A North American girl's experience with same-sex massage after returning to China

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A North American woman's experience with a lesbian massage in China (Part 1) I am 30 years old, divorced, and living alone in Canada. I enjoy getting beauty treatments and discussing 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 she felt so good she 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 common beauty treatment; although you need to be completely naked, the masseuse 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 asked this person to contact me. She later told me that in reputable beauty centers in China, you can choose whether or not to have your nipples massaged during a full-body oil massage.

Some will ask, while others require you to remind them not to touch your nipples. If you feel very comfortable, a perceptive masseuse might focus more on that area, which can certainly produce a certain degree of 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 too 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 if all the staff there could do oil massages like that, and she replied, "You'll have to try it. 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" too. Women don't maintain the same distance as men; this intimacy is perfectly acceptable. And, perhaps because my psychology differs from men's, I don't consider this special service a sexual activity, just play. It's about one woman providing physical enjoyment 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 salons, 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 bowed again to indicate the direction of the women's section. I hadn't walked two steps before someone bowed and pointed me in… I thought at the time, this must be a high-end place; perhaps the girls in low-end hair salons are too lazy to give massages to women 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 lounge or a beauty/wellness treatment?" I replied, "Beauty/wellness treatment." She said, "This way, please," and led me to the beauty room. There was a reception desk, behind which 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 skilled. She asked what I wanted and gave me a menu to choose from. I said I wanted a full-body oil massage, and she immediately nodded and had a staff member lead me to a room. The room had a TV and a bed, a decent size. The staff member asked what I wanted to drink, and I said no. She then asked if I knew any staff members, and I said no, anyone would do. She bowed and left.

I only waited two or three minutes (in Canada, sometimes you have to wait a long time) before the massage therapist came in. She was wearing a tracksuit-like uniform (pure cotton long-sleeved shirt and pants), and after opening the door, she asked, "Would you like a full-body oil massage?" I said yes, and she closed the door and came in.

She was about 25 or 26 years old, around 165 cm tall, with a decent figure, slightly plump, fair skin, a round face, small eyes, and a professional smile. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was pleasing to the eye.

A North American girl's experience with a same-sex massage upon returning home (Part Two) I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because I had, after all, come with the intention of seeking "special services." However, this discomfort lasted only a second, because I told myself, "I'm the customer; what customer is afraid of a service staff member?"

The woman first 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, laid out a bath towel, and had me lie face down on the bed. After I lay down, she said, "Let me help you take off your underwear," and then pulled my underwear down from behind and took it off. This was clearly to avoid the embarrassment of the customer taking off this 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 starting her service. 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. Basically, she starts with my back and waist, then my buttocks, legs, and feet, then massages my arms, and then has me turn over – it seems like that's the usual order everywhere. But again, because I was now thinking about "touching," I started to think about it in a more sensual way, so every time she touched my bare skin, it added a certain something. I found that when your mind is set in that direction, it really does feel different. Before she even touched any sensitive areas, it seemed like she was already turning on :-). While she was doing it, I started chatting with her. Just casual conversation. Her name was Xiaona, and she spoke very nicely and very carefully.

I asked her if she had many female customers, and she said it was alright. I asked her if she only did massages for the women, and she said no, the male and female massage therapists were together, and it was her turn whichever side it was. Hearing this, I already knew what to say, how to test the waters… We chatted for a while until we ran out of things to say, just remaining silent. Her massage was indeed very comfortable; I felt myself getting slightly wet, probably because I was anticipating 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 slightly red, but thankfully the lighting wasn't too bright, so she probably wouldn't notice. 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, “Is there anything you don't want me to massage?”

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 laughter washed away all the embarrassment. I asked, "What about most of the time?" She said, "It doesn't really matter, it feels good to massage anywhere." I said, "I don't really matter 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 soft "ssing" 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, with her experience, kept talking: "Feels good, right? Lots of 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 me towards my lower body, I felt excited, as if my body was expecting her to continue... At this point, I continued the topic we were talking about earlier, and I felt my voice was trembling, which she could probably tell: "So, do you earn more with the male guests or here?"

Xiao Na hesitated for a moment and said, "They are all guests, and we should 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 for a moment and said, "Sister, you know men don't come here just for massages."

I immediately said, "I know."

Xiao Na said, "Anyway, they only pay if they get a full-service massage."

