The Dancer, Part 2, January 13, 2023, Murten
Rain drizzled lightly onto the cobblestone pavement of Martin’s old town this morning. A though I’m not used to meeting a woman this early and expected to be grumpy, I felt quite good! With a spring in my step, I passed through the clocktower of the old town wall, checking my phone to find the correct address. Walking below the wide arcades, passing small cozy shops and restaurants, I felt the moist fresh air entering and leaving my lungs. Apart from some distant car doors closing, there were not many noises at this time, this part of Murten seemed to be especially quiet at this hour.
Arriving at the address, I didn’t find any doorbell label that looked like it could be Lesya’s. Maybe the empty one? „I’m here“, I texted her and hoped she would answer soon and not let my jacket get too wet. The door opened and behind it was a shy Lesya in soft pajamas. It was harder to communicate with her this time and I was about to find out why.
I followed her up the steps and into the small apartment she had moved to a month ago since the local administration was able to arrange an improvement for Ukrainian refugees – before, Lesya and her daughter had been staying with a guest family.
Holding the warm cup of caramel espresso she had offered me, I let my eyes wander around the room while we talked a bit. Despite the small size of the room, a big christmas tree stood in front of a decorated window and the warm LED lights of it enhanced the cozyness of the one-room flat. In the back, there were two small beds and in front of the tree, I saw the space that she had mentioned while texting. Yes – this floor was large enough for tantra.
„This time, I’m so nervous, I can’t speak english! last time, it was better“, Lesya said. I smiled and took a sip of the coffee. After some more chatting and sipping, I suggested that we will need to put something on the floor before we do the massage and she responded by grabbing the blanket from one of the beds.
„Do you think this will work?“„Maybe, let’s try!“
Lesya spread the blanket on the floor and sat on it in shy anticipation. Last time, she was the aggressive vamp in leather pants, today her energy felt so different!I sat down too and. explained that for the massage, we will have to be naked.
„You first!“
I undressed myself and Lesya started doing the same, and after getting the oil and condoms out of my bag, I instructed her to lie on her belly.
Doing the first strokes of the sequence – slowly moving up one entire side of her body, without oil, starting from the feet – I could hear her fast deep breathing while feeling her chest wave up and down.
„I lie on top of you, ok?“„Yes.“
Doing this seemed to both slow Lesya s breath down to deeper relaxation and intensify arousal in both of us. Our breathing rythms synced and separated, then synced up again.
I got so thirsty! I didn’t want to interrupt our flow, but I had to. And when I got up to get a glass of water, offering to bring her one too, she stood up, following me to the kitchen counter. Part of me wanted to fuck her exactly like this. Part of me wanted to build up more tension and let the sexual energy in my body distribute and charge more. I went with the latter. And to the toilet.
When I came back, Lesya was standing in front of the transparent white curtains by her bed and I wished I could snap a picture. It would have looked like one of those erotic softcore photos.By this time, her back was a lady oiled up and the room smelled of coffee, oil and sweat. I sat down on our blanket and invited Lesya to lie in front of me, her head by my cross-legged lap. She positioned herself like I told her but placed her head into my lap instead of in front of it, which was a great way to dive back in after the break.
I took the bottle and let some oil drip into my palm to at least warm it up a little bit before smearing it onto Lesya s generously sized, soft tits and let her body heat help. When I slid downwards, passing her belly button, and finally greeting her pussy, I could feel her heat on my fingers. And when I moved back upwards, the texture of the area around her nipples got more pronounced, soaked in oil.I stood up, moved to her feet and opened them in a way so I could rest her knees on my legs while sitting. Since I sensed a great readiness and longing, I decided to not tease her – and me – for much longer. I let my oily hands wander to her swollen pussy and started massaging.
„Shall I go inside with my fingers? Or just massage on the outside?“„Yes!“
I could take the physical description to an extreme, the many different sensations and movements would certainly fill pages, even when this phase didn’t take very long before I put on a condom and followed Lesya s warm invitations.
What a gorgeous view, what delicious sensations. I love it when a massage turns into sex like that. I am so much more in tune with a woman and she tends to be so much more connected to her pleasure than with „normal“ sex. Our session quickly demanded for new movements and so we switched to her sitting on top of me, riding my dick in slow conscious slides, sometimes twitching in lust. Lesya was in another world and totally surrendered to her sensations. Her light hair covered my face and chest, caressing me like a feather while her hips massaged my cock with a firm wet grip and when she got up from her knees to stand on her feet to squat, it didn’t take much longer until she came. At least that’s what I thought. And I did too.
When she sat up to release my satisfied dick, we were shocked – the condom had slipped! my penis lay bare on my belly as we looked into each other’s eyes wondering what had happened. She drew out the condom and we were – at least a little – relieved that it didn’t go deep inside of her. I must have caught too much oil and lube on my dick before putting on the condom. Lesson learned.
We checked the time – one hour before her daughter would come back home from school. And a still very horny Lesya. What to do? I went to take a shower and while I scrubbed my balls, I enjoyed thinking about the big wet puddle she had elf on it.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard music playing. My dancer! We danced on the blanket, teasing each other. Mostly teasing me and my satisfied friend. The clock was ticking! And he rose. But I wanted to try too much, too quick. Lesya too. After putting on the second condom, I tried to push her against the wall, entering her from behind. But now, Lesya was not ready. For probably half a minute that felt like an eternity, I tried to shove it in, to no avail. „I think we hurry too much, maybe it won’t work.“ I said to rescue us., ,Yes.“ Lesya said and we sat down and started to talk. I told her about my upcoming trip to Warsaw at the end of the month and she told me the news of her husband having announced that he will leave Ukraine too and come to Switzerland. She introduced this with saying „I have a problem.“. Was this the husband or the ex-husband? Not sure.
And the immediate problem we had was her daughter return in ten minutes! so we quickly gathered up all the condoms and massage liquids, got dressed and I hurried down the stairs after kissing Lesya once more.
The drizzle had stopped. I walked out of the clock tower passage and looked at the group of men who were building up a tent for some kind of festival.
Isn’t it fascinating how just about everything that men do has in effect something to do with women? There are nesting birds and there are songbirds. Nesting birds build a nest, puff out their chest and wait for a female bird to inspect their achievement and stay. Until the irresistible call of a songbird sparks her curiosity.
Power to the songbirds.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10cfy60/tantric_morning_visit