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points are related to "oil massage," a skill practiced by massage therapists. In a legitimate setting, oil massage is a health-promoting activity where the therapist applies essential oils and massages along the meridians to promote blood circulation and relieve fatigue.
However, due to the existence of certain "health-promoting establishments," "oil massage" has become synonymous with stimulating activities. Especially with male therapists, who are often seen with bikini-clad women, they can freely touch any inch of the woman's skin, even sensitive areas like the breasts and genitals. The women, whether out of embarrassment, a more open-minded attitude, or simply unable to resist the therapist's skillful techniques, experience intense pleasure and often acquiesce to the male therapist's inappropriate behavior.
Of course, being a massage therapist in this setting is not a casual affair; it's a highly professional job with strict technical requirements. Without skill, how could one satisfy a woman? A good massage therapist can relax a woman's muscles and relieve overall fatigue, but that's not the top level. A top-level massage therapist must also know how to "reasonably" stimulate a woman's sensitive areas to achieve pleasurable sexual pleasure, allowing her to feel lightheaded while relieving muscle fatigue, ultimately reaching an extreme experience of ecstasy. Only in this process of relieving fatigue and experiencing intense pleasure can the body achieve complete relaxation.
I had read about women getting massages online for a while, and the sensations described in the articles seemed a bit unbelievable. Finally, I had the opportunity to go on a business trip to Beijing and mustered up the courage to try a massage myself. It made me believe what those articles described, and my experience was even more intense than they described.
Before arriving in Beijing, I made an appointment with him to come to my hotel that evening. After a busy day, evening finally arrived, and as the time slowly approached, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Although I had read many articles about this before, it was my first time, so it was no wonder I was nervous.
A moment later, the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly straightened my clothes and went to open the door. After confirming his identity, I opened it and saw how tall he was—a very tall, robust man. I didn't dare look any longer and quickly lowered my head, returning to the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I didn't know what to say. He took the initiative to speak to me. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was polite small talk. After a while, he said to me, "Go take a shower."
I was incredibly nervous in the bathroom. I quickly showered and came out. He looked at me and laughed, saying, "Why are you still dressed? Just wrap yourself in a towel." I didn't say anything at the time. He went to the bathroom and got a large towel, which he spread on the bed. I lay down on it, burying my head in the pillow. My mind was blank. I could only hear him getting something—it sounded like a glass bottle; I guessed it was essential oil. After a while,
it seemed like he was ready. He came to the bedside, patted my head, and told me to relax. I didn't say anything, but I felt him put his hands on my waist and slowly push up my tank top, saying, "Take it off, it'll feel better." I didn't say anything, just slightly lifted my body, and he took off my tank top. I hadn't worn a bra after showering, so my upper body was completely exposed. The room was very quiet then, as if he could hear my heartbeat. He probably realized this too, so he turned on the TV, and finally there was some sound in the room, which made me relax a bit.
He moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked my hair and said, "Relax." I took a deep breath. Suddenly, I felt a slight coolness, like something dripping onto my back. Then he started stroking my back with his hands. I knew he was applying essential oil to my back. After repeating this a few times, I felt his two large hands massaging oil into my back. My body is small, so his two large hands completely covered my chest, and it felt so good. He asked if it hurt, and I said it was okay. He kept pushing up and down like that, and after a while, he started pushing on my shoulders on both sides of my neck. He said that the trapezius muscles are the most overworked muscles, so he pushed, shook, and kneaded them. After all that, my shoulders felt much more relaxed.
Then he pushed on both sides of my spine, and then massaged my waist. It really felt very comfortable, and I was happy with my decision. Then he started making big circles on my back, pushing from my shoulders to my waist, and then from my waist up to my armpits. I felt like his fingertips were touching the edge of my breasts. He kept circling around like that, and with each circle, his hand moved a little lower down. I started to get nervous again, feeling like his hand was about to touch my nipples. I couldn't help but feel excited, and I slightly raised my upper body, hoping to make it easier for his hand to touch my nipples. Just as he was about to touch my nipples, he withdrew his hand and walked to my feet, feeling a little disappointed.
