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Last weekend, my friend Lang Lang and I went to a private beauty and body spa called Pang's Beauty and Body Center. We're regulars there, usually for waist and facial treatments, so we were completely unprepared for the spa treatment described below. It was the weekend, and we'd just returned from a day trip to the beach in Weihai, Shandong. Feeling itchy and uncomfortable after being in the sun all day, we went straight to the spa for a facial. Afterwards, it was already past 11 PM. Lang Lang's boyfriend had gone to Guangzhou, and she was acting like a crazy, high-spirited girl, with a strange feeling of longing.
The beautician who did her treatment was an acquaintance, so we were on good terms. That evening, she recommended a classic spa oil treatment to Lang Lang, mysteriously telling us it was a new service launched a few days ago, and the price wasn't expensive—300 yuan for a full body treatment, including a steam bath. Intrigued
, and thinking we had nothing else to do, we agreed without really understanding what was going on. Then we were led to the fourth floor. Strangely, we'd only ever been to the third floor before. We'd never even noticed there was a fourth floor.
There were about ten spacious private rooms, and of course, a steam room. We rushed to shower amidst cheers. The staff outside the shower room were very attentive; they even smiled and handed us towels despite our screams. We walked out with our towels covering our faces. There was a little mishap here: I'm petite, and I had to change into two robes before they were even properly fitted—they felt a bit loose. Luckily, the robes were made of silk and cotton, so they were quite comfortable. Then, we followed the waitress into the private room. Once inside, I realized the environment could only be described as luxurious. Soft music played, the lighting was dim, and the spa bed was huge—much wider than the small beds I used to have for back treatments. At this point, the waitress asked if I knew anyone who would be getting a spa treatment.
I was confused; hadn't I just said it was my first time here? Why was she asking this? I blurted out number 6, a decision that would later surprise me greatly. Two or three minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and a man came in. I was startled and quickly sat up, asking if he had the wrong room. His answer surprised me: "I'm number 6. Can I give you a spa treatment?"
Wow... I really didn't expect to find male therapists in a small place like ours. Looking at him more closely, he was thin, like a high school student. I wanted to ask a girl to come up, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. My heart was pounding, I was so conflicted. But I decided against it; this was probably the boldest decision I'd ever made. Looking at the guy again, he had dark skin and was quite handsome, but not exactly dashing.
I felt okay, and my heart calmed down a bit. After lying down, I watched him skillfully pour three kinds of oil into a large dish, swirling it around until it turned a pale white color. It smelled wonderful. I asked him what brand of essential oil it was, and he said it was from Hong Kong, but I couldn't remember the brand. My heart was pounding so hard; I had a strong urge to run away.
After the guy mixed the oil, he asked which area I wanted to start with. I closed my eyes and said it was my first time and I didn't know the rules.
He smiled and softly told me that the spa treatment was a full-body care, but assured me that he was the most highly rated masseur of the month.
I thought to myself, whatever you say, I'm here anyway. At worst, I'll lose my temper and yell at him, then leave.
Next, he asked me to take off my robe, perhaps sensing my unease. I was shy, so I only took off the outer robe, still wearing a tube top underneath. I lay face down on the bed. He looked at me and smiled, telling me that this wouldn't be effective, that it wouldn't achieve the full-body treatment.
I couldn't exactly stand naked in front of a guy, so I ignored him and remained lying there.
The man started putting his hands in the dish, applying oil, and gently drizzling it onto my lower back. It felt so cool; on such a hot day, it was incredibly refreshing. I sighed.
Then, his hands slowly moved across my lower back, back and forth, using very careful pressure, occasionally asking if the pressure was enough. Perhaps because I was still uneasy, I didn't feel anything at first, thinking this spa treatment was a waste. About ten minutes later, the effects of the essential oil began to kick in. I slowly felt a warm sensation in my lower back, which felt very comfortable.
At this point, the man asked if I was worried about getting my strapless bra dirty. I was lying comfortably and didn't think much of it, so I said, "Whatever, it's fine."
