“What?” I stammer as my eyes go wide.
He smiles broadly. “Darling, I can’t massage you properly with clothes on. Trust me, you are in safe hands. You are in control here. Just lie on the table on your stomach and then I will come back in and we will get started.”
I nod and smile nervously. Can’t I have a granny masseur? This guy is too hot for my overheated condition. I quickly undress, and practically run and dive on the table. Bloody Abbie, what has she gotten us into now? He walks back into the room.
“That’s better,” he coos. I am feeling very naked, so I stick my face so far into the face hole in the table to hide my embarrassment he might need pliers to free me.
He warms the oil between his hands, as he is standing down at my feet. He starts to slowly slide his hands up my calf muscles, both hands on one leg at the same time. Oh that feels good.
“Nice,” he whispers.
I smile into the face hole. “Yes,” I answer meekly.
“Natasha, this massage is about deep relaxation. I want you to let go completely.”
I smile into the face hole again. “Hmm,” I answer as I start to unwind.
“The beauty about Tantric massage is the energy that is released into your system,” he whispers.
His hands slide up one leg to my thigh and back down to my feet and around the bottom of my foot.
“Hmm,” I sigh. Hang on, what did he say?
“The energy I will release from your body is a natural high and your stress will be released instantly.”
Oh my god, oh my god. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Did you say Tantric
massage?” I whisper as horror dawns and I instantly tense.
“Sshh, just feel. Stop thinking. Close your eyes, sshh,” he coos. “I won’t push you farther than you can go, you are in control, Natasha. Let’s start with massage. Stop thinking.”
He pours oil onto my back and I feel my eyes close against my will. This really is divine. His expert fingers roam up and down my body, massaging spots I didn’t even know were sore. For over an hour he massages my back, my butt and my legs, my arms and fingers. He’s right I do need this, I haven’t felt this relaxed since I don’t know when. He moves my legs a little further apart and starts to massage the inside of my thighs. This feels so nice, unthreatening and natural. This is actually pretty good. I think I can do this. His fingertips on the upstroke gently start to skim the lips of my sex. What? Mmm, that feels … unexpectedly good.
“That’s it darling. I want you to start to breathe deeply for me. When I stroke up I want you to breathe out and then in on the downstroke.”
“Ok,” I whisper nervously. I really want to go through with this. Abbie will never let me live it down.
His hands go up my legs again and I breathe out, they slide down and I breathe in. He does this for what must be twenty minutes. His fingers start to linger on the lips of my sex and his fingers circle firmly before they slide back down my legs. I find on the top of the upstroke I stop breathing altogether. My body is starting to rise to meet his fingertips as my body craves a deeper massage.
“That’s it, sshh. Relax. Let me release your tension.”
This is damn hot.
“Roll over,” he whispers gently.
Oh no, now he has to see my body but for some reason I’m so relaxed I don’t seem to care. I tentatively roll over, where I am greeted by the sight of a large erection through his white pants. Oh fuck! My eyes widen in fear.
He smiles warmly. “Sshh. Relax.”
I nod nervously.
“Close your eyes.” He stands behind me and starts to massage my chest, his hands running over my breasts in a circular motion and then down over my stomach and then back up around the backs of my hips and back around to my breasts.
My eyes close as I feel a deep relaxation sweep over me.
“Sshh,” he coos. The beautiful aroma of the massage oil only heightens my level of relaxation. The music blocks out the outside world. Am I really here, doing this?
“Release,” he whispers. “Sshh.” His heavy velvety accent permeates my senses as his hands go to my legs.