Return to the tantric erotic massage parlor
I was tempted to book another erotic massage session the following week but felt it was too early. I thought it would seem like I was too affected by her, I mean it would seem that way to Renata. But if I were to be honest, I would say that it would seem so. In any case, I decided to impose some restraint on myself, and besides, I couldn’t afford a two-hour session every week.
I let a month pass, thinking it was enough time to reflect a sense of proportion, and called Vip Zone again. Before I made the reservation, I asked if Renatta was available. I was slightly disappointed by the response.
– Yes, she is with us on Saturday and Sunday, but now she is not available. But I’m sure you’ll get a wonderful tantric experience from either girl, so I hope you come and enjoy the special wonders of tantra.
I wasn’t sure about it, but so far I had seen someone different every time and I liked it. Part of the enjoyment was because the different personalities and styles invariably brought something a little new. Apparently Renatta was requested to see someone else and my erotic massage was done by an attractive blonde with lovely blue eyes and, as I soon found out, a lovely figure and sensitive and knowledgeable hands. Although younger, she was very accomplished and uninhibited about where and how she touched me. My senses were heightened the whole time. Under other circumstances it would have been in the ninth, but I missed the soul-to-soul experience that Renatta brought. And I missed Renatta…..
I decided that next time I would arrange to see Renatta or not come at all. Again I waited quite a while but when I called I was told she would be there every day for the next week and I specifically asked to see her. However, when I arrived, the lady who greeted me told me that she would be my masseuse. She was tall and large-breasted, with dark, wavy hair, a sensual mouth, and a mischievous look in her brown eyes. She was definitely attractive in an earthy way, actually in a sexy way. But I didn’t want to see her.
– Then I don’t understand. Please don’t take this personally, I find you extremely attractive, but I thought it was arranged to see Renatta, I replied.
The lady looked at me a little disappointed, but she obviously accepted my wish.
– Sorry, let me check then, and with that he excused himself and went back down the corridor.
They must have been talking because a few moments later Renatta came out of the room. She was smiling widely and held out her hands.
– Tudor, she beamed, how nice to see you again! How have you been all these weeks?
– Okay, I just missed you. I was so anxious to see you again. But was there a problem with the booking?
– Not really, don’t worry about it.
He took my hand to lead me into the erotic massage room and once inside he held out his arms and we embraced warmly, pressing into each other and kissing.
The massage followed the same general course as the first, but there were differences. Renatta made a few variations on how she sat and how she touched me, showing me something slightly new. Sometimes she pressed her body against my chest, letting her breasts caress me and her nipples brush against my skin as she massaged me. Occasionally she would position herself in such a way that my hands naturally rested on her, as if inviting me to touch her arms, legs, buttocks, breasts. All of this meant that I was kept at a constant level of arousal. However, as before, touching her in a truly intimate place was out of the question. As much as I dreamed of caressing her labia and the soft wet part between them, exciting myself with thoughts of how to turn her on and pleasure her, I knew I was there to receive rather than give. Her gentleness and confidence were as strong a barrier as any physical restraint.
I have seen Renatta a few times at the Vip Zone and each time our trust in each other grew. Perhaps the most noticeable change since the first meeting was that we were getting to know something about each other, physically, emotionally and spiritually, and the channels of communication between body and body, soul and soul were becoming wider and richer. .
During this phase of our developing relationship, I took the liberty of wearing a pair of white women’s panties under the towel at the start of each session. The contact with the light smooth material and the gentle rubbing was something I always found exciting, indeed such clothing was a regular fixture during my solo masturbation fantasy in bed. Only now I was fantasizing about being with a real person, Renatta.
As things progressed, I ventured to ask if she would be willing to indulge some of my own desires and fetishes. In any other situation, with any other person, I would have felt embarrassed, even ashamed to talk about it, but she was so bloodless that I was neither ashamed nor afraid of her reaction. Indeed, part of me wanted to reveal my innermost desires to him, especially those I would be ashamed to admit to anyone else. I knew she would have limits to what she could do, and I expected my requests to be outside of them, but I was sure that whatever her reaction was, it would be sympathetic.
I couldn’t see her for a while, because I was away from Bucharest. The next time we met, she seemed very happy to see me and a little excited, I could tell, when she led me into one of the rooms where the magic of erotic massage sessions took place. At the start of the session she told me I should relax as there was plenty of time and so it turned out. He spent more time preparing my body’s responsiveness and building sexual energy, while I was able to relax more about the pace of our session and what I might ask for. One of the ways she served me was to have me sit on a chair and sip the herbal tea she prepared while massaging my feet. I had never experienced a foot massage before and I didn’t realize until then how invigorating and relaxing it can be. With great care, he pampered my feet one by one and with his fingertips pushed along the lines of the sole, before working on the toes, pads and the spaces between them. I started to lose track of time as my eyes closed so I had to remind myself not to fall asleep and spill the tea. It was a wonderful part of her to prepare me.
