Amitra
Do you know the feeling when you talk to someone new but it feels like you’ve known each other a long time? That’s the feeling I had when I talked to Amitra for the first time. Maestro and I met Amitra on Tinder. She seemed mysterious. She didn’t post any photos of herself. None of the standard happy photos with friends with drinks in their hands. No yoga posing or standing on top of a mountain. Or sexy pool/beach photos with tummies carefully sucked in and toenails artfully painted. Instead, she had a black and white photo of a woman playing a sitar in front of a crumbling building. I loved the juxtaposition of beauty and ruin. She was also eager to chat, without a lot of the “you need to contact me first” attitude. She seemed refreshingly normal and unpretentious.
Maestro chatted with her for a while online, easing into some sexual slowpitch teasing and flirting – one of his favourite activities. But our first introduction was old school. Talking on the phone. There’s something about hearing a person’s voice that’s more personal and intimate, plus I’m just not into texting for having extended conversations. And we just launched into talking about family, work, and our plans for finding personally meaningful work. We discovered we both have healing hands not meant to be wasted much longer for tapping on keyboards. She is going to pursue reiki. I have always been interested in reflexology. Chemistry is an odd thing. I talked to another woman on the phone over the summer who had finished writing a book about energy healing and spirituality. Maestro figured it was more my thing than his so we should talk. Even though we talked for a while, the conversation seemed a bit stilted. I was happy to play interviewer and ask her about her book because it prevented uncomfortable lapses in conversation. On paper we seemed to have lots in common but over the phone our connection barely moved the needle.
Not so with Amitra. After raving about her to Maestro that evening, we arranged to meet her as soon as possible. We couldn’t find a time that week long enough for some play potential, but an hour or two was enough to meet the woman with the quick wit and playful laugh. She arrived at our place dressed to the nines. Not for us. She was going to watch a friend perform in a blues band and looked smoking hot in a little black dress and heels. She was petite, just as she said over the phone, except for her personality. She had an easy laugh and beautiful, intense brown eyes that lit up the room. She was exactly as we had both experienced in our individual conversations with her – personable, playful and funny.
We spent a while chatting in the kitchen, having a few drinks and munchies, and sharing stories about our journeys that brought us together. How had we all come to the decision to explore non-monogamy? Where were we on the journey, still getting our sea legs beneath us or more experienced navigators? These are always the most interesting stories for me from other women. Often, it’s not so much the details of the story itself, but the way she tells the story. My interest is in the storyteller. How does she construct her story? Is she always the protagonist? Is it funny or dramatic? Metaphorical or matter-of-fact? And as we’d already established on the phone, Amitra and I had no shortage of stories to share.
Before long, the view from the balcony tempted us all to take a look. As we stepped outside, Amitra slipped her arm around my waist. Maestro pointed out the mountains and bridges while we furtively held hands. I loved the fact that she initiated it. As people drawn toward the healing arts and healing touch, perhaps it wasn’t surprising to want to establish a physical connection between us. Her hands were warm, small and comforting, with perfectly manicured nails. As we turned to leave the balcony, I stroked the small of her back and wrapped my arm around her waist. Most women are automatically drawn to Maestro and I don’t blame them! He’s physically imposing, handsome, with a personality to match. I’m endlessly fascinated by watching his dominance over people, whether in professional or personal engagements. He is the alpha male. So for me, there was something very personal and intimate about her gesture. Yes, we both want Maestro to devour us in bed, but her gesture shows that we could share a certain bond even without him.
Our visit ended too soon as Amitra had to leave to get to the concert. But not before she enchanted both of us into wanting another, more intimate visit, which hopefully would lead to an ongoing intimate friendship. Like Maestro said, she could be the kind of woman we’re seeking. Just a really cool person we could hang out with and do fun things with, including having a really good sex. After Amitra left, Maestro and I talked her while we fucked. I wonder what her pussy tastes like? Maybe she’ll like Maestro’s trick where he fingers and licks both of us until we cum – at the same time. I can ride Maestro’s cock while he licks her pussy, and vice versa. We played out our fantasies about Amitra until Maestro came deep in my pussy. Next time, we mused, maybe she would be there to lick his cum off of me.