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 want a full-service massage, I can do it for you, cheaper than the men's section."

Got it!

I deliberately asked, "For the women, what does 'full-service massage' mean?"

She said, "It means I massage your whole body, 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 massaged, she seemed to push a little further towards my genitals, as if she was seducing me.

Then I said, "Is it guaranteed to be comfortable?"

At this moment, Xiao Na did something I didn't expect: she stopped her hands on my breasts and quickly rubbed my nipples with her fingers! This was a very stimulating action. She said, "It's really guaranteed to be comfortable."

My expression at this moment must have been very strange. I bit my lip and said, "I'll pay you whatever the male customer pays, so you won't lose out. 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 throbbing.

When Xiao Na heard that I was willing to pay the same amount male customers paid her for the oil massage, she raised her price while continuing to slowly massage my breasts with the palms of her hands. I wondered if she was putting 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 session, and how she mainly relied on tips, etc., and her tone wasn't very confident. Fortunately, my online friends in China had given me a rough price range beforehand, so I countered with the highest value in that range, and Xiao Na hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

I once read a short story about a female customer developing some kind of unspoken affection 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. Therefore, 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 say I'm particularly good at relaxing. I believe that whether you go for a beauty treatment or a doctor's appointment, it's for your health, so you should try to relax; otherwise, you're just paying for suffering.

Some men and women ask, if you have physical needs, why not go to a man? I think the reasoning is the same as with masturbation: many men and women masturbate either because their sexual partner isn't available, or because the orgasm from masturbation and the orgasm from sex 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 on your body are different. Psychologically, my boyfriend was the active one, the conqueror; the masseuse was someone I paid for, someone to serve me. Physiologically, women's hands are softer, their movements more delicate, and their hearts more attentive, so a woman's massage for me has aspects that a man can't match.

A North American girl's experience with a same-sex massage after returning to China (Part 3) After agreeing on the price, Xiao Na didn't continue but went out. Half a minute later, she came back with a hot towel, spread it on my body, gently wiped away the oil, and had me turn over and lie face down. I wanted to ask why, but I was too embarrassed, guessing that this was probably part of the service. I later found out I was right. To ensure repeat customers, Xiao Na and her colleagues always massage for a sufficient amount of time each time, making the customer feel it's worthwhile. She started from my back, but this time it felt different from before; it should be called erotic massage. The method was like a lover gently stroking and caressing my back, waist... Her hands seemed to have more than twenty fingers, but rather many fingers covering every nerve ending... She kept touching me, while making soft moaning sounds: "Ah... Oh...". I quickly became aroused, feeling even wetter down there, and my genitals unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath me.

Then I heard Xiaona take off her shoes, kneel behind me, and massage my buttocks and waist. These are both erogenous zones for women, and of course she wouldn't miss them. Her massage felt so good that I instinctively arched my back. But Xiaona 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 my sides, reaching forward to touch my breasts! I couldn't control myself; when she touched my nipples, I made "oh oh" sounds and inhaled deeply. Xiaona responded with a few moans, continuing to rub my nipples. I felt the nerves in my nipples directly connected to my brain, the stimulation sending waves of sensation through me, as if my whole body was relaxing, and my genitals were secreting fluids. I unconsciously raised my upper body so Xiaona could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily and helplessly twisted, continuing to moan "mmm."

Xiao Na probably thought my moans were too loud, so she got up, turned up the music, and came back to continue in the same position. Because her caresses of my breasts felt so good, my sensations were focused on my breasts and genitals, and I wasn't 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 quite out of control at that moment: moaning with my buttocks sticking out. Xiao Na then sat up and gently massaged my lower back.

I understood and lay down. She put some more oil on 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's unlikely, right? Before I could think any further, Xiao Na's fingers were already there. She was very playful: she used both hands to alternately stroke my buttocks, and every time she passed my anus, I would get excited. With each alternating stroke, the excitement was like a throbbing. I guess by then my juices had soaked into the towel.

Xiao Na then spoke: "Feels good, doesn't it?" I didn't speak, 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 gasped again. Although the anus is a very tight place, her movements were gentle, the insertion shallow, just a light wriggling motion. Her other hand pressed against my buttocks, making me feel so good! She must have known the customer was enjoying it, so her professional moans were a bit louder.

