How do you describe a massage? Relaxing? Soothing? Time for yourself? Maybe all three? How then do you describe a massage with a sexual element, one which you had not thought of before, until suggested, one which you were not sure of at first? Quite difficult, but here goes ......

I wont deny that I was unsure when this was first suggested, not the actual massage nor going with someone of the opposite sex who would also be in the same room being massaged by another therapist, but more the intimate element of the Tantric massage a Yoni Massage; and for my companion; Lingham Massage.

As we drove to the Beauty Salon yesterday on a warm and sunny day, my thoughts wandered as to how the session would proceed, how I would feel and in some ways what would be “expected” of me. Nervous? Yes I was. On arrival at the Salon with my companion it was not as I had imagined, far, far better in fact. The decor was subtle, the room dark with relaxing music and lava lamps to enhance the atmosphere. Two massage tables, close to each other, towels folded neatly on the tables, all very professional. A pleasant aroma from the small oil burner on the table, just enough to scent the room.

At that point I felt very calm and relaxed, not as I had done earlier that morning with my mind racing continuously. The therapist closed the door as she left us alone, and the darkness of the room gave me a feeling of warmth and arousal at what might proceed. As I looked at my companion we exchanged glances which spoke volumes. Once we were undressed and lying face down on the massage tables the therapists returned, wearing a towel around each of them, which was subsequently removed. That to a certain extent “threw” me and I looked across to my companion who was relaxed with his eyes closed. I hadn’t realised that they too would be naked during the massage. I too closed my eyes and the therapist began to massage my right leg, the warmed oils were very inviting. I could feel all the tension slowly lifting from my body as she then moved to the other leg, the other therapist working in “sync” on my companion so that we both were at the same point in the massages. Suddenly she moved her hands up onto my buttocks, momentarily it felt strange but once she was massaging again, and I was listening to the music and relaxing I could feel myself drifting a little and feeling sleepy. At this point my companion and I reached across and held hands, that enhanced the mood for me and I felt yet again peaceful and content.

The therapists hands were then between my legs, massaging slowly and gently my lower regions. How weird did that feel at first? Very!!! To have another woman touch you intimately there, although knowing that it would happen was at first a little scary, but as she added more oil and continued I could feel a build up of arousal, her fingers just gently touching me, but arousing me too, as I looked across at my companion and he was relaxed, and obviously enjoying himself. I remember a little “whimper” that I made. It felt good, in fact more than good ... it felt very sexual and very arousing.

After a short while she continued to massage up my back, shoulders and down again, time went so quickly, what was an hour’s massage could have gone on for 2 or 3 for me, I could have laid there for a few more hours just wallowing in this pampering and how good it made me feel. A new experience, but one I shall treasure.

We were then asked at the same time to both turn over and lie on our backs. Again we linked hands as the massage continued, legs, thighs, genitals, stomach, arms, breasts, shoulders. All done very slowly but firmly and with great care nothing rushed. Suddenly the therapist’s hands were massaging me in the most intimate area and she touched my clitoris with her finger in a very “feathery” motion, but it was enough to arouse me. It was then that I remember moaning, quite loudly at one point (apparently the people in the office above can hear you!!). But I couldn’t control myself, the intensity of what she was doing cannot be fully described, it was amazing. As I glanced over at my companion he was receiving a Lingam massage and by the movements/sounds was too in the throws of an orgasm. How I wanted to reach across and touch his erection but was told by the Therapists that was not allowed. This was a wonderful experience. To think that it was a woman who was bringing me to this point, but not only that, also because there were two of us enjoying something so pleasurable, so intimate and relaxing, along with holding each others hand is indescribable. My mind wandering, thinking, how much more of this can I take, how I hoped we would cum together in harmony.

I admit my moans got louder, I couldn’t stop myself, I make no apology for it. Swiftly she moved on – upwards over my stomach, breasts and shoulders again, but just as quickly back down for what was for me at that point the most arousing moment as she never let her fingers move from my clitoris until I had reached arousal level. My whole body felt warm, relaxed and wanting for more. Sadly as my legs got massaged again it wasn’t to be. Hot flannels followed, to soak up the oils and then we were draped in warm white towels and left to relax for a while. The therapists left the room. As I lay there I could feel all the tensions had eased, my legs were like jelly and I didn’t know if I would orgasm again at that point. Unfortunately I didn’t, but the immense feeling of sexual awareness made me need to hold on to my companion for a short while as he stood in front of me. My body shaking slightly as I came down from the plateau I was on.

Time to dress and leave ..... not before I made up an excuse to visit the bathroom, to get me out of the room and clear my head for a few moments, knowing that remaining in that room would have kept the arousal level high.

What an enlightenment ... hopefully to be repeated sometime in the future (if the office above can cope with my noise!!).

Rounded off with some time afterwards in a hotel ... I say no more 😉

The memories will be there for a long time, and how absolutely fantastic it all really was. I do hope it was for my companion too!!!!

The above story is not fiction, it did take place, for obvious reasons I can’t name the Beauty Salon we visited. If you haven’t done Tantric Massage before, try it ... I am glad I have done so. .