Adam smiles kindly at me. “Enjoy.” He then grabs Abbie’s hand and they walk off together down the hall. My eyes follow them as they disappear into a room. Bloody hell, what on earth do Abbie and I have in common?
My nervous eyes flick to Antonio who looks at me gently. “Your name is Natasha?” he asks in a heavy accent. Oh boy, he sounds good. His voice is velvety and enticing, definitely Italian. Shit, next shop we go to is going to be an adult warehouse. No bones about it, I’m becoming desperate. I’m checking out the damn masseur now-what’s wrong with me?
He leads me to the massage room .
It’s large and all white with a huge expensive brightly coloured bunch of flowers sitting on the counter. The room is immaculate, a huge extra-wide white massage table is in the middle of the room and a white leather lounge sits in the corner. This place is swish.
“Natasha, just change in here,” he says kindly as he opens the door to a bathroom off the massage room.
I nod nervously. “What do you want me to wear?” I stammer nervously. Maybe I should have worn a swimming costume.
He smiles as his eyes drop down my body. “Nothing, I need you naked.”
“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.
This really is … I can feel myself reaching a new level of, oh shit.
He sits on the bed between my legs and they fall open at his touch. My eyes flick up to him and he smiles warmly at me as he picks up my foot and rests it on his shoulder, he starts to massage my hamstring muscle then down to my butt. His fingers once again circle the outer lips of my sex on the upstroke.
“Does this feel nice?” he coos as his eyes lock on mine.
“Yes,” I whisper as I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from groaning out loud.
He does the other leg, and once again his fingertips explore my sex. Still in a non- threatening way. This is different to the way Joshua touches me. Patient, medicinal even. I am not threatened by this man at all. He’s not being sleazy or pushy and I find I am very quickly falling into an almost trance-like state.
Hi swings his legs over the massage bed so he is seated straddling it and he picks up my other leg and puts my foot onto his chest next to the other one. His fingers and hands massage my hamstring muscles, then move up to my hipbones where he rubs my hipbones. For some reason the way he is touching my hipbones start to raise my arousal to a new level. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I am naked with my legs up on a hot man or if this has something to do with the Tantric technique, but I feel my knees start to try to fall open by themselves. Oh shit.
“Sshh, don’t fight it. Let your body release. This is totally natural. Sshh,” he whispers again.