Young woman getting an oil massage at a spa in Shenzhen

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After browsing this massage website for a while, I found the various sensations described in the articles a bit unbelievable. I chatted with the moderator for a while, and finally had the opportunity to go on a business trip to Shenzhen. I mustered up the courage to try a massage, and it made me believe what those articles described; in fact, my experience was even more intense than they described.
When I was almost in Shenzhen, I made an appointment with the moderator to come to my hotel that evening for a massage. After a busy day, evening finally arrived. 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 that it was him, I opened the door and saw that the moderator was very tall—a tall, robust man. I didn't dare look any longer and quickly lowered my head and went back inside. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I didn't know what to say. The moderator started talking to me, but I don't remember what we chatted about—it was just polite small talk. After a while, she told me to take a shower. I was incredibly nervous going into the bathroom. I quickly showered and came out! The moderator looked at me and laughed, saying, "Why are you still dressed? Just wrap yourself in a towel!" I didn't say anything. The moderator went to the bathroom and got a large towel, which she spread on the bed. I lay down on it, burying my head in the pillow, my mind blank. I could only hear the moderator getting something—a glass bottle, I guessed it was essential oil. After a while, it seemed like the preparations were done. She came to the bedside, patted my head, and told me to relax. I didn't speak, but I felt her hand on my waist, slowly pushing up my tank top, saying, "Take it off, it'll feel better." I didn't say anything, just slightly lifted my body, and she took off my tank top. I hadn't worn a bra after showering, so my upper body was completely bare. The room was quiet; I could almost hear my own heartbeat. The moderator probably noticed and turned on the TV, finally bringing some sound, which made me relax a bit. He moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked my hair and told me to 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. After a few repetitions, I felt his two large hands massaging oil into my back. My body is small, so his two large hands completely covered my back. It felt so good. He asked if it hurt, and I said it was okay. He continued massaging up and down, and after a while, he started massaging my shoulders on both sides of my neck. He said the trapezius muscles are the most overworked muscles, so he massaged, shook, and kneaded them. After all that, my shoulders immediately felt much lighter.
He then massaged both sides of my spine, and then my waist. It felt really good, and I was happy with my decision. Next, he started making large circles on my back, pushing from my shoulders to my waist, then up my sides to my armpits. I felt his fingertips touching the edge of my chest. He kept circling, and with each circle, his hand moved a little lower down. I started to get nervous, feeling like his hand was about to touch my nipple. I felt a surge of excitement and slightly raised my upper body, hoping to make it easier for his hand to reach my nipple. Just as he was about to touch my nipple, he withdrew his hand. Reaching my feet, I felt a little disappointed.
He started massaging my legs, first putting some essential oil on the back of my calves and then massaging them, also giving me a few foot massages. After massaging my calves for a while, he started massaging my thighs. Since I was still wearing underwear, the moderator seemed quite careful, probably afraid of getting my underwear dirty. He started pushing back and forth on the back of my thigh from the outside, then slowly moved inwards. After a while, I felt his hand reach the inner part of my thigh, and I started to get nervous again. His hand slowly moved to the inner side of my thigh, and he started pushing from 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 pushing back and forth very slowly, 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 like that for a while, I started sweating. Then he started teasing my inner thigh with his fingertips, and my leg felt 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. Suddenly, 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 felt myself 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. The massage started on my buttocks. The moderator 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 nicely shaped, very perky. I felt secretly pleased. My figure is what I'm most satisfied with. While we chatted, the moderator massaged me, sometimes pushing, sometimes pinching, sometimes shaking – it felt so good, and my mood gradually relaxed. Just as I relaxed, he dripped a few drops of oil into the groove between my buttocks and slowly slid his fingers down to my anus, gently massaging it. I held my breath. After a while, he slid his fingers down again, almost touching my genitals, but he stopped. This repeated several times. I started to get anxious, desperately hoping he would touch my genitals. Then he slid his fingers up my inner thighs, and I could feel the pubic hair touching his hand. I gently wiggled my buttocks
, trying to signal him. He then slid his fingers down again, all the way to my genitals, and gently placed them there without moving. This time, there was no underwear between us, and I could feel his warm fingers. I couldn't hold back anymore. He paused for a moment and then began to gently massage my labia. The movements were so light I could barely feel them, yet I could feel something massaging underneath. After a while, he blew a breath of warm air onto my genitals, and I immediately felt myself getting wet. More and more fluid came out. He slowly inserted his fingers, very slowly, as if afraid of hurting me. After a while, his fingers were all the way in. His hands seemed quite long. His fingers remained still inside. By this time, I was already aroused and wanted him to move. His fingers began to tremble slowly, in waves, like the pulse massager at home. Gradually, the amplitude of the tremors increased, and the intervals between the tremors became shorter. At first, I could still hold back my moans, but now I couldn't help myself and let out a soft moan. That one sound seemed to awaken him. His tremors became more and more intense, my moans grew louder, and I became even wetter. Then he took his hands out and put them back in. His fingers seemed a little thicker. It turned out he had put two fingers in. 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 on my breasts. I felt like I was going crazy. The feeling was indescribable. My mind went blank, my body stiffened. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I'd seen those kinds of sex toys at a friend's house before. Although I'd never tried one, I firmly believed that machines couldn'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 hands away and began teasing my genitals. 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 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 the moderator developed such skill with his hands. And so, my second orgasm arrived. This time, I was completely shameless, shouting loudly to enjoy the climax. I felt completely exhausted and wanted to rest.
