Previous Part: Finding Lightness – Part 3
Nish (Nishant), 41, here from Bengaluru. Working in IT. I have been offering massages to females for a long, long time. I have been fortunate enough to serve women in every walk of life. From students and homemakers to working professionals and those in their late 60s.
After our intense moments, Mandira had to leave to travel back home. Unlike with a few others, Mandira and I spoke with each other whenever we got some time.
I dislike sexting or talking about sex every time. Whatever it is, I prefer to do them in person rather than merely virtually. So, I am not much of a virtual person who keeps texting endlessly.
At the same time, my work has also kept me busy. Being in consulting, sometimes, I was deprived of sleep due to long working hours and stakeholders’ tolerance getting thin. I was stressed, tired and fatigued. Honestly, it was one of those typical long days where the pressure from the clients had been relentless.
A few of us colleagues decided to head to the pub on-site to vent out. I called up my wife and said, I will be home late. The on-site pub has been our go-to hangout spot whenever we wanted to grab a drink. It’s super convenient. We huddled around the table.
Conversations were around never-ending demands, but finally relaxed over a few drinks. As we were wrapping up, I stood up, scanned my eyes and realised a familiar face – Mandira’s friend, Sneha. I stood there for a few seconds, realising it’s funny how people always say it’s a small world.”
We greeted each other. I said, “Perfect coincidence – we couldn’t have planned even if we had tried to.”
Sneha said to her team, without any hesitation, “So sorry, guys, I am ditching you!”
We found a quiet corner where we could hear each other speak. Sneha admitted, “I feel a little guilty for leaving them.”
But we both felt it was natural for us to converse about something that isn’t about deadlines and stakeholders. We looked at each other, and I said, “We need a drink.” It’s funny how we’re all chasing the same bit of peace after a long day.
Sneha took a sip of her drink, and her expression softened. She said, “Nish, you know, seeing you here reminds me of everything Mandira told me about your last meeting. She mentioned how you guys just clicked after that first G-talk call. She told me all about the drive to the resort, how you set the mood to make her feel, and that massage, Nish. She hasn’t stopped talking about how you helped her feel light.”
I smiled and responded, “I’m just glad she’s feeling more like herself. It sounds like you could also use a bit of ‘feel light’ moment too.”
Sneha leaned back, looked at me with a soft expression and a mix of curiosity, and said, “You have no idea, Nish. ‘Feeling light’ is like my dream that I haven’t experienced in years. When Mandira told me about her experience, I’ll be honest, I was sceptical. We’re so used to carrying the weights of family and work, we almost forget to breathe and live for ourselves.”
She paused and became more animated, “but seeing the change in her, it’s like she’s a different version of herself. And after thinking about it for a while and sitting here today, yeah, I am craving that. I want actually to let it go. So tell me, Nish, do you think you can help me find the lightness, too? Coz, if there’s a way to feel the way Mandira looks right now, I am all in.”
I listened to her, and I couldn’t help but give her a reassuring smile. I said, “Mandira’s journey is hers, and I would love to help you find your own version of that ‘lightness’. Since you’re in, definitely, I am in too.”
Sneha pulled out her phone to save my number, gave a little laugh, and we exchanged details with a simple nod. It felt like an “I’ve got you” moment for both of us.
That night, the ‘small world’ coincidence felt too real. Enroute home, I called up Mandira, and I told her about running into Sneha at the pub. Mandira was like “you’re kidding” and laughed and said “I am happy she’s doing this. She needs that ‘lightness’ more than anyone I know.”
That’s when I felt It’s the circle of life! Remember the song from the movie ‘The Lion King’? If not, Google it, you’ll get to see the lyrics.
Once I reached home, I got a message from Sneha, “Hey Nish, I just got home. Honestly, after meeting you, I feel like I can sleep peacefully, without a million tabs open in my brain. Thanks for listening tonight – it really helped. See you in a couple of days.”
We decided a weekday would be perfect since it was easier for both of us to take a day off from work. We found a spot on the outskirts of Bengaluru city. We both drove in our respective cars and reached the location pretty much on time. We walked into the lobby, and check-in was smooth and quiet as we completed the formalities. As we walked into the room, I noticed Sneha was slightly tense.
The room: It was very beautiful, earthy and open, with soft sage-green floors and a bed that looked out through a large window. It was very much designed for peace.
I caught her eye and smiled at her, and broke the ice, “Tell you what, Sneha, let’s not rush into anything. Why don’t we sit for a bit? We’ll have coffee, and we’ll chat before we get started.”
