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In The Zone

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In The Zone

Okay, I?ve grown older. That?s life.It also has exposed me to a great deal of life experiences, with the chance to listen to others. Life has watched me adapt.

Learning to stretch my mind is one of the unusual things I?ve been introduced to when I realized I was becoming more tolerant. Tolerance can be dangerous, or it can be a freeing. Something like, ?beauty is in the eye of the beholder.? Beauty varies.

It takes discipline and dedication to have washboard abs, and as you go through time commitments or responsibilities change. And I learn that I don?t recover well enough to bang as well as I used to.

You know how you can zone out when you?re going through reps, or doing a treadmill?how your mind wanders through the course of your day when you?re getting rid of frustrations on a punching bag? I didn?t realize ?zoning out? can be a learning experience.

I was at a 24 hour coed exercise box that has cropped up, been going there for a while, recognized others to nodding acquaintance, both men and women. Conversation was generally sparse because I?m there to work. There was a woman that I occasionally did the treadmill next to, and I think one day she opened conversation. I had ?zoned out,? wasn?t all alert, and she noticed. She called me back to the present.

Over time we actually started chiding each other, and encouraging each other in our work outs, occasionally would spot each other. Nothing overt was going on between us, but we both would tease and banter, not hiding from ?meaningful? double entendre?s.

Yes, I would continue to ?zone out? every once in a while. So one day she suggested I look up this individual who taught meditation experience classes, saying it?s something she has done and found very helpful. I found out she went by Frankie. She handed me a business card from the woman as we were leaving one day. I accepted it, thinking this is way out of my comfort zone, and dropped It in my pocket after glancing at it. Cleaning out my pants that night, I found it and before it hit the round file, I saw the line? Tantric Training.?

Something clicked. It took a minute, and I looked again. Was my workout buddy making an overture? Only one way to find out. Ask.

Two days later we?re working again, having our usual routine, casual banter, and I ask, ?That business card?have you been there??

?Yes, I have,? Frankie answered.

I do another curl. ?What?s it like??

?We sit around in a circle, do meditating and exercises. It?s a lot like yoga, only involves the mind more and more focused parts of the body.?

Boy, that was a great euphemism. ?How long are the sessions? Wait a minute. Circle? How many are there for the, uh, class??

?Numbers vary, usually between six and twelve to fourteen. Ratios of men to women vary, too, but usually balance pretty well.? Uhm, is that more information than I want? ?Did you check it out??

?No, not yet, but I thought I?d look it up online. Tantra, that?s the sex stuff??

She grinned. ?Yes, and more than yes. Check it out.? As we shifted stations, I got into position to spot her. I paid a lot more attention to her tits.

So the website on the card talked about a lot of ?sexual awakening? techniques, and the babes?er, instructors?looked damn good. I signed in, asked for the mailing list to get the class times and contact numbers. I found the introductory class, wasn?t too sure about the fee, but thought what the heck, and signed up. Instructions came back the next day with confirmation, place, and suggestions for dress, what to bring.

The class was small, seven of us, I was one of two newbies. We were four women and two men, plus the instructor. I rolled out the yoga mat I?d purchased for the class, and we went through some breathing, relaxing, focusing techniques while sitting in the circle. My workout partner was not present. After about 20 minutes, the instructor told us to pair off for sensitivity focus, or something like that. Touching was involved, and learning to feel through the touch was the training exercise.

I was paired with a woman maybe a little over half my age (~60), laid down, and she went through the touching of me while I focused on what was happening, what I was feeling. Then we traded, and I went through the same routine. It started with touching the far-away parts, hands and feet, and gradually got closer to the focus parts: head, ears, mouth, chest, stomach, groin. Nothing overtly seductive/sensual, but getting used to being touched for the sake of touching. I learned that it was a balance between learning to pleasure on one hand and accepting being pleasured, and learning to rest in the experience rather than jumping forward to ?hot and bothered.?

Yeah, I got hard. She didn?t back off from it, didn?t try to stimulate. I was in gym shorts, so it moved with her touch. She wasn?t shy. The objective was for me to learn, feel, accept. My partner wasn?t a beginner, but one of the ?class assistants,? and so were two other women. The fourth woman was a newbie, the other male was, well, I only saw him once more.

And, yeah, I didn?t get soft while I was ?returning the favor? of the exercise. The instructor was walking around, suggesting thoughts to focus on, encouraging that this was a ?desensitizing exercise? that was necessary for going forward.

As I was collecting my stuff to leave, one of the other assistants came over and asked if I would want a study buddy before the next class. We worked out a few details and got together Saturday afternoon.

