So, at long last I have had my massage! After so many postponements I was beginning to think that fate was against me! Can I say right now that anyone contemplating something like this should REALLY go ahead, it will be money well spent.
I won’t write about the entire experience, it would take too long & I think you would get bored! What I will tell about are the highlights….and the one surprise.
Phil got me to Alison’s studio by mid afternoon yesterday (Saturday) and was sent off to browse the nearby Factory Outlet shopping complex with strict instructions not to return for at least two hours and to be kind to our credit card!
Alison started the session by sitting me down and asking me questions about allergies, past muscular injuries & if I had suffered any re-occurrence of cystitis. She then talked about what she would be doing, how she would not move on to the next level without asking me first and explaining that due to space & infrastructure limitations she would not be able to provide the traditional “cleansing” ritual (no problem as I had bathed before leaving).
The other breaks with tradition were that she opted not to be naked too (fine by me) and the massage would take place on a massage table rather than on cushions on the floor.
Alison got me to undress & change into a sarong that she had provided while she busied herself with two small bowls of warmed oils.
She started with me sat on the table and spent some time teaching me to breath correctly (using my abdomen), she kept at least one hand on me at all times, she then started to massage my head and shoulders, Indian style, then she asked me to stand and she dis-robed me. The next part of the massage was with me laying face down on the table, it culminated with a divine stroke that consisted of her lightly tracing the length of my spine with fingertips, down between my buttocks and lifting off just as she approached my anus, but as she lifted off the one hand, the other hand started the stroke again, this carried on, alternating hands, for a few minutes then she asked me to turn over, again maintaining a point of contact with my skin throughout.
The massage continued with her starting at the top of my chest, over my breasts and down to my abdomen, gradually working her way down my front, then she started on my legs, first the right then the left, each stroke getting further up my thighs until her fingertips were just about brushing my pubic area. All the while she would whisper softly asking me if I was comfortable with what she was doing (needless to say I was!). She then told me that she was going to start the yoni massage next and asked me to bend my knees and let my legs fall naturally apart.
I was supposed to be in a state of relaxed bliss but I have to say that what I was feeling was arousal more than anything else!
She changed from the oils that she had used on my body so far to an oil I recognised straight away: wheatgerm oil. I had used that during both my pregnancies, both to condition my nipples & to help maintain the elasticity of my vulva & perineum. The aroma is unmistakeable!
I can’t be sure what she was doing, I couldn’t see, but it definitely felt wonderful.She seemed to be working on my outer labia, first one side then the other. Again she was whispering asking me if I was ok and if I was happy for her to continue (I was!), then she shifted round and put one hand palm down on my pubic bone, with the other hand she started to gently work the oiled fingers into me. She was obviously aware of my feelings, she whispered encouragement and reminders to keep my breathing rhythmic and deep. I was trying very hard not to squirm, but I think I failed in that respect.She moved the thumb of the hand that was on my pubic bone so the she was now able to start massaging my clitoris, all the while massaging the inner walls of my vagina, front and back, with the fingers of the other hand. I knew that a climax was building & I think I managed to warn her what was approaching, but even as I said it, she had transferred the fingers inside from the back to the front wall of my vagina, right onto my Gspot (or Goddess spot I think she had called it ) and I came, quite wetly! She again whispered encouragement, without breaking the rhythm of her strokes and I felt myself come again. It was at this point that something unexpected, as far as I was concerned, happened. I felt an unbelievable surge of emotion welling up inside me, I used the breathing rhythm to try and control this feeling but I’m pretty certain she was aware of what was going on, I could very easily have started crying! At this stage I had lost all notion of time, I hadn’t a clue how long I had been there. Alison seemed to start winding the massage down, gradually she stopped the strokes and her hand fell still. She still had fingers inside me and a hand resting on my pubic bone, but all was still. I felt this warmth spreading from the hand on my pubis, which seemed to spread up into my chest. I think I was drifting off as I felt like I was floating above the massage table, I was barely aware of Alison withdrawing her hands and covering me with the sarong, I felt like I was looking down on myself. A very odd sensation! When I came round, Alison was no longer in the room, again I had no idea of how long I had been in that trance like state. My legs had been straightened for me, the sarong felt incredibly sensual on my skin and I just wanted to savour the moment. Alison reappeared and asked me if I was ok, turns out the whole process had taken just two hours. She handed me a glass of mineral water & advised me to drink lots for the rest of that day. I got dressed, feeling slightly light headed and went out to find Phil, sat waiting for me.
Would I do it again? Without a moments hesitation! But could I afford it? Remember, this was a freebie as Alison was looking for experience and wanted my feedback (but not there and then!). A full tantric massage does not come cheap, maybe I will save up & spoil myself in the future.
There is one more thing i need to add though, this morning, Phil & I made love. It was one of those lazy Sunday morning sessions, unhampered by children or other distractions. I had two orgasms, the first one was what I would have expected, the second one some 20-30 minutes later was not expected though. Could yesterday’s experience have any thing to do with it? Logic says no, but it is a coincidence, isn’t it