My experience with gay massage after returning to China

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I'm 30, divorced, and living alone in Canada. I enjoy getting beauty treatments and sometimes discuss beauty tips with other women on Chinese forums. Once, I heard a post on a Chinese forum where someone mentioned a full-body oil massage, saying it felt so good they almost had an orgasm. I found this hard to believe because I've had full-body oil massages in both China and Canada. It's a standard beauty treatment; while you're naked during the massage, the therapist doesn't touch erogenous zones like the nipples or genitals. It's comfortable, but generally doesn't provide any sexual pleasure.
So, I registered a Hotmail account and left a message asking this person to contact me. She told me that in reputable beauty salons in China, you can choose whether or not to have your nipples massaged during a full-body oil massage. Some salons will ask, while others require you to remind them not to touch your nipples. If you feel very comfortable, a perceptive therapist might focus more on that area, which can lead to some pleasure. I asked, "You mentioned 'legitimate beauty centers,' are there any illegitimate ones?" She replied, "What I mean by 'illegitimate' are those where the staff really massage your whole body just to get more tips. There's nothing wrong with same-sex massages, but you have to try. If you find the right person, and they think you like it, they'll do it for you. If you ask them yourself, you don't know if they'll agree. I'm very embarrassed to ask them myself." Then she gave me the address of a bathhouse in Beijing and told me to try the women's section. I asked her if all the staff there could do oil massages like that, and she replied, "You'll have to try. Good luck."
I wasn't really interested in this kind of special treatment between women, just curious, but after hearing her
say in the email, "It's really comfortable, much softer than a man's rough hands, and they're professionals, selling you services that will make you feel amazing," I decided to "try it out." Women don't maintain the same distance as men; this kind of intimacy is perfectly acceptable. And, perhaps because my psychology is different from men's, I don't consider this kind of special service as sexual activity, just play. It's about one woman providing physical pleasure to another through the care of her erogenous zones.
Two years ago, when I returned to China to visit relatives, I followed a map and found that bathhouse: a large storefront with signs saying "Includes saunas, beauty treatments, and massages for men and women." Entering the seemingly respectable lobby, a doorman bowed and warmly invited me to the front desk. The receptionist also bowed, gave me a key tag with both hands, and then bowed again to indicate the direction to the women's section. I hadn't walked two steps before someone bowed and pointed me in… I thought to myself, this must be a high-end place; perhaps the girls in low-end hair salons are too lazy to give massages for the sake of fast money.
Changing and showering are self-explanatory. I could have taken a sauna, but I didn't because I don't like it. I put on a bathrobe and went straight to the exit leading to the interior. The staff there asked me, "Would you like to go to the rest area or for a beauty treatment?" I answered, "Beauty treatment." She said, "This way, please," and led me to the beauty room. There was a reception desk, and behind it was the hair salon, where two or three female customers were getting their hair done. Further to one side was a long corridor with private rooms on both sides. The receptionist was very efficient and professional. She asked me what kind of service I wanted and gave me a list to choose from. I said I wanted a full-body oil massage, and she immediately nodded and had a server lead me to a room. The room had a TV and a bed, which was a decent size.
The server asked me what I wanted to drink, and I said no. She then asked if I knew any of the staff, and I said no, anyone would do. She bowed and left. I only waited two or three minutes (in Canada, sometimes you can wait a long time) before the massage therapist came in. She was wearing a tracksuit-like uniform (cotton long-sleeved shirt and pants). After opening the door, she asked, "Do you want a full-body oil massage?" I said yes, and she closed the door and came in.
She was about 25 or 26 years old, about 165 cm tall, with a good figure, slightly overweight, fair skin, a round face, small eyes, and a professional smile. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was pleasing to the eye. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, since I had come with the intention of seeking "special services." However, this discomfort lasted only a second, because I told myself, "I'm a customer; what customer is afraid of a waitress?" The woman smiled and said, "Let me help you change." I stood up, and she untied my bathrobe and quickly took it off. I wasn't wearing a bra (because the bathrobe was quite thick). She arranged the pillows and laid out a towel, then had me lie face down on the bed. After I was settled, she said, "Let me help you take off your underwear," and then pulled it down from behind. This was clearly to avoid the embarrassment of the customer removing the last piece of clothing. Then she asked me how the air conditioning was, adjusted it, and asked if I wanted to watch TV or listen to music. I chose soft music, and she dimmed the lights before beginning her service. In short, she seemed very professional at first.