I learned a bit more at the study session?which could also be considered a ?stud?-iiee session. She ran some music, controlled the lighting, and we took of our own clothes. It started off as mutual masturbation, again, or maybe mutual sensitive massage. She let me start on her first. I was careful to follow my motto, ?women cum first,? and followed the pattern of touch and stroke and watch the partner?s expressions. Well, with groin uncovered, I figured the rules were a bit looser. When she rolled over to sunnyside up, I ?detected? some extra moisture available for massage. When I got to her groin, I used it, then I ad libbed and used my tongue. After she came, I started to move up, but she stopped me and said, ?Your turn, we?re not done yet.? So she did me while she talked about the history of where tantra servers started. The myth stuff goes way back to Hindu type ?knights? who would go to battle for the Raja, or some king person, and the knights who fought well (and lived to come home) were able to access these Temple Consorts for all pleasures. I mean ALL PLEASURES. They were trained in all arts of fellatio, of sodomy, of multiple partners, of?well everything. They knew how to ?activate the energies of the chakras? and stuff. All I know was when she rolled me over she fed me her tits while jacking me, and when she felt I was good and hard, climbed on board and rode with the gods.

Over the next five weeks? classes much of the same continued, although partners changed. There was an occasional newbie, but not all of them came back, and there were a number of additional members who would drop in from previous classes. I managed to get a ?study buddy? each week, mostly assistants, but one advanced student who when we got together said she just needed a good fucking. That night was like a freebee. She wanted to practice her oral skills, and really got off on my oral exam as well. In addition it was a penetrating, in depth experience.

I did talk about the experiences and studies with my workout buddy, and she was encouraging. I didn?t know she was receiving more ?detailed information? than I was giving her from her pals. She showed up on the last night of the basic course, but wasn?t my partner. I signed up for the next level.

The second series was on a different night, which changed my schedule around a bit. But now I had been practicing the ?focus the mind? technique almost daily for five weeks, and had been encouraged to explore whether I could make myself hard and soft with intention. I wasn?t sure what the goal was, but mental masturbation was different. However, as I joined the second series, my workout buddy was there regularly. Again there were an average of a dozen people who came in and out over the series, occasionally the same people I had already met. The focus on these meditations and exercises were a little more? Well, it worked through mutual touching, removal of clothes as you choice of being comfortable, and depending on the individuals, touching to completion. At all times a state of focus on yourself, not your partner, was to be maintained. I had a ?study buddy? between classes again.

We met Monday night. She lay down the rules for the evening, and she started on me first. Her sensitivity approach was incredible. I was nude, face down, and she stroked, using feathers, silk scarf, an actual sheepskin (filled with lanolin) mitt, blowing, and finger-tip sensitivity. There was some moisturizing lotion, and a rim job that popped! When I got flipped over the entire sequence was repeated, ending with a fellatio which caused me to explode. How was I supposed to follow that?

Well, I imitated using all the props, taking it slow, concentrating on the sensitive joints, kissing and nibbling as I went. I even nuzzled in to do a rim job, but I don?t give myself high marks for success. She gave me great appreciation points. But when I turned her over, I went to town.

I used all the toys, the feathers, the scarf, the mitt, (we didn?t have ice cubes). I had some chocolate sauce and we both had fun when I licked it up. Nibbling her elbows, nuzzling her neck, laving and blowing her nipples, I made sure I paid attention. And I worked my way slowly to the Cave of Delights.

She smelled wonderful and tasted just as good. Starting with nibbling her large, succulent lips, she let her knees fall open, relaxing her lower legs. I feasted. I just lazily nibbled and nuzzled the tops of her thighs. I rubbed her labia with my nose, with an occasional lick just for variation. First one side, then the other. Then back and forth between them. I made sure no micrometer of tissue was ignored. As I worked my way to the underside of the labia, I encountered her moist inner petals. Running my tongue between her inner and outer lips , I could see the delicate inner labia swell. As they expanded, the tiny blood vessels at the outer edges engorged to the point where they turned that glorious purple you see on the head of the cock when it?s at attention. Gently caressing those soft clam shaped tissues, softly engorged and standing, I could taste her nectar, spreading from her weeping vagina. Slowly I worked my way up her cleft, and there, right at the apex, was that hidden, firm little nub begging to be sucked. Gently I drew on it, drawing it toward my mouth with the suction, allowing it to stretch just enough for my tongue to tease hello. Slowly writing the word hello on it with my tongue, I made sure I finished off the O with a flourish or more. She bucked into my mouth. Focusing my eyes between her 36 C mounds, I could see the look of surprise in her eyes and open mouth as she stared and fell back again. Doing ?hello? once more, I slipple my middle finger into her sopping hole. As she accepted my second knuckle, she spasmed as I signaled, ?come here? with my finger. She jumped. She shouted, ?IN. ME. NOOWWW.?

