A passionate and incredibly enjoyable sauna experience

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At a quiet corner, a peculiar light pierced through the bright yellow space, shining before my eyes as if extending a warm invitation! Slowing down, I looked up and saw four large, pale purple characters: Tropical Rainforest. The storefront was small but exquisite. I guessed it was a sauna or spa. After a moment's thought, I decided to go in for a bath, hoping it might wash away some bad luck. Sometimes people are like that; in adversity, superstition can be a way to find solace. I've never believed in this stuff, but at that moment, I couldn't resist the temptation!
I turned the car in and drove straight until I found a parking space. After parking, I got out, straightened my collar, and rubbed my face vigorously to try and look less tired and haggard. Then I entered the rainforest. From the outside,
the rainforest entrance looked small and inconspicuous, but once inside, I found it to be quite large and impressive. The backdrop of the reception desk featured an elegant and timeless landscape painting, accompanied by two lines of poetry: "A small bridge and flowing water bring peace to the mind; the ever-changing wind and moon illuminate the affairs of the world." Several female receptionists, all in black uniforms, tall and slender with attractive faces and elegant demeanor, stood straight at the front desk. As I approached, they smiled and bowed, saying,
"Sir, welcome to the Tropical Rainforest!"
After a pleasant shower, I returned to my small private room wrapped in a towel. The room was small but exquisite, with few amenities: a soft bed with clean white sheets, a television, and a cabinet—that was all. The lighting was dim, soft, and slightly reddish, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere. It was clear that the person who designed the room had put considerable thought into it, trying to control costs while achieving the desired effect—no easy feat.
There was a knock at the door. After answering, a girl with a great figure entered. She had a slender waist, a large bust, and while her face wasn't particularly beautiful, her eyes were stunning and had a lively quality. She wore a loose-fitting, light yellow, custom-made uniform. She was carrying the coffee I had ordered earlier.
"Sir, here's your coffee, with milk, no sugar!" the girl said softly, placing the coffee on the counter. It tasted somewhat like Suzhou pastries.
"Thank you!"
"I'm massage therapist number 18. May I give you a professional massage?" The girl took a step back, bowed slightly, and asked softly and naturally. I glanced at her and noticed that her expression was natural and focused, as if she were doing something perfectly professional. Although she wore a gentle smile, the seriousness in her expression was no less than that of the bank tellers.
"Hmm!" I responded vaguely, neither confirming nor denying.
"Thank you. I hope my service has relieved all your fatigue and allowed you to enjoy relaxation and happiness!" The girl seemed very happy, her smile growing even brighter. Infected by her smile, her otherwise plain appearance seemed to take on a radiant beauty. Coupled with her proud figure, under the soft red light, I was actually somewhat tempted.
"What services do you offer here?" I asked, my expression natural, like a customer who had grown tired of other places and was visiting for the first time.
"We mainly offer three services here. One is a standard European massage, including oil massage and kneading, which costs 138 yuan per hour. Another is a Japanese massage, including a double bath, full massage, and a hot and cold treatment, which costs 338 yuan in total. The third is the 'Double Swallow' massage, which is a service provided by two therapists together, and the price is 558 yuan. Sir, would you like the Japanese massage or the 'Double Swallow' massage? Many customers here choose the Japanese massage," the young woman asked. Her questioning was quite sophisticated, incorporating marketing techniques into her conversation. Selective questioning and persuasive sales tactics were on full display here.
(Note: Actually, massages aren't usually named like this; I'm just using a term I made up. Japanese massage is probably a bit more erotic than European massage, right? Hehe!)
"Let's start with the European style!" I said casually, not falling for her tricks.
The girl was slightly disappointed, but the disappointment vanished instantly. After I added something, she became even happier.
"If you do a good job, I'll consider the Japanese style!"
"Don't worry, brother, my technique will definitely satisfy you. Just wait and enjoy yourself!" the girl said happily. Then she left the room, waited a while, and came back with some things; it should have been time to clock in.
I leaned against the bed watching the news, actually feeling a little nervous.
"Brother, please turn over!" the girl said gently.
At the girl's prompting, I carefully rolled over, afraid of pressing on something precious. The girl stood by the bed, smiling slightly at me.
Once I was lying on the bed, the girl came over and gently pulled back the towel covering me. The whole movement was fluid and without hesitation. I was now lying naked on the bed, looking rather unsightly.
The girl applied oil to my back and then, with skillful hands, gently massaged it all over my body. It felt slightly cool and slippery—it felt wonderful! Having been away from women for a long time, I quickly became aroused. Lying on the bed, a certain part of my body was quietly swelling.
"What's your name?" I asked, trying to ease my nervousness.
"My name is Xiaoling!" the girl replied.
Damn, what a coincidence! Could she really be named Xiaoling? But the chances are slim; girls here don't usually reveal their real names.
"Where are you from?" I asked again.
"I'm from Shandong!" Xiaoling replied.
I was slightly disappointed. I'd heard from forum users that girls from Sichuan and Hunan are considered better—smooth skin and gentle personalities—while those from Shandong are slightly less desirable. But you can't generalize.