He started massaging my legs, first putting a few drops of essential oil on the back of my calves and then massaging them, even giving me a few foot massages. After massaging my calves for a while, he started massaging my thighs. Since I was still wearing underwear, he seemed quite careful, probably afraid of soiling it. He started from the outside of my thighs, massaging back and forth, then slowly moving inwards. After a while, I felt his hand reach the inner part of my thigh, and I started to tense up again. His hand slowly moved to the inner side of my thigh, and he started massaging behind my knee, all the way down to the groin. I held my breath, feeling the hairs on my body standing on end. He continued massaging slowly back and forth, and every time he got close to the groin, I felt a little suffocated. Suddenly, his hand started shaking at the groin of my thigh, and I felt like I was being electrocuted. After shaking for a while, I started sweating. Then he started tickling my inner thigh with his fingertips, making my legs feel itchy, both comfortable and uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt his fingertips unconsciously brush against my genitals through my underwear. A wave of tingling sensation washed over me, and I instinctively tightened my legs. He then pushed back and forth along the inside of my thighs, slowly parting my legs a little more. I began to long for him to touch my genitals. Then, I felt two of his fingers touch my genitals. I felt a little breathless. He started massaging my genitals with his thumb through my underwear, slowly and gently—it felt so good. I could feel my lower body slowly becoming wet.
Then I tried to take off my underwear, and as if he knew what I was thinking, he helped me remove it. His movements were so slow, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. Now I was completely naked, lying face down on the bed. He dimmed the lights, and a strange feeling began to stir within me. He started massaging my buttocks. He sat on the bed, placed my legs on his, applied essential oil to my buttocks, and began massaging. The moment his touch touched my skin, I instinctively tensed up. He gently touched my buttocks and told me to relax. But how could I relax? He started chatting with me, saying my skin was pretty good, neither dry nor oily, and that my buttocks were nice, very perky. I felt secretly pleased. I was most satisfied with my figure. While we chatted, he massaged me, sometimes pushing, sometimes pinching, sometimes shaking—it felt so good, and my mood gradually relaxed.
Just when I had relaxed, he dripped a few drops of oil into the groove between my buttocks and slowly slid his fingers down to my anus, gently kneading. I held my breath. After a while, he started sliding down again, almost touching my vulva. He stopped, repeating this several times. I started to get anxious, desperately hoping he would touch my vulva. Then he slid his hand up my inner thigh, and I felt the pubic hair touch his hand. I gently swayed my hips, trying to signal him, and he slid his hand down again, all the way to my vulva, where he gently placed his finger on it and stopped. This time there was no underwear in between, and I could feel his warm finger. I couldn't hold back anymore. He paused for a moment and then began to gently massage my vulva. The movements were so light that I could hardly feel it, yet I could feel something massaging down there. After a while, he blew warm breath onto my vulva, and I immediately felt more and more fluid flowing out. He slowly inserted his finger, very slowly, as if afraid of hurting me.
After a while, his fingers were all the way in. His hand seemed quite long. His fingers remained still inside, and I was already aroused, hoping he would move. His fingers began to tremble slowly, in waves, like the pulse massager at home. The tremors gradually increased in amplitude, and the intervals between them became shorter. At first, I could hold back my moans, but now I couldn't resist anymore and let out a soft cry. That one sound seemed to awaken him; his tremors became more and more intense, my moans grew louder, and I became increasingly wet. Then he took his hand out, and when he put it back in, his fingers seemed a little thicker. He had put two fingers inside. I felt a swelling down there, but his fingers didn't feel rough at all. His two fingers trembled, rotated, and twitched inside me. His other hand gently pressed against my vulva. I felt like I was going crazy; the feeling was indescribable. My mind went blank, my body was stiff, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I once saw a vibrator at a friend's house. Although I've never tried it, I firmly believe that machines can't compare to human hands; human hands have a kind of spirit. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt a spasm in my lower body, and I had my first orgasm. I gripped his legs tightly, signaling him to stop. He pulled his hand out and began teasing my vulva. Seeing my breathing gradually calm down, he started a second round. Having experienced the first round, I was much more comfortable in the second, no longer tense, and tried my best to cooperate, slightly raising my buttocks to facilitate his hand movements. The second round seemed even more intense than the first; my lower body felt like it was being electrocuted. I really don't know how he trained his hands to be like that. Then, my second orgasm arrived. This time, I was completely free of shyness, shouting loudly to enjoy the orgasm. I felt completely exhausted. After resting for a while, a third orgasm, just like before but seemingly even stronger, came. I had never experienced three orgasms in a row before. I felt like I had passed out, lying motionless on the bed.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard the water running, so I knew he was washing his hands. A little while later, he came back and whispered in my ear, "Was that comfortable?" I nodded. He told me to turn around, and with his help, I did. He tidied my hair and touched my neck. It didn't feel like we were meeting a friend for the first time, but rather like a man who knew me well and was admiring me.
