A Tantric Experience

Chapter 4 - Charli

I had done my research, if you can even call it that, before we left. But nothing I read online could have prepared me. Watching Steve's massage was one of hottest thing I had seen in like forever and now it was my turn.

While Steve was getting his treatment Tomas had worked slightly warm oil around my anus, adding an amount of pressure without pushing inside. Trying to relax had been hard at first but his touch was so gentle that my body soon melted. That was until Tomas came back with more oil.

I knew that the massage was designed to heighten our bodies to the sexual experience without actually committing the act in question, but I didn't realise it would include Tomas's thumbs actually being inside my body. Starting slow, spreading my legs slightly apart he ran his hands down either side of my mound, his fingers brushing up along the tops of the thighs as he continued. This went on for a few minutes before stopping. As Steve moaned and cursed through his own preparation Tomas oiled his hands again.

"Miss Hall I need you to breathe slowly in and out as I start the next step" face turned on the table, eyes closed, I nod.

"deep ... slow ... breathing in.." Filling my lungs, I tense when I feel his thumb pressing against my pussy. Pressing his thumb just a inches or two inside he stops "... and out again..."

Following his instructions I gently release the air from my lungs. His thumbs, both of them now, move in gentle circling motions but with each downward stroke, he pushes against the wall of the sensitive channel, stretching it, oiling it. The first time it burns and I hiss through my teeth. Keeping up with my breathing in and out, I grow used to the sensation.

When I'm asked to roll over I feel a tenderness that transmits to pleasure when my legs come together. Laid on my back, a pillow behind my knees, I listen as Tomas explains to both Steve and I what will happen next. Forgetting all about my breathing I start to pant, a tiny curl of panic taking root in the bottom of my stomach.

The panic is irrational. I have nothing to fear here. Focusing on the slow breathing I was doing before I turned over I feel calmer when Tomas asks if I'm ready to start.

Arms by my side I can feel the subtle weight of the ring on my finger as the massage starts. Risking a look over to the table beside me I find Steve watching. Eyes dilated he seems to be focused on what Tomas is doing and that is when I feel his touch. Using what I think is the sides of his thumbs he rubs slow in small circling motions.

"In through the nose, nice even breaths..." Tomas doesn't speak loudly but there is no need. Apart for mine and Steve's breathing, there is no other sound in the room.

Changing from his thumbs to his fingers, I think I can feel two, as the circling moves up and over my mound, he applies a little pressure and I can feel myself opening under his touch. Flexing my hips I bite my lip again when his ministrations move lower heading towards my ass. Coming back up following the seam between my mound and my thighs, he again applies pressure.

"Now you are opened and relaxed I will change oils, water based nothing harsh against your delicate inner folds I'm going to move to your clitoris. Listen and focus on Mister Fossbrook's breathing ..."

It seems like too much effort to turn my head to see what is happening to Steve. Instead, I listen to his breathing. Going from slow steady breaths he quickly pants, the panting lasting a few seconds before he returns to normal.

Wondering what Melina is doing to him I don't really have time to wonder. Tiny, feather light circling starts along one side of my clitoris. When I gasp, the sound somewhere between a moan and panting, Tomas moves to the other side. He keeps this up running his finger along the sides of my clit until I'm moaning loudly. That all too familiar tightness starts in the pit of my stomach, my hips lifting to his touch.

Just as my body is climbing towards that ultimate release Tomas changes position. Softly dragging his finger through my outer lips he pulls them open. The oil is warm and as he works stroking and kneading my outer then inner lips, the heat seems to build.

Getting warmer and warmer, the sensation isn't uncomfortable, far from it. It's the same feeling I get when Steve is pushing into me. As his thrusts pick up speed, concentrated warmth spreads from that connecting point.

"Now as her body opens and is ready to accept, I will move..." My groan is loud when he does that. My mouth opening in a soundless scream, Tomas's thumbs start again with their gentle circling.

He has already massaged my perineum when I was laid on my stomach, now on my back, he moves to do it again. The only difference, this time he uses both thumbs. One entering my pussy he rubs his other along the outside, pressing his thumbs gently together through the thin membrane.

It feels like I have orgasmed multiple times when Tomas finally stops. My head is spinning and I find the strength to roll my head Steve's way. I find him still watching me. On his stomach he is breathing slowly, his back rising and falling and as I watch, my own breath seems to synchronise with his. The others in the room, Tomas and Melina, fade into the background my focus totally on Steve ...