Dear readers, thank you for the comments on the first part of my story or Edward and Renate. I reaffirm that this is a work of fiction, albeit with a strong basis in real experience to whose essence I have tried to remain faithful. For that reason the narrative perhaps leaves a slightly different taste to most stories on Literotica. If there are apparent mismatches or unevenness, it is perhaps because that is true of real people and real experiences.
The sequel divides naturally into three limked parts, which I refer to as chapters 2, 3, 4.
All characters are demonstrably over eighteen.
Chapter 2: Return visits
I was tempted to book a massage again next week, but I felt it was too soon. I thought it would seem like I was too stricken with her, I mean it would seem like that to Renate. But if I was honest I'd say it would seem that way to me. In any case I resolved to exercise some restraint and, besides, I couldn't afford a two hour session every week.
I let a month go by which I thought was sufficient to reflect a sense of proportion and called the institute again. Before I booked I asked if Renate was scheduled to be there. I was slightly disappointed with the reply.
"Yes, she is with us on Saturday and Sunday, but we do not normally offer our clients the choice. But I am sure you will receive a wonderful tantric experience from whoever gives, so I hope you will come and enjoy the special wonders of tantra."
I was uncertain about that, but up till now I had seen someone different each time and had loved it. Part of the pleasure was because the different personalities and styles invariably brought something a little bit new. As it was Renate was apparently assigned to see someone else and my massage was by attractive blonde with lovely cornflower blue eyes and, as I soon learned, a lovely figure and sensitive, knowing hands. Although younger she was very accomplished and uninhibited about where and how she touched me. My senses were on a high the whole time. In other circumstances it would have been heavenly, but I missed the soul-soul sharing that Renate brought. And I missed Renate as well .....
I resolved next time to arrange to see Renate, or not visit at all. Again I waited quite some time but when I phoned I was told next week she would be there each day and I asked specifically to see her. I sensed some resistance from the person I spoke to but she agreed. However, when I arrived the lady who greeted me, someone older who I suspected was in a senior position at the institute, told me that she herself would be my tantrica. She was tall and large-bosomed with dark wavy hair, a sensuous mouth and a mischievous look in her brown eyes. She was certainly attractive in an earthy, in fact a sexy sort of way. But she wasn't who I wanted to see.
"Then I don't understand. Please don't take this personally, I find you extremely attractive but I thought it was arranged I would see Renate," I replied.
The lady looked at me as if disappointed but obviously accepted my wish.
"I'm sorry, let me check then," and with that she excused herself and went back down the corridor.
They must have spoken, as few moments later Renate emerged from the room. She was smiling broadly and held out her hands.
"Edward," she beamed, "how lovely to see you again! How have you been all these weeks?"
"Good, except I've been missing you. I've been so looking forward to seeing you again. But was there some problem with who would see me?"
"Not really, don't worry about it."
She took my hand to lead me to our massage room, and once inside she held out her arms and we hugged warmly, pressing against each other, and kissing.
The massage followed the same general course as the first one, but there were differences. Renate made some variations on how she sat and how she touched me, showing me something slightly new. At times she pressed her body against my chest, letting her breasts stroke me and her nipples trail across my skin as she reached across me. She occasionally positioned herself in such a way that my hands would naturally rest on her, as if inviting me to touch her -- her arms, her legs, her buttocks, her breasts. This all meant I was kept on a continual high of arousal. As before however, there was no question of touching her anywhere really intimately. Much as I dreamt about caressing here labia and the soft damp furrow between them, exciting myself with thoughts of how to arouse and pleasure her, I knew I was there to receive rather than give. Her gentleness and trust were as strong a barrier as any physical restraint.
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I saw Renate at the institute a few more times and each time I our confidence in each other had grown. Perhaps the most noticeable change from the first time was that we were coming to know something about each other, physically, emotionally and spiritually, and the pathways of body to body, soul to soul communication were becoming wider and richer for it.
