About three years ago I decided to relocate back, to my home town of Byron Bay in Northern NSW. Byron Bay has gorgeous beaches; a fabulous climate and I know the area well and adore the relaxed unique lifestyle.
It's an enchanted place where the rain forest meets the ocean, dolphins and whales swim in the warm waters. Bryon has always held a special place in my heart, there is a creative freedom in Byron Bay that is liberating from the confines of the ordinary that allows the extra-ordinary to take place. Byron is a place where many people embrace the sacred, the sexual and creatively explore their sexual freedom.
I had been working at a radio station in Sydney for the past decade and had become stifled in the hot polluted city environment. My friends were all getting married and having babies, two things that were definitely NOT on my agenda.
I landed a job as a breakfast announcer on Triple Z FM in Lismore, which is only a half hour drive from Byron Bay. Within a few weeks I had caught up with my family and reconnected with old school mates.
One of my friends from high school was a woman named Sian; she was an exceptionally exotic woman. Her mother was an Indonesian Princess who had met a pro-surfer who had been surfing around the Indonesian Islands. It was the summer of 1969; they fell in love and moved to Australia in the 1970's. Together they bought fifty acres of prime Byron Bay real-estate on the cliffs at Tallows Beach which is just outside the Byron Bay village. Here they built a glorious holiday retreat.
Sian and I spent most of our school holidays at the resort exploring each others blossoming bodies and flirting with the sons of rich holiday makers.
Sian had inherited the Retreat a few years ago, and had upgraded all the facilities. Set within a stunning 45 acre rainforest, The Tantra Retreat and Spa provides an atmosphere of lush tranquillity and the opportunity to completely relax and rejuvenate. Sian had created a sanctuary where couples could come and safely explore their wildest sexual fantasies!
Sian and her partner Hunter ran sacred sex workshops, co-ordinated erotic singles nights, women's sexual freedom retreats and many other spa and pampering experiences.
After work each day I would head up to Tallows beach, go for a swim and wander up to the resort for a late lunch with Sian. Usually I would get a massage, have a facial or go to a yoga or meditation session. Today was different.
After my swim I walked through the forest and up a little hill to the end of the forest. There is a secret and private path from the beach to Sians private residence.
I went up to Sians place, but there wasn't anyone around, wandering around the back I noticed her back gate was ajar. I called out and went through to the courtyard. Sian and Hunter had created a sensual space, a lush courtyard for alfresco dining, a garden that blossoms with exotic and native flora, soft wind chimes hum and a little stream bubbles down the gentle slope and cascades over a small cliff and meanders across the beach.
Looking back at the ocean I could see the sun dancing on the sparkling azure water. It is such a stunning view; I turned to leave when I noticed someone lying on a massage table under the gazebo that was at the bottom of the garden.
Quietly walking towards the gazebo I noticed that the figure I had seen was not Sian but rather a dark haired version of her boyfriend, Hunter. He was half naked (he only had at towel draped carelessly around his lower half) and was lying face down on the sturdy massage table.
His chocolate coloured skin glistened in the dapple sunlight. The long black curls of his luscious mane cascaded around his neck and back.
As I made my approach I could feel my shoulder brush past a wind chime and it tinkled as I passed. The guy looked up and smiled.
"Heah there, wow, cool. I'm glad you could make it. Sian has just text me to say that you were too busy with clients up at the retreat and wouldn't be able to come and give me the massage that I desperately need!"
I quickly assessed the situation. I was alone with a very hot and naked man, outside by the beach. There were massage oils and towels on the table next to me and most of my boyfriends complimented me about my erotic and sensual massage techniques...hmm....yeah why not?
I smiled back and said "Glad I could make it. I hope you enjoy the experience!"
I dipped my fingers into the bowl of oil and lightly ran them down his back.
"Just relax, begin by taking three deep breaths, and bring your awareness down to the base of your spine."
I delicately moved my fingers up and down his spine. I slowed down my motions and circled my fingers around the top of his bum. I gently squeezed and stroked each part of his back and neck. My fingers and hands worked in circular motions, kneading and caressing his back.
Softly I whispered, "Ride the waves of your breath, allow yourself to totally surrender to my touch. I am going to move the towel away now and massage your bum and legs"
"Okay", was his raspy response.
His butt was firm and his legs were long and muscular. I kneaded his arse and the tops of his thighs, I could feel him shift slightly under my touch.
This was great; closing my eyes I began to explore his body with my hands. I was beginning to get rather aroused myself.My pale skin looked amazing roaming hs black body. My nipples were tingling and I had the strongest desire to lick and nip his ripe butt.
My hands caressed and massaged down each leg, I oiled and rubbed his feet. His flesh felt delightful under my hands and it dawned on me that it had been a good three months since I had fucked a guy.
I stood at the bottom of the table and massaged up both legs simultaneously, gently stretching his legs apart so I could massage his inner thighs. Dipping my fingers in the oil I dripped and flicked the musky scent onto his arse and thighs. His muscles began to quiver under my feathery touch; I added a little pressure to each stroke. Each movement of my hand took me closer to his balls; I couldn't resist the temptation and was enjoying myself as my fingers began to tease them as I massaged his legs.
