I could feel my panties were already damp. I was squirming around and the metal chair underneath me was screeching loudly as it moved around on the slabs. This was not the most comfortable place to be getting down and dirty. Shakti's hand cupped my breast over my bra and then disappeared under it to clamp her palm over my erect nipple. Shakti stopped and smiled at me and stood up and said, "Come on, let's go inside somewhere more comfortable."
I nodded. I was still the obedient pupil in our relationship. She led me by the hand through her kitchen and up the narrow steep staircase to her bedroom. We laid down on top of her unmade bed and turned to face each other and quickly resumed our embrace and passionate kissing without speaking any words. My dress was gathered up around my waist. When eventually Shakti's hand slithered down inside my panties, I was embarrassed about how soaking wet I was already. Her fingers slid easily over my labia and then inside me. I instinctively brought my knees up and groaned submissively. I turned to find her mouth and lips again and kiss her frantically whilst she pleasured me in my sacred place. She brought me to a wonderful climax with consummate ease and waves of pleasure and ecstasy flowed through me.
When I had recovered a little, I said, "Right Shakti- please now it is your turn. It is always you, pleasuring me. I want to learn how to give you pleasure in return."
I climbed off the bed and stood up and took off all my clothes properly. With Shakti still lying down I stood naked before her. But as Shakti surveyed me, I suddenly felt a loss in confidence and asked, "Are you sure you don't think I am fat? You don't think I am putting on weight, do you?"
I knew straight away I should not have said that. It was just so naff, so trite and banal. Shakti looked incredulous and momentarily irritated that I was just the same as every other women and subject to all the usual predictable insecurities. Shakti was above all this mundane earthly nonsense. She gathered her patience and assured me of course that I was beautiful. I made a vow to myself to try to stop coming out with this sort of nonsense especially when I was lucky enough to spend precious time with Shakti. I wanted her to think I was someone like her who thought on a higher plane than this sort of rubbish.
I then turned my attention to undressing Shakti. It did not take long. She was only wearing the smock and some brief panties underneath it. Even so I loved putting my fingers inside the elastic and slowly pulling those panties down over her thighs and knees, ankles and feet. As I removed them one foot at a time, I kissed her feet. Shakti liked to keep the long chains around her neck on. I climbed back onto the bed and laid down beside her.
Shakti looked as stunning and ravishing as ever. Her voluptuous breasts, her amazing blond frizzy hair, her tanned dark skin, her belly button ring and of course her perfectly shaved hairless pussy. I could not resist beginning with sucking on the nipples of her gorgeous breasts.
Shakti took my hand and guided me how she liked best to be pleasured. I was quickly able to caress her in the way she liked. This seemed to be by alternately teasing her just by stroking her labia and then plunging my fingers deep into her vagina for just two or three thrusts at a time. Being a woman myself definitely helps in knowing how to pleasure another woman I concluded. This was the first time that I had ever felt the insides of a woman and I loved it. I loved the warmth and wetness and the musky scent. My fingers tasted salty. She really liked this alternating combination of teasing around the edge and then plunging fingers in deeply. This contrast worked for her to gradually build her up to a climax. I felt very pleased with myself when I brought Shakti to orgasm. A first for me. I enjoyed it as much as she did!
Later in the early evening we had another bottle of wine and Shakti cooked us some pasta. We had a truly delightful divine weekend. We spent most of it wearing almost nothing and much of it in bed. Cuddling up naked, skin to skin, with her in her bed all night was just fabulous. We had a real connection and a real friendship, and I felt a real strong love for her. I knew for sure that spiritual sex allows you to love more than one person and I was proof of that.
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After this weekend with Shakti driving home, I thought I had graduated. It was official. I was now officially a bisexual. My night with Shakti cemented my new desire to explore sex with women as well as men. Going forward I felt it was also likely that Amy would start to see me as a potential partner having come out herself. I think I still prefer sex with guys, but I am now bisexual that is for sure.
I started to muse over whether where women are concerned, did I have a type? What sort of women do I like? This had all happened so quickly. I knew for instance I would run a mile from a traditional butch dyke type. I was only interested in sexy attractive feminine women. I do not think I would like a girl who was bigger or heavier than me. I would prefer her to be as slim or slightly thinner, but obviously still having a decent curvy female body and shape, nice breasts and nice arse. I wandered if Shakti and/ or Amy were 'my type'. They both fitted that description and met those criteria.
Having had Shakti to myself for twenty-four hours and spent most of that up close and personal I thought that women really are so beautiful, aren't they? At least they can be. They are inherently just so naturally beautiful. I loved my time with Shakti and could not wait to press my breasts down onto another woman again skin to skin. One thing I knew that was important was that a woman absolutely must be meticulously shaved. I could not stand to encounter a bush on a woman.
I started to obsess about women's bodies and their legs, their breasts, their softness. I had never thought about my own sex this way before and was looking at women in a whole new way.
Meeting Up with Mark
It was about two weeks before I received a call from Mark. I was surprised it was as long as that but pleased he did not just text me as is so often the fashion nowadays. He called me on my mobile at work. He wanted to meet one evening in London. I was keen but it was a question of when that would fit in with my chaotic unconventional home life. I decided to try and find an evening mid- week when there was a good chance that Andy would be working late anyway. Mark invited me to stay over in his flat. We chose a night and I sold it in back at home by saying that I had to go to a meeting in London and travel up the night before. I just travelled up on the train after work and planned to travel back early the next morning in time for work in Bristol. I could always say, if necessary, that I was also using this as a chance to meet a friend I had got to know at the retreat which would have been true.
When you meet up with someone you have met at a retreat especially someone of the opposite gender (although I am not sure that makes any difference to me any longer) the chances are that you have already cuddled naked, and perhaps seen each other sobbing with emotion. You may also exceptionally have already had a good shag. In the case of Mark all three were true. So, let us just say you are typically not starting from scratch. So, it is inevitable that there will be some unsaid anticipation that sex will probably be on the agenda. You already share an intimate bond, from your mutual membership of a very exclusive club-you were both there at that isolated, exclusive, special, sacred, life changing hot house that most people could never know about or imagine. You are now bound together by an invisible but nevertheless extremely close bond and secret that trumps everything else-even marriage in most cases. Indeed, it is tempting to feel that going forward you only want to have sex with people who were there with you because they are the only people who understand what you went through. Understanding all that dear reader you will understand the unbearable anticipation and excitement I felt travelling up to London on the Great Western Railway. I wondered if we would be able to wait until we had been out to eat quite frankly.
I met Mark at Paddington station and he had a plan sketched out that included eating early at an Italian place he knew around the corner beside the Regents Canal. It was so lovely to meet up. We could have chatted for hours reminiscing about the retreats and how we were both feeling since we left. Chatting to Mark on his own again reminded me what a truly spiritual person he is and how our journeys were so similar. He was also now convinced how spiritual sex had the potential to be something really special, and openly said to me he would like us to try to achieve that together if ever I wanted to. That did not seem to leave much doubt as to what we would be doing when we got back to his flat then I thought. I loved talking to him that evening. I find interesting intelligent conversation with a man a turn on and arousing.