What I found extraordinary was my cock and refilled?at my age?and was ready to go. So, not wishing to deprive a lady, I went IN HER, well, slowly and with a little flourish.

I can?t begin to share how surprised I was to realize that I had risen to the occasion. I didn?t give a rat?s ass whether or not I?d have anything to deposit, I was up for the team! My biggest gift to the system at that point was I knew I?d have great staying power. I?m only just over 7 inches, with a three inch circumference, but I don?t get too many complaints once I get going. And she had me going. This ?study assistant? was in her mid to upper 40?s, packed nicely in all the right places, and her boobs were right where I wanted them: mouth available as I was pumping. She was holding me, moving her hips, almost thrashing with her expression of amazement, I was just trying to be present for her, give her something to hand on to and squeeze. Honest. But eventually my energy ran out and I rested on her. What did she do but flip us over, her on top.

Now those globes were hanging right at mouth level, she was arched grinding her cunt on me, and then she started to do something with her inner muscles. I could feel her milking me as I?m trying to suck her breasts, and I could feel her uterus starting to massage itself around the tip of my cock! Don?t ask me how she did it, but I could feel it. When she squeezed, I could feel the tissue stroking the end of my cock, tickling it. She just kept it up and DAMN! actually got me to eject again. She could feel me pumping in her as she shouted, ?YES! YES! YESS!? I know that she couldn?t have got much, but we both could feel it. I sure didn?t think I had anything left.

The second class of the advanced group had a lot of discussion and touchy-feely exercises on the sensitive places on a body to stimulated. I was working with another gentleman that evening, and, to be honest, well, it could have gone a lot better. I didn?t really get into it. And, I didn?t have anyone approach me to be a study buddy. On my workout the day after the second class, Frankie asked, ?How?s the class going for you??

I looked up at her over the barbell I was pushing. ?Very interesting. I?m learning to ?zone out? with a purpose.? She grinned.

?Do you think it would help to have a homework buddy study session?? Fortunately I?d just finished my reps as I dropped the bar into the holder. My eyes met hers.

?I could use the practice. Are you offering, or do you have another classmate who is interested in the practice session ?? I had learned that she was sort of a class monitor.

?Maybe a little of both. I?d keep it simple. I?m looking at something on?? and she gave me the date and time.

?I can make that,? I replied, knowing that I would be skipping out of a previous commitment.

?Bring the routine stuff from class,? she said with a gentle smile. But her eyes had a different light.

The evening arrived, and I showed up at her place at the designated time. Frankie was dressed in what I call ?yoga casual,? a flowing top and slacks that were color coordinated. Her hair was down compared to her gym ponytail. We walked through a nice welcoming foyer into a living room that was sparsely furnished with everything pushed back. A few candles were lit, curtains were drawn to soften the evening light, mats and cushions were scattered. ?I decided to keep it just the two of us for starting out,? she commented, leading into the room. She crossed as I sat comfortably and started some light background music similar to what played in class. ?We?re going to do the same exercises we?ve been doing in this series of classes, with a little more variation. I?ve been watching and I think you can handle the increased focus. Now, take your deep breath, and begin.?

We were sitting on the floor on thick cushions?she didn?t need them, I did?and we began. She moved to my knee for first contact, and I followed. The incense she had started after turning on the music began to fill the room with a very light scent. She led, I followed: moved to two hands, over my head; I followed; removed my shirt, I followed?no she didn?t have a bra. She moved behind me, stroking her nails over my back, I focused on feeling my skin prickle and rise, nerve endings exciting down my arms to my hands, spreading around my ribcage to meet in the center of my chest. Breathing deeply, I raised my arms, stretching overhead, and her fingernails stroked around my sides to my chest. Circling, she gently pinched my nipples.

Tugging gently, Frankie laid me back as she moved to my side. She picked up a large feathery duster and began to sweep over my torso and head. Setting it down, she moved over me, blowing gently. I focused on the feel of the air gently sweeping over my skin. Shifting, she grasped my shorts, drawing them down, exposing all my skin to the air. She signaled me to roll over.

As I rolled she strategically placed cushions so my obvious erection wouldn?t be cramped, keeping my back straight, and a circular cushion to rest my head to breathe. In five minutes, the duster was brought back into play, then the blowing, and then the request to turn back over.

Of course by now my cock was rock hard in spite of my age and lack of use. A full sweep of the duster, followed by the blowing continued to force my focus, and my breathing, to maintain the ability to feel the sensations on my skin. Then her hands began moving over my arms, my legs, my chest, and then my groin. I didn?t know fingers and hands could touch so gently. I concentrated on focus in spite of my cock bouncing.