By this time, Xiaoling had applied all the oil to my back and began massaging me from top to bottom. Her technique was indeed excellent; she had a good grasp of the pressure and placement. Each press sent a tingling, numb sensation through me. At first, she massaged my shoulders, her body within easy reach. I laboriously reached out a hand and touched her waist. It felt firm there, without any excess flesh; it felt wonderful. I gently stroked it for a while, then moved my hand to her shapely buttocks. In this position, my hand could only reach a small area, which felt very unsatisfying.
"How long have you been here?" I asked again.
"A little over a month!" Xiaoling replied. She answered quickly and fluently, as if she had memorized a standard answer long ago. Perhaps this is a required course for girls in this line of work.
Lying on the bed, my hand, stretched out with difficulty behind my back, was about to do something else, to touch her through her work clothes. But Xiaoling had already taken a step back as her massage progressed, thwarting my plan. I gritted my teeth in resentment.
"It'll be over soon. Let me finish the massage first. Just lie there and enjoy it, relax!" Xiaoling said with a slight smile, and even winked at my sidelong glance. Then a slender, long finger pressed on my waist, while the other hand gently caressed my buttocks. A tingling sensation emanated from her fingertips and quickly spread throughout my body. I happily enjoyed this strange feeling, feeling completely intoxicated.
Xiaoling massaged me very carefully, not missing any spot. Starting from my waist, she placed both hands on my buttocks, gently massaging. After several rounds, she kept one hand in this massaging motion while the other hand massaged my thigh, moving upwards from the knee to the groin. Her palm rested on my thigh, with four fingers hanging naturally. When she reached the groin, her four fingers just touched the two treasures hidden beneath! The seemingly unintentional touch, and the quick withdrawal, only made me crave it more. At that moment, I couldn't help but let out a soft sound.
"Mmm!"
The girl gave me a rough massage, then straightened up and began to undress.
First, there was the top, the button-down kind, very much like a white-collar professional suit. Men, especially those with some experience, seem to have a special longing for white-collar or gold-collar workers in business suits. I wonder if the design of the uniform here incorporates this factor.
After taking off the top, there was nothing underneath except a bra. The girl's figure was superb, especially her breasts. Even though she was only wearing a soft bra, they didn't sag at all. And even through the thin bra, you could completely imagine their shape from their assertive presence—a perfect, slightly upturned cone shape!
Then she took off her skirt, leaving her only with a pink bra and a pair of panties embroidered with beautiful lace. I stared intently, my eyes gleaming, as Xiaoling undressed. I felt a little overwhelmed; although I'd been somewhat prepared, the shock was still immense, and my body arched slightly. I took a deep, soft breath, trying to calm myself.
Xiaoling had climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and knelt on my lap. The sudden physical contact and increased weight almost caused me to lose my balance.
After the rough massage, the oil had been evenly applied to my body. Now, Xiaoling was intently straddling me, meticulously massaging every inch of my back. I desperately tried to twist my hands, but could only reach a sliver of her smooth leg hanging beside her.
After a full massage from top to bottom, Xiaoling suddenly paused for several seconds. I heard a soft thud, and then I saw her pink bra tossed onto the clothes she had just taken off. Before I could even react, Xiaoling was already lying down on me, gently pressing her newly removed "weapon" against my back! The tip, warm from her body, suddenly jolted my already tense nerves, sending waves of excited pleasure through my body. I suddenly felt much warmer, and I carefully shifted my body again, only to find that a certain part of my body was still being pressed against by those 'two mountains'.
I could feel that her tip was also hard, gently gliding across my back, a little itchy, but it felt amazing. A sigh escaped my lips. No wonder so many people in the world were willing to frequent such places; such enjoyment was something I wouldn't even dare to dream of in my peaceful, ordinary life.
After a while, Xiaoling began to lie down and start massaging me with her entire body. Two warm, bouncy mounds of flesh thundered over my back, crushing all my other thoughts into dust. The only thing I could feel was that I wanted to lie there forever, never to get up.
My body was now incredibly excited; all reason vanished before human nature. I laboriously reached my left hand behind me, bending slightly, and touched her thigh, then traced it upwards along her smooth thigh until I reached my target! Xiaoling didn't object at all. I pressed my thumb against her sensitive area, while my middle finger gently slipped inside. It was warm and slightly damp inside, and it felt wonderful! It was like a monkey that had been wandering outside an orchard finally picking a juicy, ripe peach. I was filled with excitement.
"Big brother, does it feel good?" Xiaoling suddenly leaned against my back, whispered in my ear, and asked softly.
"Mmm!" I managed a weak reply.
Suddenly feeling a bit pathetic, I casually asked, "How old are you?"
"Guess, big brother," Xiaoling replied, stopping her movements and simply pressing her entire front against my back.
"21."
"Wow, big brother is amazing! You guessed it right away! How did you know?" Xiaoling asked in surprise.
"Yeah, right," I thought. "If I guessed 18, I'd probably say the same thing!"
"Just a random guess!" I replied.
"That works too, big brother should go buy a lottery ticket!" Xiaoling said, then sat on my heels and started pushing down on my lower body. One of my heels was pressed against her lower body, and I could clearly feel the warmth and moisture there.
"High school graduate?" I asked again.
"No, vocational school graduate, marketing major!"
"Then why are you doing this?" I asked, thinking to myself, no wonder she's so good at marketing.
"I don't earn enough money doing anything else!" Her answer was quite honest!
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