After a short rest, a third orgasm, seemingly even stronger than before, came. I had never experienced three orgasms in a row before. I felt like I was dying, lying motionless on the bed. Then he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard the sound of water, knowing he was washing his hands. A moment later, he returned and whispered in my ear, "Was that good?" I nodded. He told me to turn around, and with his help, I turned. He tidied my hair and touched my neck. At that moment, I felt less like a friend meeting for the first time and more like a man who knew me well and was admiring me.
He put some essential oil on my breasts and began massaging it in circles around my nipples. I closed my eyes slightly, watching him intently as he massaged my breasts. My breasts weren't very large, but they were firm. My husband loves to touch 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." "But you don't seem to need any of that," I laughed. The awkward atmosphere instantly dissipated. He still diligently gave me the full breast massage, lifting my breasts, etc., but he 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. 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 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 nipple. I felt goosebumps rise around my breasts. After a while, he suddenly gently pressed my nipples 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 quickly hardened. He gently pinched and flicked, as if he were playing with something. Suddenly, I felt two warm things sucking on my nipples,
kissing like a child nursing, but the feeling was completely different. He then stuck out his tongue and flicked it back and forth with the tip, and my breathing became rapid again. He then drew circles around my nipples with his tongue, and I couldn't resist anymore. I held his head in my hands and gently stroked him. After a while, he slowly moved his tongue to my abdomen, moving it back and forth. I started to feel uncomfortable, as if tiny insects were crawling all over my body, itchy. After a while, it stopped, and I quickly withdrew my hands. Pretending to be calm
, he began to massage my abdomen, putting some oil on it and starting 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 hurt. I nodded, seemingly understanding, and did it for a while. My stomach felt very comfortable; I didn't know if it was the essential oil or just my imagination, but it felt very good. 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 faint light from the TV. I closed my eyes and waited quietly.
After a while, he got into bed. He lifted my thighs with his legs again, but this time it was different; he didn't seem to be wearing pants. 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 hadn't dared to ask before, and although I had some thoughts, I still didn't have the courage. He put some essential oil on my legs and started massaging back and forth. The room was very quiet, and the TV wasn't very loud. I just lay there quietly, feeling his hands skillfully massaging my legs. After massaging my calves, he started massaging my thighs, and then he moved up a little more. The room was dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly. I could only feel him pushing hard, and then he pushed down to my inner thighs. This time, however, my reaction wasn't as strong, since I'd already done that before. But this time, he seemed to have changed his technique; it felt different from when he was pushing from behind. After a while, one of his hands started massaging my lower abdomen, a very sensitive spot for me. Every time he pressed, I felt a spasm. Then, suddenly, one of his hands pressed against my labia, gently rubbing them. Both hands pressed simultaneously, one after the other, and I felt myself becoming aroused again. He probably couldn't reach my lower abdomen, so he moved forward a little. Suddenly, I 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 register it, another wave of spasms washed over me. He slowly inserted one of his hands, this time two fingers at a time. Because I had already released so much fluid, it went in easily. His other hand pressed against my lower abdomen, and his thumb pressed against my clitoris. Before I was even ready, I started moaning loudly. This time it seemed even more intense; I was going crazy. I gripped his legs tightly, my body throbbing uncontrollably. Before long, I had an orgasm. It came so quickly, I couldn't believe it myself. Then the second wave began. This time, he moved his body forward a little more, and I could clearly feel his... Xi was pressing against me, and I was moaning uncontrollably. He pulled his hand out and rubbed his penis against my vulva with his other hand, pinching my nipple. I was almost at my limit, my body lowering to meet his penis, but he didn't seem to want to go in. Instead, he moved with my movements. I was getting impatient and pushed down hard, feeling his penis go in a little bit. I whispered, "I want it," but because I was breathing so fast, he didn't hear me. I said it again, and he didn't say anything, just pushed hard, and it was all the way in. I screamed with satisfaction. He got up and went in again, this time very slowly, all the way in. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him in, and kissed him deeply. After kissing for a while, he said, "Let's begin." I wasn't ready, and I started having my first sexual experience outside of my husband... That night I didn't let him leave, and we did it three times. The next day I slept until noon, and then we did it again
. It felt like I had a dream yesterday, experiencing a feeling I had never had before, a feeling I would never forget. I am not a woman with a strong sex drive, and my child is only a few years old. Perhaps it's because the moderator's methods are too good that they have turned me into a woman I don't even recognize.

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