A tantric massage
When I returned to Bucharest, I thought about the call I had made a few days earlier, when I made my appointment. She had answered the phone in a low, husky voice that stirred anticipation and a deep heaviness in my stomach, and I had been looking forward to this meeting for several days. I found the house and drove down the road and parked.
The door opened and I was greeted by an elegant blonde haired woman wearing a matching silk blouse and long pants with cream heels. A little thin for my taste, but beautifully sculpted cheekbones and long, graceful fingers, short clipped nails.
– Welcome, please come in.
There were candles lit in the room, soft rays of light around the room, a pleasant aroma, a sense of calm. She closed and locked the door, a click of privacy. This would be our time.
We talked a little. We had left the city mid-afternoon, she had enjoyed a morning coffee in one of the nearby cafes, we were a pair of professionals looking for some quiet time. She asked me what I knew about Tantra and I talked about Margot Arnand and that I had one of her books and had started some exercises but now I needed a teacher.
She said:
– Let me be the teacher, I can guide you, we will find a moment of pleasure together. Now please take off your clothes and make yourself comfortable.
He led me to a tiled bathroom and gently closed the door. I removed and folded my shirt, pants, socks and panties on the bench and stepped into the shower. Adjusting the flow and temperature I leaned my head back and let the water run over my face and chest, closing my eyes in the luxury of the heat.
I reached for the scented soap and washed the deodorant off my armpits, lathered around my cock and testicles. I pressed a gentle finger over the opening of my ass and felt a nice thickness to my cock. The heat made me hot and long, my testicles full and low.
Turning for the door, I found a thick, luxurious robe, which I wrapped around myself and returned to her room. Now she too had removed her clothes and was standing in front of me in black lace stockings and a garter belt, black lace briefs and a bra that covered her small breasts.
– Come on, let’s hug deeply, we need to hug properly before we start.
I slipped off the warm robe and stood naked before her; she came to me and kept her body right next to mine.
– People always hug with a space between them, she explained, but we shouldn’t be afraid to hold someone close.
I could feel her breasts on the lower part of my chest (she was about 15 cm shorter than me), her belly on my cock pressing warmly. Our arms went around each other and we both held each other tight. Her face was close to my neck and my face to her hair and we stood up and felt the carpet on our toes and our bodies warm and close. I felt relaxed with her and her voice smiled and said:
– Here, isn’t it?
I then lay on my stomach on the padded table, arms hanging low, a small pillow for my head. A click and some soft music started playing and to the rhythm of the music she started a massage from my head to my toes. She explained the different oils and salves, what they did and where they came from. Her soft voice was soothing and trance-like, her hands and fingers pushing and pulling against my skin and muscles ripping the tension from my body. Then he started teaching me to breathe with each movement, deep in my belly and tense one two, with a sigh three four.
She encouraged the noise from deep in my throat and I found I could sigh like a breeze, purr like a kitten and growl like a man.
– People are afraid of their blockages, and the throat is such a blockage, make noise, shout, give yourself permission, find your voice.
Her voice was soothing, steady, encouraging, singing, beautiful. I then began to realize that the music was changing its rhythm, its tension, it also had a voice that was breathing deep and regular, deep and rich, in harmony with my breathing, hah hah hah, ohhhh. I also registered her touch becoming lighter, long and languid on my back, my legs, the backs of my knees, over my soles. I felt a pulse at the base of my abdomen and heat in my penis and bottom.
My legs parted and her hands found the softness of my inner thighs…and then moved temptingly down my legs to my shins and ankles. And then a single long finger trail moved back up my leg and lightly touched my cock that sat between my legs and my cheeks tensed and my back arched about an inch and I felt a slow touch, trance-like, across my opening and up over the fold of my back and then up my spine. God, that was so nice, and so slow, unhurried, and my whole body filled with heat and blood.
And then she was gone, her hands had left my body. I heard a soft slip of the cloth and wondered what he was doing — he didn’t have much to take out… Then I realized he had moved to the head of the table and I felt a soft movement of the cloth over my face, I I opened my eyes to see her right in front of me, the base of her belly now bare, the black lace gone.
