First time providing SPA oil massage for a couple (wife).

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December 6 , 2013 , Friday, less than a week after I registered 69 .
A friend added me on QQ ; they were a couple from Shanghai visiting Hangzhou. The husband's name was Lao Zhou (pseudonym). They had been registered on 69 for over a year. The wife was quite shy. Although she agreed to try the swapping game and had met a few couples and single men, she always backed out on the spot. When Lao Zhou saw that my registration information mentioned I offered SPA essential oil massage, he contacted me to ask if I could help him help his wife overcome this obstacle.
I said I would be happy to help, and suggested that I invite them to Longjing Mountain for dinner and tea first, so they could get to know each other and my wife could relax. Old Zhou said that wasn't appropriate. He said that if I didn't mind, he would tell my wife to call the hotel sauna center and ask a masseuse to come to the room to give her a massage, and then ... Old Zhou explained his idea in detail, and I agreed to cooperate with his "development" plan.
At 7 p.m., the agreed time, I waited in the hotel lobby. Old Zhou called about 10 minutes late, pretending to be from the sauna center, asking if I could send a mature, reliable, and older male masseur to give my wife a SPA oil massage. I said yes, please wait a moment. (Later, Old Zhou told me that he persuaded my wife to have a male masseur massage, which took a little longer).
Upon entering the room, Mrs. Zhou was taking a shower. Mr. Zhou, a typical sophisticated Shanghai man in his mid - 40s , shook hands tacitly and then began to set the scene: lighting a plate of Tibetan sandalwood incense, laying out a large bath towel on the bed, mixing massage oil with rose essential oil and body oil, and turning the TV to the hotel's music channel, which was playing John Denver's country music ... Then I took off my coat, leaving me in a short-sleeved T- shirt and underwear. Mr. Zhou had already turned the room's air conditioning up quite warmly.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and soon Mrs. Zhou emerged wrapped in a towel. A beautiful, voluptuous young woman, equally refined, her fair face flushed, whether from the hot water or shyness at the sight of a stranger, made my heart flutter. Composing myself, I greeted her with the air of a waiter, then asked her to lie down on the bed. While chatting softly with her, I gently massaged her forehead and temples. Mrs. Zhou was initially visibly tense, her whole body taut, but slowly … under the soothing influence of sandalwood incense, soft music, and my touch, her mind and body gradually relaxed.
Old Zhou was reading a newspaper on the sofa, glancing at the two of us out of the corner of his eye. I'm sure he didn't read a single word of the newspaper .
I asked Mrs. Zhou to turn over and lie face down on the bed, then removed her bath towel and covered her buttocks. She wasn't wearing a bra, but she was wearing cotton, conservative boxer briefs. I poured essential oil on her back, and she shuddered, letting out a soft "oh." I asked, "Is it too cold?" She said, "No, it feels a little strange ... um ... ?" The "um" at the end told me that she was feeling a bit stimulated and comfortable. I began to slowly massage her from her shoulders, arms, back, to her waist. I sensed that she liked the oily, smooth touch, so I gradually added more essential oil. Her breathing began to rise and fall with the rhythm of my massage: each time I massaged from the midline of her back to her waist, she would exhale and relax her whole body; each time I slid from the sides to her shoulders and deliberately touched her breasts, she would cooperate by slightly raising her upper body, allowing my palms to caress her breasts more, but I could feel her body trembling slightly. Several times my fingers touched her nipples, and she would let out a suppressed but involuntary "whimpering" moan.
I pulled the towel up to cover her back and leaned down to whisper, "Take off your panties, okay? Don't get them dirty with oil." She didn't answer, but obediently lifted her buttocks, and I took the opportunity to pull them off. Like her body, Mrs. Zhou's buttocks were full and elastic, with fair and delicate skin. I couldn't resist placing my palms on her plump buttocks. I poured essential oil on them and slowly massaged from her ankles, calves, thighs to her buttocks. Her legs were kept very close together, but they couldn't hide her slightly dark red vulva. When I pressed the hollows on both sides of her buttocks with my palms (also colloquially known as GaoChao points), she couldn't help but start to moan softly, and her legs began to spread open on their own, revealing pink stamens peeking out from between her plump petals, with a few glistening dewdrops hanging on them. I began to massage her feet in large, but gentle strokes, moving down her thighs and buttocks. Each time I passed her groin, I would "casually" touch that beautiful flower with my fingers. Each time, her whole body would tremble, her buttock muscles would tighten, then relax, and she would let out a soft sigh ...
