As usual, he was horny and hard, I teased him, pulling the sheets back and taking his hard cock in my mouth, I felt his cock pulse with each suck.
“Enough,” I said and pulled away. “You have a treat later I have booked you a massage.”
He was surprised, and said that if the masseur were anything like the one he booked for me he would probably make a mess on the bed. Little did he know!
The morning was spent lazing by the pool, and as the sun got hotter. We retired to the shade of the parasol for a lunchtime gin and tonic.
I told Charles to shower and get ready for his treat as it would be happening in about ten minutes, the doorbell rang just as he was getting out of the shower; I called and told him to lie on the bed with his underwear on.
This would be a surprise; the masseur was a man. He was fit tanned, toned, and in his early forties. He was wearing shorts, a tee shirt and looked good. I led him upstairs, Charles was laid face up on the bed and looked shocked at the presence of a man, he knew this was a tantric massage and what that meant, but having a man massage him was not in his thoughts.
To be fair, a woman massaging me so intimately wasn’t something I would have chosen, but it turned him on and I must say, it worked for me.
This was making me wet just thinking of it, but I must admit, I would have been happy to have swopped places and had this hunk bring me off.
The masseur introduced himself as Mario and then went into the bathroom to change, he asked Charles to be face down and naked when he returned.
He re-entered the bedroom with just a wrap around his waist.
He set his I pad playing some soft spa type music to compliment the Tantric experience. I sat in the chair at the end of the bed and watched as he started to drizzle oil over Charles’s back bum and legs.
He gently smoothed the oil across his back and legs making his body shine. He then slowly started the gentle massage movements.
Both hands with thumbs extended gently pushing over his shoulders and into the nape of Charles’s neck.
Just watching this was getting me wet, sat in my bikini, I could feel my nipples hardening and the familiar ache in the pit of my stomach, as I watched.
I was feeling sort of strange, almost as though I was invisible to the other two people in the room. I couldn’t stop myself I gently stroked my pussy through my bikini pants. I traced my finger between my pussy lips and over my now hardening clit. I could feel the warmth of my pussy through my pants as my juices started to flow.
Mario was making slow light strokes down Charles’s back, and tracing one finger lightly up his spine reaching his neck and then slowly down again. Charles’s legs were together and he looked a little tense.
Mario gently lifted one of Charles’s legs and gently massaged his foot. As he lowered the leg, he moved it to the left leaving them slightly apart. I could now see Charles’s balls and the crease of his bum; I felt my pussy spasm through the thin material of my pants. As I watched Mario’s hand, slowly tracing up the inside of Charles’s leg, over his calf, up the inside of his knee, tracing up his thigh and along the crease of his bum.
I saw his bum tighten, and then relax as his hand moved away and traced away down the inside of his other leg. I slid myself further down the chair and slipped a hand inside my pants feeling the heat and moistness of my pussy. I rolled the hood of my clit between thumb and forefinger, my pussy was wet and wanting. I pushed my other hand between my legs and eased two fingers deep into my sopping wet hole.
This was a big turn on; my nipples were hard pushing against my bikini top I was getting the feeling deep in my stomach that precedes an orgasm.
I brushed my fingers lightly over my exposed clit. The sensitivity was intense. I curled the two fingers inside of me and stroked over my G spot, my clit was throbbing and I was close to cumming.
The movements of Mario continued, he traced up the inside of Charles’s legs but at the top of each stroke, he passed gently over his oiled balls.
With each slow stroke as his fingers traced over his balls there was an involuntary quiver and then another as he traced the crease of his bum.
I stopped moving my hand, slid my fingers out of my pussy, and brought them up to my mouth, tasting my juices, sending shivers through my body.
I watched as the lingam part of the tantric massage started, just as the girl had done to me he soaked his hands with oil and with both hands gently rolled Charles’s balls between his fingers, slowly and sensually just as my pussy lips had been treated.
As I watched the urge was too great, and I once again slid two fingers inside myself and started to stroke my clit, I was lifting my bum off the chair and moving against my hand as I watched.
Mario move one hand with a pointed finger, traced from Charles’s balls along the crack in his bum, and then gently circle his hole. I felt the feelings from my clit start to surge through me and as he gently pushed his oiled finger inside. I knew how it felt, when I had fingered Charles he clenched around my finger.
I bit my lip as my first orgasm started. I watched him stroking Charles’s balls and slowly massaging his prostrate.
I let out a scream as my orgasm surged through me.
Mario looked back at me smiled, and then continued the Tantric prostrate massage. Charles would be getting a feeling as though he was about to cum.
The tingling in my body was reaching my toes, I continued gently stroking my clit, juices now wetting inside my bikini pants.
I slid my wet fingers out of my soaking pussy and lifted one of my breasts out of my bikini top. I gently rolled my rock hard nipple between my fingers sending shudders through my body.
Mario asked Charles to turn over. As he did his hard erect cock came into full view pointing toward his chin. The final part of the Lingam was starting.
His oiled hands stroked Charles’s cock one following the other in a smooth slow upward stroke.
This continued for three strokes and then his cock was moved. Following a clockwise direction to the three o clock position, the movement was repeated, following all points of the clock.
This was the Tantric Lingam massage.
My fingers were now back deep inside me and moving quickly in and out, brushing my G spot with every stroke. I was watching his glistening bulbous end tight and stretched ready to explode.
Mario motioned me over, why was I not embarrassed? I pulled my fingers out of my wet pussy the noise was covered by the light music, and I made my way to the bed; he beckoned me to kneel astride Charles.
I looked at his hard cock and wanted it inside me. I knelt over him facing his feet pulled my pants to one side exposing my wet pink pussy lips engorged from my intense masturbation.
Mario held and guided Charles’s stiff cock into my wet hole, I gently slid onto it taking in the full length and feeling it spreading me and brushing my G spot.
Mario slid his hand from Charles’s cock to my clit, and followed my movements up and down with just the right pressure. The sensitivity of my clit; someone else rubbing it and Charles’s cock inside me was too much.
Charles’s cock rubbing with just the right pressure on my “G” spot was sending me over the edge. I felt the surge start through my stomach. My pussy was throbbing and pulsing.
His cock was throbbing as I rode it. The spasms through my pussy were extreme and as the orgasm finally took hold.
I felt my own juices squirt and the hot cum from Charles’s throbbing cock explode deep inside me. I couldn’t hold back and moaned out loud.
“Adios,” said Mario as he left us to collect his things, and he quietly left. I lifted myself off and looked at Charles’s glistening cock, coated in our cum.
I shifted my pussy toward his face and took his cock in my mouth. I felt his tongue lapping at my dripping pussy ending with us both tasting our cum.
I sucked him clean.
I lay beside him and we kissed long hard and passionately.
“Nice massage?” I said.