He put some essential oil on my breasts and started massaging them in circles around my nipples. I closed my eyes slightly, watching him intently. He massaged my breasts very carefully. My breasts weren't very big, but they were firm. My husband loves touching my breasts. Then he spoke, saying, "Your breast shape is beautiful, perfect. Massaging your breasts with oil can improve many breast problems, such as sagging, outward expansion, and even the color of the areola. It's effective. But you don't seem to need any of that." I laughed, and the awkward atmosphere instantly disappeared. He still diligently massaged my breasts, lifting them, etc. But he just wouldn't touch my nipples. I was puzzled. My nipples are very sensitive, and I love the feeling of them being touched, but he wouldn't touch them. He said that even if there were no problems with my breasts now, I should still take care of them, and I could buy essential oils to massage them at home.
He said a woman's breasts are the most beautiful part of her body, and he even taught me some massage techniques, which made me very happy. After massaging for a while, he casually touched my nipples, and I felt goosebumps rise around my breasts. After a while, he suddenly pressed my nipples gently with his fingers. I closed my eyes and slowly enjoyed it. After a while, his fingers started to tremble, the trembling very lightly. I felt my nipples being stimulated by his fingers, and they quickly became hard. He gently pinched and flicked them, as if he were playing with something. Suddenly, I felt two warm things enveloping my nipples, and he was kissing them. It felt like a child nursing, but the sensation was completely different. He then extended his penis and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue, and I started breathing rapidly again. He then drew circles around my nipples with his tongue. I couldn't resist anymore, so I hugged his head and gently stroked him. After a while, he slowly moved his tongue to my abdomen, moving it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. I started to feel uncomfortable, like tiny insects were crawling all over my body, itchy. After a while, he stopped, and I quickly withdrew my hands, pretending to be calm.
He started massaging my abdomen, putting some oil on it and beginning to massage. Soon, my abdomen felt warm and comfortable. He said that although the effects of ovarian maintenance were not yet clear, massaging the abdomen with essential oils would definitely not do any harm. I nodded, seemingly understanding. After a while, my stomach felt very comfortable. I didn't know if it was the effect of the essential oils or just my own perception, but it felt very comfortable. Then he got up and turned off the light. I didn't know what he was going to do; the room was dark, with only the light from the television. I closed my eyes and waited quietly.
After a while, he got into bed and propped my thighs up with his legs, but this time it was different. My heart skipped a beat. Was he going to...? I didn't know, and I didn't dare to think about it. After all, I'd been too embarrassed to ask before, and although I had some thoughts, I didn't have the courage. He put some essential oil on my legs and started massaging back and forth. The room was quiet, and the TV wasn't very loud. I just lay there quietly, feeling his hands skillfully massaging my legs. After my calves, he started massaging my thighs, moving up a bit more. The room was dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could feel him massaging vigorously. As he massaged, he moved down to my groin. This time, my reaction wasn't as strong, since we'd already done that. But this time, he seemed to have changed his technique; it felt different from when he massaged my back. After a while, one of his hands started massaging my lower abdomen, a very sensitive spot. Every time he pressed, I felt a spasm. Then, one of his hands suddenly pressed against my clitoris, gently rubbing it. Both hands massaged simultaneously, one after the other, and I felt myself getting aroused again. He might not be able to reach my lower abdomen, so he moved his body forward a little. At that moment, I suddenly felt something touch my inner thigh. Yes, it wasn't a hallucination, it was his…
Ah! I tensed up immediately, but before I could even tense up, I was overwhelmed by another round of spasms. One of his hands slowly went in, this time with two fingers going in at the same time. Because I had already released a lot of fluid, it went in easily. His other hand pressed on my lower abdomen and pressed my genitals with his thumb. Before I was even ready, I started masturbating loudly. This time it seemed even more intense. I was going crazy, gripping his legs tightly with my hands, my body swaying non-stop. Before long, I had already orgasmed. This orgasm came so quickly that even I found it unbelievable. Then the second round began. This time he moved his body forward a little more, and I could clearly feel his penis pressing against me…
(Second
female netizen reveals romantic experience of heterosexual massage)
On the weekend, I called the masseur, and he quickly arrived at my hotel. The masseur warmly laid out a towel for me and then asked, "Would you like a full-body massage with oil?" I said "yes," and he closed the door and had me sit on the edge of the bed. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, quite handsome, with a charming smile, and very masculine—my type. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because I had, after all, come with the intention of seeking special services, but this discomfort only lasted a few seconds. I told myself, "I'm the customer; no customer should be afraid of a service provider." At that moment, the masseur smiled and said, "Let me help you change!" I stood up, and he unbuttoned my top, including my bra. I felt awkward having a strange man help me take off my pants, so I took off my trousers myself, but kept my underwear on. By then, he had already arranged the pillows and laid out a large bath towel, telling me to put on a disposable massage suit and lie face down on the bed. After I lay down, he said, "Let me help you take off your underwear," and then pulled my underwear down from behind. The reason he took off my underwear first while leaving me still in the massage suit was clearly to avoid the embarrassment of the customer having to remove this last piece of clothing. Then, he asked me how I wanted the air conditioning to be, and whether I wanted to watch TV or listen to music. I chose soft music. He dimmed the lights and began his service, appearing very professional.