Then, his hand avoided the strapless bra on my back and moved to my neck. I didn't expect the feeling to be so powerful; it suddenly felt incredibly comfortable. His technique was excellent; he gently applied the essential oil around my neck, slowly moving it to my armpits, one back and forth at a time, very lightly. I felt very comfortable, and without realizing it, my body warmed up, and the strapless bra on my back became damp.
He asked me, "Are you hot?" How could
I say I wasn't hot? I was sweating.
But this sweat wasn't from the heat; it was caused by his technique, especially those few movements he made under my armpits. I felt like I was being electrocuted, and I went limp, unconsciously breathing heavily. The sound wasn't loud, but it was very noticeable in the quiet room.
Then he asked me again, "Shall I take off the strapless bra?"
I didn't say anything, secretly hoping he would help me take it off, but I was shy and afraid of embarrassing myself.
Seeing I didn't speak, he continued to massage my back. This time, however, he put his hands inside my clothes and slowly rotated them around the center of my back. I really liked that feeling; it was very comfortable. After about five or six minutes, when I suddenly decided to take off my bra, his hands slowly moved towards my chest, very slowly.
My goodness! I felt that joyful comfort for the first time, and I let out a soft hum. He smiled and asked me again, "Do you want to take it off?" I thought to myself, "If my back feels this good, then…" But despite my thoughts, I didn't dare say anything, only nodding.
Then he slowly pulled my bra up, perhaps afraid I wouldn't be used to it, only pulling it up to my neck, which was enough to expose my upper body.
He increased the speed of his massage, his hands moving sometimes towards my waist, sometimes down to my chest. The sensation was intoxicating. He had been standing beside the spa bed, but now he straddled it, gently sitting a little behind me. His hands moved up and down my ribs. I was so weak I couldn't speak, only breathing heavily. For some reason, I wondered if Xiaoya was experiencing the same thing.
About ten minutes later, he started massaging the oil from my feet, slowly, little by little, upwards to my thighs, then downwards, repeating this for about five minutes. During those five minutes, I couldn't even describe my breathing as heavy; I unconsciously moaned. He seemed encouraged, becoming even more vigorous.
Suddenly, his hands changed direction—oh my god! The inner thighs! Nothing is more sensitive than that!
I was lost in a tingling sensation, letting him slowly and gently apply his touch. It was light, slow, and tender, occasionally brushing against my genitals. Each touch felt like an electric shock, making me let out a soft moan.
I don't know how long it lasted, but suddenly I felt a coolness on my buttocks. I realized he had pulled down my pants without my consent. Ugh… my entire buttocks were exposed to his gaze.
I buried my face shyly in the soft pillow, letting him gradually take my sensations to the clouds.
I even felt him deliberately touching my genitals, but I didn't want to expose him because I loved that pleasurable feeling so much. He even encouraged me to spread my legs, maybe sixty degrees, maybe more, I don't know.
I only knew that my vagina was getting wet, so wet that drops of fluid were sliding down.
He teasingly focused his movements on my inner thighs, repeatedly running his thumb across my labia. I began to moan like a drowsy woman, increasingly hoping he would turn me over.
As if reading my mind, he asked softly if I could turn around. I nodded, still buried in the pillow.
He gently turned me around and removed the strapless bra that reached my neck, leaving me completely naked in front of him. I moaned and closed my eyes, afraid to see his face. He breathed softly and began to focus on his movements.
He first poured essential oil on my breasts, then slowly spread it across my upper body with his hands. Each movement sent a slight shiver through me; it wasn't just pleasurable, it was visibly stimulating, a stimulation that made me want to be touched. My breasts involuntarily hardened and became engorged.
I knew he must have felt it. His movements were now focused on my breasts, his palms kneading them with slight pressure. I breathed heavily, the intense stimulation making me tremble uncontrollably. I bit my lip hard, afraid I would cry out.
But in fact, I was already quite loud, my breathing was so heavy, it was so embarrassing.
I clearly felt him release one hand, cup a handful of essential oil, and slowly pour it over my lower abdomen and thighs. I knew then that the moment I felt both anticipation and fear had arrived.
