The gulls circled overhead, catching the breeze in the warm summer air. One gull spotted a tempting morsel and did a quick dive to the beach, snatching an unfortunate crab. The other gull followed and decided it, too, wanted the struggling crab. The two battled in mid-air, seemingly colliding, causing the first gull to drop its prize. Within seconds a dozen birds descended and tore the crab apart.
Sarah stood on the deck intently watching the voracious and quarrelsome birds. Kind of reminded her of the girls in the studio.
Paul arrived, disrupting her moment, and stood next to her, trying to see what she was following.
"That's life, one minute you're happily going about your business and the next minute you're being torn apart by an angry mob. How was my shoot today?" Sarah asked.
"Sorry to interrupt your dark musings, but the shoot was good today; you look like you were getting into it at the end. You know, you could laugh and have some fun with a shoot," Paul said.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Stay for dinner?" Paul asked.
Dinner, she realized, now meant food, a stay overnight with tantra, and then sex. In any case, Sarah was game and nodded.
"Well, at least you didn't look so scared during this shoot."
"How did I look?"
"I don't know. Annoyed, bemused, bored, and then you came out to play."
"What?"
"You heard me; you weren't into that girl or into the moment. I could tell. But you did care enough to act out the part, so your effort was appreciated. I took a look at some of the photos, and the one with you in the nylons alone were pretty hot. I appreciate that you made a decision and went with it."
Paul went back to his sitting room, and Sarah went to the bathroom to don her red China doll robe. He was waiting for her when she returned, and the room was once again set up with the requisite mood by the appropriate incense, candles, and music. This time the scents were stronger but not overwhelming. Paul was dressed in his black robe, and as Sarah walked in the room, he said, "I thought we'd start with some touching exercises today. Okay with that?"
Sarah nodded and sat down across from him wearing her red robe, only this time she didn't care if she was exposed. They sat facing each other, holding hands.
"Close your eyes and listen to me breathe. Then try syncing your breathing with my own."
Though the exercise sounded a little silly, Sarah was game, especially after her orgasm following their previous night of tantric exercise. She felt her hands being engulfed by his large hands and listened to his breathing. It was regular, steady, and had a deep resonance as compared to her shallower breathing. This continued for several minutes, and as they listened for each other's breaths, they automatically started to breathe in unison. Sarah found it kind of cool the way they synchronized their breaths together without really trying.
"Good, now take your robe off and sit here on my lap, facing me," Paul said while removing his own robe.
Sarah stood up and moved closer to him. She took off her robe, revealing her pussy with the newly groomed landing strip just several inches from his mouth. She turned around to toss her robe, wanting him to see her bare buttocks. She sat on his lap facing him, her legs wrapped around him. The touch of his thighs on her legs was electric; she felt her vagina tighten.
"Hold my hands and close your eyes, and breathe together again."
She was having a hard time synching again; there was too much beautiful skin contact for her to ignore. It was a little humid, and their skin was sweaty with desire.
"Open your eyes. Now we're going to do some basic eye gazing together. Remember, your left is the receptive or feminine eye. Look into my eyes and try to breathe together once again."
She looked into his beautiful grey eyes and couldn't suppress a big smile. This was hot, feeling his skin touching her legs, her hands in his and looking into his eyes. She focused on his pupils and could see them change in size, getting a little larger as the room darkened with nightfall. A light breeze started to blow in the room. There was nobody else in the universe save the pair of tantric lovers.
In return, he started to grin and his pupils grew even larger. She soon knew why. As she looked in his eyes, she could feel his warm, slightly wet erection rubbing against her vaginal lips. Damn, he was hard, and the tip of his cock was driving her pussy crazy!
"Since I just recently had a massage, can I do you first this time?"
He nodded and her hands began rubbing his chest. Her hands massaged his pecs and started rubbing his nipples. She gave him a quick kiss.
"I won't stop you," he said.
She had him lie down face first, and he had to shift a little bit to accommodate his erection. She began rubbing his back using the oil, moving to his back and then to his butt. She drizzled a little oil and rubbed his glutes before moving to his legs and feet. She motioned for him to turn over and as he did, she saw that his large erection was sticking straight up. It looked so dark and hard, she had to restrain herself from immediately jumping on top of him.