She started by gliding her oiled hands from my shoulders down my back. She carefully asked if my hands were cold and if the amount of oil was appropriate. I've had this kind of regular oil massage many times, so I'm quite used to it. It usually starts with the back and waist, then the buttocks, legs, and feet, then the arms, and then the client turns over—it seems to follow this order everywhere. But again, because I was now thinking about "touching," I started to think in a more sensual way, so every movement of her hands caressing my bare skin gave me a different feeling. I found that when your mind is set on that direction, it really does feel different. Before she even touched any sensitive areas, it seemed like she was starting to turn on me, so I started chatting with her. Just casual conversation. Her name was Xiaona; she had a very pleasant voice and was very careful. I asked her if she had many female clients, and she said it was okay. I asked if she only did massages for women, and she said no, the male and female massage therapists were together, and it was whichever side it was on her turn. Hearing her say that, I already knew what to say, how I should test her a little… We chatted for a while and then fell silent. Her massage was indeed very comfortable; I felt my genitals were slightly wet, probably because I was looking forward to it. When she told me to turn over, my heart raced because I knew she was going to massage my breasts. At that moment, I felt my face turn a little red, but thankfully the light wasn't strong, so she probably couldn't see it. I immediately closed my eyes after turning over. Xiao Na covered my genitals with a towel, poured more oil, and came over to my head… Sure enough, at that moment she asked me, "Is there anything you don't feel comfortable massaging?" Out of curiosity, I asked, "What about the other customers?" Xiao Na said, "Oh, some customers don't want their nipples massaged; those are reserved for their husbands." After saying that, we both laughed heartily. That laugh washed away all the embarrassment. I asked, "What about most of them?" She said, "It doesn't matter, it feels good to massage anywhere." I said, "I don't mind either." Perhaps it had been a long time since anyone had touched them, because the moment Xiaona's hands slid over my nipples, I actually trembled slightly and made a "slurp" sound. The feeling of soft, oily hands massaging my nipples was amazing! I believe many women experience some kind of sexual pleasure at this moment, and might feel embarrassed, so Xiaona, very experienced, kept talking: "Feels good, right? Many people come here, it's very effective. People are so tired from work these days, they come to relax after work..." Now I believe what that netizen said, because I noticed Xiaona was observing me. She noticed I really liked her massaging my breasts, so she repeatedly pushed my breasts. After a while, she used a very comfortable movement: starting from my armpits, she stroked my breasts and nipples with both hands, pushing down along my ribs, all the way to the side of my buttocks, then flipped back... Then she did it in the opposite direction: starting from my neck, pushing down past my breasts and abdomen, until she touched my pubic hair, then pulling back from the side. Every time she pushed towards my lower body, I felt excited, my body seemed to be anticipating her to continue... At this point, I continued our previous conversation, my voice trembling, which she could probably tell: "So, do you earn more at the men's section or here?" Xiao Na hesitated for a moment and said, "They're all guests, we have to treat them well." I said, "Because you're doing a good job, I don't want you to suffer. If you provide good service, I'll give you a bigger tip." Xiao Na paused again and said, "Sister, you know men don't come here just for a massage." I immediately said, "I know." Xiao Na said, "Anyway, you have to give them a full range of services before they'll pay." I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. Just like the netizens said, you don't know if the lady will give you that service. At this moment, Xiao Na herself said, "Give me xx yuan, and if you also want a full range of services, I can do it for you, cheaper than at the men's section." Got it! I deliberately asked, "For women, what is a full range of services?" She said, "It means you get a full body massage, guaranteed to be comfortable." I didn't say anything this time because I was a little embarrassed to answer. I felt that this time when she was pushing, she seemed to be pushing a little further towards my genitals, as if she was seducing me. Then I said, "Is