Female netizen recounts her oil massage experience

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I'd read about women getting oil massages online for a while, and the sensations described in the articles seemed a bit unbelievable. Finally, I had the chance to go to Beijing on a business trip and mustered the courage to try it myself. It made me believe what those articles described, and my experience was even more intense than they described.

When I was almost in Beijing, I made an appointment with him to come to my hotel that evening. After a busy day, evening finally arrived, and as the time ticked by, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Although I'd 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, and I quickly straightened my clothes to open the door. After confirming that he was there, I opened the door and saw how tall he was—tall and muscular. I didn't dare look any longer and quickly went back inside. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I didn't know what to say, but he took the initiative to speak to me. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was polite small talk. After a while, he said to me, "Go take a shower."

After entering the bathroom, I was incredibly nervous. I quickly took a shower and came out. He looked at me and laughed, saying, "Why are you still dressed? Just wrap yourself in a towel." I didn't say anything at the time. He went to the bathroom and got a large towel, spread it on the bed, and I lay down on it. I buried my head in the pillow, my mind blank. I could only hear him getting something, something like a glass bottle, which I guessed was essential oil. After

a while, it seemed like he was done getting ready. He came to the bedside, patted my head, and told me to relax. I didn't say anything, but I felt him put his hand on my waist and slowly push up my tank top, saying, "Take it off, it'll feel better." I didn't say anything, just slightly raised my body, and he took off my tank top. I hadn't worn a bra after showering, so my upper body was completely exposed. The room was very quiet at this point; I could almost hear my heartbeat. He probably realized this too, so he turned on the TV. Finally, there was some sound in the room, and I relaxed a little.

He moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed. He touched 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. He did this several times, and then 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 comfortable. 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 that the trapezius muscles are the most overworked muscles. He massaged, shook, and kneaded them, and after all that, my shoulders felt much lighter.

Then he massaged both sides of my spine, and then my lower back. It really felt very comfortable, and I was very happy with my decision. Then he started making large circles on my back, pushing from my shoulders down to my waist, then up my sides to my armpits. I felt his fingertips brushing against the edge of my breasts. He kept circling like this, and with each circle, his hand moved a little lower down my body. I started to get nervous again, feeling like his hand was about to touch my nipples. I couldn't help but feel excited, and I slightly raised my upper body, hoping to make it easier for his hand to touch my nipples. Just as he was about to touch my nipples, he withdrew his hand. He walked to my feet, feeling a little disappointed.

He started massaging my legs, first putting some essential oil on the back of my calves and then massaging them, even giving me a few foot massages. After massaging my calves for a while, he started massaging my thighs. Because I was still wearing underwear, he seemed quite careful, probably afraid of soiling it. 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 tense up again. His hand slowly moved to the inner 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 for a while, I started sweating. Then he started tickling 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. Then, 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 could feel my lower body 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. He started massaging my buttocks. He 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 nice, very perky. I felt secretly pleased. I was most satisfied with my figure. While we chatted, he massaged me, sometimes pushing, sometimes pinching, sometimes shaking—it felt so good, and my mood gradually relaxed.

Just when I had relaxed, he dripped a few drops of oil into the groove between my buttocks and slowly slid his fingers down to my anus, gently kneading. I held my breath. After a while, he started sliding down again, almost touching my vulva. He stopped, repeating this several times. I started to get anxious, desperately hoping he would touch my vulva. Then he slid his hand up my inner thigh, and I felt the pubic hair touch his hand. I gently swayed my hips, trying to signal him, and he slid his hand down again, all the way to my vulva, where he gently placed his finger on it and stopped. This time there was no underwear in between, and I could feel his warm finger. I couldn't hold back anymore. He paused for a moment and then began to gently massage my vulva. The movements were so light that I could hardly feel it, yet I could feel something massaging down there. After a while, he blew warm breath onto my vulva, and I immediately felt more and more fluid flowing out. He slowly inserted his finger, very slowly, as if afraid of hurting me.

