Business trip experience

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Yesterday, when I arrived at work, many people weren't back yet, so I couldn't do anything and came home early. Bored, I decided to visit the lady across the hall. I

met her when I was looking at apartments; I had just gotten divorced then and wanted to escape the heartbreak and clear my head.

The buildings in this complex are all four or five stories high, with underfloor heating and hot spring water piped into each unit—I was very happy with it. I had planned to buy both 201 and 202, knock down the wall to make a larger apartment, but I had to go on a business trip. When I returned, I found that her husband had bought 201 first. So, I ended up buying 202 and the apartment downstairs in 102. 102 has a large basement, which is nice too. I

wasn't very familiar with her at first, but we discovered we were both taking ballet classes on the same weekends, so we chatted and became friends. I also learned that she and her husband had also gotten divorced, and it happened shortly after they bought the apartments—what a coincidence!

The older woman was in her forties, slightly overweight, and of average appearance, though her skin was quite good. However, her hands were very rough, like tree bark. When I asked her about them, she sighed deeply, recounting how she and her husband had endured so much hardship back then. She said her hands were rough from washing clothes in cold water during the winter, how difficult those days were, and how now she was old, her husband had found someone else, and so on—all stories that sounded familiar yet so heartbreaking.

We went to ballet class together every weekend and did aromatherapy treatments together.

Later, when she learned I was planning to get married again, she sighed and said, "You've really lost your mind! What are you doing with that young brat? He's seven years younger than you, just a naive kid who craves mature charm. By the time he grows up, you'll be old too. In ten years, you'll be old and faded, and he'll get tired of you and definitely divorce you. You might as well not get married at all. Let's just stay together, and when we need to, we can just go out and find a few handsome young men to have some fun with."

I was speechless, and could only smile. Perhaps my older sister was right, but I was still willing to fall into that trap again, even if it was just a dream.

I rang the doorbell, and to my surprise, a very handsome young man answered.

My older sister's voice came from the bedroom, "xxx, come in."

I saw a large towel on the bed, and my older sister was lying on it, wrapped in a bath towel. There was also a young man in the bedroom, massaging her back, which was shiny with oil. She wasn't wearing any clothes. My older sister said, "I called two masseuses for in-home services. They've just started, and you've come at the right time. Just lie down next to them, and let them give you a massage."

I did as she said, took a shower, wrapped myself in a bath towel, and lay down next to my older sister. The young man who opened the door came over and gave me an aromatherapy spa. The oil felt a little cool on my skin, but it quickly warmed up. The masseur's hands had a good grip, massaging from my shoulder blades. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

But then things got a little ambiguous. The masseur pulled the towel down, his two large hands gripping my ribs, his thumbs alternately stroking my spine from bottom to top. When I felt particularly relaxed, his hands moved to my waist, his index and middle fingers pressing on my lower back, and suddenly he pressed hard a few times. Instantly, I felt a tingling, electric-like sensation, a rushing sensation between my thighs, which made me incredibly aroused.

I couldn't help but moan aloud, glancing at the young man. He looked quite serious, and the woman next to him was also calm, enjoying herself with her eyes closed. I felt embarrassed for making a fuss, so I closed my eyes and continued to enjoy myself.

Then he repeated this motion a few times. I noticed that each time he moved his hands to my lower back, he would only apply a little pressure, making me feel empty inside, with a sore and numb sensation in my lower body, which was very uncomfortable. My heart was in my throat. Just as I was about to protest, he released my waist and started massaging my calves.

He poured out a lot of essential oil and massaged my calves from bottom to top. It was very relaxing and comfortable, and my heart, which had been pounding, finally calmed down. I realized I had been making a fuss again.

After massaging my calves, he moved on to my thighs and asked, "Want me to massage your butt too?" He seemed to have some professional ethics. My head was tingling with a very comfortable feeling, so I hesitated for a moment. Then the older woman answered for me, saying, "I'll massage both."

I couldn't say no, so I said okay. Then the young man took out a cushion and had me put it under my lower abdomen. After I put it on, I immediately felt like I had made a big mistake: the cushion was quite high, and with my lower abdomen supported like this, my butt was lifted quite high. Then the young man pulled away my towel, and I felt like I was in a position similar to waiting for doggy style. It was so embarrassing. But seeing the older woman next to me also using a cushion in the same position as me, and looking perfectly normal, I thought it might be acceptable.

Then he started massaging my thighs. I couldn't see the masseur's technique, but I felt like he poured a lot of essential oil on my thighs and buttocks, and then started massaging from the inside of my knees down my thighs. I felt like he was staring at my buttocks the whole time. Thinking that, I felt myself getting wet, but he didn't say anything, and everything seemed normal. I thought that with so much essential oil, he probably wouldn't be able to tell, and that made me feel a little better. The woman next to me was very uninhibited and even started moaning, quite unrestrained, which made me feel a little more at ease. Anyway, the most embarrassing thing shouldn't be me.

