Elizabeth's Vacation

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This is the story of a naïve girl who embarks in a journey into a world of mysticism and sensual discovery. Join her as she reaches for higher levels or self-knowledge and pleasure.

Elizabeth Frost: An 18 year old first year student from an extremely conservative religious background. Her first experience with sex leads her to becoming a disciple or chela of a Tantra adept, and begin to discover a world of pleasure.

Dr Bill Ogden: General practitioner and eventually lover of Elizabeth's

Sunitra: Tantra adept, healer and relationship expert, Elizabeth's teacher and master.

John Wills, retired engineer, tantra adept, Elizabeth's lover and teacher.

Master Tsang: Adept in a school of martial arts you don't want to know about.

Elizabeth's voice was almost shrill. "Sunitra! You should have warned me! You knew!"

Sunitra giggled. "Why, honey, what happened?"

The rundown little farm was a welcome escape from the pressures and long hours of study of the last weeks. She walked down the overgrown driveway, almost looking forward to wrestling with the brown goat again. As usual the door opened to a push, and Master Tsang looked around from his chair on the veranda. He acknowledged Elizabeth's greeting with a nod, glanced at her, and at the meadow where the brown goat had tugged his peg from the ground, and was grazing closer and closer to the vegetable patch.

She had come prepared. Putting down her bag, she shucked out of her clothes, then took two items from the bag. The goat looked at her with suspicion, but the sight of a fresh lettuce was too much. He trotted closer and munched contentedly, not even noticing that she untied the old peg from his tether, and slipping it through the eye of a new, steel stake. It was only when she had driven the stake into the ground with a push of her heel that he noticed and by then it was too late to do anything but bleat.

She turned to the old man on the chair and made a formal bow, and he nodded, miming a silent clapping of hands. She stepped closer and asked: "Is there anything else, Master Tsang? I should hit you again?"

He smiled. "Now we try to learn not to hit."

He was about to say something more when she twisted her hand into his jacket and pulled him closer. "No hitting. I'm fine with that. Try this." Her mouth was on his, and he rocked back in surprise. Her free hand sought his, brought it to her breast, and then she pulled his belt loose.

He relaxed a little and allowed her to tug down his pants. "Now we are both naked. We try not hitting again?" Her eyes moved over his sparse body, noting the white, straggly hair on his chest, the sinewy muscles of his abdomen, a respectable erection sprouting from white hair.

"I sat down on his lap, tried to take him in my hand but he wouldn't, so I sat on it, and he told me to hold still. Then he twitched inside me! He told me to try to do the same thing, and I did, you made me practise my kegel muscles. And he matched me, twitch for twitch! I could not hold it back, so I came, and I thought he would come with me, but not a chance! Next moment he was twitching again, and before I knew I came again. And again! I think I came six times, and he was just going on and on."

"Did he come at all?"

"No, not at all. I got out of there too late for the last bus, I had to call an Uber! You should have warned me!"

Sunitra was giggling helplessly. "My poor

chela

, what a learning experience! So you learn that aggression may often lead to a surprise. As you taught Rick, didn't you?"

Elizabeth began to see the humour in the situation. "But it's not fair. How am I supposed to learn something from him if he just makes me run around naked after his bloody goats? "

"Did you wonder why he did that? Just to perv on a lissome young body? Or because he wanted to make you learn humility? And perhaps that action can lead to reaction? Do you know the basics of ju-jitsu? That you use your opponent's power against him? So this must be used on a mental and intellectual level."

Elizabeth nodded. "I can see that, Sunitra, but how am I supposed to learn that by chasing goats?'

Her teacher laughed. "Maybe you need to take a few weeks to think this through. Let him know that you are going to be tied up with other things. By the way, how were your results? You said your brain was totally stuffed with facts?"

Elisabeth laughed. "You know, my mind feels totally cleared, as if the studies and tests had lost all importance. There are still a few results outstanding, but I did quite well. I made a stupid mistake in one module, but I know what I did wrong. Blame it on overwork, and Master Tsang's lesson had taken all that away. I need to redo my summaries completely, but all makes sense now."

"Good for you. So, the first assessment cycle is done, how are you set for the next phase of your studies?"

"I'm ready, I think I am on top of things now. But, my teacher, I wanted to ask..."

"Yes, my

chela

?"

Elizabeth looked on the ground. "There's a boy in my Economics class. He's been trying to make friends, and I let him take me for coffee the other day. But I am afraid if he knew what I have been doing...."

Sunitra cocked her head. "A boy, you say? So, at last you are getting to a normal balance. Good. And you think he is an innocent and will be disappointed at the decadent woman you have become?"

Elizabeth blushed. "Well, not really, but I think he is inexperienced. He is rather sweet. He asked me to visit him in his dorm room, but..."

"Aha! He has designs on your body! Tell me more about him, and if you are ready to trust him enough to let him take you to his dorm room? What if his friends decide to join him?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "I don't think he would do that, he's a very shy boy. I trust him, Sunitra, it is just that I'm not sure what he would think of me."

"So let him seduce you, he does not have to know you are an experienced woman. Economics, you say?"

"Yes, his father has a construction business, they build houses, and he wants to study management to run that."

"So, why not ask him to come and look at the leaking water pipe we have here at the studio? The outside one? I'll be here, but then I can leave you two alone, and you can do some plumbing?"

* * * * *

Sunitra liked Terence immediately. He was tall, handsome, courteous and not at all pushy. He immediately saw what the problem was, and rattled off a list of items needed to fix the problem. Sunitra sent him off with money to buy the needful, and told Elizabeth: "My dear, I think you should go and work on your psychology assignments, you know. I will keep Terence company. What a hunk! No, I'm joking. Do you think I should wait until he is back, or should I leave you now?"

