They say, "you never really forget your first love, it will always live in your heart." Same is true of my first tantric massage session. I had learnt the skills but itching to use them. I posted an advert on Locanto** and to my surprise I got the msg same afternoon. I chatted for a while, the other person was curious about tantra which I explained. But all through the chat I had a feeling that I was not chatting with a lady... didn't say anything because I didn't wanna offend. After chatting for few hours the person themselves confessed to being a boy and that he was chatting on behalf of his girlfriend. I said, "Hmm....okay." Later he told me, she will msg me directly as she is very much interested and wants to take this further. Something piqued her interest after he had forwarded our chat. I waited and waited, it was late night when I finally got the msg. She talked about their fantasy about getting an erotic massage while her boyfriend watches and some exhibitionism. We really hit it off, when we finally wished good night it was 2 am. We had been chatting for nearly 3 hrs but felt like not even 20 min had passed....
Next morning I got a message from her to meet in the evening. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. I groomed myself well (I usually do, but I think I paid extra attention that morning, I was even late for work 😅). She was gonna msg me in the noon about place and time. She asked me to come to a metro station which was about equidistant for both.
I was waiting on the platform when someone tapped on my shoulder from behind. I turned and saw a young, fair, slim girl in her early twenties, wearing bright red cropped-up top flaunting her sexy belly button and glimpses of her full, luscious looking breasts at top with a deep v-neck. She downed black low waist legging that was snuggly fitting on her curves accentuating them more. I was so captivated by her that I didn't notice her boyfriend standing besides her until she introduced him. He was a slim, well groomed, spectacled guy with a smile on his face and naughtiness in his eyes.
We decided to get some coffee nearby and get acquainted. Whole time we were so into each other that her boyfriend was just an observer. Under the table she was rubbing her feet against mine and grabbing my hand in between as we chatted. She even caught me staring down her cleavage few times, each time she would bend some more as if trying to give me a clearer look but teasingly cover it with her hand before I could get a good look.
After a while the guy excused himself to restroom, as soon as he left, she came and sat next to me, grabbing my arm which was now pressed against her soft breasts. She whispered in my ear, "you've been staring at my melons the whole time... how's your tiger in the pants doing?" I was taken aback by her boldness but still manged to blurt, "would you like to check on my tiger yourself?" She grabbed at my groin the next instance and started feeling my erection, rubbing, grabbing. I saw the guy returning from restroom from the corner of my eye and tried to move away. She pulled me towards her burying my arm between her melons and still rubbing my erection. The guy realised what was going on and took the opposite from us, giving me a consensual smile.
We made plans to meet on Friday evening the same week at her place as her parents won't be home. We exchanged numbers and walked towards station. She was still holding my arm, while the guy was few paces behind us carrying her handbag. She kissed on my cheek as we said our goodbyes on the platform and boarded our trains.
I sat in the corner still not believing what had happened. As soon I reached my place, got a text from her, "Can't wait for Friday, when your strong hands will be all over me." To which I replied, " you'll be in good hands".
(Look forward for tomorrow's post about most erotic n detailed description of my very first tantric massage)