She let out a long sigh, held my hands, nodded and said, “Yeah, that would be perfect, Nish. Thank you.”
While we were sipping our coffee, I casually stood up, moved across the room Sneha was still sitting on the chair. I stepped behind her and gently placed my hands on her shoulders. I started a light massage right over her clothes, to help her ease into the moment.
It was a simple assurance that she was in safe hands before we started the actual massage. The room was quiet except for the rustling of the trees outside the window. I whispered into her ears, “Take deep breaths, Sneha, you don’t have to hold yourself anymore for the next few hours, it’s just you.”
Sneha exhaled, bent her head a little, raised her shoulders. She said, “It’s crazy, I didn’t even realise how heavy my shoulders are until you touched them. I only remember how heavy it is and have completely forgotten about ‘lightness’.”
“All you need to think now is about ‘lightness’ and nothing else,” I replied to her.
I moved from her shoulder to the collar of her neck. My thumbs moved slowly and intentionally in circles. I then used my fingers to knead the base of her skull, moving up steadily to her ears. I rubbed my palms over her forehead.
I then positioned my thumbs on her temple region and applied enough pressure for her mental well-being. For me, it was all about helping her to feel comfortable and feel light.
“Nish, I feel like I am floating”, Sneha whispered with her eyes closed. “I never thought it was possible to feel this light. Mandira was right. I think I am actually ready to let go now.”
That was when we realised we were still dressed for the world.
“We are dressed for the world. We should get into something comfortable for both of us, especially considering your skin needs a good amount of oil,” I said softly.
Sneha nodded and headed to the bathroom to change into her clothes. A few minutes later, she stepped out, comfortable in a robe, and I had swapped for a simple t-shirt and shorts. We looked at each other, and I said, “Formality gone.”
I guided her to the bed and asked her to settle on her back. Her hair was tied up into a bun. Her neck was clear without any jewellery. Sneha looked completely at peace. I took some oil and rubbed it between my palms. I started massaging her feet, using my thumbs, applying steady pressure.
Finding the spots where she is stressed while standing in her shoes all day. I wrapped my hands around her heels and then ankles, slowly and rhythmically. I moved up to her calves and, with my fingers, gave deep strokes. Every time I moved my hands, I could hear Sneha breathing, making some sound.
I leaned in and whispered, “Is the pressure ok, Sneha? Hope you like it.”
Sneha let out a soft sigh and murmured, “It’s perfect, Nish. Please don’t stop.”
I reached for some more oil and poured it on my palms. My hands moved up to her thighs by moving her robe aside, which was covering her thighs. I used long and steady strokes to ease the tension in her thigh muscles, and my fingers touched her pussy.
It was hidden in her panties. I ensured my touches are steady and rhythmic.
“Nish, I feel so calm. I feel like the outside world doesn’t exist anymore.” Sneha said in a lower voice.
Ensuring my strokes are rhythmic, I responded, “That’s the lightness, Sneha. The world can wait. Currently, it is only for you to come back to yourself.”
Moving up to her tummy, my palms moved slowly, circling clockwise on the navel, to match the rhythm of her breath. I could feel her stomach muscles softening under the warmth of my hands. I started working on her hips. I used the heel of my hands to apply firm pressure.
Sneha’s breath was deep and easy, indicating she was melting away during the massage. Sneha, in her warm tone, said, “Nish, I feel like I am able to breathe into my belly again.”
Keeping my rhythmic movements, I responded, “That’s exactly what I want to happen, Sneha – you’re reciprocating great – let it get deeper and slower.”
I asked Sneha to turn over gently and helped her to settle into the pillows so that she could get complete support. With her permission, without any hesitation, I removed Sneha’s robe, making her almost naked. I poured some oil on her back, and now I realised the room had become quieter than ever.
I started with broad and light strokes from the lower back of the spine and all the way up to her neck, using my palms and sometimes with the heel of my hands. Then, I used my thumbs, moved them along the spine from the lower back to the neck.
In a blissful tone, Sneha muffed, “Oh god, Nish, I get it now. I totally get what Mandira meant. You’re literally zipping the tension on my back. My back hasn’t felt this relaxed in years.”
Sneha had surrendered herself to me by now. I started working on her shoulders intensely, using my fingers and knuckles. I whispered into her ear, “Mandira mentioned you carry some heavy weight on these shoulders.”
Sneha didn’t say anything else; she didn’t have to. Her moans and breaths responded to my every move.
Moments later, my hands were on her butts and I was ready to give her more moments of lightness. “So, Sneha, are you ready for more now?” I asked her. Sneha’s ‘yes’ sounded very positive.
