Tantric Massage for Mom

One of the perks of renting our basement apartment via AirBNB in Asheville is you get to meet some very interesting folks. Recently a new renter moved in for a few weeks because his more permanent apartment space isn’t available yet. He’s just started attending a local College of Chinese Medical Arts where he is starting studies in ancient medicine and acupuncture. What I quickly learned is that he’s also a licensed masseuse. In setting the price for the rental apartment I thought I’d also throw some bartered massages in there as I know I can’t afford them any other way. Prior to the first massage I was out doing some gardening and I noticed our renter, Stephen out on the deck of his room doing some stretching and other interesting moves. He eventually invited me up to the deck for some tea and then surprisingly some wine. We chatted about my husband being away and me holding down the fort. As the wine flowed we also chatted about the message business. I was feeling a bit of a buzz from the wine and asked him if any women had ever let say made themselves available to him as he was strong, extremely fit and handsome. He admitted some had but he also could very easily loose his license if ever accused of mis-behavior so he took the higher road. I continued to flirt that I’d certainly never report him of any such thing. The conversation then led to him asking about my husband and what I do to relieve sexual tensions. I told him I had a very good collection of battery operated friends and large supply of Costco batteries. We had a good laugh. That’s when Stephen told me about Tantric massage. He described it as something very sensual but not sexual. He encouraged me to try it out. We spoke for about 20 more minutes. Stephen answered all my questions about Tantra and the massage. I felt so comfortable with him. He was extremely casual, young and energetic. He was tall with dark hair, olive complexion and a slim athletic yet toned physique. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he could do to me and how much I could possibly enjoy him. We arranged I’m come back down after I got the kids to bed. I was practically cramming them into bed in the hurry to get back downstairs.

Stephen had set up a mattress with towels covering it in the middle of the apartment. He was ready! The oil burner was already on and the ylang ylang sensual oil was on the side table.

Stephen told me to get undressed to my undies, cover yourself with a single towel and lie down facing the mattress.

I unzipped my summer dress and placed it on the chair. I unhooked my blue denim bra and placed it on the chair on top of my summer dress.

I had on a pair of silky white thong undies. I took the white bath towel wrapped it around my torso and lay down on the mattress. Stephen re-entered the room. I could smell the strong citrus lemon scent of the aromatherapy burner. Soft relaxing yoga meditation music started playing. I then felt hands being placed on my upper back. Stephen lathered warm oils up the full length of my back and then started to slowly massage and knead my tension knots out of me. It was soothing and relaxing. I was in heaven. He continued massaging with long flowing strokes up and down, and up and down my back. I felt myself starting to relax and get comfortable despite all my anxiety and nerves that consumed me when I entered my place with this strange guy I picked up on the net.

He lifted my towel and started to massage my legs and thighs. All my tension was melting away with each stroke of his strong firm yet gentle hands. I then had my first foot reflexology experience, as Stephen pressed his fingers tightly into my pressure points at the bottom of my foot. It ached and burned but then felt wonderful afterwards.

Stephen then told me the massage was going to become more sensual now, and to please stop him if I ever feeling uncomfortable.

“Ok!” I blurted out feeling very relaxed and tranquil and not thinking much about things.

He then told me so that he doesn’t get oil all over himself he would be in his undies.

“I don’t mind.” I answered while lying down on the mattress still facing the downward.

Stephen then continued the massage. This time his palm was stretched wide and his strokes were long, starting at the bottom of my legs and moving upwards over my thighs and up to my butt, over my gluts and around down the side of my hamstrings and back down to start again. I felt his hands massaging my gluts, his fingers tracing around my thong undies pushing deep into my muscles. This was much more sensual now. On the return massage stroke his fingers slid down the back of my inner thighs. Feeling his fingers closing in on my panty-line got me instantly aroused. He repeated this cycle a few times. Each time his hands landed on my butt, turned outwards and slid down ever so close to my panties but never touching them I felt my breath being taken away. He was teasing me into a total frenzy. I felt my pussy start to heat and moisten. I so wanted those fingers to get closer to me, to touch me, to hit the target and pleasure me.

On the next stroke he kneaded my butt muscles deeply and then slowly slid his palm down my hamstrings with his fingers spread wide. I without realizing opened my legs wider as his firm hold moved down and then I am sure I felt his one finger on both hands actually touch my panties. My skin was extra sensitive to his touch, with every cell racing. I genuinely had goose bumps as my body awakened and every nerve fired up.

“Jen, its time to turn over,” Stephen commanded.

I was disappointed. I was enjoying the intensity of the build up. Was this the end – an anti-climax after all the teasing?

I turned over and then realized that I was topless. My areolas were a deep purple and shriveled up in little knots surrounding a large pointy pink hard nipple.

I couldn’t peer over at them- it felt too strange; instead I looked over at Stephen, in his tight white boxer undies. He had a cute round butt, with its cheeks pushing the tight material outwards like a ripe round apple. As he turned I saw his penis. It looked erect sticking out in front. I noticed its ridge at the top and the round balls at the bottom.

My imagination was running wild. I wondered if I was allowed to touch his body I dare do so I though to myself. It would be too forward and I don’t know where it would or could lead.