At first, he used both hands to massage from my shoulders down my back. He carefully asked, "Are my hands cold? Is it too heavy?" I've had this kind of regular massage many times, so I'm quite used to it. It usually starts with the back and waist, then the buttocks, legs, and feet, followed by the arms, and then he'll have the client turn over—it always seems to follow this order. But this time was different because I came with the intention of "touching," so I started thinking about it in a more sensual way. Every time he touched my bare skin, it added a certain something to it. I found that when your mind is set on something in that direction, the feeling seems different. Even before he touched my sensitive areas, I felt a sense of stimulation. To hide my true feelings, I started chatting with him, mostly small talk. He spoke very pleasantly and very carefully. I asked him, "Do you have many female clients?" He said, "Not many." I asked him, "Is this only done for female clients?" He said, "Yes, we generally only serve female clients." After chatting for a while, we ran out of things to say and just remained silent. His massage was really comfortable; I felt a slight wetness down there, probably from anticipation!
When he told me to turn over, my heart raced; I knew he was going to massage my breasts. My face flushed slightly, but thankfully the lighting wasn't too bright, so he probably wouldn't notice. After turning over, I immediately closed my eyes. He covered my genitals with a towel and then moved to face me.
He softly asked, "Is there anything you don't want me to massage?"
Out of curiosity, I asked, "What about other customers?"
He said, "Oh, some customers don't want their nipples massaged; those are reserved for their husbands."
We both laughed. That laugh washed away all the embarrassment.
I asked, "What about most people?"
He said, "They don't seem to mind; they massage everywhere, it's quite comfortable."
I said, "Then I don't mind either."
Perhaps it was the passion of facing a stranger of the opposite sex, but the moment his hands brushed against my nipples, I trembled slightly and made a soft "ss" sound. His skillful hands massaging my nipples felt amazing! I believe many women experience a sense of pleasure at this moment, though they might feel embarrassed. So, with his experience, he asked, "Feels good, right? Lots of people come here; it's very effective. People are tired after work, so they come to relax afterward..." Now I believe what I read on blogs; massage therapists are indeed very observant of their clients. He noticed I liked breast massages, so he repeatedly massaged my breasts. After a while, he used a very comfortable movement: starting from my armpits, his hands brushed across my breasts and nipples, pushing down along my ribs until he reached halfway down my buttocks, then flipped back... Then, he did it from the opposite direction: starting from my neck, pushing down over my breasts and abdomen, almost touching my pubic hair, then pulling back from the side. Every time he pushed downwards, I felt excited; my body seemed to be anticipating his continued movement... I didn't say anything because I was a little embarrassed. I felt he seemed to be pushing closer to my "treasure," as if he was seducing me. Then, he did something I didn't expect: his hands stopped on my breasts, and he quickly rubbed my nipples with his fingers! It was a very stimulating action. He said, "Feels good, doesn't it?" My expression was strange at that moment. I bit my lip and said, "Mmm." As he slowly massaged my breasts with his palms in a circular motion, I closed my eyes and moaned softly because I couldn't control myself. Massaging my nipples was really stimulating; I felt like my brain was throbbing.
The orgasm from masturbation and the orgasm from a massage from a man are truly different, each with its own merits. Although I have my husband with me in my daily life, he can't give me the same delicate caresses on my skin as these professional masseuses, nor can he make me feel completely relaxed. Psychologically, my husband is the active one, the conqueror; the masseur is someone I paid for, someone who serves me. Therefore, the massage I receive from a masseur has aspects that my husband can't match.