At this point, I started to develop feelings for Xiaona :-). I knew there was also breast massage (using breasts to massage oil) in China, so I blushed and said, "You're only using your hands? Can you use your body to massage me?" Xiaona, as expected, answered knowledgeably, "Breast massage? Hmm, I have no problem with that, but you'll have to give me extra money. We expend a lot of energy doing this." I thought, since I'd already done it and it felt so good, I might as well take it. So I agreed. She jumped off the bed, peeked at the door like a lookout, then closed it. She came back and dimmed the light again, muttering to herself, "The women's section should be fine, but I have to be careful doing this on the men's section."

Xiao Na returned to the massage bed. I heard her undress, then the sound of her opening a bottle and applying oil—she must have been rubbing it on 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 were amplified; I wondered how much was genuine, but she must have felt good too :-). She pressed down further, massaging me with her breasts, asking, "Say something if you're pressing too hard." I said it was fine, very good. This massage felt better than her hands because of the larger contact area, and it was on her sensitive areas, giving a more intimate, skin-to-skin feeling.

She massaged my back with her breasts, then gradually moved down, circling my buttocks… I felt a little embarrassed at this point, after all, the buttocks are the lower body, and the breasts are organs that protrude from the chest. But Xiaona probably didn't care, and continued, teasing my buttocks with her nipples… I was already on the verge of orgasm, and I became bolder, so I simply said, "Can you massage my buttocks again with your hands?" I made this request because her massage of my anus felt so good earlier, I felt like I was about to orgasm. Xiaona said okay, and then inserted her fingers into my anus to massage it again, just like before. I felt "that" coming, so I said, "Keep doing this, don't stop." Xiaona said, "Okay, I won't stop," and she even increased the volume of her moans.

I had never orgasmed from an anus 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 lower body was pressed tightly against the towel, and when Xiaona inserted her fingers into my buttocks, I felt my clitoris throbbing—I had orgasmed! 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 around my vagina and below was 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 was very embarrassed, but seeing her focused look, I relaxed. Then she gently pulled off the wet towel and placed 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, and I laughed to myself, thinking, I never thought I could play like this back in China), and brought back a cup of tea for me. We chatted briefly:

Me: "Do other people ever want me to do this?"

Na (laughs): "Very rare, both men and women rarely."

Me: "How long have you been doing this?"

Na: "Over a year."

... Na: "You look quite comfortable."

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 for you?" Me: "My husband can do it too, but not as well as you." Na smiled smugly.

Na: "Do you want more?" Me: "What?" Na: "If it's a man, once is hard to get a second time. I don't do it much with women." I said with a smile: "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: "Aren't you doing a breast massage? Why are you wearing it?" Na quickly said: "Didn't I just go get you some water?" "After saying that, she quickly stripped off her upper body again. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, but very nicely 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 was enough to turn me on, because I knew she was going to work on my breasts and genitals next. Lying naked like that, with the staff also topless, was probably visually stimulating.

An hour at this bathhouse seemed to be half an hour, but I didn't care too much about the time; I added more time when she asked. It felt like I'd been there for a long time, but the 'main event' hadn't even started yet. Xiao Na applied oil to my upper body and massaged me again using that erotic massage technique, first caressing my neck, then my shoulders. You could tell she was very skilled, because she didn't directly stimulate my breasts, but instead warmed the surrounding area first." Areas like the neck and shoulders are considered secondary erogenous zones, and they feel very comfortable to touch. My shoulders are personally very sensitive.

When Xiaona touched my breasts again, pleasure seemed to surge into my brain, and the pent-up desire I had 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 too strongly because Xiaona initially thought I was teasing her and laughed, saying she hated it. I said, "It really feels good." Only then did she realize 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 did it gently with rubbing and picking, and I was so excited that I couldn't control my body; it was jumping up and down, and my lower body was soaking wet.

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.

