Ramon is a professional masseur. He has a large clientele of wealthy business people. He makes the rounds of each of their houses, giving massage sessions to each several times a week.

Now he has purchased a Feel-U-Feel-Me pad from an anonymous seller on an Internet auction site. It was a good price, particularly since it was obviously bootlegged.

Now he has a female client who has no time to schedule a session with him in person. She wants him to massage her via Feel-U-Feel-Me.

They have initiated their sessions on the tele-touch pads. She has placed the pad on her back and he has an image of her shoulders in his pad. He pours warmed oil onto the pad and begins massaging her muscles. After a few minutes, she shifts the pad to her lower back.

"This is odd, he thinks. The client is control of the session." He works the muscles of her lower back. She languidly talks of some triviality while he massages her for a few more minutes. Then she moves the pad to her buttocks.

Not particularly surprised, Ramon massages deep into her very trim glutes for a while, working into the crevasses between the top of the femur and the pelvis. Then, without warning she again moves the tele-touch pad. The image which reappears in his pad is her pubic mound, vulva, thighs spread wide.

"Do you know the technique of Yoni massage?" She asks.

"Of course I do," He answers. He begins massaging her pubis, the spongy flesh of her labia majora, stimulating the circulation. After a few minutes, he begins delicately stroking her inner lips, running the length of each one between his fingers. He can't tell if the slipperyness is the oil on his pad or her own, natural lubrication.

He hears her breathing heavily and begins gently rubbing her clitoris in tight circles. After a few minutes, she groans and he feels a shudder of orgasm in her pelvis. He inserts his middle finger into her vagina and strokes the spongy roof, behind her pubic bone. While still stroking her clitoris with his thumb, he inserts his fourth finger into her anus. The tantric texts say that in this posture, he holds one of the mysteries of the universe in his hand.

He can feel her perinial muscles contracting and relaxing with his strokes. After a few minutes, she says, "I'm ready for your Lingam now." He knows what this means.

He removes his trousers. He feels relieved he doesn't have to explain now that his penis has been quite hard since she presented him with her vulva. He inserts himself easily into the image of her open vulva in the pad. "Oooh," he sighs. This certainly feels like the real thing.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven strokes into her, bringing his pubic bone firmly in contact with hers. He feels the fever of impending ejaculation. He pauses a few moments, breathing out sharply several times until the feeling subsides. She moans softly from the distance. Then fourteen more energetic strokes, bumping her pubis with his.

Another short rest. When he begins again, he feels his penis is a powerful muscle delivering pleasure to this woman. He lets go now, delivering powerful blows to her through the pad. She groans with ecstasy. He lets himself ejaculate now and it feels like he is pumping energy into her.

"It's so beautiful!" She cries.

Copyright 2000 Stewart Dickson and Rebecka Dickson