it guaranteed to feel good?" At this moment, Xiao Na did something I didn't expect: she stopped her hands on my breasts and started quickly rubbing my nipples with her fingers! It was a very stimulating action. She said, "I really guarantee it will feel good." My expression at this moment must have been very strange. I bit my lip and said, "I'll pay you the same amount the male customers pay, so you won't be taken advantage of. Just do it." As she continued to caress my nipples, I closed my eyes and simply groaned because I couldn't control myself. Massaging my nipples with oil was really stimulating; I felt like my brain was working. When Xiao Na heard that I was willing to pay the same amount that male customers paid her for the oil massage, she raised the price with me while continuing to slowly rotate and massage my breasts with the palms of her hands. I guessed that when she was negotiating the price with the men, she might have put her hands on... I didn't dare to think about it. She rambled on about how meager her basic salary was, how much she could earn per shift, and how she mainly earned tips, and her tone wasn't very confident. Fortunately, netizens in China had given me a general price range beforehand, so I countered with the highest price in that range, and Xiaona hesitated for a moment before agreeing. I once read a short story about a female customer who developed some unspoken feelings for the masseuse during a massage. That's just the novelist's romantic imagination. In reality, our relationship was purely financial; I paid, and she provided the service. I think many women would lose interest at this point, because the intimacy they seek isn't just physical but also emotional. So only a portion of women truly enjoy this kind of same-sex massage service. Personally, I've always enjoyed massages. My Chinese medicine doctor and beautician in Canada both said I'm particularly good at relaxing. Because I believe that whether you go for a beauty treatment or to see a doctor, it's for your health, so you should try your best to relax; otherwise, you're just paying money to suffer. Men and women sometimes ask why, if there's a physical need, one doesn't seek out a man. I think the reasoning is similar to masturbation: many men and women masturbate either because their sexual partner isn't available for the time being, or because the orgasm from masturbation and the orgasm from intercourse are not interchangeable; each has its own merits. Although I'm single, I'm not abstinent; I have a boyfriend. However, men may not be able to provide the same delicate caresses and relaxation that professional massage therapists offer. Even in terms of manual sexual stimulation, the sensations produced by a man's and a woman's hands are different. Psychologically, the boyfriend is the active party, the conqueror; the massage therapist is someone I paid for, someone who serves me. Physiologically, a woman's hands are softer, her movements more delicate, and her mind more attentive, so a woman's massage has aspects that a man can't match. After agreeing on the price, Xiaona didn't continue but went out. Half a minute later, she returned with a hot towel, gently wiping away the oil from my body, and then had me roll over onto my stomach. I wanted to ask why, but I was too embarrassed to, guessing it was probably part of the service. I later realized I was right. To ensure repeat customers, Xiao Na and her colleagues always made sure to massage for a sufficient amount of time each time, making the customer feel it was worthwhile. She started with my back, but this time it felt different from before; it should be called erotic massage. She gently caressed and stroked my back and waist like a lover… Her hands felt like they had more than twenty fingers, as if many fingers covered every nerve ending… She kept touching me, while making soft moans: “Ah… oh…”. I quickly became aroused, feeling even wetter down there, and my genitals unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath me. Then I heard Xiao Na take off her shoes. She knelt behind me, massaging my buttocks and waist. These are both erogenous zones for women, and she certainly wouldn't miss them. Her massage felt so good that I instinctively arched my back. But Xiao Na didn't immediately stimulate my core. She knelt forward slightly, leaned down, and started with her hands, moving them from my buttocks, down my waist and back, then sliding to the sides, reaching forward to touch my breasts! I couldn't control myself. When she touched my nipple, I made an "oh oh" sound and inhaled deeply. Xiao Na also moaned a few times in response and continued to rub my nipple.