At this point, he didn't continue but went out. He came back half a minute later with a hot towel, spread it on my body, gently wiped away the oil, and had me turn over and lie face down. I wanted to ask why, but I was too embarrassed. I guessed it was probably part of the service. Later, I found out I was right. To ensure repeat customers, they massage for a full time each time, making the customer feel it's worthwhile. He started with my back, but this time it felt different. His touch was like a lover's, gentle caresses, brushing across my back and waist… His hands seemed to have more than twenty fingers, as if countless fingers covered every nerve ending… He kept touching me, making soft moaning sounds: “Ah… oh…” I quickly became aroused, feeling even wetter down there, my genitals unconsciously rubbing against the towel beneath me.
Then I heard him take off his shoes, kneel behind me, and massage my buttocks and waist. These are both sensitive areas for women, and he certainly wouldn't miss them. His massage felt so good that I instinctively arched my back, but he didn't immediately stimulate my core. He knelt forward slightly, leaned down, and started with his hands, moving them from my buttocks, across my waist and back, then sliding to my sides, reaching forward to touch my breasts! I couldn't help myself; when he touched my nipples, I made an “oh oh” sound and gasped for breath. He groaned a few times in response, continuing to rub my nipples. I felt the nerves in my nipples were directly connected to my brain, the stimulation sending waves of sensation through me, as if my whole body was dissolving, and my lower body was secreting fluids. Involuntarily, I raised my upper body so he could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily twisted, continuing to moan "mmm." He probably thought my moans were too loud, so he got up, turned up the music, and returned to the original position. Because his caresses of my breasts felt so good, my sensations were concentrated on my breasts and lower body, and I was no longer sensitive to my lower back. So, although he was making large circular motions (from my buttocks, waist, back to my breasts, then back down through my abdomen), he mainly focused on pressing my breasts. I must have been very out of control, moaning with my buttocks raised.
He then sat up and gently pressed my lower back. I understood and leaned down. He put some oil on his hands and sprinkled it between my buttocks. Good heavens, I knew he was probably going to massage my buttocks, but then I thought, "That can't be true, can it?" Before I could think any further, his fingers were already there. He was very skilled: he used both hands alternately to stroke my buttocks, and each time he passed my anus, I felt a jolt of excitement. The alternating strokes sent waves of excitement through me, and my juices soaked the towel. He said, "Feels good, doesn't it?" I didn't answer, just hummed in response. He then left his fingers on my anus, massaging the perianal area, rotating, and gently wriggling, while his other hand pressed against my buttocks, making me feel so good! By this time, I was starting to feel something for him, and blushing, I said, "You're just using your hands? Aren't you using your body to push me?" He answered expertly, "Using my body? Hmm, I have no problem with that." I thought, since we've already done it, and it feels so good, I might as well take it, so I agreed. He pressed down on me from behind, his arms in front of my head… I felt his penis rubbing against my back, tickling me. His professional moans grew louder; I didn't know how much of it was genuine, but he must have felt very good himself. He pressed down on me, massaging me with his body, asking, "If you're pressing too hard, just say so." I said, "It's okay, it's great." Massaging my back like this was more comfortable than using his hands because the contact area was larger, and it was his sensitive area, giving a more intimate, skin-to-skin feeling. He massaged my back with his body, then gradually moved downwards, circling my buttocks… I felt a little embarrassed, after all, it was genital contact between a man and a woman, but he didn't care and continued, teasing me with his penis between my buttocks… I was on the verge of orgasm, and I became bolder, so I simply said, "Could you massage my buttocks again with your hands?" I made this request because his anal massage felt so good earlier; I felt like I was about to orgasm. He said "okay," and massaged my anus like before. I felt "that" coming soon, so I said, "Keep doing this, don't stop." He said, "Okay, I won't stop," and he even increased the volume of his moans. My lower body was pressed tightly against the towel, and when he pressed his fingers against my buttocks, I felt my vagina throb—I had orgasmed! Afraid of making too much noise, I bit my lip to suppress my moans. After that wave subsided, I panted and reached down to touch myself: the towel around my vaginal opening and below was completely soaked!
"Do you want to rest for a bit, sis?" I said, "Okay." I got up, completely naked, and he was naked too. He first lifted a corner of the towel to wipe the water from my genitals. I felt embarrassed, but seeing how focused he was, I relaxed. Then he gently pulled off the wet towel and placed a clean one on top. He put on his clothes and got out of bed. When he left the room, I sat naked on the bed, the light shining on my oil-stained breasts, making them glisten. I laughed to myself, thinking, "I never thought I could do this. I rarely achieve orgasms, but this pretty boy brought me to them several times with ease." Just thinking about it sent a tingling, electric-like sensation through my body—it felt so good. He brought me a glass of warm water and said, "Let's chat."
