by Amy Brent
“Miss Casey,” he said with a nod and wave of his hand. “Please, come in.”
“Thanks,” I said with a heavy sigh. I wiped my hands down my cheeks and gave him an embarrassed smile. “That’s quite a hike.”
“I hope you find it was worth the trouble,” he said, handing me a thick towel that had a P embroidered in one corner. I stared at the towel for a moment. I thought I was supposed to use it to wipe the sweat from my face, then he gestured toward an open hallway door across the room.
“The bathroom is down the hall, only door to the left,” he said matter-of-factly. “Take a steaming shower, wash your entire body completely with the soap you’ll find there. It is made here at Paradiso and has special qualities that will make the experience much more pleasurable for you. Take as long as you like. When you’re ready, I’ll be here waiting.”
I blinked at him for a moment, then looked around the room. It was larger than our suite at the lodge, but was set up for things other than sitting around watching TV or eating room service in bed. The room was dark, all teak and bamboo, lit only by candles that smelled of cinnamon and lilac and other sweet things I couldn’t identify. Soft music wafted from a sound system in the ceiling. There was an oversized massage table in the center of the room, covered in thick towels. A white sheet was neatly folded on the foot of the table. The balcony doors were open, allowing the warm night breeze to sift through. I could hear the crickets signing in the night.
“I don’t understand,” I said, clutching the towel to my chest.
“Apologies. I should have explained.” He put his hands on my shoulders and gazed into my eyes. I felt my skin growing hot beneath his touch. “Each session I seek out the woman during orientation whom I feel is the most in need of my services. The one woman who needs her chi, her spirit, her very center, rejuvenated and cleansed even before the weekend begins. In other words, the woman who needs me the most.”
I blinked at him again, then let the breath slowly drift from my lips as the heat from my cunt to my breasts to my cheeks. “And that’s me? I’m the one who needs you the most?”
He dipped his head slightly and gave me a look that told me he understood exactly what I needed and was ready to give it to me.
“Yes, Miss Casey,” he said, whispering. “You are The One.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Cassandra
The next hour—or was it two or three or four—was surreal. I felt as if I were in a daze as I stepped into the bathroom and took off my clothes while Devin waited in the front room. The soft music was here, too, as was the scent of candles and oils.
My panties were so wet they stuck to my pussy and sweat drenched the undersides of my tits and the crack of my ass. I kicked off the sandals and tugged the damp shirt over my head, then slid the khaki shorts and drenched panties down my legs and left them in a heap on the floor. I opened the glass shower door and twisted the knobs to get the water hot as ordered.
The shower quickly built to a thick steam and I stepped inside, finding the fresh bar of the soap Devin had mentioned in the holder in the tile wall. I held it to my nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled like no other soap I had ever smelled. Sweet, tangy, soothing. The bar was beige and thick, but misshapenly round, obviously homemade. I imagined Devin making it himself with his magic, healing hands…
I wet my skin then scrubbed myself good, lathering up my tits and bush and cunt and ass especially, getting myself good and clean for what was about to come. It was all I could do to resist driving my fingers deep inside my cunt as the hot water plumped my nipples and the scent of the soap fill my nostrils.
I wanted to make myself cum…
I was already so close…
But no…
Not now…
Not with the Yoni Master just outside the door, waiting to lay his hands on me.
I rinsed off the soap, gave my cooch another lathering just for good measure, then rinsed again, shut off the shower and stepped out onto the thick mat.
The mirror was steamed up. I swiped it with the back of my hand and smiled at the woman looking back at me. There was no fear in her eyes, no hesitation, only a glean that I had not seen in quite some time.
I was looking forward to whatever happened next.
Somehow, I knew that once I went through that door, my life would never be the same again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Devin
Cassandra came into the room with her hair wet and body shiny clean, wrapped in a towel that covered everything I wanted to see. She had no way of knowing, but there was a battle raging inside me and it was entirely her fault. I had trained myself to remove the sexual aspect of Yoni. I was a master of my craft. An artisan. A guru. I did the things I did for the sake of the woman, not for the sake of my cock. Along the way, that mental celibacy had done things to my mind and body that I sometimes regretted. Other than my times with Lois, I had not had normal sex with a woman in years. It was all so clinical now. I could insert my fingers into a woman’s vagina and massage her G-spot and have her squirt and pee all over my hand and arm and not even blink. My cock never even twitched. It was as if I had trained it to sleep while I worked, like a good service dog waiting in the corner to escort his master home.
But as I stood there looking at her in the candlelight with the scent of flowers and cinnamon and vanilla dancing in the air, I felt my cock twitching against my leg as if it were trying to wake up and join the party.
What was it about this woman that was awakening long-forgotten feelings in me? Who was she? How did I know her? Why was she making my cock pulse with the beat of my heart? Somehow, I knew that once I put my hands on her supple body the memories would come crashing through. Then I could only hope that I didn’t embarrass myself by exploding in my slacks.
“Please,” I said, sweeping a hand toward the table, which was covered in thick towels to absorb whatever Cassandra’s body had to offer. “Lie on the table on your stomach and get comfortable.” I picked up the folded sheet and held it in my hands like a serving tray. “I can cover you with the sheet if you like.”