I felt the nerves in my nipples were directly connected to my brain, the stimulation coming in waves, as if my whole body was dissolving, and my lower body was secreting fluid in gushes. I unconsciously raised my upper body so Xiaona could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily and helplessly twisted, continuing to moan "mmm." Xiaona probably thought my moans were too loud, so she got up, turned up the music, and returned to the original position. Because her caresses of my breasts felt so good, my sensations were concentrated on my breasts and lower body, and I was less sensitive to my lower back. So, although she was making large circular motions (from my buttocks, waist, back to my breasts, then back across my abdomen), she mainly focused on my breasts. I must have been very out of control at that moment: moaning with my buttocks raised. Xiaona then sat up and gently pressed my lower back. I understood and lay down. She applied some more oil to her hands and sprinkled it between my buttocks. Oh my god, I knew she was probably going to massage my anus, but then I thought, "That can't be happening." Before I could think any further, Xiaona's fingers had already passed over there. She was really good at it: she alternately stroked my buttocks with both hands, and every time she passed my anus, I would get excited. The alternating strokes made me jump with excitement. I guess by then my juices had soaked the towel. Xiao Na then spoke: "Feels good, doesn't it?" I didn't answer, just let out a soft moan. She then kept her fingers at my anus, massaging and rotating the area. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she inserted a finger a little bit! I cried out again. Although the anus is a very tight place, her movements were very gentle, the insertion wasn't deep, just a gentle wriggling, while her other hand pressed against my buttocks, making me feel so good! She must have known that the customer was enjoying it, so her professional moans were a little louder. By this time, I had developed some feelings for Xiaona. I knew that breast massage (using breast oil) was still available in China, so I blushed and said, "You only use your hands? Can you use your body to massage me?" Xiaona, as expected, answered knowledgeably, "Is it breast massage? Hmm, I have no problem with that, but you'll have to give me an extra xx yuan. We expend a lot of energy doing this." I thought, since we've already done it and it feels so good, I might as well take it. So I agreed. She jumped off the bed, went to the door like a lookout, opened it to check, then closed it, came back and dimmed the light a bit more, muttering to herself, "The women's section should be fine, but you have to be careful when doing this on the men's section." Xiaona returned to the massage bed, and I heard the sound of her taking off her clothes, then the sound of opening a bottle and pouring oil. She must have been applying the oil to herself. She pressed herself against me from behind, her arms in front of my head... I immediately felt her nipples brushing against my back, tickling me. Xiao Na's professional moans grew louder; I wondered how much of it was genuine. She must have felt good herself. She pressed her body down further, massaging me with her breasts, asking, "Say something if you're pressing too hard." I said it was fine, very good. This kind of back massage felt better than her hands because of the larger contact area, and since it was her sensitive area, it felt more like skin-to-skin contact. She massaged my back with her breasts, then gradually moved downwards, circling my buttocks… I felt a little embarrassed at this point, since the buttocks are the lower body, while breasts are organs that protrude from the chest. But Xiao Na probably didn't care, continuing, teasing my buttocks with her nipples… I was already on the verge of orgasm, and bolder, so I simply said, "Could you massage my buttocks again with your hands?" I made this request because her anal massage had felt so good earlier; I felt like I was about to orgasm. Xiao Na agreed, and massaged my anus again, just like before. I felt "that" coming, so I said, "Keep doing this, don't stop." Xiao Na said, "Okay, I won't stop," and she even increased the volume of her moans. I'd never orgasmed from anal massage before, and of course, no one had ever caressed my buttocks for so long before touching my genitals, but this time I really did. My genitals were pressed tightly against the towel, and when Xiaona inserted her fingers into my anus, I felt my penis throbbing—I had an orgasm! Afraid of making too much noise, I bit my lip to suppress my moans. After this wave subsided, I panted and reached down to touch myself: the towel and the filter were completely soaked! "Sister, do you want to rest for a bit?" I said yes, and got up. I saw that I was completely naked, and Xiaona's upper body was also bare, but her pants were neatly put on. She first lifted a corner of the towel to wipe the water from my genitals. I felt embarrassed, but seeing her focused expression, I relaxed. Then she gently pulled off the wet towel and laid a clean one on top. She put on her shirt and ran out. (A minute after she left, I sat naked on the bed, watching the light shine on my oil-stained breasts, making them glisten. I laughed