I asked, "Do other people experience this like I do?"
He said, "Rarely."
He continued, "You look quite comfortable."
I said, "Of course, I haven't felt this good in a long time."
He asked, "Are you married?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I'm married, and I get along well with my husband."
He asked, "Your husband doesn't do this for you, does he?"
I said, "My husband does too, but not as well as you."
He smiled smugly and asked, "Do you want more?"
I asked, "What?"
He said, "There's something even more comfortable."
I smiled and said, "I don't want to leave yet."
He said, "Okay, I haven't even finished the whole thing yet, I didn't expect you to go first..."
After resting for a while and listening to music for a bit...
he sat next to me, and at first it was that kind of caressing massage, very light. This wasn't really a massage, it was more like teasing. From my shoulders to my buttocks, I quickly became aroused. I asked him if he had done this for Sister Wang, and he said Sister Wang was a regular here. I said I was Sister Wang's friend, and he said I must take good care of Sister Wang's friend. As he talked, he massaged down below, his fingers already teasing my buttocks, reaching all the way to my "treasure." He seemed quite adept at it. Then he straddled me, his hands moving from my shoulders, gliding over my back and waist, before vigorously massaging my buttocks. He pulled down my underwear behind me, bent down, grabbed my arms, and began massaging me with his body. His chest was thick and strong, it felt very good, and he let out a professional groan. I deliberately asked him, "Are you comfortable?" He said, "Of course I am, it's comfortable with you, sister." I thought it was a bit suggestive, but he didn't seem to be faking it. He massaged my buttocks with his penis, then straddled me, making me turn over. After I turned, he massaged my breasts with his chest. As Sister Wang had said, he used his hands to hold my arms, supporting his body, and rubbed his chest against my body. It felt wonderful, especially when he rubbed his tongue against my nipples. Then he got off the bed and massaged my upper body with his hands. He must have been very experienced; he knew exactly what women liked. His massages of my shoulders, chest, and breasts were spot-on. For example, when massaging my breasts, he would grasp them firmly with his palm, squeeze them a few times, then massage in circles, and stimulate my nipples in various ways to see my reaction. If I liked something from him, he would continue in that way. By the time he did this, I was already soaking wet, my body was trembling, and my moans were getting louder. I couldn't resist touching his naked body, and he seemed to enjoy it. When I touched his penis, he closed his eyes and moaned, making "ooh" sounds. I could tell he was also enjoying it. I asked him how many members would let him do this "special" service, and he said quite a few, almost a third. But some people never did it because they didn't know others were doing it.
As he massaged, he noticed my nipples were very sensitive, so he suddenly bent down to lick and suck one of my nipples while playing with the other with his hand. This was different from just touching with his hand; I was instantly aroused! I started to lose control! I liked it, so he kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged him and started touching him all over. His back was soft and smooth (I mean, it should be like that even without oil), and it felt very comfortable to touch. His chest was also very firm. I got even wilder at this point and started touching his genitals, his buttocks, and then I moved around to the front and touched his "root." He didn't flinch, and in fact, when I was feeling really good myself, I couldn't possibly be bothered to touch him carefully.
Before we "finished," he held up his finger and asked tactfully, "Do you want me to go in?" I've seen a lot of fantasies written by guys online about how women use their fingers or "artificial penises" during masturbation... Because I can't psychologically accept penetration by men other than my husband, I shook my head, and he didn't penetrate me. He probably noticed my nipples were very sensitive, so he left his left hand on my breast and massaged my genitals. He first used his right palm to massage my genitals, then his right index and middle fingers massaged my vagina, while his ring and little fingers teased the vaginal opening. Just as I was about to climax, he had me rest my head on his left arm, essentially embracing me, and then he lowered his head to suckle my nipple while simultaneously increasing the speed of his hand movements on my genitals. I climaxed while holding him tightly; this close embrace during climax gave it a "real" feel, making the climax even more intense, and I felt my lower body trembling violently as if it were "colliding"!
After my climax, I held him tightly, refusing to let go. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are wet." I said, "It felt so... good." After I sat up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought...
Before leaving, I asked for his phone number. He said, "If you have the chance, please introduce me to some clients. After all, not many women these days are so open-minded!"

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