than breaking up. I also maintained some stability for our daughter as she matured. On another level, I held onto my deep-seated belief that this marriage was important enough to me not to end it, even though if I was honest with myself, I might not have had the guts to do so.
I didn’t feel good about looking for a girlfriend and trying to form a relationship. Under the circumstances it wouldn’t have been fair to her or my family, and in any case, I didn’t really want one. But of course, loneliness, a desire for female companionship and a natural need to satisfy my sexual needs led me to occasionally visit erotic massage studios and other such “Houses of Tolerance”, although I never found the experience particularly satisfying. . OK, it was physically satisfying at the time – the meeting with an attractive lady, the foreplay, the undressing together, the contact, the fondling, the orgasm…..but after that I saw it as forgettable, even regrettable. Furthermore, it was easy to keep any such connection compartmentalized in time and space, as well as emotionally. And of course there was no danger of it affecting other aspects of my life, especially my marriage.
While searching for something better, I learned about tantra and tantric massage. It promised a more classic experience, perhaps one I’d like enough to want to repeat. It sounded interesting and mysterious, maybe exciting. I learned that tantra has its own vocabulary. They don’t use the vulgar words for penis and vagina, the words I used to use. Instead, they are “lingam” and “yoni,” suggesting something more dignified, even sacred, that they represent to the tantric practitioner.
My first experience of this kind was at the VIP Zone, and the erotic massage lived up to my expectations. At the core was an unhurried exchange (intended to delay climax), a holistic communion between giver and receiver, and elements that were not just about sexual gratification. Not only was it extremely enjoyable, but I left feeling delighted with what I had experienced. It wasn’t about sex as such, not at this erotic massage parlor anyway, as I realized from the start. More about the communication of bodies and souls through sensitive touch, free contact; sharing energy and evoking desires and emotions.
And so it was that Friday, I called to request an appointment for a two hour massage. I wasn’t sure I was going to find it, expecting it to be closed for the Easter break, but it was no problem. I didn’t know who I was going to see, I had visited the salon a few times before and knew that they usually appoint a lady of their choice. I was fine as the salon was renowned for its high quality – the ladies were pleasant, sensual, with sensitive hands and a comforting manner. They were wonderful people with their own individuality, but they had a set ruGiullia to follow so there would be no disappointments or embarrassing surprises.
I arrived a few minutes before the appointed time and at first glance the place seemed deserted. I rang the bell and was greeted at the door by a lady. Barefoot and conservatively dressed in a cream cotton blouse and beige corduroy trousers, she was about 160cm tall and slender without being thin. He had long brown hair that cascaded down to his waist; her eyes were brown, warm and bright as they made contact with mine. She possessed a compelling presence and communicated a calm empathy that produced an unmistakable magnetism. Her sexuality enhanced rather than detracted from this impression, and at that moment I knew instinctively that she was someone I would be completely comfortable with. If I had been more sensitive to my inner being, I could have been aware that I was meeting the woman who could have been that special someone for me.
Smiling warmly, she faced me, standing close enough to not be so close as to invade my personal space, and introduced herself:
– Hello Tudor, I am pleased to meet you! My name is Renatta, I am your masseuse tonight.
– I’m glad to meet you too, Renatta. I know I will really enjoy this time.
Hearing this, she smiled again, gently took my hands in hers, and with a relaxed, open look, looked me straight in the face, as if inviting me to an embrace. I instinctively held out my arms to return the invitation and for a few moments we embraced gently. I felt the feminine softness through her blouse and gave in to the temptation to kiss her gently on each cheek. Reflecting on it now, I think maybe even then my heart was trying to tell me something.
He led me down the hall and into the prepared massage room, pausing on the way to show me the luxurious bathroom. I had noticed how quiet it was and asked:
– Are you alone today? It seems that there is no one left.
– That’s right, there is not much demand on Good Friday. In fact, you are the only reservation so far and I was asked to come just for you.
I easily said that I felt very privileged and that I would do my best to refrain from any inappropriate behavior!
She gave me a thick soft towel to wrap myself in after the shower.
– You don’t have to hurry, Tudor. Allow yourself to relax, dry off and enjoy the atmosphere of the massage room. I’ll see you in a few minutes.