She lingered there for a moment, letting my eyes feast on the small strip of hair above her labia and her smooth thighs.
– A landing strip for a pilot from the sky, she said with a smile in her voice, you can go back now.
As I turned and lay back, I felt my cock full but not hard, warm with a slight pulse, nipples also hot and full. Was I so aware of my body, was I so incredibly alive, was I close to bliss?
Now he was back at my feet, at the base of the table. I looked at her bare cheeks and thought, a little too skinny, but that’s still pretty cute – her midsection is now pale flesh that glistens in the candlelight, black stockings on her legs and the cut of cloth black on her back and covering her breasts. She said:
– I’m going to put these on you, and he slid his panties up my legs and over my cock.
– He looked very beautiful, a little treat for my eyes, she said. I hadn’t felt lace around my groin anymore, so here was something delightful, something new.
The music had resumed its slow and gentle rhythm, now like a sea washing over me. He found another oil now, one that warmed my chest and legs. Again, he began to massage my legs, pulling my long toes firmly, his fingers tucked between each toe. And then she said, “look,” and her hot mouth sucked my toes, her tongue caressing my toes.
Ohh that was good, she knew how to arouse my visual senses as well as her hot mouth sucking my toes. My cock was now filling up and pressing against the lace panties. Now her hands alternated between long, deep, firm presses on my legs and thighs, and lingering light fingers and mouth breathing. My balls were full and hot, but her fingers and palms teased around them, not touching but moving closer.
Now her hands were on my belly and above my chest as she explained the chakras and their colors; deep red for the base of the body and anus, earth and dirt; red for the base of the abdomen and genitals, sensuality and birth; orange for navel, for unity and hunger; green over the heart for love and compassion, breath; blue for throat and voice and noise and shouting; indigo for third eye, eyebrow, knowledge and intelligence; purple for the crown of the head, formless, supreme; and then all the lights merged, white and pure and spiritual.
When she moved to my head, she leaned far over me, her hands pushing against my chest, and I felt her soft breasts against my face and gave them a kiss. Then she moved next to me and took a hand, turned it palm up and offered it to the warm spot between her legs. Pressing it hard with my hand, she sighed as well, and as she pushed against my hand, she leaned against my breast and pinched one of my nipples with her teeth, then sucked my nipple and put tongue hard on him.
Both my nipples were full sharp and hard and she pressed her palm to my other breast. Her lips were so smooth that they swayed back and forth on my palm, hot and warm in my hand. I curved my finger up ever so slightly as it entered her crotch, and now her bottom was over my hand, but somehow I knew I didn’t have to push — if she wanted to, she would push into me and do- a. I felt a tight curl of her anus tighten on the tip of my finger.
As she had taught us, we breathed at the same time ah ah ah; we exhale together oh oh oh; and the music also breathes with us. I looked down and her eyes were closed as she sucked and caressed my chest and nipple, breathing heavily on my chest, her legs now clinging to my hand, catching her warmth with my warmth, but still simply holding her by the yoni.
Her tantric yoni word for lips and hair sex, much gentler than puss more meaningful than pussy. The Y is like the splitting of her legs when they meet her belly and the essential sensual division; O is the opening of the hole and the sacred well, soft and fluid; N is for full lips and labia, butterfly wings and smooth, light and blood-veined purple, plump and lush; The I is the knot of the clitoris, hard and small and tight coming out of the lips; Oh, I could kiss him, but not today…
And my cock now, with this pleasure and nerve straight from the nipple to the head, my cock has now broken free from her lace and is long and hard on my belly, her black cloth holding my full balls tight; and she reaches down and with both hands firmly strokes my testicles and pulls them down and away from my body; hard and tight. And now she’s slower, her sex leaves my palm, moves down to the center of the table and is now focused on my cock, my center, my vajra, my lingam.
She explains, hoarse now, that the vajra is the prince’s thunderbolt and staff in ancient Eastern myth, and somehow even more of a splendid word than the Western rooster. But lingam I’m not so sure about, it’s like an even softer tongue. So scepter, cock, vajra bear now — those are her words — hard and hot, both hands rolling my testicles and shaft. This is so much deeper, slower, and richer than anything I’ve ever done or done to myself. This is teaching and I am being taught.