Stephen lathered his fingers in oil and then pinched my nipples hard, pulling them outwards like he was pulling spokes out of a wheel. He repeated the caress by rotating around my breast and massaging outwards from my nipples in different directions. I closed my eyes to take in the experience without thinking too much about it other than the flowing sensations of sexual excitement, which like sharp knives cut through my body, leaving it tingly and extremely aroused. The skin all over my chest went a bright red almost like a rash.

Stephen moved off my breasts and then massaged my stomach and thighs. He then pulled my legs wide apart and he slowly applied light strokes just inches from my panty line. He was so close but managed not to touch my panty covered mound and pussy. I was throbbing and on fire. By now I was soaking wet inside.

“Are you ok with me taking off your panties now?” he asked.

I didn’t know what to reply so I put my hands on the waist to slide them down, but Stephen took over and peeled them down my torso and legs. At this point I didn’t care anymore that an obvious wet spot running the length of my pussy was visible. I looked down my legs as I arched my butt upwards to enable my panties to come off my butt and I noticed a thin string of white creamy stringy substance stretch in the air between my pussy lips and the panties as they were removed. It looked almost like a spider web but this was my pussy juice oozing out of me from continual stimulation.

“I am going to give you a sacred yoni massage now. You must just let go and go with the flow. Enjoy it and let me indulge you. I want you to breath in deeply sucking up all your breath deep inside yourself while tensing your pelvic floor, hold your breath and tense even stronger and then let out quick exhales as you gently rock your hips and push the breath upwards through your body letting it out in gasp. Your Kundalini energy will then move through your body elevating it into a high Tantric state. Repeat this cycle for the next few minutes.” Stephen instructed me, demonstrating the way to breathe for me.

He then moved close to me. He finally touched me on my pussy, grasping my swollen outer labia folds, ever so gently, between his index finger and thumb and very slowly he slid his fingers up and down the folds. This felt incredible. He commented on how beautiful and large my labia were. I could feel my pussy getting more and more damp and its muscles just opening up as if making itself ready for to take in a big cock for a really good fuck. Stephen, continued to caress my outer folds on both sides and then my inner folds slowly taking a lot of time and not rushing along. I clenched my facial muscles as my heart raced and my breathing quickened. I was riding a wave of pleasure willed with tingly sensations all over. My pussy was throbbing like a taught spring ready to jump and uncoil.

A minute passed by as he massage me, teased me, caressed me, and aroused me to new heights. I opened my eyes and looked on at Stephen. He had a huge erection poking out of his undies. I put my palm against it feeling his bulging hard-on. I had broken the ice. He quickly pulled his undies off and stood there totally naked. I put my hand under his penis and I cupped his hanging balls. They were hairy but sexy. I then put my hand around his waist and I felt his butt cheeks. I was having an effect on Stephen. I was arousing him even more.

He stopped massaging my vulva and then suddenly landed a finger on my clit. I actually jumped from my hips and I let out scream. I could not hold it back. I wanted more. My clit was a knotted end of a live high voltage wire. I took his cock in my hand and grasped it tightly and I started to masturbate him.

His circled my clit with his finger applying just the right pressure. I was gasping for air. I wished for that cock to enter my pussy and feel it fuck me and pound me hard inside again and again until I felt the warm cum spurt out and explode against my vaginal walls.

I continued to pull up and down his cock. It was red from arousal and pointed up sky high. I then felt a finger or two penetrate into my pussy and massage my g-spot deep inside. I immediately had an orgasm. He continued to rub as I enjoyed wave upon wave of pleasure wash over me.

“I want you to experience an emotional release. It’s from a deep anal massage. Not everyone is happy to try, but I highly recommend it,” Stephen spoke as he withdrew his hands off my body.

“Ok!” was all I could muster at the time.

“Turn around on all fours and bend forwards like in a yoga pose while keeping your knees close but opening your feet wide apart,” Stephen instructed.

I did this and then I felt some gel being lathered around the entrance to my butt holed.

I then felt a finger penetrate me and it went deeper and deeper. I first felt discomfort but as my muscles relaxed it got better. He then massaged me deep inside. This was a very new sensation to me but absolutely unbelievable. I could not help my sound effects. On every push I had to let out an expression of joy and pleasure. He massaged me deep in my anal canal for about 10 minutes. I felt myself starting to cum again, but this time it was 1000 times more intense. I just let go of my inhibitions and I put my one hand in between my open legs and I rubbed at my own clitoris as he continued to massage my anus. I had the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I don’t squirt often but this time I was shooting a intense stream of juice out of my very well worked pussy. I arched my back upward and lifted up my body with sweat and juices just dripping down me. I turned around and I put my mouth over his cock and I pumped it up and down until he spurted cum right into my mouth. I didn’t even spit it out. I swallowed it all up as we both smiled at each other and our bodies just melted away from the experience.

I didn’t know what to say to him. I was in a surreal state – almost like an out of body experience. His talent is truly like a secret ancient art. Once I could speak again I told him I would love to continue the education and experience. He said I was a very giving client and he’d be happy to. When I visited him the next day I sent my husband the following text to let me know I’d found a wonderful new tenant. J Kisses, Jen

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