As I undressed, I saw how perfectly the room was arranged – a comfortable chair, dim lighting, scented candles, in the middle of the room a massage table covered with a soft black sheet, the large fluffy plum-colored towel on top and the deep pillow with a smaller towel on top of the same color, a warm water bath with containers of what must have been massage oils, various items to stroke and stimulate during the massage.
I always appreciate a warm shower before a massage, even though I’m already clean and fresh enough for most things, the relaxing, calming effect helps me gather and prepare. In a way, I think it prepares me for this occasion. Once dry, I wrapped my towel around the middle, pulled it semi taut and tucked the overlapped end underneath to make it like a long skirt. This was another nice touch as the light and soft cotton felt so sensual as it glided over my skin as I moved. I went back to the massage room and entered the atmosphere and waited, not forgetting to turn off the mobile phone.
After another minute, Renatta enters and locks the door.
– Just to make sure we are not disturbed, she remarked with an amused smile.
She had changed out of her everyday attire and was now wrapped in a scarf, wearing it like a loose dress, tied around her neck. She looked divine in the delicate fire-red material that flowed over her body. I could see the two dark round circles of her nipples as they touched the thin material and it was clear that she was bare underneath. I felt the first rush of arousal as my cock pressed against the towel.
As he approached me, he took my hand and led me to the mattress so that we were facing each other, about two feet apart.
– My dear Tudor, are you comfortable when we sit like this?
– Yes Renatta, with you here I am very comfortable.
After a few moments of shared calm, she placed her right hand on my chest so that the bridge of her palm was next to my left nipple, then she took my right hand and placed it on her breast in mirror fashion . It felt like she was casting a spell on me and the lines of magnetic force were going through me and binding me to her. Part of my brain urged me to caress her breast and rub her nipple through the material, but the effect of the spell was stronger. If anything, this moment of calm and trust between us had a sacred quality and was something to honor, something I wanted to honor.
– Tudor, this time is for you. It’s time to let go of worldly worries, hurts and fears, frustrations and concerns. There is nothing to be afraid of. Free yourself from everything that causes you pain, from everything that blocks the experience of happiness. Thank you Tudor, for allowing this woman to touch your body.
It seemed fair to me to answer:
– Thank you, Renatta. I invite you to touch my body, please touch any part of it and in any way you want.
Even with my eyes closed I could feel his smile and that whispered “Thank you”. She came a little closer.
– Your body is the temple of your soul, which is more important than all your other things, more important than your thoughts, more important than your ideas, more important than all the parts of your body.
– Your body is the temple of your mind, which is the source of your most beautiful ideas, while she placed a hand on my forehead.
– Your body is the temple of your heart, which is the source of your love, as she moves her hand to my heart.
– Your body is the temple of your sex, producing the strongest desires and the force to create a new life as he moves his hand to my genitals.
Did her hand linger this time? She gently pressed her palm to my cock, while touching my scrotum with her fingertips. I was still wearing the towel and felt my penis expand and harden. A wave of excitement went through me as I felt the contact with the soft cotton. I was sure Renatta recognized my agitation.
He moved his hands to my waist, pulling gently on the towel to release where it was stuck. Instead of letting it fall, he gradually pulled it down as he slowly circled me until I was completely naked, all the while letting him caress my skin through every inch of his journey.
We were now standing face to face, as close as almost touching. She brought her hands to her neck and with one quick movement she untied the knot and let the scarf fall, leaving her as bare as me. I couldn’t help but stare, no doubt, gaping at her toned body, sculpted legs and hips, flat stomach suggesting regular exercise. Naturally, my eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to her pubic triangle, shaved but with a small strip of hair on top cut very short. When he looked into my eyes, my heart seemed to stop for a moment. It was a moment frozen in time when I came face to face with an angel. Another moment and I would have been overcome with emotion and I would have taken her in my arms and kissed every inch of her body.
– Tudor, come here.
He took my hand and told me to sit in a sitting position on the mattress. She sat back with her legs outstretched and wrapped her body around me. She held me close to her and leaned me back so that more of my weight was supported by her body. Her breast was deliciously soft, but her nipples were hard as they pressed against me. For the first time during the erotic massage I felt awkward, instinctive and tensed my muscles to avoid putting too much weight on her.