Old Zhou came over and squatted down by the bedside, asking, "Darling, are you comfortable?"
Mrs. Zhou answered softly, "Hmm ... "
Old Zhou winked at me and gave me the middle finger (a pre-arranged signal meaning we could proceed to the next step, but not sex). Then he said, "You've worked hard, take your time, I'm going to take a bath." He went into the bathroom. The hotel bathroom was separated by glass, with blinds on the inside, which Mrs. Zhou had already drawn while she was showering. I knew that Old Zhou would be secretly watching us through the blinds.
I took off my underwear and poured more essential oil on Mrs. Zhou's buttocks. Then I straddled her, and the two naked buttocks slid together under the influence of the oil. Because Mr. Zhou had moved away, I could clearly feel that Mrs. Zhou's breathing and moans were no longer so suppressed. At this time, my penis was hard and swollen. When I slid, I deliberately pressed against her anus, and she would nervously try to avoid it. After a few rounds, she realized that I wouldn't penetrate her, so her buttocks began to move up and down in rhythm with me, so that each time I slid forward, my penis would brush against her two petals, but never actually penetrate ... Mrs. Zhou's movements became more and more intense, so I stopped in time, lay down, spread her buttocks with both hands, and gently licked her anus with the tip of my tongue. After only 3 or 4 licks, she let out a soft moan, her whole body trembled, and I had an orgasm !
At that moment, I noticed that the bathroom blinds had a small opening, and they were clearly shaking.
I got out of bed and helped her turn over so she was lying on her back. She was completely limp, her face flushed, panting softly as she looked at me with half-closed eyes and a complex smile on her lips. I began massaging her from her shoulders, sides, and stomach, deliberately avoiding her breasts. Mrs. Zhou looked up at me with a smile, pouting her lips. I smiled back; it was a tacit little joke between us. Then, my broad hand caressed her D- cup breasts, my index and middle fingers lightly flicking her nipples. Her hand gripped my arm tightly, it was hard to tell if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer …
I stood in front of her, my hands slowly pushing down to her lower abdomen, my body gradually leaning forward. My penis "accidentally" landed on her face, and suddenly I felt it enveloped in warmth—it was her small mouth, but she just held it in, without making any big movements ...
I moved to her side and applied essential oil to her chest, abdomen, and groin. One hand continued to alternately caress her breasts and nipples, while the other slowly slid towards her genitals. She obediently parted her thighs … Compared to her nipples, she was clearly more focused on and enjoying the caresses of her vulva. I first gently stroked her entire vulva with my palm and fingers, combing her sparse pubic hair. Her hips moved in rhythm with me, and slowly, the rhythm quickened, her breathing becoming rapid … I inserted my fingers, and a warm flow of fluid gushed out. I began to gently move them in and out, gradually switching to two fingers, sometimes slowly but reaching the bottom, sometimes rapidly trembling up and down. She tilted her head back, opening her eyes in surprise, her gaze seeming to say, “How… this is?!” … After a while, she closed her eyes again, enjoying the surging pleasure … But whenever I felt her muscles tighten, I slowed the pace to let her relax, then gradually increased the speed again … allowing her pleasure to build layer upon layer.
I turned to signal to Old Zhou in the bathroom. The blinds moved slightly, and Old Zhou came out, his face flushed. He lay down next to my wife and began to caress her breasts with the hand that had taken over mine. I focused on her clitoris and vagina ... Around the fourth or fifth time , as we approached climax , I signaled to Old Zhou. He got up and mounted me, thrusting his engorged penis into my wife's vagina, pumping violently. After a dozen or so thrusts, we both groaned and reached our peak. During this time, Mrs. Zhou's hand gripped my penis tightly , but she clearly lacked experience; she just held it without moving it. In fact, my penis was starting to hurt from her grip.
The storm had passed, the tide was receding, and Old Zhou and his wife were resting. I went into the bathroom to shower; my body was covered in essential oil, which wasn't easy to wash off. While I was showering, the bathroom door opened, and Mrs. Zhou came in. Without saying a word, she knelt down and took my penis into her mouth , smiling as she looked up at me and began to give me a blowjob … I was grateful, and quickly ejaculated into her mouth. She got up, hugged me, and showered with me, whispering in my ear, "I know, you're not the hotel masseur; he invited you, didn't he?" I didn't know how to answer, just gave a vague smile. She whispered again, "Thank you! I really…liked it… "

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