"The Tip of the Crystal"

The Rub

  I was invited to a New Age get-together by some people who liked my music, but whom I'd never met. I arrived and was introduced to Michelle and Peter, the hosts of the party. They had known one another from their days together in an ashram called Kripalu. (An ashram is a retreat oriented place where people dress in unnoticeable attire, learn yoga, meditation, massage, and generally focus on the world within.) They were warm and loving people and knew how to have fun. We ate and partied into the night. The hours passed, and only Peter, Michelle, and I were left in the house. I was reclining on a couch. Michelle was in the kitchen for a refill of coconut cream soup. Peter walked into the living room with a bottle of lotion in one hand. He sat down at the other end of the couch and without saying a word, picked up one of my feet and began to rub it. I had never had a foot massage before. But even more importantly, if I had been rubbed in the past, it had been with women, and with the unspoken understanding that the rub would culminate in sex. Having a man I'd known for less than eight hours start massaging my foot was a bit of a shock. My first instinct was one of discomfort. Why was he rubbing my foot? What did it mean? Did he think I was gay? Did he expect me to go to bed with him? Was there a polite way to extract my foot from his grasp? These thoughts and others rushed through my mind, but before I could verbalize any words of escape, I felt myself being taken on a journey of sensations. His hands were strong and sensitive and I felt the effect throughout my body. He applied lotion and continued to rub my foot. This was the closest thing to great sex that I had ever experienced, and it was being administered by a man. I was confused. As he massaged my foot I found myself moaning in pleasure. He then silently took the other foot in his hands and began the process anew. The massage was slow, sensual, and therapeutic. Over an hour had passed since he had started the massage and I was now completely incapable of getting up, talking, or doing anything but reveling in the feelings I had just experienced. A few hours later I peeled myself off the couch and managed to drive myself home. During the drive I occupied myself by thinking how I would explain this new experience to my colleagues at work.
 

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