Then a new sense began hit me. ?Focus, breathe,? she said. ?Focus, breathe.? I was wet. I later figured she was drooling on me, and once I was adequately wet (focus, breathe) her grip changed, to a slow jacking off. When I would begin to feel dry, I would be moistened again. Her thumb started to gently swirl over the crown. I may have been sheathed steel, but her fingers and palm were cool silk. One hand frequently stroked lightly to a nipple, then back. Hands would change, and she would stroke my sack.

She kept me there for a long time, possibly because of my age, then said, ?Begin to participate, begin to encourage yourself to express your response. Let yourself drift up and release.? This was a major change. Instead of my body driving forward, I was being instructed to direct it to blossom, to release. It took some time, but the release was a sudden explosion which had been sitting quietly, and then exploded as if a trigger had been tripped. She continued to gently stroke me as I settled to, ?breath, focus,? and gradually came down.

As I came back to being present to the room, she stopped stroking. Rising, she brought me a bottle of water. The scent of incense was fuller, gentle, but full in the room. The music was still going. Looking into my eyes, removing her slacks, she said, ?and now?? and lay back in repose. After what I had just experienced, what I completed, I was now to return the same to her.

Sitting next to her, I picked up the duster. Slowly I stroked it over her, starting with feet, legs, hands and arms, moving to her head and face, torso and groin. Then I reached for a colorful silk scarf. I could use just the hem of it on some parts, maybe a folded corner circling her breast, or the whole dr*ped cloth drawn across a whole leg, or her torso and face. I could draw straight, or curved, or I could blow under it and cause it to flutter and settle. I watched goose bumps rise and fall as she focused, as she breathed.

Aware that my skin is rougher than hers, I dr*ped the silk over my hand for stroking, getting a sense of touch buffered with smoothness until I was more sensitive to her response. Over her body I stroked, gradually moving to just my fingers and palms. As I circled her breasts and areola, her engorged nipple ruched visibly. I blew over it lightly, then offered the same to her other.

Using that now ?attuned? touch I slowly stroked down her sculpted abdomen, gently teasing her trimmed mound, and wafted around her labia. Blowing across her slightly, one could see the growth of her inner labia as they gradually engorged.

Her legs parted slowly, gently, comfortably to release the engorgement occurring. Stroking with a single finger, I, too, drooled down my digit to let moisture gently assist her sense of stimulation. Very quickly she supplied her own lubricant as her labia glistened in the flickering candlelight. Breathe, focus, breath, focus, I realized I needed to do that as much as she did. I was definitely focusing on her, tuning to her needs, almost hearing her mind in mine as I attended to her.

Her body signals were strong, focused, her hips moving, her inner lips slightly pulsing as if searching for something to draw on. I gently drew my moist digit around the outer labia, circling, gradually increasing contact with my lengthening finger, then a second. I repeated the process on the inner labia as her legs fell further open. Carefully I caught first one, then the other inner delicate flower petals between two fingers and stroked, tugged gently, then with three fingers, two on the outside, one between them, stroked them together, then circled together. I could feel her vaginal opening rhythmically squeezing, opening as the tip of my middle finger teased across it with her inner labia caught in the motion. There was a distinct change in her breathing.

I took my attention from her pudenda to her face. She was flushed, and there was a spreading flush across her upper chest. With my free hand I held my palm above a nipple, lowered it slowly in a circular fashion and caught her nipple with the center of my palm, gradually stirring it at the tip of her breast. My other hand kept circling her mons. A groan released. As I alternated between nipples with my palm, my middle digit slipped through her hungry vaginal mouth. A definite knob appeared at the top of her mons, and I stroked it firmly but gently with the pad of my thumb. Gradually I increased the length of my finger into her vagina, also increasing the presence of my thumb on her clitoris. The motion of my palm and fingers transferred subtly to the pad of my thumb as she began to squirm.

She needed no encouragement from me to determine her release, she knew well what she needed and how to achieve it. I shifted my ring finger into her vagina with my middle finger, catching her labia in position with my baby finger. Now I was able to thrumb the inner folds of her vagina with two fingers, catching right at a change of tissue texture: her g-spot.

My fingers were almost crushed with the strength of her release, and my hand became quite slippery. This wasn?t a one time event as she peaked significantly three times according to my captured digits. As her muscles relaxed, I slowed the circling of my palms, reduced the pressure of my touch, and was gently present to her body as her breathing settled. With a couple cleansing breaths I ceased my movement, just holding in position, breast and vulva, as she gradually opened her eyes.

Smiling, sated, she announced , ?You have graduated.?

Having passed the final exam, we cuddled. And we slowly, calmly brought each other to a very thorough climax.

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