“Uh, so… did you wanted a massage?” I asked, unsure of exactly why I was there. “Or did you have something a little more… personal in mind?”
She turned to face me with a questioning look on her face. Her nipples were like little magnets that kept drawing my eyes to them. I forced myself to look into her eyes. My cock got harder.
She crossed her arms under her breasts and pursed her lips. “More personal than a massage? Whatever do you mean?”
“Um…” I didn’t know what to say. I started stammering about my bag full of oils and deep tissue massage and this and that. Maybe Ben had read this one all wrong. Maybe I wasn’t there to fuck her. Maybe I was there to… well… I didn’t know what.
Then she smiled. “It’s okay, Devin,” she said, putting her right palm to the center of my chest and holding it there as if she were checking my heart beat. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The corners of her lips curled into a smile.
“Your prana is very strong, Devin. You could be the one.”
“The one?” I blinked at her. “Wait, my what?”
She narrowed her eyes and gazed deeply into mine, which kept dipping to her breasts despite my best efforts not to do so.
“Your prana,” she said, closing her eyes again, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your chi. Your life-force. Your source. It is very strong. I can feel the heat radiating against my palm. Like warming my hands to a crackling fire on a cold winter’s day.”
“Uh… okay…” I hated to tell her that the heat she was feeling was because of her hand on my chest and not the other way around. My “prana” told me to just go with it.
She pressed her palm harder to my chest and sighed. Her expression went soft, her eyebrows arched slightly, as if she was getting great pleasure from touching me. “Very warm, very caring, very nurturing…” she whispered. “And very, very sensual. You love giving women pleasure more than pleasuring yourself, you’re giving, unselfish… It pleasures you to pleasure them.” She opened her eyes and smiled. “You’re a giver, aren’t you?”
“I get pleasure from giving women pleasure,” I said as I wondered how she knew those things about me. Had Ben told her those things? I seriously doubted it. As far as he knew I was like him, a heartless swinging dick looking to get laid and paid. He didn’t know my true self. No one did except me. And perhaps Genevieve St. Claire.
I glanced down at her hand still pressed to the center of my chest and said, “You said I might be the one. The one what?”
She put both hands on my chest and closed her eyes again. My nipples got hard beneath her fingertips. She whispered, “You are special. You are the one I’ve been seeking for a very long time.”
“I am?”
“Your hands are special.”
“They are?”
“I want to teach you something,” she said quietly, eyes still closed, palms still pressed firmly to my chest. “Something that will change your life. And the lives of many women for many years to come.”
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. I was almost afraid to ask what the fuck she was talking about, but asked anyway. “What is it?”
“I want to teach you how to please a woman in ways you’ve never imagined.”
I gave her a smug smile and flexed my shoulders. “Lady, I already know how to please a woman.”
“Shhh…” She opened her eyes and put one finger to my lips and slid her other hand down to my cock, which was rock hard, pushing against my pants, dying to break free. I didn’t understand what she was talking about and didn’t care. She had me hard just from her touch and her words. I nearly shot my load when her fingers tightened around my cock.
“I’m not talking about giving women pleasure with this.” She let go of my cock and took my hands in hers and held them between us. “I’m talking about with these.”
* * *
For the next few hours, we became teacher and student. Master and apprentice. Sensei and disciple. In exacting detail, she told me what she wanted me to do. She wanted me to make her cum, but not with my cock or my mouth. She wanted me to make her cum with my prana and my hands, and not just from massaging her clit and pussy, but her entire body from head to toe and back to front.
“Forget the word orgasm,” she told me. “Because Yoni gives a woman something far beyond a simple orgasm. Yoni is a total mind/body experience. Done correctly, you will give the woman infinite pleasure, release toxins from her body, drive out negative emotions, and leave her spent but completely satisfied. Yoni is a cleansing of the mind, body, and the psyche. The orgasm is simply the climax of the experience. It is the body cleansing itself. Some women even urinate or squirt as they experience multiple climax. Those are the women who experience Yoni on a higher level. Those are the women who need you the most.”
“That sounds… amazing,” I said. I had never been with a squirter or a pisser, but the way she described it made me long to do so. It was then that I realized that I had been so enraptured by her words that I had forgotten that she was sitting on the bed across from me completely naked. My cock had also settled down, as if it, too, was captivated by her words even more so than her amazing body.
“Do you want to learn Yoni, Devin?” she asked finally. “Are you the one?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I am the one.”
She gave me a warm smile that made my heart skip a beat. It was hard to explain today, but at that moment I would have jumped off the top of the Four Seasons if she had asked me to. Anything to make her happy. In just a few short hours I had fallen deeply in love with this woman; not the mad, passionate, erotic love you’d feel for a new lover, but love on a deeper level, a respect and admiration, the desire to be near her, to touch her, to feel her touch me. I wanted to please her in every way possible. I knew that she and I would be connected from that moment on. It was at that moment my life changed.
Looking back now it was all a little ridiculous, like a hot, naked Yoda telling Luke SkyMcMasters he was one with the Force. But at that moment, it felt very real. I believed every word she told me. I believed my prana was strong. I believed that my hands were special, with healing powers bestowed upon me by a higher power. I believed that I had been put on this earth for one purpose and one purpose only: to pleasure women. There was no doubt in my mind. Now… well, it’s a different story…
I looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please. Teach me how to please you. Teach me Yoni.”
Genevieve lay down on the bed on her back with her arms and legs spread wide. Her shaved pussy was pink and moist. Her clit was long and thick, like my little finger. The lips of her pussy glistened. She gave me a bottle of oil that she said was her own blend and told me to oil my hands, but not touch her.
“So, you want me to massage your pussy,” I asked innocently, rubbing the oil into my hands, warming them. I held my hands to my nose and inhaled deeply. The oil was sweet, but tart. I couldn’t tell what it contained and she wouldn’t say.
“Yoni ends at the vagina,” she said, putting her hands behind her head and pointing her toes to flex the muscles in her legs. She spoke as casually as if we were sitting across the table over dinner. Her nipples were thick and hard, the biggest nipples I’d ever seen. I licked my lips as I tried not to stare at them. I tried to ignore my cock, which was again screaming at me for relief.
I frowned at her, still not understanding. Then it dawned on me that I hadn’t even asked what the word Yoni meant.
“I kept waiting for you to ask,” she said with a smile. “It’s Sanskrit, meaning, womb, uterus, vulva, or source, as in source of a woman’s power.”
“The power of the pussy,” I said with a snarky smile.
“You might say that.”
“So, a Yoni massage is…”
“A massage that includes the vagina, but does not concentrate on it solely.”
I was sitting on the bed between her legs. Her beautiful pussy was literally right there in front of me. All I had to do was reach out and touch it, or lean down and take her clit between my teeth and rolled it with my tongue. But something told me to hold back. This woman was not like others who had hired me to massage and fuck them. She wanted an orgasm. She wanted me to give her an orgasm. She had said so. But she didn’t want to have sex, not in the traditional sense of the word. She wanted me to make her cum, but she was also teaching me something that would forever change my life. I swallowed hard and willed my cock to behave. To my surprise, the erection softened. I was still chubbed up, but not so hard it hurt.
“Stop thinking about your cock and my pussy,” she said, one perfect eyebrow arching as if she could read my mind. “Look at me. Focus on my voice.”
“How did you know what I was thinking?” I frowned at her. “Are you some kind of psychic, too?”
She rolled her eyes and smiled. “No, silly, I’m not psychic. I’m a woman lying here with her legs spread and you are a man with a cock. What else would you be thinking about?”
I smiled back at her. “Fine, I’ll focus on your words. Tell me about Yoni massage.”