to myself, thinking, "I never thought I could have fun like this back home.") She poured me a cup of tea and brought it back. We chatted briefly: Me: "Do other people want me to do this?" Na (laughs): "Very rarely, both men and women." Me: "How long have you been doing this?" Na: "More than a year." ... Na: "You seem to be enjoying it." Me: "Of course, I haven't felt this good in a long time." Na: "Are you married?" I thought for a moment and didn't tell the truth: "Yes, I'm married, and I feel good with my husband." "Na: "Your husband wouldn't do this to you." Me: "My husband can do it too, but not as well as you." Xiao Na smiled smugly. Na: "Do you want more?" Me: "What?" Na: "If it's a man, once is never enough. I don't do many women." I laughed and said, "I don't want to leave yet." Na: "Okay, I haven't finished the whole set yet, I didn't expect you to go first..." After resting for a while, I said, "Weren't you supposed to be doing a breast massage? Why are you wearing clothes?" Xiao Na hurriedly said, "Didn't I just get you some water?" After saying that, she quickly took off her upper body again. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, but very beautifully round. Perhaps she was a little embarrassed to let me see them like that, so she had me lie down so she could continue the massage... This time, Xiao Na had me lie flat on my back with my face up. Just imagining and anticipating it would turn me on, because I knew she would next massage my breasts and genitals. Lying naked like this, and with the staff also topless, it was probably a visual stimulation for me. An hour at this bathhouse seemed to be half an hour, I didn't care too much about the time, and I added more time when she asked. It felt like we'd been playing here for ages, but the "main event" hadn't even started yet. Xiaona rubbed oil on my upper body and started massaging me again with that erotic massage technique, first caressing my neck, then my shoulders. She was clearly an expert, because she wasn't directly stimulating my breasts, but rather warming up the surrounding areas first—like my neck and shoulders, which are probably secondary erogenous zones, and they felt very good to touch. My shoulders are personally very sensitive. When Xiaona touched my breasts again, a surge of pleasure seemed to rush to my brain, and the pent-up desire I'd just accumulated was released again. My body started trembling, my hands gripping the towel beneath me, and I moaned loudly. I knew I was reacting a bit too strongly, because Xiaona initially thought I was teasing her and laughed, saying how annoying I was. I said, "It really feels good." That's when she realized my moans were real. The more comfortable it felt, the more I wanted to focus on stimulating my erogenous zones to make myself feel even better, so I gestured for Xiaona to keep massaging my nipples. She gently rubbed and teased me, and I was so excited that I couldn't control my body; I was jumping up and down, and my lower body was soaked. Naturally, since Xiaona was also shirtless, I naturally returned the favor by touching her body. Xiaona didn't refuse, but she just smiled politely, not seeming to be enjoying it. However, when I touched her nipples, she had a slightly unnatural expression. Xiaona then used one hand to touch my genitals, but I pulled her back and placed both hands on my breasts. Xiaona understood and simply moved in front of my head, making it easier to massage my nipples, and probably also so that I couldn't touch her. I let her caress me, trembling and moaning, until I felt my chest go numb, the pleasure lessened, and my whole body went limp, and I could finally catch my breath. Then I gestured to Xiaona not to focus on massaging her nipples anymore, and to let her slowly massage her entire breasts with the palms of her hands. Then we chatted for a bit: Me: "Oh, I'm so tired. Am I a bit different?" Her: "Not really different, you're just more open."
"I felt really bad after saying that, probably because I was 'relaxed' just now, but the other person just laughed it off. I really like Sister Mei's personality; she's cheerful and straightforward, and I'm never embarrassed with her. Sister Mei asked if I was busy, and I said no. She said it wasn't convenient to talk on the phone, and she was about to get off work, so she suggested we meet for dinner and then go shopping. I said okay, and after paying the bill at the bathhouse (which wasn't too expensive), I took a taxi to Sister Mei's company, and we went to a supposedly very good Hunan restaurant together. Sister Mei is tall..." She wasn't particularly attractive, but her face was beaming with joy. She was quite tall, about 1.67 meters, with a well-proportioned figure, neither too thin nor too plump, though she had a slight paunch, which was probably unavoidable given she was already a mother. She said that the older one gets, the more one needs to go for beauty and fitness treatments, so she often gets oil massages and had some experience. I asked her how she started getting "that kind" of oil massages. She said that at first, there was nothing, but later some beauticians and massage girls, in order to earn more money, would do anything, and over time, she encountered some more proactive clients, and that's how she got that service. Later, she also