Many years ago, even before I was a nurse, I trained in Mount Airy, Philadelphia to be a Doula or a birth coach. I was always fascinated by women's health and natural medicine, yoga. I did an internship at a Birthing center. Being a childless woman, it was interesting to learn about how women's bodies changed in childbirth, the process, etc. The woman teaching the class talked about natural ways to ease labor etcetera. I was a bit surprised when the instructor asked me and the 5 husbands because she wanted to show the men how to massage their wives to enhance their birthing experience. This is the true account of what happened in that little back room...
The labor coach explained to the wives that she would be right back and to help themselves to refreshments and take a break. We went to the massage room which had soft yoga music playing, dim lights and a lot of crystals and Buddha statues surrounded a large massage table that was draped with soft sheets and a headrest. She took me aside, behind the Japanese screen and asked if I would be comfortable lying on the massage table and she demonstrate on me the techniques that the men would use to massage their wives. I tentatively said yes, because, after all, I WAS a student. She requested that I take off my clothes, just leaving on my bra and panties and to lie on the massage table as she worked on certain muscle groups. I blushed because at that point in my life I had only been with one man and I was a bit shy. With a warm and reassuring smile, she assured me everything was going to be all right.
There were five men. All handsome, well-built men. All looking a bit uncomfortable being in a new situation and out of their comfort zone. They stood around the table fidgeting, with their hands in their pockets, looking away as I awkwardly climbing on the table, lying face-down as the woman directed me. I noticed a faint whiff of jasmine perfume as she removed her blazer and her full breasts straining against her blouse. Were her nipples a little hard? I tried to control my nervousness as I laid my head in the headrest. She began to talk to the men about what kind of massage oil to use, recommendations for music, etc. I felt her slightly press the bottom of my spine and rock it. Then I felt that slight pressure of her warm, scented hands on my neck and I almost instantly relaxed. She was making long strokes along the back of my neck and shoulder blades, leading into my back, feathering her touch to my buttocks, then rubbing the backs of my legs and calves with strong kneading movements. I started to almost rock my body in rhythm with her strokes. She unhooked my bra and I startled but she quietly said, "shhh" to me as she demonstrated effleurage.
Her loving strokes were hypnotic. Before I knew it, she was turning me over and removing my bra. My large perfect 42DD breasts were standing proud as the men gaped at them. I saw stirring in their pants, lust in their eyes. A collective gasp ricocheted through the crowd. A little wet spot was forming in my boy shorts but I scarcely noticed it as my eyes became heavy-lidded in erotic bliss. She kneaded my arms, my torso and the fronts of my legs before concentrating on my tits, showing the men how to fondle their wives for milk let-down. The men were murmuring amongst themselves as their eyes widened at the sight of my almost-naked beauty. Then she slipped my undergarments off while simultaneously spreading my legs.
She began to make circles around one of my breasts as she massaged my pussy, up and down, concentrating on my clit then hooking her index finger inside of me, explaining that stimulation of the G Spot would ease labor. At this point I was squirming on the table humping her hand and moaning because she was suckling one of my nipples and rubbing my clit in circles as she fucked me with that long elegant finger. I wasn't even embarrassed. All I wanted to do was cum. I could see and feel the men's rapt gazes and it only enhanced my arousal. I spasmed on her busily wriggling finger as she expertly rubbed my G spot. The men all groaned and she slipped away. I lay on the table contentedly but so turned on I didn't know what to do.