A North American girl returning to China with a female friend Massage Experience (Part 4) Xiao Na then reached out one hand to touch my genitals, but I pulled her back and placed both hands on my breasts. Xiao Na understood and simply moved to face in front of my head, making it easier to massage my nipples, and probably also so I couldn't touch her. I let her caress me, making me tremble and moan, until my chest felt numb, the pleasure less pronounced, and my whole body felt limp, finally allowing me to catch my breath. Then I gestured for Xiao Na to stop focusing on massaging my nipples and instead have her slowly massage my entire breast with the palms of her hands. We then chatted for a bit:

Me: "Oh, I'm so tired. Am I a bit different?" Her: "Not really different, you're just more open. Other people who come here seem a bit distant, always tense and not relaxed." Me: "Oh, really? Am I too sensitive in the chest?" Her: "Maybe, everyone's sensitive areas are different..." After a pause, she said: "You're quite sensitive; some women don't even feel anything in their upper body." Me: "Really?" "She: "Yes, not entirely, just not very noticeable. Just doing it on my upper body doesn't arouse me; I don't react as strongly as you." Then, Xiaona put her clothes back on and went to check the doorway. When she came back, she was completely naked except for her panties. I watched her apply oil to her completely naked upper body, then climb onto the bed and press herself against me… a frontal breast-to-breast push. The two women's breasts rubbed together through the oil, creating a certain erotic feeling. And she was on top of me, in a position similar to having sex with a man, it had a certain something. Going a step further, after rubbing for a while, she simply lay flat on top of me, not only breast to breast, but also arms around my arms and legs around mine." "Covered" is a suitable word here; I can't quite explain how they were, but I felt pressed down, unable to move. This pressure made me feel even more like I was having sex, even more comfortable, and I felt my lower body getting hot :-) Then, under this pressure, Xiaona's body began to "wriggle," doing it several times in different directions—up, down, left, and right.

I've been keeping my eyes half-closed, but now I wanted to see if Xiaona was truly engaged in this lesbian-themed activity, so I opened my eyes to look at her. What I saw was a completely serious and focused expression on her face :-). Perhaps for her, it was just a mechanical exercise. She noticed me looking at her and seemed a little embarrassed, trying to make conversation: "Sister, I only did this because you seem genuine. I wouldn't dare do this in the men's section; they're very strict there, I wouldn't dare take my pants off." I said, "

Thank you for your hard work. I was afraid you'd be embarrassed." She quickly said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. You came here to relax anyway." "After saying that, I continued. The feeling of her pressing firmly against me like a man was incredibly stimulating. I'd already let go, so I groaned loudly and stroked her back. Xiao Na's back was beautiful, her skin soft and smooth, it felt wonderful to touch. But again, while I was enjoying the pleasure, Xiao Na remained completely focused, even in such close physical contact. This was a bit of a downer.

After doing this for what seemed like forever, Xiao Na got up, put on trousers (still shirtless), fixed her hair in front of the mirror, glanced at the clock, and smiled, saying, 'Sis, fifteen minutes left, do you want to extend the time?' She gently stroked my pubic hair as she spoke. I said:"

"That's enough, just finish it." She said in a slightly joking tone, drawing out her words, "Okay—okay!" Xiao Na lifted one of my thighs and put oil on it. This "spreading" motion was also very stimulating. She started to massage the inside of my thighs from my knees to my groin with force, and every time she massaged my genitals, she would inadvertently touch that area. With each touch, the pleasure in my genitals built up. Then she massaged the other thigh in the same way, warming up the inside of both thighs. It felt very comfortable and naturally spread them apart. Then she used both hands to "tickle" the inside of both thighs at the same time, gently moving back and forth between my knees and genitals, and even crossing them directly over my genitals. She was really amazing! This tingling sensation not only made you feel very comfortable, but also increased your desire for caresses.

At the last moment, hehe, Xiao Na poured oil on my genitals... She was originally on my right side, but probably to make it easier for her right hand to massage my clitoris, she moved to my left side, and then she slowly used her left hand... Her fingers massaged my already soaked vaginal opening in a circular motion. Her right hand first gently teased my clitoris, repeating this several times. Seeing that I was "in the mood," moaning, blushing, and trembling, she suddenly stopped on my clitoris and quickly "flicked" it with her thumb, index, and middle fingers in turn. Needless to say, I was overwhelmed by pleasure, as if floating on warm waves. With the oil and her professional technique, the pleasure came much faster than I expected. From the moment she started doing this until my orgasm, it was less than two minutes. After about a minute, I completely lost control, touching my nipples with both hands and asking her, "Can I touch myself?" Xiao Na said, "Of course, you came here to feel good." "It's like four hands are touching me, and the climax is coming right away.