learned how to test the waters and give hints. When we were eating together, I roughly told Sister Mei about my oil massage experience. Of course, I didn't go into too much detail. Sister Mei said that the service was good, but there were many places there that could provide such good service. She asked me for Xiao Na's employee number, and after I told her, she thought for a long time but couldn't remember, saying that she hadn't been to that place in a while. "So where have you been lately?" "Well, when I'm not busy, I go to a women's club about once or twice a week. It's all women-only, men aren't allowed, but I heard the owner is a man, haha." Sister Mei told me: "The girls there, since they're all female customers, all offer this service. You just have to ask, and they'll do it. Besides beauty massages, this club actually has everything—food, swimming, fitness, shaking, tennis, badminton, etc. It's a big entertainment center." Sister Mei thinks that most women who go there will go for a massage if they have the money, but only a small percentage actually get a full-service massage. After all, if it's a physical need, just find your husband, not all women enjoy this kind of same-sex massage. "Aren't there any men?" "No, men aren't allowed, and generally, female customers don't want to be massaged by strange men." Seeing that I seemed interested, Sister Mei said she could take me there. She's a platinum member and knows the people there well, so it's okay for her to occasionally bring someone in for free. I arranged to go with her on Saturday afternoon. Actually, we talked about many other things, like what Canada is like, whether I should become a returnee, etc., but the massage was just one of those conversations. This is Wednesday. On Thursday and Friday, I called Sister Mei every day for a while. On Saturday, after lunch, she drove to pick me up to go to the club. She had said beforehand that we could swim and play ball, but I didn't need to prepare anything, as everything was provided. I got into the car empty-handed, but Sister Mei was still wearing her tennis outfit, looking very energetic. This women's club is located in a cluster of buildings, and the entrance isn't very big. The sign reads "XX Women's Fitness and Entertainment Center" in gold lettering, and there's a sign outside saying "Men Not Allowed." Sister Mei seemed to know everyone there, greeting everyone. At the counter, they gave me a visitor's locker key bracelet, while members like Sister Mei already have their own designated lockers. Walking inside, I found the place to be very large, disproportionate to its entrance. Further along, there were all kinds of sports facilities, restaurants, and practice rooms—everything you could want. Before coming, because I mentioned I was going swimming, Sister Mei said I didn't need to prepare anything, and I assumed the members here swam naked since there were no men around. After passing the pool, I realized that even in this all-female club, the women were still somewhat embarrassed to swim completely naked. However, most of the swimsuits were bikinis, revealing more than in the outside pools. Occasionally, a few people would take off their bras and swim shirtless. There was also a jacuzzi pool outside, some kind of hot spring bubble bath, where people would take off their bras after swimming. But I didn't see anyone completely naked. When I got to the pool counter, Sister Mei said that as a platinum member, she could receive a standard-quality swimsuit every year, but she always wore her own. She suggested I get one today and picked one out from the counter. This club must be for wealthy women. The members were mostly older, and many were pampered and delicate. Besides the good facilities, the service was also quite good. Swimming rings, inflatable pads, yukatas, towels, drinks, and cookies were readily available by the pool. Women were serving drinks and other items that required an extra charge. We swam for half a day, then chatted in the jacuzzi (we were alone, so we generously took off our shirts and soaked in the water – it was very comfortable, as wearing swimsuits in the bath is usually quite awkward). After showering, we put on yukatas, and Sister Mei first took me for a back massage: this was different from the beauty massage area; it was a large, open room where guests wore yukatas and the staff gave them a simple massage to relieve muscle tension – a kind of exercise massage. Sister Mei is in great shape; even though I was tired from swimming, she still wanted to do a body shaping exercise, so I waited for her in the lounge, watching TV and reading magazines. She returned about forty minutes later, her face flushed and panting. She told me to wait while she went to shower and get another back massage. She only sat for a short while after that. Then we went to the badminton area, and Sister Mei rented a set of clothes and shoes to fit my body type. I asked how much it cost, and she said it didn't matter. After changing in the locker room, we went to play badminton. I played until I was completely soaked, my eyes were so wet I could barely open them, and I just wanted to lie down and not get up, but Sister Mei still seemed unsatisfied. I said, "Sister, please spare me!" She said, "You're so young and you can't even beat me? No way!"