After turning around, I kept my thighs tightly pressed together, because I'm small, and apart from my pubic hair, he couldn't see my genitals. He used his hands to spread my thighs apart, slowly but firmly. My willpower was already almost gone; I had no strength left to hold my legs together. Slowly, my thighs were parted, revealing my genitals. I felt my labia open, involuntarily twitching. He
suddenly put his mouth to my ear and said, "Your body is so beautiful, even your private parts are so perfect."
My God, I've been married to my husband for over two years, and I've experienced a lot of pleasure with him, but none of that pleasure could compare to the intensity of his soft breath. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip.
His left hand had already applied the oil to my lower abdomen, while his right hand slowly moved upwards along the inside of my thigh. These two intense sensations made me suddenly cry out. I no longer had time to hide my composure, and I began to moan… His hand finally touched my genitals, slowly sliding along my labia. My clitoris had already inadvertently revealed itself, erect in his fingers. That was the most sensitive spot. I barely had time to catch my breath before he brought me to arousal…
I had endured this stimulation for too long, and finally, I released it. My labia trembled violently. He didn't stop. One hand repeatedly rubbed up and down my clitoris, while the other hand teased the center of my labia. Luckily, there was plenty of oil, otherwise, I would have been very wet…
Before my orgasm had even subsided, I was taken to another realm. It was an indescribable feeling. I had experienced sex before, but this was the first time I had felt such a strange and extremely stimulating pleasure!
His hands quickened their pace, his entire palm rubbing rapidly against my genitals, while his other hand's fingers circled my clitoris. My whole body trembled, I gasped and uttered words I couldn't understand. After five or six minutes, I suddenly tensed up and cried out loudly. His hands had brought me to a second orgasm…
I was weak and powerless; at that moment, I wouldn't resist anything he did to me. Being brought to two orgasms in such a short time, I knew for the first time how intense and exhilarating this pleasure could be, like a volcanic eruption. His hands slowly relaxed, gently kissing my genitals. I moaned as if electrocuted. He licked my clitoris with his tongue. I couldn't take the stimulation anymore, but my body was too weak; I could only gasp for breath.
He suddenly asked me if I wanted a real feeling.
I shook my head weakly. My last line of defense: I could orgasm, I could be naked in front of another man, but I couldn't do this.
He smiled and told me that the rules here didn't allow sexual relations with customers; usually, a vibrator was used. But he saw my body and felt aroused. If I allowed it, he wanted to use his penis instead of the vibrator.
I shook my head frantically, almost screaming, "I've had two orgasms!"
He smiled noncommittally and said, "The spa here follows the three-stage principle. That means the third orgasm is needed for the spa oils to reach their full effect.
" I couldn't argue with him, so I let him take off all his clothes. He put on a condom and told me it was absolutely safe. I exhaled, smelling the fragrant essential oils on my body, and let him place
his penis on my genitals again. He opened a small bottle and poured some white liquid onto the condom. I recognized the smell—it was Anle vaginal lubricant. He easily inserted his penis into me; my vagina was still loose after two orgasms. He slowly moved in and out, one hand constantly covering my clitoris. Under these circumstances, he changed positions… What else could I do? Before long, my whole body began to tremble again. I knew that tonight my orgasms were destined to come faster and faster...
I could feel his penis thrusting in and out forcefully, but I felt no pain. On the contrary, I longed for him to thrust even harder and faster. My legs started to move wildly, and my cries grew louder and louder. Suddenly, he sped up, bringing out a lot of fluid from my vagina. I felt it was a lot, and I heard the sound of water splashing. After more than 30 minutes of his continuous movements, I finally collapsed, and I orgasmed again. This time, my orgasm was accompanied by urination; I wet the bed. I couldn't control my feelings.
And so, a very exciting near-cheating act, accompanied by this wonderful spa treatment, will be something I will never forget.
That night, when Lang Lang and I went home, she told me that the man who massaged her at the spa had made love to her twice in a row. I almost fell over.

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