I feel that the climax she gave me through massage came quickly, lasted a long time, and was quite '

deep,' a very thorough feeling. It released all the accumulated pleasure." When she said "coming," I bit my lip to keep from screaming, and made loud "hmm, hmm" sounds. Then my lower body involuntarily "met" Xiaona's hands, rising and falling, rising and falling. This "crest" lasted for a full ten seconds before gradually calming down... The feeling in my lower body was numb, hot, and pleasurable!

...I gasped for breath, then laughed at myself for being so out of control. Xiao Na laughed too, saying, "I'm happy if you're comfortable." She got dressed, ran to get a hot towel, and rubbed the oil on me. I was truly satisfied and didn't want anything more, but my whole body was limp and I felt very tired... So Xiao Na got a few more dry towels to cover me up, let me rest, and then left. I lay there resting alone, constantly moaning softly, "Ouch, ouch..." Hehe. I remember it because I wouldn't moan like that unless I was really comfortable.

I lay there for about forty minutes, including fifteen minutes of sleep. Then I got up, feeling like my whole body was falling apart. Looking in the mirror, my face, neck, shoulders, and chest were still a little red, a result of the excitement earlier, but you wouldn't notice unless you looked closely. My nipples were still erect :-) My lower body was still a little damp, so I wiped myself again. Afraid others would notice my strange gait, I walked around the room a bit. Then I put on a yukata and tried to appear calm as I went out. The receptionist recommended I go to a hall to see some kind of show. I went in, but found it full of men and women in yukatas; the performance was actually a lewd two-person comedy act. I left and took a shower (which was very relaxing, washing away the sweat and oil, leaving me feeling refreshed). Still feeling tired, I went to the lounge and sat on a sofa to watch TV for a while. The staff asked if I wanted a pedicure or foot massage, but I declined because I really didn't want anyone touching me anymore :-). At that moment, I thought I should share this experience with that netizen from Beijing. Oh right, I have her phone number! I rushed to the changing room to grab my phone book and cell phone, then went back to the lounge and found a corner sofa to try calling.

I found her. She later told me that Xiao Na was a top-notch massage therapist, but with the fierce competition in the bathhouse industry these days, professional masseuses like her weren't hard to find. It's just that the way Xiao Na pressed herself against me wasn't something everyone could do.

I called this Beijing friend from the bathhouse's rest area. We hadn't been in touch for a while, but thankfully the number was the same. She was very surprised to hear I was in Beijing. I told her, somewhat smugly, that I was at the bathhouse she recommended, had just enjoyed a service, and was relaxing. She immediately asked, "Did you do 'that'?" I said, "What do you think?" "A North American Girl's Experience with Gay Massage in China (Part 5) This netizen's name contains the character 'Mei,' so I call her Sister Mei. When we first contacted each other, I thought she was only in her twenties, but later I found out she was already thirty-six. She was born and raised in Beijing and works as a manager in a foreign company. She's well-traveled, has a cheerful and outgoing personality, and isn't reserved at all. Maybe only women like her are so open and fun-loving. Sister Mei continued, 'You're really amazing, coming back from faraway Canada to venture into Beijing alone, and you dare to be so adventurous!' I said, 'Don't joke around, I only learned about it from you, otherwise I wouldn't know where to start.' Sister Mei laughed and said, 'I'm just afraid I'll lead you astray, not only spending money but also not wanting a boyfriend anymore.' I said, 'That won't happen, physical labor still needs a man.'"

"I felt really bad after saying that, probably because I was 'relaxed' earlier, 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's appearance was average, but she had a cheerful face and was always smiling. She was quite tall, about 1.67 meters, with a well-proportioned figure, neither fat nor thin, but she had a bit of a potbelly, which was probably unavoidable, considering she's already a mother. She said..." As people get older, they tend to go to beauty and fitness centers more, so she gets a lot of oil massages and has some experience. I asked her how she started getting "that kind" of oil massages, and 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 proactive ones, 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 here that could do it so well. She asked me for Xiao Na's employee number, and after I told her, she thought for a long time but couldn't remember it, saying that she hadn't been to that place in a while. "So where have you been going lately?" "Now, if I'm not busy, I go to a women's club about once or twice a week. It's all women, 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 guests, all offer this service; you just mention it and they'll do it. Besides beauty massages, this club actually has everything—dining, swimming, fitness, shaking, tennis, badminton, etc.—it's a large entertainment center. Sister Mei believes that most women who go there will get an oil massage to relax if they have the money, but only a small percentage will actually get a full-service massage. After all, if it's a physiological need, just go to your husband; not all women enjoy this kind of same-sex oil massage.'" "Aren't there any men?" "No, men aren't allowed in, and generally, female guests don't want to be massaged by strange men." "Sister Mei saw how interested I was and said she could take me. She's a platinum member and knows the people there well, so it's okay for her to bring people in for free occasionally. I arranged to go with her on Saturday afternoon. Actually, we talked about a lot of other things, like what Canada is like, whether I should become a returnee, etc. The massage was just a side note.