– Is that okay with you, Renatta? It must be awkward for you if I lean back.
– My dear Tudor, you can lean on me. Relax on my body… Yes, like this, feel me holding you, feel my skin on your skin, my breasts on your back as I hold you.
Renatta put her hands on my chest and hugged me gently, rocking from side to side. The tantric erotic massages I’ve had before were caring and sensitive, but this was on another level. Wherever he touched a part of my body, he did so as if it were something he cherished. He lightly ran his hands over my chest, making circles and letting his palms run over my nipples, which were now stiff. From time to time he played with them, teasing and pinching them with his fingertips. I didn’t want this magic to end, but I started to worry about a premature orgasm when I felt and saw my penis getting harder and harder. He must have sensed my arousal because he leaned in harder and moved a hand to my cock and gently touched the length of it with his fingertips. I was starting to lose control…..
– Oh, Renatta, you make me let go too soon…
– Shhhh, Tudor. No, you won’t let go yet. As you stroke your lingam, I feel your sexual energy pass through me. If your arousal gets too high, I’ll help you hold the energy and save it for later. Tantra is about building but holding back, letting the tension subside, then building again until the time is right….
She moved her hand away from the danger zone and in fluid strokes caressed my chest but avoiding my nipples, her hands pressing as they went down each side, then gently as they moved back up. The changed dynamic of her touch dissipated the tension and I went limp again, much to my relief.
He brought his head closer to mine and whispered
– I’m going to give you a slow and gentle head and face massage now.
For the next few minutes, she caressed my head and face, tracing my contours with her fingers. With strong strokes, she teased my scalp, then with delicate touches she lingered over and behind my ears, neck and nape, forehead, eyebrows, cheeks and finally my lips, contouring each part.
– I will do the body massage now, starting with the arm and leg massage. Is that warm enough for you or would you like me to put a towel over you?”
I thought about it, getting comfortable, and decided I preferred to be naked, as she was. It was a wonderful feeling to be completely exposed to her sight and available to her touch, realizing that I was happy that she could do whatever she wanted to me.
– I’d rather be completely naked, Renatta. I want you to see me and have access to me completely.
Before I was completely lost in my fantasies, she moved from under me and sat me on my back with my legs slightly apart. He sat facing me with his leg resting on my hip. He started with my right hand, using his palms on my hand, then my arm. Her touch was magical, relaxing and releasing tension. Again and again I felt little waves of energy flow through me. It was a lovely touch when she sat so close, and when she massaged my arm, she placed my hand on her breast. It was like it was more than a massage and we were lovers…in my mind I imagined we were. Sometimes I gave in a little to the temptation to let my hand caress her while she worked. Although he didn’t say anything or resist, I thought from the way he looked at me that it wasn’t really intentional. Still, she gave me a knowing smile, as if she’d caught me but let me slip away. I smiled sheepishly in return.
When she moved to massage my legs, she placed them side by side with my soles on her stomach and started at the ankles. With each upward movement, she leaned forward, her lithe body allowing her to reach where her legs met. Her touch became lighter as her hands moved closer to my pelvis and lingered for a moment. Her caress gradually turned from the outside to the inside, becoming increasingly exciting. I started to get excited when her fingers reached the inside of my thighs as she made no attempt to avoid touching my scrotum. I had more naughty thoughts about how I would like to touch her…
Then he said:
“Time to go back to lying on your stomach. Do not rush.
I appreciated the need for this advice. I was so physically relaxed that coming back wasn’t as easy as it normally is. My limbs didn’t have enough strength to lift me off the mattress, and I had to move my legs very deliberately to keep my balance, even in a position so close to supine. After a few moments I sat face down and Renatta placed another pillow so I could rest my head comfortably.
She massaged me with sensitive and fluid movements, running her hands in parallel along the length of my body, shoulders, outer back, hips, buttocks, thighs, knees, shins, ankles and feet. She worked from the outside to the middle so that after a dozen strokes her hand was running along my spine and between my buttocks, slowing down as her fingertips explored my dark cleft, stopping at the puckered skin of my rosebud whose center is my secret opening, the anus. A few times she probed between my buttocks, going deeper and deeper into my hole, until I felt her finger approaching, promising a deliciously naughty and deliciously sexy penetration through my sphincter.