"Please, wait? I'm nervous. What if..."

"What if he had been looking at you with lust-filled eyes, and you in your most fetching yoga pants? Do you really think he will not jump on you the moment he has a chance? Relax, my

chela

, all will work the way it should. Live the moment, enjoy."

Rusty pipes and old joints caused some problems, and Elizabeth carried beer, made admiring sounds while holding recalcitrant parts, but realised her presence was distracting Terence. The day was drawing to a close when he was done, and Elizabeth listened attentively as he explained how he had installed a new type of coupling to avoid potential problems with water hammer.

"Oh, that would be great. I hate that sound, sometimes when I shower after a class it makes me jump."

"Shower?"

"Yes, we have a small apartment here, sometimes after a late class a teacher might want to stay over, or before an early class. I stayed here during the break, you know. Taught some classes, looked after the place."

"Taught yoga? Wow, I thought that other lady, I forget her name now, was the teacher."

"Sunitra is one of the teachers, yes, I am learning from her, and sometimes I'm allowed to take some beginners classes. Would you want to learn? I can show you the basics."

She giggled inwardly as he struggled with unfamiliar movements, hampered by his inappropriate clothing, and bothered by the closeness of her fragrant body as she held his arm, showed him where a leg should go. And when she demonstrated the downward dog she could feel his eyes burning on her body.

At last she sat up. "Hey, that's enough, you must be tired. You are not used to this."

He mumbled something, then asked: "Can I take you out to dinner? Or something?"

She brightened. "I'm not dressed to go out, Terry, and I'm sweaty and need a long shower. After that I want to just chill. Why don't we order something? There's a good sushi place that delivers, and I think we can steal a bottle of Sunitra's wine. What do you say? No, Sunitra will refund me, it's to cover your labour costs. And why don't you test the shower for us while I order?"

He was rather embarrassed, clad only in a towel, but she made as if not to notice his heart-quickening chest and muscular arms. "Why don't you put your clothes in the washer there? You did get them rather dirty, ant rust must be washed out otherwise the stains will become permanent. There's a dryer too, it'll take an hour at most. Will you get the order when it arrives? I need a long, hot shower too."

He found the sight of her freshly scrubbed body in the terrycloth robe disturbing, the newness of the sushi experience daunting, and the feeling of her arm against him, her breath on his face as she showed him how to use the chopsticks had his heart racing. They sipped a second glass of wine, he seated on the chair, she curled up at his feet, her back against his knees. At her request he massaged her scalp, his hands caressing the soft blonde locks, then straying downwards to her neck, her face, her shoulders.

"Oh wow, that's so good. Where did you learn that, Terry?"

He tried not to glimpse the tantalising nipples showing through the loosening robe. "My mom had me do that. She has a neck problem. Car accident, years ago. You like it?"

She whispered: "I like it, Terry. I like you... doing it. Do you... do you want to massage my back please? I mean, you won't mind? I'm still tensed up after the test series, you know."

Towels around the waist do resist the strain of massaging, especially not as the robe was drawn further and further down, and as an erection grew and grew. Then Terry leant over her, putting some of his weight on her, reached her face, turned away from him, kissed an eyelid closed in enjoyment, and asked: Elizabeth, can I... Would you let me make love to you?"

She rolled over like a cat, stretched, and whispered back: "Please, Terry, love me."

His eyes wandered over her languid body, his hands discovered the wonders of her breasts, and his lips found her nipples. She arched her back and uttered a soft groan. He moved to disengage the robe from her arms and threw it aside. Her hands caressed his chest, kneaded his muscles, stroked his back. As he returned to discover and devour her mouth her hands found the hard muscles of his buttocks, his erection now trapped between them.

She took his head between her hands and asked: "Can you kiss my breasts again, Terry? And lick them?" Slowly she guided him down her body, relishing his joy at the discovery of every muscle, every sensitive spot, every secret corner. She gasped as he blew on her mound, and he asked: "Do you like it? May I.. I heard girls like it when you kiss them there?"

She shuddered in anticipation. "Oh yes, please, kiss me, love me there."

Her first orgasm surprised them both, and she held him there, pleading: "Don't stop, don't... Oh yes, Terry."

When her spasms had subsided he slid back up her body and asked: "Was that good? Did I do it right?"

Her shaky laugh betrayed the ebbing passion. "No, you have to try again, right now! Oh Terry, that was great. I did not expect that... Now kiss me, and then let me get on top, I need to kiss you and please you too."

She was careful not to take him over the edge. Her kisses and licking of his erection brought him to the brink of an orgasm, and he groaned, lost in an erotic daze. She knew he was beyond thinking. She moved back up, kissed him deeply, and asked: "Will you be gentle, Terry? Can you take it slowly?"

Without waiting for an answer she lowered herself on to him, impaling herself on him slowly, started moving up and down, going deeper and deeper with every move. Terry feasted his eyes and hands on her body above him. He arched himself up, taking a nipple between his lips, and she moved towards him, regulating the movements until she saw his breath shorten.

She felt the beginning of his orgasm, and for a moment thought to delay it, then decided not to wait any longer. As he bucked beneath her she thrust harder, and his explosion inside her triggered her climax. For long moments they remained locked together, their climaxes feeding each other, until she collapsed on him.

His lips sought hers, and she responded with a long, slow kiss. He breathed deeply, sighed and said: "Thank you, Elizabeth, that was wonderful. Thank you for that." She laughed softly against his cheek. "And you, thank you for that too."

He was silent for a moment, then said: "That was the best ever, I never..."

Her finger found his mouth. "Don't. This is now, what happened happened and we cannot change it. What will happen will happen and we can make it happen. Let me rest and doze a little, then I want you to do it again."