Finally, after much pleading, she agreed to leave. After another shower, we went to the restaurant for a buffet. The food was quite good. Sister Mei said, "Such a big entertainment center, so many customers, the owner must be rolling in money." Now it was time to "get down to business." We went into the club's sauna, beauty, and massage center, starting with the sauna. Just a side note, the beauty area is connected to the swimming pool; the showers, changing rooms, and rest areas are in the very center, so changing, showering, and resting are outside. There were many small dry and wet sauna cubicles, probably for people who know each other to have their own space. We found an empty dry sauna and went in. The room was quite spacious. We spread out towels, lay down on either side, and let the steam enter our pores—it was very relaxing. Sister Mei then whispered to me that she knew all the massage girls here and could pick one for me by number, asking what type I liked. I thought for a moment and said, "At least not too ugly, and a little younger." Sister Mei said no problem. After we showered and drank some water, Sister Mei took me to the beauty and massage area. The manager there was a tall, thin woman with short hair, who looked very capable. She greeted Sister Mei as soon as she saw her. Sister Mei pulled her aside, whispered a few words in her ear, and I saw her nod repeatedly and glance at me a couple of times. Sister Mei turned back to me and said everything was arranged; she would be in room number [number], and I should call her when I wanted to leave. Then she left. The manager had a staff member lead me to a room. This room was similar to the one in the bathhouse I had been to before, maybe even a little smaller, but it had its own ensuite bathroom, which was much more convenient. There was an oil painting on the wall: the Fountain of Ingres, depicting nude women bathing, which was quite fitting. Before I had even settled in, a masseuse pushed open the door, bowed to me, and said she was number 99, introduced by Sister Mei to give me a massage. This number 99 did look young, in her early twenties, with a youthful appearance and very fair skin. This summer, their uniforms consisted of short-sleeved white t-shirts and maroon shorts, which looked neat and showed off her good figure. Unlike Xiaona, who offered to help her change, Number 99 simply laid out pillows and asked me to take off my bathrobe myself. I thought to myself, "Every place has its own rules, haha." Luckily, I was generous enough to ask, "Do you want to take everything off?" Number 99 said, "Sure." So I stripped naked in front of her and lay face down on the bed. Number 99's hands were very soft, and the massage started with a gentle, caressing touch. It wasn't really a massage, more like teasing. From my shoulders to my buttocks, I quickly became aroused. I asked Number 99 if she had done this for Sister Mei. She said yes, Sister Mei was a regular. I said I was Sister Mei's friend, and she said she would definitely take good care of Sister Mei's friend. As she spoke, she massaged down below, already teasing my buttocks with her fingers, all the way to my genitals. It seemed that the girl here, number 99, straddled me, her hands moving from my shoulders down my back and waist, then massaging my buttocks with a bit of force. This was different from a bathhouse; it was all women, so it seemed there was no need to "keep watch" at the door, and each private room could be locked. Number 99 didn't have as many reservations as Xiao Na. I heard her take off her top behind me, bend down, grab my arms, and start massaging me with her breasts. Her breasts were a little small, but still very comfortable. She even let out a professional moan. I deliberately asked her, "Are you comfortable?" She said, "Of course I am, it's comfortable with you, sister." I thought it was a bit sentimental, but she didn't seem to be faking it. Like Xiao Na, number 99 massaged my buttocks with her breasts, then she remained straddling me, making me turn over. After I turned over, she massaged my front with her breasts. As Sister Mei said, she didn't press down on me like Xiao Na did; instead, she held my arms with her hands, supporting her body, and rubbed her breasts against my body. My feeling was wonderful, especially when she rubbed her nipples against mine. After the breast massage, Number 99 got out of bed and massaged my upper body. She must have been very experienced; she knew what women liked, and her massages of my shoulders, chest, and breasts were all spot-on. For example, when massaging my breasts, she would grasp them with her palms, squeeze them a few times, then massage in circles, and then stimulate my nipples in various ways to see my reaction. If I liked her doing something, she would continue to do it that way. While she was doing this, my lower body was already soaking wet, my body started to tremble, and my moans grew louder. Just like with Xiaona, I couldn't help but touch Number 99's naked upper body. Unlike Xiaona, Number 99 seemed to enjoy it, closing her eyes and moaning "oh, oh" sounds when I touched her nipples. But I could tell that this was also professional for her. Speaking of which, her body was prettier than Xiaona's; besides her beautiful breasts, her abdomen was flat, her waist was thin, and her curves were obvious. I asked her if she had slept with men, and she shook her head, saying that men were all