This was Wednesday. On Thursday and Friday, I called Sister Mei every day to chat for a while. After lunch on Saturday, she drove to pick me up to go to the club. She said beforehand that we could swim and play ball, but I didn't need to prepare anything, as everything was provided there. 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 its entrance isn't very large. The sign reads "XX Women's Fitness and Entertainment Center" in gold lettering, with a sign outside saying "Men Not Allowed." Sister Mei seemed to know everyone inside well, greeting everyone. At the counter, they gave me a visitor's locker key bracelet; members like Sister Mei already have their own designated lockers. Walking inside, I found it to be quite large, disproportionate to its entrance. Further along, there were all sorts of sports facilities, a restaurant, and a training room—everything you could want.

Before coming, because I mentioned wanting to swim, Sister Mei said I didn't need to prepare anything, and I assumed the members here swam naked since there were no men. After passing the swimming pool, I realized that even in this all-women's club, the women were somewhat embarrassed to swim completely naked. However, most of the swimsuits were bikinis, revealing more than in the outside pool. Occasionally, a few people would take off their bras and swim shirtless. Outside the pool, there was a jacuzzi, some kind of hot spring bubble bath, where some people would also take off their bras after swimming. But I haven't seen anyone completely naked yet :-) When we got to the pool counter, Sister Mei said that as a platinum member, she could get a regular-quality swimsuit every year, but she always wore her own. She suggested I get one instead, and picked one out from the counter.

This club seems to be for wealthy women. The members were mostly older, and many were pampered and delicate. Besides the good facilities, the service was also excellent. Swimming rings, inflatable mats, bathrobes, towels, drinks, and cookies were readily available by the pool. There were ladies offering drinks that required an extra charge.

We swam for half a day, chatting in the jacuzzi (we were alone, so we generously took off our tops and soaked in the water – it was very comfortable, considering how awkward it is to soak in a bath while wearing a swimsuit). After showering, we put on bathrobes, and Sister Mei first took me to get a back massage: this was different from the beauty massage place, it was a large open room where guests wore bathrobes and the staff gave them a simple body massage and back massage to relieve muscle tension, a kind of exercise massage. Sister Mei is really in good shape; I was already tired from swimming, but she still wanted to do a body shaping exercise, so I waited for her in the lounge, watching TV and reading magazines. She came back about forty minutes later, her face flushed and panting. She told me to wait while she went to shower and get a 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 badminton clothes and shoes according to my size. I asked how much it cost, and she said it didn't matter. After changing back in the changing room, we went to play badminton. I played until I was completely soaked, my eyes were so wet with sweat I could barely open them, and I wanted to lie down and not get up, but Sister Mei still seemed to want more. I said, "Sister, please spare me!" She said, "

You're so young, you can't even beat me? No way!" Only after my persistent pleading did she agree 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 boss must be rich!"

Now it was time to "get down to business." We went into the club's sauna, beauty, and massage center, and went to the sauna first. Just to clarify, the beauty area is connected to the swimming pool; the showers, changing rooms, and rest areas are all in the middle, 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 large; we spread out towels, lay down on either side, opened our bodies, 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 she could pick one for me according to their numbers, asking what type I liked. I thought for a moment and said, "At least don't be too ugly, and a bit younger, please." Sister Mei said no problem.

We took a shower and drank some water, then Sister Mei took me to the beauty and massage area. The manager there was a tall, thin woman with short hair, looking very capable. She greeted Sister Mei as soon as she saw her. Sister Mei pulled her aside and whispered a few words in her ear. 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. It might even be a little smaller, but it had its own ensuite bathroom, which made it 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, still somewhat youthful, and very fair-skinned. 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 ever done this for Sister Mei. She said yes, Sister Mei was a regular here. 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 to my lower body, already teasing my buttocks with her fingers, all the way to my genitals. It seemed the girls here were quite skilled.