“Nish, you have wonderful hands,” Sneha moaned.
“You can say no, but skin-to-skin contact is always fulfilling when it comes to massage,” I said while my fingers were on the elastic of her panties.
“Do what you’re best at, Nish. I am completely in your hands now,” she responded. With that, I removed her panties, making Sneha stark naked.
Giggling, I replied, “Be careful of what you say, Sneha, you might be in trouble.”
I moved my hands on her ass, kneading it with my palms and pressing with my fingers and cupping them as and when possible. “You have a body any man might not be able to resist,” I said to her.
I continued working on her ass while a couple of my fingers were pretty much near her ass crack. As I slowly moved my fingers along the crack, I could hear Sneha’s breath becoming heavier.
At the same time, I could see Sneha parting her legs, acknowledging that she had completely surrendered to me. She was turned on. No doubt at all. I realised this when my hands slowly found the wet spot – the pussy.
“It’s ok to get turned on,” I said the moment my fingers were moving up and down on the wet pussy. But that was the last spot I wanted her to feel light.
I asked her to turn over and settle on her back, so that I could work on her breasts. Her eyes were closed, waiting for the next sensual touch.
I poured some more oil and rubbed it between my palms, and started squeezing her breasts. Sneha started breathing heavily with every touch on her breasts and nipples. Her nipples were hard while I was tickling them with my finger.
“Relax, Sneha. It is soothing for sure. Just take deep breaths,” I murmured to her.
“Are you enjoying the massage?” I asked Sneha.
“Definitely, and I am ready to take it to the next level,” she responded and spread her legs to feel further lightness. She sounded like she was reading my mind.
I adjusted my position and slowly moved my fingers on her wet pussy again, and this time, steadily, I penetrated two fingers inside her. The thumb from my other hand was searching. Finally, I found her clitoris. I slowly pulled out. I didn’t want to bang her instantly.
The reaction on her face was like, ” Why did I remove them? My fingers moved to her pussy, pinching her vulva and labia between my thumb and forefinger.
“This is erotica at its best,” Sneha echoed.
I touched her pussy again, drew small circles around it while my fingers were very slippery. Sneha had her eyes closed and was moaning relentlessly. I continued working on her pussy, knowing exactly where to touch and how long. She grabbed the sheets.
With loud moans, Sneha uttered, “I am going to release, I am going to cum.”
“Not yet, Sneha, follow my touch, breath in, breath out”, I said while I was working on her pussy and clitoris. I penetrated my fingers inside her slowly, steadily stimulating her as much as possible.
“I want to cum badly, Nish. I am very close, I cannot hold on any more”, Sneha moaned.
While my two fingers were in her pussy, I slowly glided my one finger from the other hand inside her ass. She moaned very loudly this time, but did not resist. I did not increase the pace, but I knew she would cum anytime soon.
Sneha pushed her hips forward, her hands gripped the sheets firmly, and she cried. There was a moment of lightness. I could see her cum dripping on the pussy lips.
“My god, Nish, this was amazing! No doubt, you have a gift,” Sneha appreciated me by opening her arms and asking me to cuddle her.
“Massage makes you feel, you discover yourself again sometimes in ways you might not have expected at all,” I said, looking into her eyes, while we both were in each other’s arms.
This time, her smile was mischievous. She looked into my eyes, and we kissed each other for the very first time. Sneha undressed me and went down to my cock, which had some good pre-cum. She licked the tip and fisted my cock with her hand and started sucking it.
She balanced sucking my cock and my balls. I was ecstatic. I was moaning. She then guided me to the sofa, looked into my eyes again, and started sucking me and took my cock deep inside her mouth. I let her hair loose and pushed her to suck me hard.
“Fuck me now, Nish, fuck me”, she said. She positioned herself on the sofa and guided my cock inside her wet pussy. The silent room reverberated with the thap, thap, thap sounds. We were kissing. Oil, sweat and everything had mixed by now.
I then asked her to position herself on the sofa on her knees and got her into doggy position. I slowly slide my cock inside her pussy and start fucking her. I spanked her ass while I fucked her with more intensity. Moments later, I moaned, “Sneha, I am about to cum.”
“Cum on me cum on my face, Nish”, Sneha ordered.
I took my cock and started stroking off with my hands. A few strokes, I shot my cum on her face. She was licking the cum and giggling. We were exhausted and at the same time excited since we decided to spend the night together.
This was part 3 of “Finding Lightness.”
This entire experience was co-written by Sneha, Mandira (Sneha shared the entire experience with her) and me.
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