My First Full Body Massage (Part 1)

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This happened after the Spring Festival this year, and it's been on my mind lately, constantly replaying in my thoughts. I'm writing it down now.
During the Spring Festival, I went home for the holidays and was separated from my husband for over a month. We chatted on WeChat every day, and I missed him terribly. But he was very busy and couldn't come to see me. That feeling of being apart was so
painful. Many times, I could satisfy myself by masturbating during video calls, but the emptiness after the orgasm was unbearable. I understood the struggles of long-distance relationships.
That morning, I video-chatted with my husband and really wanted to have sex. Later, with his encouragement, I masturbated with a vibrator until I orgasmed many times…
But after the orgasm, I immediately fell into a world of emptiness, and I felt very irritable and wanted to get angry. Around noon, my shoulders and neck were very uncomfortable, so I wanted to get a massage to relax. I made an appointment with
Mr. Li at a good massage parlor near my home.
Don't get the wrong idea, it's not some shady place; it's a very reputable physiotherapy massage parlor, quite famous in our area. The masseuses are all in their forties, and all my friends recommend it.
And there weren't any prostitutes or gigolos there, as people might imagine.
Around 5 PM, I arrived and went to see Master Li in his office; he had been promoted to vice president. Master Li was in his forties, not very talkative, the typical middle-aged man. We chatted for a while in his office, and I mentioned my recent shoulder and neck problems. He
said it was because I'd been working with my head down and playing on my phone for too long, and that a good massage would relieve the pain. He told me to get ready while he went to give another customer a half-hour
massage. Then he had a female attendant lead me to a room to change.
In the room, the attendant showed me a menu and asked me to choose a massage service and time. She said they were having a promotion: platinum members who had a two-hour massage would receive a free full-body massage or foot massage worth 1280 yuan. I didn't think much of it at the time; a full-body massage sounded good, relaxing, and it was a good deal, so I chose the full-body massage.
At the time, I didn't really know what a full-body massage was, and I'd never had one before; I just thought it was a regular massage and didn't think much of it.
After she left, she brought me clothes a while later and told me to change. She also changed the sheet on the massage bed with a new one. Then she told me to wait a moment, closed the door, and left.
While changing, I noticed it was different from my usual massages: normally they change into a robe-like garment, but this time it was a large towel, along with a set of disposable cotton underwear and a bra—actually, not a bra, but a small vest. I hesitated for a moment, not understanding why
I had to change into these clothes. The underwear was especially small, only slightly larger than a thong. I thought about texting my husband to ask if it was safe, but then I figured so many people get full-body massages, it must be like this, and if I told my husband, he'd worry, so I gave up the idea and changed.
I lay on the bed playing on my phone.
About twenty minutes later, someone knocked on the door, and a younger man came in, wearing a white uniform and carrying a massage tool bag. I realized it was a massage therapist I'd never seen before. Plus, I was only wearing a large towel, so I felt very embarrassed and confused. I asked why it wasn't Master Li massaging me. He said that Master Li
was more professional at massaging the shoulders and neck, and didn't do full-body massages. I chose a full-body massage, which is why he was the one to do it.
I was nervous after understanding this, but thinking it was just a massage, I didn't think much of it, though my heart was still racing. After all, I was dressed so scantily and exposed in front of a strange man, which made me very nervous.
He noticed my nervousness and chatted with me while preparing things. He was very humorous and his voice was very friendly, which gradually eased my nervousness.
Then he said we could begin, starting with a two-hour session of foot, shoulder, and neck massage, followed by a full-body massage. Then he asked me to hand him my phone and put it on the table.
His technique was good; I felt very comfortable during the two hours, but not as good as Master Li. We chatted while he massaged me, talking about my discomfort and symptoms. He could offer some helpful remedies, though not as
professional as Master Li, but overall it was still good.
The two hours seemed to pass quickly. He told me to relax for a while while he prepared the essential oils and then left the room.
I was chatting with my best friend while lying on the massage table, telling her that this massage parlor was great, very effective, and made my shoulders and neck feel much better. My friend said it was the safest massage parlor in our area, with good service, no shady practices, and they didn't always try to sell me anything. Her family also regularly got massages there. As we were talking, the masseur came in and said we could start.
