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?"