“I’m not shy,” she said, dropping the towel to reveal her gorgeous body to me. She stood with her chin up and breasts out, hands behind her back, leg’s slightly parted. I felt the breath catch in my throat as I ogled her from head to toe: beautiful face, long neck, luscious melon tits, narrow waist, a neatly trimmed bush above a long clit hood, toned legs, tapered ankles… even her feet were beautiful. Her toenails were painted fire engine red. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.
“So I see,” I said, taking her hand and leading her to the table. “Make yourself comfortable while I warm the oil.”
She climbed onto the table and lay on her stomach and rested her cheek on her hands. Her round ass was like two perfect mounds that led to the most delicious parts of her. I wanted to press my lips to her skin, run my hands up and down her spine, part her ass cheeks and lick my way to her dripping cunt…
“Jesus,” I said quietly as I turned toward the tray holding the bottles of oil. Get your head in the game, man, the little voice in my head said. My cock twitched again and told the little voice to shut the fuck up.
As I poured the oil into my palm and warmed it between my hands, I glanced over my shoulder at Cassandra, who seemed to be oblivious to my plight. My cock was growing harder by the second and I knew there was nothing I could do about it.
Although, there was much that she could do.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Cassandra
I got onto the table and closed my eyes, still smiling at Devin’s reaction to my body. His mouth drooped open and his eyes batted like a slot machine. He didn’t scoop me into his arms and carry me into the bedroom to fuck me blind as I’d fantasized in the shower, but one step at a time…
“Concentrate on your breathing and the music,” he said. “Let yourself go… let your body think on its own… let it expel the negative energy… the toxins… pent-up emotions…”
I felt his hands on my feet, warm oil,
massaging circles on my heels with his thumbs as his fingers massaged the tops of my feet, squeezing them between his strong hands. I loved a good foot rub and this one felt heavenly.
His hands slowly worked their way up my ankles and calves, massaging deeply, pushing the flesh and muscles toward my ass, as if he were pushing all the negativity toward my head where it would just pop out like toothpaste from a tube.
His hands moved up to my thighs and I held my breath, anticipating his hands on my ass, just inches from my asshole and pussy. I didn’t know or care if he could smell the juices that were flowing from deep within me as his hands slid across my skin. This was the best foreplay of my life. Pity I couldn’t have his cock in my mouth as his hands worked their magic on my body.
I wondered if he would linger on my ass, perhaps “accidentally” dip his thumb into my asshole or let his fingers brush my pussy lips. The question was answered when his hands slid around the outsides of my ass and met at the base of my spine. I almost said, “Hey, you forgot to rub my ass!”
“Relax,” he said, as if he could read my mind, his strong fingers pressing into the muscles of my back, inching their way up the sides of my spine to my shoulder blades. “Clear you mind, Cassandra… breathe… go inside yourself… feel the pressure of my fingers… relax… relax…”
His voice was low and deep, hypnotic… I forced myself to focus on my breathing and ignore the dirty movie that was playing in my mind.
His hands went across my shoulders, massaging, squeezing the muscles hard. My arms were next, then my hands, to the tips of my fingers and back again. He put his hands around the back of my neck and pressed down with his thumbs. I heard myself give a long sigh as my lungs pushed the negativity and bad things across my lips. I had never felt so relaxed and turned on in my life. It reminded me of the time I was with that guy from the bar all those years ago… the one who rubbed my back before he…
Devin’s hands stared working their way back down my spine and when he came to my ass this time, he warmed more oil in his hands and pressed his palms to my ass cheeks and dug his fingers in. I sighed, so happy…
He massaged the muscles gently at first, then increased the pressure, which increased the pleasure. My pussy was flowing like the Mississippi now, pooling in my cunt hair, soaking the towel beneath me. I could smell my own scent, mixing with the scent of the candles. I wondered if Devin could smell it, too. I hoped he could. I wanted him to more than anything in the world.
His hands massaged circles around my ass. I held my breath. Then it happened. I felt his right thumb working its way about the bottom of my ass. Then, just briefly, his thumb slid across my taint and to my asshole. I knew it was on purpose, not an accidental move, perhaps a part of Yoni.
He rubbed gentle circles around my anus for a moment, massaging the oil into the delicate skin. I wanted to scream at him to slide his thumb inside me, but bit my lip instead.
After a moment, the thumb moved on and I felt a little let down, even though I had orgasmed the moment his thumb pressed into my asshole and circled around.
I wondered if he felt the shudder go through my body.
Again, I certainly hoped so.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Devin
I tried not to smile when I felt a rumble go through Cassandra’s body as my thumb rubbed little circles around her anus. She was having the first of hopefully many orgasms and trying to keep it quiet. How cute… I wanted to tell her to scream and shout and beg for more, but that would have been such a severe breech of the principles of Yoni that I would have probably been disbarred, I mean, if there had been a bar association for Yoni Masters. I certainly couldn’t imagine the Maharishi yelling at a woman to, “Cum like a freight train, baby girl!!”