After a while, his fingers were all the way in. His hand seemed quite long. His fingers remained still inside, and I was already aroused, hoping he would move. His fingers began to tremble slowly, in waves, like the pulse massager at home. The tremors gradually increased in amplitude, and the intervals between them became shorter. At first, I could hold back my moans, but now I couldn't resist anymore and let out a soft cry. That one sound seemed to awaken him; his tremors became more and more intense, my moans grew louder, and I became increasingly wet. Then he took his hand out, and when he put it back in, his fingers seemed a little thicker. He had put two fingers inside. 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 against my vulva. I felt like I was going crazy; the feeling was indescribable. My mind went blank, my body was stiff, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I once saw a vibrator at a friend's house. Although I've never tried it, I firmly believe that machines can'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 hand out and began teasing my vulva. 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 hand 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 he trained his hands to be like that. Then, my second orgasm arrived. This time, I was completely free of shyness, shouting loudly to enjoy the orgasm. I felt completely exhausted. After resting for a while, a third orgasm, just like before but seemingly even stronger, came. I had never experienced three orgasms in a row before. I felt like I had passed out, lying motionless on the bed.

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard the water running, so I knew he was washing his hands. A little while later, he came back and whispered in my ear, "Was that comfortable?" I nodded. He told me to turn around, and with his help, I did. He tidied my hair and touched my neck. It didn't feel like we were meeting a friend for the first time, but rather like a man who knew me well and was admiring me.

He put some essential oil on my breasts and started massaging them in circles around my nipples. I closed my eyes slightly, watching him intently. He massaged my breasts very carefully. My breasts weren't very big, but they were firm. My husband loves touching 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. It's effective. But you don't seem to need any of that." I laughed, and the awkward atmosphere instantly disappeared. He still diligently massaged my breasts, lifting them, etc. But he just 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 touch them. 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 them 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 nipples, and I felt goosebumps rise around my breasts. After a while, he suddenly pressed my nipples gently 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 they quickly became hard. He gently pinched and flicked them, as if he were playing with something. Suddenly, I felt two warm things enveloping my nipples, and he was kissing them. It felt like a child nursing, but the sensation was completely different. He then extended his penis and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue, and I started breathing rapidly again. He then drew circles around my nipples with his tongue. I couldn't resist anymore, so I hugged his head and gently stroked him. After a while, he slowly moved his tongue to my abdomen, moving it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. I started to feel uncomfortable, like tiny insects were crawling all over my body, itchy. After a while, he stopped, and I quickly withdrew my hands, pretending to be calm.

He started massaging my abdomen, putting some oil on it and beginning 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 do any harm. I nodded, seemingly understanding. After a while, my stomach felt very comfortable. I didn't know if it was the effect of the essential oils or just my own perception, but it felt very comfortable. 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 light from the television. I closed my eyes and waited quietly.

After a while, he got into bed and propped my thighs up with his legs, but this time it was different. 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'd been too embarrassed to ask before, and although I had some thoughts, I didn't have the courage. He put some essential oil on my legs and started massaging back and forth. The room was quiet, and the TV wasn't very loud. I just lay there quietly, feeling his hands skillfully massaging my legs. After my calves, he started massaging my thighs, moving up a bit more. The room was dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could feel him massaging vigorously. As he massaged, he moved down to my groin. This time, my reaction wasn't as strong, since we'd already done that. But this time, he seemed to have changed his technique; it felt different from when he massaged my back. After a while, one of his hands started massaging my lower abdomen, a very sensitive spot. Every time he pressed, I felt a spasm. Then, one of his hands suddenly pressed against my clitoris, gently rubbing it. Both hands massaged simultaneously, one after the other, and I felt myself getting aroused again. He might not be able to reach my lower abdomen, so he moved forward a little more. Suddenly, I felt something touch my inner thigh. Yes, it wasn't a hallucination, it was his…

Ah! I tensed up, but before I could even tense up, I was overwhelmed by another wave of spasms. His hand slowly slipped inside, this time with two fingers. Because I had already released a lot of fluid, it went in easily. His other hand pressed against my lower abdomen, and his thumb pressed against my penis. Before I was even ready, I started masturbating loudly. This time it seemed even more intense; I was going crazy. I gripped his legs tightly, my body swaying wildly. Before long, I had already orgasmed. This orgasm came so quickly that even I found it unbelievable. Then the second wave began. This time, he moved forward a little more, and I could clearly feel his penis pressing against me…

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