So I lay down on the massage table as instructed and waited for his massage.
He said to set a timer for one hour, and if I felt uncomfortable, we could stop, and if I felt comfortable, we could extend it.
He started with my feet, warming his hands and heating the massage oil, making the massage very comfortable and relaxing.
He started with my toes, slowly massaging down to the instep and ankle, then cupped my feet in his hands and massaged them. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before, like being caressed rather than massaged. Gradually, I felt an electric current running from my toes up my legs.
He didn't say anything, just quietly massaged me. I felt the room's lights were too bright, too glaring, so I asked him to dim them. He turned off the main light, leaving only a floor lamp. The room's lighting was soft and relaxing.
His hand began to stroke my calves, gently moving back and forth. I actually hoped he would move upwards, stroking my thighs...
I don't know how he knew what I was thinking, but suddenly he moved to the side of the bed and started massaging my knees. Then, abruptly, he placed his hand on my thigh. When his hand touched my thigh, my heart skipped a beat—a kind of fluttering feeling, like desire...
While stroking my thigh, he started chatting with me, saying my legs were straight and full, my skin smooth and very elastic. He asked if I worked out often, and I started talking to him about my daily life, how I exercise, and how I take care of my skin. We chatted easily.
When he reached the middle of my thigh, right at the edge of the large towel, he politely asked if I wanted to continue massaging upwards. He said if I minded, he would massage outside the towel, but the effect would be less.
I thought for a moment that if I lifted the towel, my body would be exposed to him, and if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to enjoy the feeling of his touch. I had mixed feelings. But then I thought about how we were talking, and that he wasn't some kind of erotic masseur. I thought about how so many women come here for full-body massages, and I'm a woman too, so why should I be
reserved? I told him to continue, that I didn't mind.
After getting his permission, he slipped his hand under the towel and started moving it over my thighs, reminding me of the first time my husband touched me...
I thought the masseur would continue massaging towards my inner thighs, but he didn't. He just massaged my thighs normally, and I actually wanted him to massage further in...
After a while, he said he was going to massage my upper body and needed to lift the towel. At that moment, I felt more anticipation than shyness. But when he lifted the towel, feeling my body completely exposed in front of him, I still felt very shy. My face turned red instantly, and I didn't know what to do next. I didn't dare look at him, so I closed my eyes and waited for his massage.
The waiting was agonizing. It felt like an eternity had passed, and he still hadn't made a sound. I felt like he was staring at my body, and I didn't dare open my eyes to look at him.
Then he said, "Are you shy? Should we turn off the light? That would feel more natural."
I nodded, and then the room went dark. Opening my eyes, I saw only a sliver of light coming through the curtains, enough to vaguely make out his figure.
He lit a candle and placed it by the window; the candlelight shone on me, creating a beautiful effect…
He began to massage! Starting with my toes, he moved upwards, gently stroking my insteps, ankles, and then my calves, circling my knees and gently massaging my groin. He slowly moved up my thighs, circling them, always returning to my calves only when he reached my groin. I wanted him to press his large, hot hands against my genitals when he reached my groin, but he stubbornly refused.
Then he climbed onto the massage bed, knelt on it, spread my legs, and placed my feet on his thighs. I could feel how firm his thighs were. He continued massaging my thighs, always avoiding my groin, stroking my hips, massaging my abdomen, and then returning to my thighs.
He aroused my desire! I really wanted to touch his genitals with my foot to see if his penis was as firm as his thighs. I especially hoped he would touch my vulva with his hand; I could feel that I was wet down there...
He noticed my desire and placed my foot on his crotch! Through his pants, I could feel his very hard and large penis, throbbing and pulsating with my heartbeat... "
Beautiful lady, let me massage your buttocks. Turn over!"
I don't know why, but I did as he asked and turned over onto my stomach on the bed, completely ignoring the fact that I only had my panties tightly pulled up in my crotch, leaving my buttocks completely exposed for him to see. Actually, at that moment, I was hoping he would touch my buttocks... "
Your buttocks are so beautiful! Wide hips, big, round, and perky buttocks. Your waist is short; you have the figure of a foreign woman. So beautiful, the most beautiful figure I've ever seen..."
He said sweet words while massaging my thighs, slowly moving towards my buttocks. When his hand completely covered my buttocks, I shuddered. It was so stimulating! I was almost naked, letting a strange man touch me like this! No one has ever seen my body except my husband!

