I Forgot to Tell You About the Hawaiian Massage

I was missing my wife while on a business trip on Oahu. While idly looking over some local online ads when I came across a massage practitioner who seemed to be hinting that she was offering something more than therapeutic massage. I think the word "tantric" in the ad clued me in. My wife and I have discussed it, and we decided that 'intimate massages' were not cheating on each other. She has had several, offered by women. Her massages generally start out innocent enough rubbing back, legs, hands, neck, and so on. But they become more interesting when her masseuses start working on her breasts, then her buttocks, then slip their hands into her crack, eventually rubbing her anus and finally her clit, and sometimes inside, for a crashing orgasm. I'm almost jealous, because as she tells it, her orgasms are stronger from this female attention than from my attention. Anyway, I phoned this woman in Hawaii, and she seemed to know what 'tantric' really means, as it is used by modern western society. (Some massage practitioners put that word in their ads hoping for additional customers, but don't really understand what those customers want.) So, I made an appointment, for early evening, after my meetings would be over. It was all I could do to avoid slipping into a bathroom and rubbing one out in anticipation. But I knew that would weaken the 'benefits' of the massage. So, 6pm arrived, and so did I, at her office. Like so many places called ohana ("family") units in Hawaii, it was a small studio in a small stand-alone building behind a large house in a crowded neighborhood. I was kind of concerned that she didn't have any curtains on the large windows and sliding screen door. I mean, neighbors, should they take an interest, could easily see in. Besides, it was kind of nervous anyway, being my first time doing something like this. She had a massage table set up in the middle of her space, with three or four candles emitting a nice aroma. This woman was around 50 years old, which seemed ancient to me, being 32 at the time. But she looked healthy and fit, and dare I say, rather attractive. She was white, but well-tanned, with brown hair turning blond from the Hawaiian sun, about 5'6" tall, wearing a typical flowered mumu. She had large breasts, and could probably stand to lose a few pounds - but not many. She had a particularly fetching smile, a sultry voice, and a certain kind of friendliness that's immediately attractive. I paid my $120, and after brief small talk, she plain and simply instructed me to take off my shirt, shorts and underwear and lay them on the sofa. I hesitated a bit, but knew what was expected, so stripped fairly quickly. I would like to tell you I was already hard as a rock, but no such luck. I was a limp noodle as I climbed face-down on the table as instructed. She remained clothed for the entire session. She spent twenty minutes rubbing my neck, arms, back, feet and lower legs and I was starting to consider how much $120 really was, and what kind of idiot would spend that much for this, comfortable though it was. Finally, finally, she worked her way up to my butt, and was massaging it nicely. I particularly noticed when she sort of rocked me side to side, opening my butt-crack letting the cool air hit my anus directly. What really turned me on was knowing she was seeing my butthole. There was no doubt I was hard now! Occasionally, she lightly brushed her fingertips over my scrotum and anal area. She asked me to roll over. Perhaps to her surprise, I asked to go to the bathroom at this time. I really didn't want to, but for some reason, I really had to pee. I peed a copious amount, and oddly, it was mostly water. Almost clear, with just a hint of yellow. I returned to the massage table and laid face-up. She started instructing me about the 'big draw.' This is some sort of thing where you breathe in a certain way, very deliberately when an orgasm is starting, and it is supposed to prevent ejaculation, but allow the orgasm, so you have a very tantric, and multi-orgasmic experience. I kind of knew about the multi-orgasmic part, but hadn't done the breathing thing. I cut her explanation short, because I found the idea of trying to pay attention to my breath annoying. I don't know why, but I did. She was fine with that. She massaged my whole body while laying face up for only a few minutes, then she started lightly tickling my scrotum. I love that when my wife does it, and loved it even more here in Hawaii. There was a bit of a breeze blowing through her apartment which was delightful, and caused my erection to come back full blast. I was rock hard, and it was sticking straight up in the air, which is rare for me when laying on my back. It particularly turned me on knowing that some of the neighbors were probably seeing this. And, they probably weren't caring. They probably see this every day. That thought was even more, well... inspiring. To normalize this experience excited me in some weird way. Finally, she started in on my penis. Genuine, slow, full-length stroking. In less than sixty seconds, I was getting too close. I was just about to say, "Hey, hold on a sec," when she stopped. Genius! She then had me get on my hands and knees. She teased my anus with slow very light circling fingertip touches and then stopped. I heard the unmistakable sounds of a rubber glove stretching and snapping on and then a moment later, felt a lot of coconut oil applied directly on my anus. Lovely! Shortly after that, I felt her finger ever so slowly entering me. In time, her index finger was all the way in, and massaging my prostate. Besides the sort of extraordinary urination-like prostate massage feeling, I felt another interesting feeling. Something I think I've never felt before: I felt some precum, or maybe it is ejaculate or prostatic fluid working its way through my urethra. I believe some dripped out of my peehole. But it wasn't an orgasm. It was just from the prostate massage. Next, while still massaging my prostate with her right hand, she reached under me and grasped my hard hanging penis with her other hand. She asked, "Now doesn't that feel great?" And, by God it did. Being a woman, I don't know how she knew how amazing that felt, to have her finger in my butt and a full grasp of my penis with her other hand. I mean it was so good I was shaking. Sort of jittering. It was an involuntary shivering, like only the best of sex can bring on. If I had tried to speak at that moment, I would have had great difficulty. One moment later I exploded. And, I had to pee again! Go figure! I never pee twice in twenty minutes. But as soon as my dick softened, I had t excuse myself to her bathroom again. I peed nearly clear urine, yet I hadn't had more than the usual amount of water or anything to drink that day. I think it was the fear/arousal that set me off. Who knows? I thanked her, she thanked me, I threw on my shorts and all, grabbed my sandals at her door, and left a happy man. Two weeks later, when I arrived home, my wife had me recount the whole experience in great detail. She became remarkably horned up from hearing about the massage. At that point, she repeated the whole thing. My wife is a surprisingly good amateur masseuse. But this time, no shaking, no peeing, but it was even better than with the massage practitioner in Hawaii. This time, it was more truly tantric. I had a couple of orgasms without ejaculation, and then I turned my attentions to my wife.