“Are you going to Hungary with us?”
I hear the familiar voice of my zumba trainer between the shelves in Lidl.
“Hi Tani”! Nice to see you! Well, you know I would go, again to Eger?”
“Sure, that’s the best place. We’re going next week. I have 2 babies for you, you would live together, you know there, you swim in the indoor pool and then we’ll go out again in the evening in the thermal baths”.

“Great. Just let me know by evening?”
“Sure, but I’ll write you down “on the fly”.

The plan was clear. I’m going. Not so much because of the exercise, swimming, but because of the skinny Indian guy who was a yogi, he did yoga there with a group at 7 in the morning and also gave Ayurvedic massages. He was from Bratislava, he met our trainer and always went to these meetings.

And I wanted to see him. I liked him. We had been together with the girls at training camps several times and I saw and especially felt that he was not indifferent to me either. We always chatted in English at dinner, but that was the end of it. However, the chemistry between us could be cut.

This time, however, I played it safe. I wanted to take the opportunity for massages and be with him directly.

We arrived in Hungary in a relaxed atmosphere, beautiful surroundings and since I don’t practice yoga and Táňa does yoga right at the beginning, the masseur stayed with us in the room, where he brought in a massage table, arranged scented candles and prepared everything for the massages. He had time and was alone.

I signed up first.
I wanted to use the time so that the girls wouldn’t rush in and we had enough time to use the whole hour..
I knew that this weekend everything would change between us.

He sat me on a chair, straddling my legs, with my back to him, because I wanted to massage mainly the lower part of my lumbar spine, of course, being naked in front of him didn’t cause me any problems, so I sat down on the chair and felt the first drops of luxurious oil, which he began to rub on my back with gentle circular movements of his hands.

In the meantime, we exchanged a few words in English here and there, but I saw his cock rising under his jogging pants. He rubbed himself against me and started to massage one hand, which he stretched out, my breast relaxed beautifully and hung and had a wonderful view of it. He did the same with the other hand.

… sex with …

I started to feel pressure in my pussy for sex. I was horny as a bull and I started to touch his growing cock through his training pants. More and more for sex. He was already hard as a rock. “Also off please your trousers” I moaned and suddenly we found ourselves naked and horny one by one. It was impossible to resist. He bent down and started massaging my breasts and at the same time gently biting my nipples. I moaned.

We were locked, so no one could enter. Our mutual connection was gaining momentum. He entered between my thighs with his hands and gently started to touch my lips. I started to fuck him. Pretty much from the root. His penis was amazing. Not huge like Negri, but big enough to fill my whole mouth with it. He stood above me, I sucked him and he started to gently finger me. Every touch of his increased my lust. The desire to feel him inside me. The desire to merge.

I moved to the massage bed, he stood behind me and fucked me beautifully in my mouth while I spread my legs so he could start massaging my pussy. He entered deeply and with deep movements he started fisting me. But only for a moment. He moved to the other side and plunged his big cock into me and started fucking me. Slowly, but I ordered him to speed up and suck my brain out of my head. I was so pumped up with hormones. It was amazing, the whole room was like on fire. The music was playing a soft oriental mushroom and the air smelled of eucalyptus and our juices.

I was moaning and groaning like crazy because he was fisting me and gulping my breasts while he was fucking me. His ebony body was glistening with sweat, but I didn’t mind his musk, but I was inhaling the scent of his body and juices.

He made me cum. I went to the room with the idea that we would have a repeat tomorrow. And that happened the next day, but on the couch he had there and by then we had already changed many positions, with him still erect after an hour. Fantastic condition. And a fucker par excellence. I swallowed everything. I immediately went to take a shower and jumped into the pool to swim for another hour.

We smiled at each other slyly at breakfast and dinner, not letting anyone know, but I knew that the next meetings would be even better.

The next weekend event where we had sex together was in a hotel in central Slovakia, always as part of an Ayurvedic massage, where we gave it to each other on a double bed.

I was fascinated by his body, it was completely different from making love to and sex a white man.

And yogis and masseurs have a completely different mindset, their touch is more gentle than that of regular guys, they are interested in you and I didn’t care at all if he did it with other people, especially since I really enjoyed the next session. Of course, a bonus was that I always got along perfectly with him, which is not possible here in Slovakia (if you don’t have students or don’t go to a course or something).

A month later, I had a trip to Bratislava to the theater, so we agreed there that I would come to his studio, which he has in the capital. It was quite difficult to coordinate, because he has students who are adults for yoga, but there one unexpected thing happened.

We met at his place, of course, as we had ordered a private massage, he knew we were alone and when we started doing 69, he let me lick his ass. He simply positioned him above me, which surprised me quite a bit, so I just ran my tongue around his hole and stuck my thumb in. I simply wasn’t ready for that, even though his hole was beautifully shaved, but we hadn’t agreed on rimming. I hadn’t done much rimming with my lovers before. He didn’t do it to me, just double fisting and so I left the meeting a little disappointed. I know why, though.

Immediately after it was over, another masseuse was probably knocking on his door (I still don’t know) and he was a little upset. He didn’t even go in on me then.

I missed Hungary this year because I was sick, but we are in touch via shorts within WA, where he sends me various short videos and I know that we will meet in Šírava in September. I’ve already signed up. And I’m really looking forward to it.