After that, the tantric meeting would proceed as before, albeit with more time to linger at each step. So we each started wearing our own towel and went into the verbal ritual, then she lovingly and slowly undressed me and as I requested she placed the towel under me.
– I like to feel this next to me, I told him.
At first she looked slightly worried and asked:
– Do you mind if they mess up?
I knew that during the erotic massage and her internal explorations, it would become dirty with a mixture of oil, sweat and traces of other fluids. I told him:
– Please Renatta, when I get home, I will take him to bed with me and I want to be able to relive the time we spent together in my dreams. I want it to be wet and carry the scent of our experience so I can remember you as I stroke my lingam to orgasm and dirty it again.
I was tempted to add that I would imagine she was in bed with me and we were making love.
I wasn’t sure what she would think and was delightfully reassured by her next words:
– Ah Tudor, how wonderful. That makes me very happy, that my tantra means so much to you and that you will enjoy a memory of it afterwards.
As always, the erotic massage was personal and intimate, the loving movements of her hands exploring every part of my body. It was something he started doing now, something I asked for now, there was more time and more puGiullia convention to observe, although I wasn’t sure if he would agree.
– I don’t usually do this, but I’ll do it for you if you’re sure it’s what you want.
– Please.
I was lying on my back, blindfolded and naked. I was completely vulnerable, but I wanted whatever he could do. My lingam was erect with excitement and anticipation. Her hands had made those delightfully long, flowing strokes down my legs, lightly along my calves and thighs, lingering a moment at the top to gently caress my genitals, then continuing across my abdomen to my chest, pausing and traveling to encircle my nipples, then teasing them to a mini-erection. Involuntarily I whimpered.
– Mmmm, that’s wonderful. Mmmmmm……..
I whispered:
“Yes, Renatta, please continue…..
“Aaaaarrrgghhhhh!”
I gasped as I gasped in response to the shock as she forcefully pinched both my nipples at the same time and then maintained the pressure. The force wasn’t particularly great and the pain itself was really quite minor, but her loving caresses from earlier had made me let down all my inner defenses. The sudden change in physical sensation amplified my subjective feeling.
– Mmmffffff ……
– Tudor, is it all right? Doesn’t it hurt?
There was concern in her voice, almost panic.
– Yes!! Ah, that’s wonderful….. Yes, thank you, Renatta. I like. Thank you, I wanted this so much.
He then looked down and a mischievous smile crept across his face.
– Well, looking at your lingam, it sure seems to agree. I think it’s time to pay attention to puGiullia.
– Do I agree, to apologize for the way I will behave in the throes of passion?
– Oh Tudor, you will have nothing to apologize for. So let me build the energy within you ready for release.
Renatta took the position in the arrangement as many times before, facing me and arranged with her legs spread under my bent knees. This way, she gave me a wonderful frontal view of her body, while my chest and abdomen, down to my lingam and anus were perfectly accessible to her touch.
With one hand she encircled the base with her thumb and forefinger as she stroked and scratched my chest and belly with the other, letting her fingers slide down and brush against the tip of my cock. She continuously modulated her strong and light movements, making me alternate between approaching crescendo and retreating. Each approach stalled, but got closer to the point of no return from which the climax would have been unstoppable. When I looked at her, I saw her eyes closed in concentration and her mouth relaxed as if in a trance.
She had assured me that the sexual energy I felt was generated within myself and was only allowing it to prepare for release. But I wondered if there was any energy coming from her as she covered herself in a sheen of sweat. My view of her parted legs showed that her yoni had begun to reveal itself as I cheekily captured the dark entrance of her womanhood.
Her tempo started to increase and I heard small sounds of pleasure from her throat. It was easy to imagine that she was experiencing the onset of her own orgasm, but it must have been an illusion. Either way, I felt the unstoppable escalation towards my animal passion and my breathing became faster and stronger. By now, one hand was pumping my manhood with firm strokes while gradually running a finger from the other hand through my sphincter.
Renata’s breathing was getting stronger, and as I looked up again, I saw sweat running down her face, then realized mine was too. I was mere seconds away from orgasm and my hands took on a will of their own as I pinched my nipples hard. I must have closed my eyes involuntarily because everything suddenly went black. I fell over the edge, my limbs stiffened and my hips clenched and thrust. My lingam twitched and my essence gushed out who knows where and I heard my gasps and moans as if from a distance. Then, but perhaps it was only in my imagination, as I could not have been fully aware, I heard, in response, higher-pitched sounds that spoke of the female orgasm. Could it really be true that Renata’s libido responded in tandem with mine?
I couldn’t ask right then, I wasn’t currently able to form intelligible words, let alone construct coherent sentences. Renatta seemed to be still busy catching her breath as she untangled her legs from mine. With an effort she came over and we were nestled together and waited until we recovered.