too bad. I asked her how many members would ask her for special services, and she said quite a few, almost a third. Some never do it and don't even know others do. There was another one, Xiao Na, who hadn't done it yet. Number 99 was massaging me, and seeing how sensitive my nipples were, she suddenly bent down and licked them! Just like a man, she licked and sucked one of my nipples while playing with the other with her hand. This was different from touching with her hand, and I was immediately aroused! I started to lose control! Number 99 saw that I liked it, so she kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged her and touched her all over. Her back was very soft and smooth (I mean, even without oil, it should be like that), and it felt very comfortable to touch. Her breasts were also full and firm. This time I got even wilder, and I simply reached into her shorts, touched her buttocks, and went around to the front to touch her "little sister." She didn't dodge, and in fact, when I was feeling very good myself, I couldn't possibly have bothered to touch her carefully. Before the final "ending," Number 99 subtly extended her finger and asked, "Do you want me to go in?" I've seen many fantasies written by men online about how women use fingers or dildos during masturbation, but from what I understand, it's actually rare. Perhaps psychologically, women feel that penetration is between men and women, reserved for men. Even among homosexuals, penetration is said to be a small percentage. So Number 99's question was necessary. I shook my head, and she didn't penetrate. Her method of massaging my genitals was a little different from Xiaona's: perhaps because she noticed my nipples were sensitive, she left her left hand on my chest, while her right hand first massaged my genitals with the palm of her hand, then her index and middle fingers massaged my vulva, while her ring and little fingers teased the clitoris. When I was almost climaxing, she had me rest my head on her left arm, essentially embracing me, and then she lowered her head to suck on my nipple while her right hand simultaneously increased the speed of her fingertips. I reached climax while holding her. This tight embrace during orgasm felt like sex again, and the orgasm was more solid.I felt my genitals throbbing violently, like they were being "banged"! After I got high, I held onto Number 99 tightly. She whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are wet." I said, "It feels so... good." After I sat up, Number 99 used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at her body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want some too," and went to suck on her nipple. She didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued her professional moans. Today, I was too tired from playing at the club, so I didn't want to play anymore. I called Sister Mei, and she said she'd had enough, so we left. After showering, we exchanged thoughts in the lounge. This time, since we'd already played together, I was a bit more open with my thoughts. I said that compared to Xiao Na, Number 99 didn't do anal sex like Xiao Na, the leg massage was rushed, and she didn't press down on me, but her overall attitude was good. She licked my nipples and didn't mind me touching her, which made me feel more natural. I guess we each had our own merits. After listening to my "report," Sister Mei said that some of the girls here can massage anuses, while others can't, unless you ask. I asked Sister Mei if you would touch her in return. Sister Mei laughed and said that sometimes when she's too excited, she would. She also said that some girls don't like being touched, while others, like number 99, don't mind, since they're all women anyway. She added that the most intense ones even kiss the girls, but she herself would be embarrassed to do that. I asked if any girls kissed the girls' genitals with their mouths, and she said definitely not. Finally, Sister Mei asked me to summarize, and I honestly said, "The service here is of a higher standard." Sister Mei was very pleased with herself. When it came time to pay the bill, I realized that there's no such thing as a free lunch. Sister Mei suggested that I give number 99 a generous tip. (I forgot to mention that you're not allowed to haggle for tips here, but there is a basic tip to be given when paying the bill, and customers can give more as they see fit. Apparently, people usually give more, otherwise these rich women feel they've lost face.) If it weren't for Sister Mei inviting me here, and everything being free except for the tip, I really wouldn't have wanted to give so much. On the way back, I said in the car, "Although the massage was very comfortable, they must have made a lot of money." Sister Mei laughed and said, "Yeah, it's just a pair of hands. If we're talking about same-sex massages, we could do it ourselves without paying, but we're clumsy and don't have that kind of professional training!" I thought that made some sense. Friends can certainly massage each other, without that professional thing, it's more natural. But firstly, we don't know how to massage, and secondly, having homosexual tendencies would feel strange. Unless it's a very generous friend like Sister Mei, haha. So I said, "I'm out of money for more, maybe one day we can massage each other!" Sister Mei laughed and said, "Okay, we'll see."
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