A Thai Massage Experience: Your First Thai Massage

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They were all neatly dressed. Because there were many customers, we were assigned to a room with small cubicles, as the large rooms were already occupied. My wife and I each had a cubicle. They asked us to strip completely naked and change into a black paper thong. It was a bit small, and my wife was a little shocked because it was quite revealing. In Thailand, we had a herbal massage, where we changed into bathrobes, but not like this. Later we realized we had foolishly chosen an oil massage. Of course, you have to be completely naked for an oil massage.
I was afraid of being laughed at for being conservative (Thais love to joke, and I've never mentioned my trip to the Pattaya hotel swimming pool), so I encouraged and urged my wife to take everything off and put on black paper briefs. Then, face down, we lay on the bed. The bed was a kind with a hole for the head and pillows, all lined with non-woven fabric, giving it a hygienic feel. The masseuse came in, and with my face down, she began massaging my meridians, using her full weight to press on my spine and perform skeletal manipulation—to be honest, it was quite comfortable. She started with my left and right feet, moving upwards in sequence. Then, she did something that surprised me a bit: she pulled down my paper briefs, exposing half my buttocks, and began massaging acupoints on my buttocks, thighs, and the tendon below my testicles. She did this on each leg, upper torso, and both arms.
After the massage, she started applying essential oils. The oils were applied by pushing them in, which made it even more comfortable. Then, when she reached the inner thigh area, she spread my thighs apart and began massaging along the inner thighs towards the inner side of my testicles. This actually felt very comfortable and also made me very sensitive.
Although I gradually relaxed, I couldn't help but have erotic fantasies. I was worried that I'd have an erection when I turned over. So I started reciting a Thai mantra to ward off lust, which reduced the swelling in my genitals somewhat. I tried to relax as much as possible, entering a half-asleep, half-awake state, and she started massaging my upper body with oil, so I no longer had to worry about my penis.
After the upper body massage and the rotation of the sacral chakra, she asked me to turn over so I was face up. She then began to massage my feet, calves, thighs, inner thighs, groin, and the area below my testicles with oil. She repeated this many times, and I started to worry that I would get an erection. She touched every inch of my skin, so of course she noticed my muscles were stiff. She said in an accent, "Relax, relax," and continued to massage (this was repeated about twenty times, the entire massage lasting two hours). To distract myself, I started chatting with her and discovered that she spoke excellent Chinese. She said she had been in Taiwan for many years, and I said she had married and moved there. She suddenly became a little annoyed and said, "I came here illegally, I swam here!" I quickly replied, "No, I think you massaged me very well and it felt very comfortable. Your husband must be very happy that you massage so well." She laughed. Her movements became gentler and more meticulous.
The room was dimly lit, which gave me a sense of security as I was almost naked. I was lying face up, and she was carefully stroking and pressing my lower body. There was a hot towel on my head. Throughout the process, I couldn't see her expression, which made all my senses focus on her hands.
Just as she pressed on my groin again, I got an erection, without any impure thoughts. I felt my paper underwear being stretched taut because it was cool. I didn't know if my penis had come out because I couldn't see it, but her movements hesitated for a moment. After about ten seconds, she continued to massage near my erect penis. Perhaps because of the good blood circulation from the massage, I could feel the throbbing of my engorged penis.
Strangely enough, I was initially worried about the embarrassment of my erection, but now I'm completely at ease. She asked a strange question, though: "Sir, do you exercise?"
"Yes, I do ride a bicycle." In addition, she swims in the morning on weekdays and does weight training at the gym attached to her residential community on weekends (another unexpected exposure of her skin here), so although she is not an athlete, she is quite fit.
"No wonder, your muscles and 'flesh' (she probably meant fat) feel so firm and well-proportioned." (She didn't use those two exact Chinese words, but that was the general idea.)
My wife's female instructor spoke a few words in Thai, and my wife laughed. She said, "The person next door said you're about 180cm tall and 80kg, but you have no 'integrity' at all. That's great!" (I don't really understand what she means. Maybe people who are very fat and don't exercise often have cellulite and a feeling of solid fat buildup?)
As we talked, the atmosphere became quite lively. My wife's fair skin, full breasts, and fear of pain were used as topics of praise and jokes, and she laughed and chatted with them. Perhaps because of this, she continued to compliment my figure (I'm actually a bit chubby, but people love to hear compliments anyway). Feeling the warm, gentle touch and hearing the compliments, my body warmed up, I felt lightheaded, and entered a state of arousal, my skin becoming very sensitive. Because I felt so comfortable and happy, my self-control weakened, and I slightly removed the towel covering my eyes, whispering, "You're beautiful too!" Then I gave her a thumbs-up. She smiled silently, but her expression was very happy. Then, when she pressed the acupoint on my "side" (the area where my inner thigh meets my testicles), I cried out and my body trembled. I felt my erect penis touch the back of her hand that was pressing (?). I quickly changed my cry into a laugh (I was afraid my wife would find out), and she cleverly followed up with, "Oh~ you're ticklish, huh? You love your wife so much~" The room was filled with our laughter. (She's definitely an experienced woman.)