Then, number 99 straddled me, her hands moving from my shoulders down my back and waist, before giving my buttocks a firm massage. Unlike a bathhouse, this place 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.

A North American girl's same-sex massage experience upon returning home (Part 6) Like Xiao Na, number 99 massaged my buttocks with her breasts, then she straddled me again and made 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 both hands, supporting her body, and rubbed her breasts against mine. It felt wonderful, especially when she brushed her nipples against mine. After the breast massage, Number 99 got off the bed and massaged my upper body. She must have been very experienced, knowing exactly what women liked; her massages of my shoulders, chest, and breasts were spot-on. For example, when massaging my breasts, she would grasp them firmly 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 something from her, she would continue in that way. By the time she did this, my lower body was soaking wet, my body started trembling, and my moans grew louder. Just like with Xiao Na, I couldn't resist touching Number 99's naked upper body. Unlike Xiao Na, Number 99 seemed to enjoy it; when I touched her nipples, she closed her eyes and moaned, making "oh, oh" sounds. But I could tell that this was her profession :-). Speaking of which, her body was prettier than Xiaona's; besides her beautiful breasts, her stomach was flat, her waist was slim, and her curves were obvious. I asked her if she had ever done this for 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 people never do it and don't even know that others do.

There was one more thing Xiaona hadn't done. Number 99, while massaging my nipples, noticed they were very sensitive and suddenly bent down to lick them! She licked and sucked one of my nipples like a man, while playing with the other with her hand. This was different from just touching with her hand; it immediately aroused me! I started to lose control! Seeing that I liked it, Number 99 kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged her and groped 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, simply slipping my hand inside her shorts, touching her buttocks, and moving around to the front to touch her "little sister." She didn't flinch, and in fact, when I was feeling very good myself, I couldn't possibly have bothered to carefully touch her.

Before the final "ending," Number 99 subtly extended her finger and asked, "Want 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 saw my sensitive nipples, she left her left hand on my chest, while her right hand first massaged my entire genitals with the palm of her hand, then her index and middle fingers massaged my clitoris, while her ring and little fingers teased the vaginal opening. When I was almost climaxing, she had me rest my head on her left arm, essentially embracing each other, and lowered her head to suck on my nipples, while her right hand simultaneously increased the speed of teasing my clitoris. I reached climax while holding her. This tight embrace during orgasm felt like sex again, and the orgasm was more solid. I could feel my genitals trembling violently, like they were "banging"!

After I got high, I clung tightly to Number 99. 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 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 experiences in the lounge. This time, since we had 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 massages, the leg massages were rushed, and she didn't press herself against me, but her overall attitude was good. She licked my nipples and didn't mind me touching her, making me feel more natural. I guess they each have their own merits.

After hearing my "report," Sister Mei said that some of the girls here can massage anuses, and some can't, unless you ask yourself. I asked Sister Mei, "Do you ever touch her in return?" Sister Mei laughed and said, "Sometimes when I'm too excited, I do." 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 on the lips, though she herself would be embarrassed to do that. I asked if any girls kissed each other on the genitals, 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 there's no such thing as a free lunch. Sister Mei suggested that I give number 99 a generous tip.

(I forgot to mention, you're not allowed to haggle for tips here, but there's a basic tip to be given when paying the bill, and customers usually give more depending on the situation. Apparently, they usually give more, otherwise these rich women feel embarrassed). If Sister Mei hadn't invited me here, and I wasn't the only one paying the tip, I really wouldn't have wanted to give so much.

On the way back, I remarked in the car that although massages are very comfortable, they must make a lot of money. Sister Mei laughed and said, "Yeah, it's just a pair of hands, right? If we're talking about same-sex massages, we could do it ourselves without paying, but we're clumsy and don't have their professional training!" I thought she had a point. Friends could certainly massage each other; there's no professional aspect, and it would be more natural. But firstly, we wouldn't know how to do it, and secondly, with our homosexual tendencies, it would feel a bit strange. Unless it was a very generous friend like Sister Mei, haha. So I said, "I'm out of money for more, but maybe one day we can massage each other!" Sister Mei laughed and said, "Okay, we'll see."

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