It was during this phase of our developing relationship that I took the liberty of wearing underneath my lunghi a pair of ladies' white panties at the start of each session. The contact with the smooth light material and the gentle rubbing was something I always found to be arousing, indeed such a garment was a regular item during my solo masturbatory fantasies in bed. Only I was now fantasising about being with a real person, Renate.
Taking matters further, I ventured to ask if she would be willing to indulge me with some of my own fantasy wishes and fetishes. In any other situation, with any other person, I would feel embarrassed, even ashamed to speak of them, but such was her empathy I was neither ashamed nor fearful of her reaction. Indeed a part of me wanted to lay bare to her my most private wishes, especially ones I would be ashamed to acknowledge to anyone else. I knew that she would have limits about what she could do, and expected my requests would be outside them, but I was certain that whatever her reaction it would be sympathetic.
One of wishes arose, at least partly from the fairly common condition that afflicts men as they get older, needing to empty their bladder rather frequently. I told her I felt it was a shame to have to interrupt the magic of our tantra by my needing to visit the bathroom. This tends to occur naturally during in the course of any massage session, since it stimulates the kidneys and thus causing the bladder to fill -- something I was beginning to feel quite acutely. I wasn't sure of her reaction when I came out with the question,
"Would you mind if I stay here and do my pipi into a container? I brought one with me in my bag just there at the side." The thought or her remaining with me was exciting, and I nervously continued, "Renate, I'd be greatly honoured and very happy if you watched me. Would you be willing to do that?"
It was something of a happy surprise to me, when she answered,
"Oh Edward, my dear friend, yes I'd be entirely happy to watch you. Would you like to do that now?"
I thanked her very sincerely and told her I did need to do pipi now. I wasn't sure how to arrange myself, but Renate went over and took the plastic container from my bag and brought it to me to hold it in place for me to fill. She then helped me to my knees and she took my free hand in hers.
But after all that asking, I found that when I tried to relax I was unexpectedly inhibited. Despite my fullness, the flow would not begin. I began to get agitated, feeling stupid and embarrassed. I didn't know what to say. But Renate stayed calm and spoke softly to me.
"Don't worry, Edward, it's all right. Just relax."
After a few moments of stalemate, "Edward, look into my eyes and I'll look into yours. Make the bond with me. Feel safe, feel loved."
She gently placed a hand on my breast and traced a fingertip around and across my nipples. The touch, her soothing words and the eye-contact released me from the stricture that was binding me, and I felt an inner unburdening. The first few drops fell, then a trickle which quickly grew into a stream. It continued for several moments to fill the container above half-way, and I thanked whatever foresight had made me choose one of sufficient capacity. All the time we were looking empathically into each other's eyes, happy and secure in our spiritual cocoon. I felt bathed in a massive tide of empathy that emanated from her.
Relieved of my baggage, liquid and emotional, I felt hugely comfortable and supremely happy to be ministered to in such a wonderful way.
"Thank you Renate, for such a beautiful gift."
The tantra continued after that as previously, but I sensed a stronger connection between us and I wondered if Renate felt the same.
At the end of the tantra session Renate spoke seriously.
"Edward, I have to tell you that what we did when you made pipi is definitely against the house rules. I've never done that with anyone before, so please understand that we cannot make it a habit."
It took me a few moments to take this in, and the worrying thought dawned that I would not be able to visit her again. However, before I could reply she made a very generous and wonderful offer.
I do not normally do this but I have come to regard you as a special friend. I'd like to invite you to visit me at my own home instead of at the Institute. I've been thinking it would be more personal and give us more time and greater freedom to explore the world of tantra in all its fullness, and to try other things as well. Would you like that?"
I was so surprised I had to replay her words in my head to make sure I heard correctly. Her offer caught me off-balance which must have been obvious from my slow-witted reaction. There was a wickedly mischievous smile on her face, and I think it was not only for that reason.