As a result, when she switched to pressing the acupoints on the left side, I cried out in pleasure again. At this moment, her warm hand touched my chest, and she leaned closer, saying, "You're too tense; you can't press properly." I picked up the towel, looked at her, and then she stood up and said loudly, "Sir, this is your first time using oil, so relax, relax, and it won't itch anymore. I'm pressing acupoint on your coccyx now, is that okay?" I said, "Sure, no problem."
"Does your wife agree?" she asked.
My wife's voice was muffled as she said "Mmm," so she's probably comfortable and has fallen asleep.
She gestured for me to get up, made a "shh" sign, and told me to leave through a small door (there was another main door leading outwards, and the small door led to each room—a very strange design). In another room, at another table, she gestured for me to lie down. As I lay down, my underwear, soaked with hot oil (probably not pre-ejaculate), became mushy. Then, while getting into bed, I caught the corner of the trolley table with the essential oil, and my underwear tore off, exposing my erect penis completely. My mind raced with wild thoughts about what might happen, but I was at a loss. I stared at her, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." But I didn't cover my penis; I displayed it with a mixture of shame and pride—what was there to hide now? She wore a knowing, almost mocking smile, and gestured for me to lie down properly. My entire body, and my nearly 17cm long, 4.5cm thick erect penis, were thus exposed before her.
She spoke in barely audible Thai, and I said, "Huh?"
She smiled and said, "It's normal for young men to be like this the first time they come for a massage. Let me help you, okay?" Her Thai accent and gentle way of asking left me completely defenseless. I nodded.
She mixed in hot essential oil and applied it all over my body again, pressing on various acupoints. It felt very comfortable, and I remained in a state of comfort and excitement. This time, the massage technique was a little different from before, and the scent of the essential oil was also unique—a mixture of herbal balm, spicy, and cooling aromas. Then, I started sweating, and I could feel her sweating as well.
She applied hot essential oil directly to my penis, stroked it, pressed acupoints under my testicles, and massaged my scrotum. I felt a surge of pleasure that made my whole body tense, but she told me to continue relaxing. I thought of my method for delaying ejaculation, which is to think about other things while doing it, but this time I couldn't do that because this experience was too rare, too new, and too stimulating for me. However, I tried to relax and not focus my attention on my lower abdomen, penis, and buttocks. Her hand strokes were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, gently kneading the junction of the glans and foreskin, and also touching the ridge of the glans, applying a little pressure to push it upwards to the urethral opening, then sliding it downwards to the ridge, and then scraping around the ridge with her fingernail. The slight pain and pleasure blended together, like tasting the Thai delicacy lemon fish—a combination of sour, spicy, and umami flavors.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah," my throat bobbed, and I couldn't help but moan softly, my limbs curling up and trembling slightly. This dense, subtle pleasure wouldn't make me ejaculate immediately, but the waves of pleasure that accumulated over time came one after another, wave after wave; I think I wasn't surfing on the crest of a wave, enjoying extreme pleasure, but rather like the dense foam that overflows after a bottle of beer is opened.
Everything seemed slow, yet the release of pleasure was rapid; I seemed to have entered a world of slow motion, but the speed of my thoughts remained unchanged, and all sensory information, in minute detail, flowed throughout my body, mind, and heart.
I want to ejaculate, but I also don't want to. I want to forever roam this plateau of pleasure.
After seventy repetitions of this, I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I lost all sense of time. My prostatic fluid was as slippery as sweet coconut juice. Suddenly, I felt a different kind of warmth and smoothness. I struggled to open my hazy eyes, and oh my god! She was giving me oral sex! In an instant, not because of pleasure, but because of some inexplicable emotion, welled up from the depths of my heart, reaching deep into my entire body and skin. All the pleasure was like a slow-motion film rewinding to show a thousand flower stamens blooming, exploding from every pore of my body. My soul and energy dissipated like mist.
As soon as her mouth finished cupping my glans, the fountain of life immediately gushed from my urethra, like the earth at its birth, a vast wilderness, with hot springs emerging from the cracks in the ground.
Silence fell, broken only by the sound of breathing. I opened my eyes, smiled at her, and said, "Thank you! It was wonderful! I feel so happy." I took her hand.
She helped me up and led me to the bathroom, asking me to wash away the mess. As she turned to leave, a surge of intense affection welled up within me, and I became so infatuated that I wanted to hug and kiss her.
She chuckled and jumped away, saying, "Time's almost up." I blurted out, "I'll come back to you next time." She just smiled and said she was number two.
After washing up and getting dressed, I returned to my original room. My wife had just finished too; she looked slightly tipsy, her skin flushed. After she finished washing up and getting dressed, we helped each other downstairs and drank some ginger tea. During this time, I kept glancing at Number Two whenever I had the chance. She passed by us with a polite smile. Only then did my pleasure subside, and a sliver of reason enter my mind. I thought to myself: This is her job! She's so professional!
After we settled the bill, it was quite expensive. Back home, that night, my wife seemed to have a breakthrough, and we had sex that was satisfying for both of us. But undeniably, aside from incorporating certain techniques, when I was thrusting, my penis was as hard as iron, and who was she thinking about?

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