I was excited! I stuck my butt out high so he could touch me. Each time, he would massage both sides, then gently brush his thumb across my anus. Every time his thumb brushed across my anus, I would shudder, and then stick my butt out even higher, hoping his thumb would touch my labia…
At this point, he asked if I was aroused. I nodded, and he said it was normal, that women feel this way during massages, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He said I should relax so I could properly absorb the oil and my skin would look better.

Suddenly, he said, “Beautiful lady, can I massage your genitals?”

I just nodded. He said, “Then I’m going to start massaging down there. Your heart will race, you’ll feel desire, that’s normal. Don’t control yourself, just go with your body.”
His fingers pressed against the edge of my vagina, while another finger roamed over my buttocks. He said, "
Beautiful lady, you're already wet down there, your panties are soaked. I can feel the heat and slipperiness down there. Your anus is sucking on my fingers. Now I want you to kneel on the bed, stick your butt out high, and I'll give you a good massage."
And I actually did as he said! I couldn't stop, eagerly anticipating his touch.
My husband always said I was most sexy, the most beautiful in the world, when I stuck my butt out. I never expected to do that to a strange man!
I was hoping he would touch me, but instead, he knelt on the bed, pressed close to my body, and started stroking my back, like he was making love from behind. He slipped his hand inside my tank top, slowly moving down until he grabbed my breasts, squeezing them tightly and kneading them forcefully. His large, hard penis rubbed against my genitals through the thin fabric, circling at the entrance of my vagina. When I arched my back, he would pull away, making me arch my back even more eagerly.
He lay on my back, breathing hot air into my ear, kneading my breasts, his penis rubbing against my vaginal opening. My heart burned like fire, wanting to consume the whole world.
Suddenly, the timer rang, and he got off me, saying it was time and he had to serve other customers. At that moment, I wanted to devour him whole; I didn't want to stop. I told him, "No, one more hour! Let others serve the other customers. You're mine today!" I don't know
why I was so domineering; I just didn't want him to leave, I wanted to continue enjoying his massage and caresses...
He said, "Okay, I'll go to the front desk and tell them. You rest for a bit, I'll be right back."
After he left, I started touching myself, recalling his caresses, his scent. My desire grew stronger, and I slipped my fingers inside my underwear...
My lower body was completely soaked, very wet and slippery. I massaged my clitoris and inserted another finger into my vagina, fantasizing that he was fucking me with his hard, hot penis...
At that moment, he came back and turned on the light. I didn't stop masturbating, but I didn't dare open my eyes to look at him. He walked to the bedside and said, "Let's massage your breasts. Massaging your breasts now will make them bigger and firmer." I lay flat on the bed as he asked. He stood at the head of the bed, lowered his head, and massaged my shoulders, slowly sliding towards my breasts. When his hands completely covered my breasts, I orgasmed, feeling my vagina tightly gripping my fingers... It
was the first time I had masturbated in front of a strange man, having my breasts touched by him, looking at his handsome face. I felt like I was melting. It was a heartbeat and pleasure that my husband had never given me, stimulating, tense, shy, and also yearning.
He continued to massage my breasts, slowly bringing his penis closer to my head. I could feel his penis pressing against my head, very hard. I wanted to touch it. The desire that had subsided after my climax returned. He noticed and asked if I enjoyed it. He asked if I wanted to try a more comfortable massage. I didn't care about comfort at all; all I wanted was for him to give me another orgasm.

"Beautiful lady, take off your clothes. It's sticky and uncomfortable like this."

I sat up on the bed and took off my tank top and underwear in front of him. I noticed his eyes were full of desire as he watched me undress. I also realized how handsome and charming he was.
He told me to kneel on the bed, stick my butt out, and spread my legs, which I did. Then he went to the foot of the bed, got on, and started massaging my feet, but his head was always very close to my buttocks. I could feel him staring at my buttocks and my genitals. I felt shy, but I wanted him to lick me, so I tried to stick my butt out as much as possible. He noticed my desire but ignored me and continued massaging my feet and calves.
I longed for him to touch my genitals, insert his fingers, suck on my clitoris, lick my anus with his tongue, and thrust his penis inside me.
Then he asked, "How many men have you had? You seem so inexperienced."
I told him, "Only one man, my husband."
Sensing his excitement at the answer, he increased the pressure of his massage and began stroking upwards along my thighs.
Suddenly, his fingers pressed against my clitoris, and his mouth pressed against my buttocks, gently kissing them. I orgasmed again, my body convulsing. This was the first time a man other than my husband had kissed my buttocks and touched my clitoris. He didn't stop, moving downwards along my buttocks, licking my anus with his tongue—it was ticklish and incredibly pleasurable. His fingers rubbed against my vaginal opening, and I felt a lot of fluid flowing out. Suddenly, he grabbed my buttocks and took my genitals in his mouth, licking my vaginal opening, labia, and clitoris, rubbing my entire vulva, inserting his tongue into my vagina and licking hard.
His tongue was long, longer than my husband's, very hot, and incredibly skilled at licking. His licking made me want his penis inside me even more. I excitedly swallowed, hoping for a cock in my mouth too.

You want to eat cock, don't you?

He suddenly asked me, and I panicked, but inexplicably nodded. He continued, "I have one here, do you want to eat it?"
I didn't answer, but instead wiggled my buttocks, indicating that I wanted to eat it. He slapped my buttocks: "You little slut, I know you want to eat it. Now you can eat your fill!"
Then he pushed me down onto the bed, and I eagerly got up and knelt on the bed, waiting for his penis. Unexpectedly, he didn't move at all, just sat on the bed watching me. I crawled over and grabbed his penis through his pants. It was so hard, so big and thick.
I eagerly pulled down his pants, and he lifted his buttocks to cooperate with me. When he revealed his penis, I was shocked: a white penis standing erect in the pubic hair, the glans was very large, purplish-red, and covered with a layer of slippery liquid, throbbing. I didn't care about anything else and was about to eat it. He ignored me, took off his pants, spread his legs, and made me crawl over to eat it. I felt like a prostitute, lowering my head and swallowing his penis whole. It
was so big and hard! It filled my mouth, smelling so sweet and fragrant, a strong masculine flavor. I tried my best to swallow his penis all the way down my throat... It
felt so good! A man's penis other than my husband's tastes so good! I could feel his heartbeat. He stroked my hair, one hand grabbing and kneading my breast. But then I suddenly felt a hand stroking my buttocks! He only has two hands, how could he be stroking my buttocks? I spat out his penis, turned my head, and was terrified. Mr. Li was standing by the bed, one hand stroking my buttocks, the other hand stroking his penis, watching us masturbate! I had no idea when he came in!

(I'll stop here for today, my hand hurts)

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