A young woman's unexpected spa experience

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Last weekend, my friend Lang Lang and I went to a private beauty and body spa called Pang's Beauty and Body Center. 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 a day trip to the beach in Weihai, Shandong. Feeling itchy and uncomfortable after being in the sun all day, we went straight to the spa for a facial. Afterwards, it was already past 11 PM. Lang Lang's boyfriend had gone to Guangzhou, and she was acting like a crazy, excited girl, with a strange feeling of longing.
The beautician who did her treatment was an acquaintance, so we were on good terms. That evening, she recommended a classic spa oil treatment to Lang Lang, mysteriously telling us it was a new service launched just a few days ago, and the price wasn't expensive—300 yuan for a full body treatment, including a steam bath. We were intrigued and
, since we had nothing else to do, we agreed without really understanding what was going on. Then we were taken to the fourth floor, which was strange, as we'd only ever been to the third floor before. I'd never noticed there was a staircase to the fourth floor.
There were about ten spacious private rooms, and of course, a steam room. We rushed to shower with cheers. The staff outside the shower room were very professional; they even smiled and handed us towels while listening to our screams. We walked out with our towels covering our faces. There was a little mishap here; I'm petite, and I had to change into two robes before they were barely fitting—they felt a bit loose. Luckily, the robes were made of silk and cotton, so they were quite comfortable. Then, we followed the staff into the private room. Once inside, I realized the environment was simply luxurious. Soft music played, the lighting was dim, and the spa bed was huge—much wider than the small beds I used to get for back treatments. Then, the staff asked if I knew anyone who would be getting a spa treatment.
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'd come to 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 man again, he had dark skin and was quite handsome, though not exactly dashing.
I felt okay about him, and my heart calmed down a bit. After I lay down, I watched him skillfully pour three kinds of oil into a large dish, swirl it around a few times until it turned a pale white, and it smelled wonderful. I asked him what brand of essential oil it was, and he said it was from Hong Kong, but he couldn't remember the brand. My heart was pounding so hard at that moment, I had a strong urge to run away.
After the masseur prepared the oil, he asked me where I wanted to start. I closed my eyes and said it was my first time and I didn't know the rules.
He smiled and softly told me that the spa was a full-body treatment, but assured me that he was the most highly rated masseur of the month.
I thought to myself, 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 tube 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 man, so I ignored him and remained lying there.
The masseur put his hands in the dish, coated them with oil, and gently poured the oil onto my lower back. It felt very 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 couldn't let go of my worries, I didn't feel anything at first, thinking this spa treatment was a waste. After about ten minutes, the oils started to work; I gradually felt a warm sensation in my lower back, which felt very comfortable.
At that moment, the man asked if I was worried about staining my strapless top. I was lying comfortably and didn't think much of it, so I said, "Whatever, it's okay."
Then, his hands avoided the strapless top on my back and moved to my neck. I didn't expect the feeling to be so powerful; suddenly it felt incredibly comfortable. His technique was truly excellent; he gently applied the 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 top on my back became damp.　　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 and became even 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 hoping he would turn 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 involuntarily hardened and became engorged.
I knew he must have felt it. His movements were focused around my breasts, his palms gently kneading them. I breathed heavily, the intense stimulation making me tremble uncontrollably. I bit my lip hard, afraid I would cry out
. But in fact, I was already quite loud, breathing so heavily, it was so embarrassing.
I clearly felt one of his hands release my grip, cup a handful of essential oil, and slowly pour it over my lower abdomen and thighs. I knew very well that the moment I was both looking forward to and terrified of had arrived.
After I turned around, I kept my thighs tightly closed because I'm small, and apart from my pubic hair, he couldn't see my genitals. He used his hands to spread my thighs apart, slowly but firmly. My willpower had already almost completely given up, and I had no strength left to hold my legs together. Slowly, my thighs were parted, revealing my genitals. I felt my labia part, opening and closing 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 married to my husband for over two years, and I've gotten a lot of pleasure from him, but none of that pleasure was as intense as that soft breath he exhaled. I closed my eyes tightly. My eyes were glazed over, and I was biting my lip.
His left hand had already applied the oil to my lower abdomen, while his right hand was slowly rubbing upwards from the inside of my thigh. These two intense sensations made me suddenly cry out. I no longer had time to hide my composure, and I began to moan… His hand finally touched my genitals, slowly sliding along my labia. My clitoris had already inadvertently revealed itself, erect in his fingers. That was the most sensitive spot. I barely had time to catch my breath before he brought me to arousal…
I had endured this stimulation for too long, and finally, I released it. My labia trembled violently. He didn't stop. One hand repeatedly rubbed up and down my clitoris, while the other hand teased the center of my labia. Luckily, I was covered in oil, otherwise, I would have been very wet…
Before my orgasm had even subsided, I was taken to another realm. It was an indescribable feeling. I had experienced sex before, but this was the first time I had felt such a strange and extremely stimulating pleasure!
His hand began to speed up, his entire palm… His hand rubbed rapidly against my genitals, while his other hand's fingers 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. His hand had brought me to a second orgasm…
I was weak and powerless; at that moment, I wouldn't resist anything he did to me. Being brought to two orgasms in a short period, I realized for the first time how intense and exhilarating this pleasure could be, like a volcanic eruption. His hand slowly relaxed, gently kissing my genitals. I moaned as if electrocuted. He licked my clitoris with his tongue. I couldn't take the stimulation anymore, but my body was too weak; 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 orgasm, I could be naked in front of another man, but I couldn't do this.
He smiled and told me that the rules here didn't allow sexual relations with customers; usually, it was done with… He was aroused by my figure, but if I allowed it, he wanted to use his penis instead.
I shook my head frantically, almost screaming, "I've had two orgasms!"
He smiled noncommittally and said, "The spa here follows the three-stage principle; that is, the third orgasm is needed for the spa oils to reach their full effect.
" I couldn't argue with him, so I let him take off all his clothes. He put on a condom and told me it was absolutely safe. I breathed in the fragrant scent of the essential oils and let him put his penis on my private parts again.
He opened a small bottle and poured some white liquid onto the condom. I recognized the smell; it was Anle vaginal lubricant. He easily inserted his penis into me; my vagina was still loose after two orgasms. He slowly moved in and out, one hand constantly covering my clitoris. In this situation, he changed positions... What else could I do? Soon, my whole body began to tremble again. I knew my orgasms tonight were destined to come faster and faster…
I could feel his penis thrusting in and out forcefully, but I felt no pain. On the contrary, I longed for him to thrust even harder and faster. My legs started to move erratically, 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. After more than 30 minutes of his continuous movements, I finally collapsed, and I orgasmed again. This time, my orgasm was accompanied by urine; I wet the bed. I couldn't control my feelings.
And so, a very exciting near-cheating act, accompanied by this wonderful spa, will be something I'll never forget.
That night, when Lang Lang and I went home, she told me that the man who gave her the spa treatment had made love to her twice. I almost fell over.

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