They planned a trip to Blueberry Island. Selma and Albert were to join them, as were Sid and his wife Thea. Eva was to be the lone single woman, coming down from Australia, and taking a flight to the island. Kyle was in Boston at the time, doing business, he was to pick her up from the airport, take her to the Logan airport and travel with her to the island.
Sid was in Salem, attending a friend's wedding; he would pick Shannon up and meet his wife and parents in Avada from where they would take a boat.
Well things never happen as planned. They were to start their journey to Avada, Shannon and Sid from Salem, Selma, Thea and Albert on the morning of the Friday, but on the midnight before the Friday dawn broke it started to rain. And rain it did with ferocity. By seven it was clear that all roads leading to Avada were closed, and all roads leading from their house to to town were closed too. The lone road that connected them to the rest of the world had several tree fallen on it, the other was flooded.
It was a sheer luck that Sid had managed to reach their house to pick Shannon up, and was stranded there. Selma and the rest just did not get farther than JB. They were told the road to Avada was closed.
Eva and Kyle reached the Logan Airport early, just in time for the flight and were told the flight was delayed. They waited there the whole day, and with hope that everything everywhere would clear up the next day, they were optimistic. By the time the flight was ready to board, the waiting and the long flight from Adelaide had taken a toll on Eva, she had a sore back, a feverish body. She looked bedraggled, and tired. The flight was the usual bumpy one. At last they reached the hotel, and were told that he rooms were ready and waiting, some good news after all.
There were back and forth conversations on the phone, now that it was plugged in, sunset and all, Kyle called Shannon, telling her of the situation. She explained their situation and that they would come as soon as possible.
"You, meanwhile, enjoy yourself."
He smiled, knowing that Sid was in the house, under the same roof, he told her to make the best of it. He told her that he would go for a walk alone on the beach, as Eva was feeling a little down. She was concerned.
"What is wrong with her?"
"You talk to her." He said in his usual style and knocked the adjoining door. She was supposed to take the upper room, but was too tired to walk up. The lower rooms were reserved for them and Albert and Selma. The chalets were built in such a way that they faced the sea and had four private quarters in each building.
Eva was wearing a long t-shirt that reached her knees and with that toothy smile that reminded him of Shannon she took the phone.
They spoke, and at a point she closed the door behind her, blushing. Then a while later she knocked the door and told him his wife wanted to talk to him.
"Don't be a motherfucker, Kyle, Eva has body aches and feels feverish, give her some Panadols, take her to dinner and explain the massage you give. Give her the massage. I told her the gist of it and she is okay if it makes her feel good"
"Sure."
In less than half an hour Eva and Kyle made their way to the restaurant, they had a light meal, knowing that the restaurant would be open till after midnight if they needed food.
He explained to her the intricacies of his massage. It was quite unique in fact; it mixed the principles of hypnosis with Tantric touch. Many of their friends had been privy to this luxurious treatment. It involved a lot of traditional jargon, spiced up make the recipient feel good. It was based on a simple theory that when the mind and body relaxes just right it heals. Not many people believe in hypnosis and that becomes a problem, and adding the tantric touch to make them believe that the washing of their chakras makes them well, so be it.
Anyway, he enjoyed it too. Enjoyed making women cum, touching the pussy, the tits, he was a YES MAN, and thus he respected a woman's body as it should be respected. He never took advantage of them. In fact he had built in systems that prevented them from doing anything foolish. Not that it had not happened, he had ended up in bed with Selma after such a massage, with Param too.
She blushed as she listened. He ended his commentary at last, saying. "If you feel you are up to it, I will leave the door open, take the ritual bath as I have mentioned, and wrap yourself in a towel and still wet come to me. I will wait a decent while before I close the door, no hard feeling either way."
They reached the chalets, she went to her room. He went to is and took a shower. He always had a bottle of massage oil in his bag, and he took it out and poured some hot water into a glass and let the bottle sit in it to get warm. He put on a white chequered t-shirt and a brown khaki pants.
Nearly forty minutes later he heard a knock on the door. He had poured a small shot of Scotch in two glasses. He saw her wrapped in a white towel, her hair wet, her face now devoid of the makeup. She looked a little older, but her shy smile brought back the youthfulness to her pretty face. Apart from Shannon, she was the most beautiful, with the best figure in the family.
He smiled. Handed her the whisky, she gulped it down. He had arranged the pillows just right. He reached for her towel, gently taking away from her body. She blushed as she went nude, her tits sagged a little, she had thick big nipples, and just a tad of flab on the tummy, she was short, but had a perfect ass for her size. Well others might have called it big, Kyle was a lover of large asses, and he called it perfect.
He took her hand and led her to bed, propped her so she was half reclining, he took a sheet and covered her to the shoulders, she smiled thankfully for the sheet. He reached and took away her glasses, placed it on the table by the bed.
He used his Elman routine to put her under, by the time he had counted the numbers backwards she was deep in a beautiful relaxed trance.
He set the trigger, when he touched her said sleep she would go into this state, whatever she was doing. He brought her out and using the trigger sent her back in trance, each time making the trance deeper and deeper. He told her that her body would begin to heal with his touch; it had in fact started feeling better, healing.
He made her open her eyes, giving back her glasses and asked how she felt, he did not wake her from the trance, and when she began to feel at ease, having suggested that she would feel at ease with her nudity, he took off the sheet.
Now the tantric part began, it was really just a ritual, but it made them feel something important was happening. He could incorporate his Tantric principles in it too. He spread apart her legs; her pussy had thick lips, engorged with blood, aroused. He merely glanced it it so as not to make her uneasy.
He joined his palms together and told her.
"O woman, you are from now on a Goddess, your body a Temple, I am but a Devotee, permit me to touch you and cleanse the temple."
She nodded.
"Permit me Goddess, to remove my clothes, for it will be disrespectful to worship you in nude without being nude myself."
She nodded.
He got off the bed, took off his clothes and laid them on a chair. He took the bottle of oil and touched her. "Sleep now."