It was all I could do to keep myself from sliding my thumb inside her ass and my fingers into her pussy. Back in the old days the masseuses who moonlighted as gigolos such as myself called it, “the five-finger fuck”.
In my mind, that’s what I did.
I invaded her with my long fingers.
My cock read my mind and got fully hard.
I glanced down.
My cock was pushing against the thin material of the linen slacks. My long shirt hid it well enough, but I could feel the blood coursing through my body, rushing to my cock and balls like a river to the sea, ready to participate in whatever party the night might bring.
I stepped back and turned quickly toward the tray of oils so she could not see the erection popping like a tent pole out of the front of my pants. I spoke softly to her over my shoulder.
“Slide over onto your back. Keep your eyes closed. Continue focusing on your breathing.”
Cassandra moaned like a woman coming out of a deep sleep as she rolled over onto her back. I turned back when I was sure her eyes were shut. I stood warming the oil between my hands as my eyes soaked her in. Her head was back, resting on the small pillow. Her legs were outstretched, thighs parted, toes at an angle, hands at her sides. She looked perfectly relaxed as she basked in the glow of the orgasm that had just come her way. Her melon breasts were like wonderful mounds topped off by dark areolas and violet nipples that looked like hard raspberry candies.
Hard, yet soft.
Plump, yet pliable.
My mouth began to water.
I felt tiny drops oozing from the tip of my cock, soaking into the white linen. I stepped to the foot of the table. There was a neatly-trimmed patch of auburn fur between her legs. The curls were wet from her juices. I wanted to tug them between my teeth and suck them dry.
“Breathe…” I said, again starting at her feet. My eyes washed over her like a wave over the sand. I rubbed her feet and ankles as I rubbed my hard cock against the edge of the table. Jeez… much more of this and I was going to blow my load all over the front of my white pants.
I slowly worked my way up her legs and hips. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath. I massaged around her hips to avoid her mound, then slid my hands around the sides of her breast to reach the front of her shoulders and arms. Her luscious breasts were just inches from my hands and my lips. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples thick and long and so very fucking suckable. I massaged her arms to the tips of her fingers, then started back toward her neck.
She was breathing hard. So was I. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were open. I could see the round tip of her pink tongue. I wanted to press my lips to hers. I wanted to suck her tongue, feel it in my mouth.
Then my hands were on her breasts. The breath caught in her throat. My cock screamed for relief. I gently massaged circles around her globes, resisting the urge to pinch the nipples between my thumbs and fingers.
Do it… the little voice said with an evil tone… Do it…
My fingers slid over her nipples and Cassandra let go a low moan.
“Let it out…” I whispered. “Don’t resist the urges…”
I gently massaged her long nipples in the crooks of my thumbs and kneaded the fleshy globes with my fingers. I closed my eyes. The underside of my cock was sliding against the side of the table. I was going to cum if I didn’t pull back now.
Cassandra sighed when my hands slid from her breasts to her stomach. I massaged the muscles, pressing down, releasing the toxins… the juices… the hot juices…
I thought I heard her softly call my name. I paused for just a second and glanced at her face. Her eyes were still closed, but she was arching her back, breathing heavily, pursing her beautiful lips as the air gushed through.
I stared at the curly vee above her pussy and took a deep breath. It had been years since I’d used massage as foreplay to impress the girls at UCLA. Massage was not foreplay. Yoni was not a sex act. Snap the fuck out of it, man. Snap the fuck out.
My hands slid from her stomach to her bush. I massaged her mound. Her clit hoot was wet. It glistened. The oil on my fingers mixed with her juices. My fingers slowly slid down the length of her clit hood and I began to slowly roll her clit from side to side. She spread her legs a
nd moaned. She arched her back against and pressed her cunt to my hand. I could see her pussy lips, her hole, so beautiful, glistening with juices, open, ready, so very fuckable…
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I said it out loud without meaning to, as if the words had been waiting in my mouth for years for the opportunity to pass over my lips.
I felt her hand cupping my cock, gripping it through the linen.
I didn’t pull away.
I looked up to see her smiling at me.
“I remember you now,” she said with a dreamy smile. Her hand tightened around my cock, pulling me toward her. She sat up and moved her face close to mine.
“You do?” I asked, my breathing coming in short bursts, matching hers. Our lips were an inch apart. I could smell the warm oil and hot juices wafting off her body.
“We met in college… in a bar…” she said, her hand milking my cock through the pants. My fingers slid down between her wet pussy lips and found her hole. I slid one finger inside her as far as it would go. She shuddered and put her free hand around my neck.
“We did?” I asked.
“Mmm hmmm… You’re him…” she said, her tongue wetting her lips as her pussy closed around my hand. I curled my fingers to find her G-spot. When I pressed circles into it, her body shuddered and she started cumming in waves, gushing hot juices all over my hand as I continued pressing her G-spot like the trigger of the worlds sexiest squirt gun.
“You’re… the boy with… the big cock… and the massage fetish... you said… I was so… fucking beautiful…”
“And you are…” I said, my hand still working. I felt a hot stream of urine flowing over my hand. Her grip on my neck tightened. I whispered in her ear. “Let it go… Cassandra… Let it all go…”