Then... When he started massaging my buttocks, this was probably the most embarrassing time I've ever experienced. In the past, when I had oil treatments, the technicians who did my buttock care were always women, so it didn't feel like a big deal. But it felt so awkward to have a man do it

, and he was really forceful. Every time he massaged the area where my thighs meet my buttocks, his thumb would grip the lower edge of my buttocks and start applying pressure. I felt like my genitals were being lifted up, and that area is especially sensitive. Then he would spread his thumbs to the sides, and I felt like my vulva was being pulled apart, and my anus was also being spread apart, completely exposed to the technician's eyes. It was absolutely infuriating.

I was extremely nervous, so I looked at the older woman again. She was just smiling at me; she was much more relaxed than me, constantly chatting with the young man massaging her. The guy on my side, however, was a quiet type, just focused on the oil massage. I was too embarrassed to talk to him, so I just listened to the massage and thought he was really good at it. My heart was pounding.

Then, the young man came to my side, his hands moving along my buttocks, gently prying one side of my buttocks outwards alternately. His fingers occasionally brushed against my anus and vulva, sending a shiver down my spine. Each time he released his grip, I felt my buttocks bounce back, making me sway.

The young man on the older woman's side laughed and said, "I didn't expect your friend to have such a great figure. A real wasp waist and full hips, so perky, with such fine pores, like soft white jade. This is definitely the mark of inner beauty."

The older woman laughed too, saying, "Of course, young lady, you'd better serve xx well." The young man massaging me even responded with a soft "Yes." My ears were burning from listening, and I buried my head in my arms like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

After the first round of massage on my buttocks, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the worst was over. But then the young man knelt down in front of me and started massaging my buttocks again, this time from a different direction, from my back to my buttocks.

First, he used his thumbs to push along my spine, along the cleft of my buttocks, until he reached near my anus, then forcefully spread them apart. Then he changed direction again, his hands hooking back along the lower edge

of my buttocks from the outside. Although he didn't press on my genitals, his fingers were all moving over sensitive areas. Then his fingers pressed down on the inner thighs at the base, pressing inwards, squeezing my labia with his vulva, and they even moved back and forth, rubbing against each other. My God, I felt my sanity teetering on the edge of collapse, going back and forth...

This wasn't an oil massage, it was clearly foreplay, and his technique was top-notch. And he knelt in front of my head, and every time he pushed me, his body leaned forward, his crotch swaying around my head. I don't know if it was accidental or intentional, but he even touched my face, and I felt like I touched his thing, which was very hard. I was extremely embarrassed, and I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists.

Just then, the woman next to me made that kind of sound that only comes during very ecstasy. I opened my eyes and turned my head, and stared in disbelief as the masseur was kneeling behind her, his shirt off, his pants already unbuttoned, his pubic hair shaved off, revealing a shiny, greasy penis. The young man was holding the woman's ankle, smiling at me, and then he thrust his penis into her oily buttocks, and the woman groaned again. The young man even smiled at me!

I was stunned.

It wasn't until I watched him thrust in and out a dozen more times that I came to my senses and sat up, telling the young man who was giving me the oil massage, "I don't want to do it anymore."

He didn't stop me, just smiled at me, looking surprisingly honest, and said, "This is a service requested by Ms. XX. We would never force a client if they don't want it. What I'm giving you is acupressure and oil massage."

The woman moaned as she said, "Don't worry, since you don't want it, they won't ruin your body. Their hands and tongues are just as skilled. Why don't you try?" As she spoke, the young man behind her continued thrusting.

But I couldn't stay a second longer and insisted on leaving, because if I stayed any longer, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't do something stupid I'd regret. When I got up, dressed, and went to the living room, I couldn't help but look back at them. The scene made my mouth dry and I felt suffocated: the young man giving me the oil massage was kneeling in front of the woman, massaging her back, his pants pulled down, and the woman was sucking his penis! The other young man was still thrusting his hips behind the older woman…

When I got home, I sat for a long time, then took a shower, wanting to sleep for a while, but I couldn't. My mind was racing; it was the first time in my life I'd ever witnessed a live sex show.

Around 6 PM, the older woman came over for a visit, and we went out for dinner together. She looked radiant and healthy. I didn't dare mention the massage, and neither did she.

My boyfriend didn't get home until almost 10 PM, looking exhausted. We went to bed early. I had a vivid dream all night, dreaming that the person lying on the mat between the two young men wasn't the older woman, but myself…

I woke up before 5 AM this morning, feeling incredibly anxious and my stomach felt empty. I'd never felt so uncomfortable before. I reached out and touched him; he was hard, having a morning erection.

So, while he was half-asleep, I pulled down his underwear, climbed on top of him, and started thrusting hard. The boy woke up, surprised, and asked
, "What's wrong with you? Why are you acting so wild today?"

I didn't answer, but pounced on him and licked his ear. He got excited too, and took the opportunity to throw me down and thrust into me hard. I screamed loudly, more intensely than I'd ever been before.

I made love until I wanted to meld him completely into my body.

We made love for over an hour. He ejaculated twice, drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. Only then did I feel the pent-up emotions in my chest dissipate, and I felt much better.

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