She holds my rod firmly in her hands and with an unexpected surprise, she lowers her mouth to my scepter and tongues my shaft from the root to the top of my purple head and sucks hard, her cheeks absorbed.
– Oh, I wanted to do that, I should have asked your permission, she murmured;
– No permission needed, I replied. God don’t stop. Stop, don’t stop, mouth is so hot, don’t stop…
And now she’s up to the end of the table, her thighs straddling mine. She removed her panties from me now and placed them over my face so I could smell my own musk. He’s got another oil now, thick and cold, and he’s massaging it deep into my groin.
I have never felt so much pressure between my legs, her hands and fingers are around my cock and hot around my testicles. She spreads my legs wide and I’m open to her hands and eyes and voice, I breathe long, slow and deep now, ahhh ahhh ahhh, ohhh ohhh ohhh, and she calls out the heat through each of my centers asking me to make my voice it comes from deep in my chest and throat, and I’m deep and guttural and moaning a lot now, and prompting me to grunt with every exhalation.
And with each inhalation she says squeeze your groin and bottom and push that energy up, and now with each inhalation she says:
– I see your rosebud throbbing and squeezing, I’m going to put my finger on your hole and you’re going to absorb me in your heat.
And her finger nudges my ass hole and pushes into my core. This is so intimate and open and I trust her completely, and she focuses on my throbbing grip and my heat, and suddenly her whole long finger is in my ass.
– That’s it, hold me tight, pull me into your body, your being, your sweet rosebud opens like a flower for me, squeeze my finger.
And now she’s massaging my cock and pulsating my insides with her finger and her other hand is now firm and hard on my shaft and everything has a deep, rich rhythm now.
Her deep, dark eyes, pupils wide, focus on mine and silently command me not to look away, not to close my eyes as my nipples tighten and my chest tightens and all the cock and sex and hole and testicles and hands and fingers take a long breath and ohhhh and she moves her finger mercilessly and rubs hard along my shaft and collapses and she growls now with me growling we are like animals raw sex together and my whole body is my cock and my cock is my whole body and her finger is my cock and my cock is her finger and she’s in me and i’m in me female male open tight closed ecstasy ecstasy and my cock encases a crimson red hardness full smooth smooth head hard shaft and she explores my throbbing asshole sucking her finger into me and she screams and I scream cum pulsating from my depths and my core milked by her finger and squirting over my belly.
Have I ever ejaculated so much and so many pulses? God, I don’t think so, that was amazing, open trust, intimate. She gently removes her finger from me, slips her black panties over my softening cock, and covers me with a warm towel.
– Stay here for ten minutes and catch your breath, she smiles at me and I hear her leaving the room.
The music was timed perfectly and is soothing and peaceful and my heart slows down as does my pulse. I doze off, my body still radiating with warm bliss. Fingers caress my chest gently — my nipples are still erect — and I feel a chill on my stomach. I feel her presence back in the room — she’s dressed now and I’m the one standing naked naked in her room. I stand up slowly and put my feet on the floor.
“Ground yourself,” she says, push your toes into the carpet, feel the solid floor beneath.
I pull my black panties up my legs and walk unsteadily to the chair where my clothes are. As I get dressed (lace feels good for the first time, I wonder if I’ll ever do this again?) we talk one more time. I’ll have a coffee on the way home, I won’t go back to work. We talk about other books and she mentions a new age bookstore that would have other Tantra literature and also a sex shop just down the road run by a pair of white lit witches.
Respectable now, we sit and hug once more, professional and ready to part ways this time. She kisses me on the lips and I feel her tongue brush against mine, just once. She is smiling,
– Maybe we’ll see each other again?
– Maybe, I think so. When I’m ready to learn more, I think I’ll be back.
Time passes, and time has passed. I’ve been back, a few times. I never saw her breasts and never tasted her yoni directly, but my palm was often left with her scent. Sweet teacher.
