spa experience

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Last
weekend, my friend Xiaoya and I went to a beauty and body center called Pang's Beauty and Body Center in our area for treatments. 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 had just returned from the beach, feeling itchy and uncomfortable after a long day in the sun. So, we went straight to the center for a facial. Afterwards, it was already past 11 PM. Xiaoya's boyfriend had gone to Guangzhou, and she was going crazy with excitement, experiencing a strange feeling of longing. She knew the beautician who did her treatment, so they chatted easily. That evening, the beautician recommended a classic SPA oil treatment, mysteriously telling us it was a new service launched just a few days ago. 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 thinking it through.
Then we were led to the fourth floor. Strangely, we had only ever been to the third floor before. We had never 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 covered with towels. 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 had any acquaintances for spa treatments. I was confused; hadn't I just said it was my first time? 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 entered. 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 never expected to find a male masseur 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 fairly good-looking, but not exactly handsome. It seemed okay, and I felt a little more at ease.
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; I had a strong urge to run away. After he 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 chuckled and gently told me that the spa treatment was a full-body care, but assured me he was the most highly rated masseur of the month. I thought, whatever you say, I'm here anyway; at worst, I'll just yell at him and leave. Then 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 strapless top underneath. I lay face down on the bed. He smiled and told me that this wouldn't be effective, not achieving 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.
Then 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 truly 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 if I was hot. How could I say I wasn't? I was sweating, but it wasn't from the weather; it was from 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 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, "Even my back feels so good, so..." Despite my thoughts, I didn't dare say anything, just nodded. 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 then increased the speed of his push, his hands sometimes moving towards my waist, sometimes sliding down to my chest. That feeling made me understand what ecstasy was. He had been standing next to the spa bed the whole time, but then he stepped onto the bed and gently sat a little behind my buttocks, his hands moving up and down my ribs. I was so weak that I couldn't speak, I could only breathe heavily, but I was inexplicably wondering 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 was beyond just
panting; I unconsciously moaned. He seemed encouraged, becoming more and more vigorous. Suddenly, his hand changed direction—oh my god, the inside of my thighs! Nothing is more sensitive than this. I was lost in the tingling sensation, letting him slowly apply his techniques, very lightly, very slowly, very gently, occasionally touching my genitals. Each touch felt like an electric shock, making me let out a soft moan. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt a cool sensation 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 the feeling so much. He even encouraged me to spread my legs, maybe sixty degrees, maybe more, I don't know. I only knew 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 started moaning in my sleep, increasingly anticipating him turning me over. As if reading my mind, he softly asked if I could turn over. I nodded, buried in the pillow. He gently turned me over and removed the strapless top that was pulled up to my neck. Now I was completely naked in front of him. I moaned and closed my eyes, afraid to see his face. He took a soft breath and began to concentrate on his movements.
He first poured essential oil on my chest, 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, uncooperatively, hardened and became engorged. I knew he must have felt it. His movements were now focused around my breasts, his palms applying slight pressure as he massaged them. I breathed heavily, the intense stimulation making me tremble uncontrollably. I bit my lip hard, afraid I would cry out. But in reality, I was already quite loud, my breathing was so heavy, it was so embarrassing. I clearly felt one of his hands release my grip, scoop up some essential oil, and slowly pour it over my lower abdomen and thighs. I knew clearly 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 spread my thighs apart with his hands, slowly but firmly. My willpower was already almost gone, and I had no strength left to hold my legs still. Slowly, my thighs were parted, revealing my vulva. I felt my labia open and close involuntarily. 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 with my boyfriend for over two years and have gotten a lot of pleasure from him, but none of that pleasure was as intense as his soft breath. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip. His left hand had already applied oil to my lower abdomen, while his right hand slowly rubbed it upwards from the inside of my thighs. These two intense sensations made me suddenly cry out. I no longer had time to hide my modesty, and I began to moan. His hand finally touched my vulva, slowly sliding along my labia. My clitoris had already shamelessly emerged, erect in his fingers. That was the most sensitive spot. I barely had time to catch my breath before he brought me to orgasm. I had endured this stimulation for too long, and finally it all came out. My labia trembled violently. He didn't stop; one hand repeatedly rubbed up and down my clitoris, while the other teased the center of my labia. Luckily, I had been covered in lubricant, otherwise I would have been very wet. Before my orgasm had even subsided, I was taken to another realm—a feeling that was hard to describe. I had experienced sex before, but this was the first time I had felt such a strange and extremely stimulating pleasure! His hands began to move faster, his entire palm rubbing my genitals rapidly, while the fingers of his other hand circled my clitoris. My whole body trembled, and I gasped for breath, uttering words I couldn't understand. After five or six minutes, I suddenly tensed up and cried out loudly. He had brought me to a second orgasm. I was limp and powerless. At this moment, I wouldn't resist anything he did to me. Being brought to two orgasms in a short period of time, I realized for the first time how complete this pleasure could be, like a volcanic eruption. His hand slowly relaxed, gently kissing my genitals. I groaned as if electrocuted. He licked my clitoris with his tongue. I couldn't take the stimulation anymore, but my body was weak and powerless; 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 have an orgasm, I could be naked in front of another boy, but I couldn't do this. He smiled and told me that the rules here didn't allow sexual relations with guests; he meant the vibrator. I shook my head desperately, almost screaming, "I've had two orgasms!" He smiled noncommittally and said that the spa here followed the three-stage principle, meaning that only when a guest experiences a third orgasm can the spa oils reach their maximum effect.
I couldn't argue with him, so I let him take out a penis device and a condom from a box. He put the condom on 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 a condom. I recognized the smell; it was Anle vaginal lubricant. He easily inserted the device into me. My vagina was still loose after two orgasms. He turned on the vibration and slowly moved in and out, one hand constantly covering my clitoris. What could I do in this situation? Soon, I started trembling all over again. I knew my orgasms tonight were destined to come faster and faster. Maybe he had no experience with sex? I could feel his hand moving in and out forcefully, but I didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, I looked forward to him using more force and speeding up. My legs started moving wildly, and my cries grew louder. Suddenly, he sped up, bringing out a lot of fluid from my vagina. I felt a lot, and I heard the sound of water splashing. Under his movements, I collapsed in less than three minutes. I had another orgasm. This time, my orgasm was accompanied by urine; I wet the bed. I couldn't control my feelings. Afterward, he told me not to worry about it, that someone would come and take care of it.
And so, a thrilling near-cheating encounter, accompanied by a wonderful spa treatment, became something I'll never forget.

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