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The city I live in has a place called "City Hot Spring" near the outer ring road. As the name suggests, it's actually a sauna.
Normally, I often pass by this place, always in a hurry. Occasionally, I drive by late at night and see the neon lights flashing, which are very tempting. I think to myself that I must go in and take a look when I have time.
As winter sets in, the weather grows colder day by day, and the city is almost completely closed off before midnight.
I just had dinner with some guests from out of town. We got along really well and ended up drinking quite a bit. One of the guests was an older brother I know well. He told me, "We've been out of town for four or five days, and we're all really pent up. We have to let loose tonight, or we'll be crippled!"
To my surprise, after drinking too much, all of them passed out. It took me quite a bit of trouble to get them back to the hotel.
On my way home, I saw those familiar neon lights shining in the cold night wind once again. Those lights felt especially warm to me, and I took advantage of my drunkenness to head straight for them.
Park the car and go inside.
A wave of heat washed over me, instantly dispelling the chill that had enveloped me. A crew-cut young man greeted me warmly:
"Hey, big brother's here, please come in."
"A regular customer, serve him well!" he shouted as he lifted the curtain of the changing room.
This was my first time there, and I've become a "regular"! I guess they recognized the money in my pocket.
The temperature inside was even higher, almost like being at a beach in Sanya, Hainan. I quickly stripped naked, took the cool, damp towel offered by the waiter to wipe my face and neck, and walked naked towards the bathing area.
"Hey, hey, bro. You need to wear swimming trunks; there are unisex underwear underneath."
I'm such a noob, I don't know the ropes, I treated this place like a sauna.
A brand new pair of swimming trunks was handed to me. I glanced at them and saw they were Linings. A pang of guilt shot through me; things here must be expensive. But since I was already inside, I couldn't afford to hesitate. Besides, the alcohol and the heat urged me to quickly change and get out.
Stepping out of the locker room, I felt much refreshed.
Outside is an indoor heated swimming pool, which is waist-shaped with a water bar in the middle; next to it are several small pools with signs that read "flower bath", "bath", "ice bath", "massage bath"...; there is a wooden building with dry sauna, wet sauna and ice sauna; a whole marble wall is about 20 meters long, and in front of it is a row of seated shower rooms.
Swimming, a massage bath, a dry sauna, followed by a cold shower—instantly, you feel refreshed and your whole body feels relaxed. You immediately want to lie down and enjoy a physical massage and relaxation. You can't help but admire how shrewd the owner is; from entering the room, changing clothes to showering, the entire process naturally lures you into the massage room, making it perfectly logical to take a large sum of money from you.
Back in the changing room, I changed into dry pajamas and was led up to the second-floor lounge area.
The central lounge is about 300 square meters and is furnished with sofa beds and several large rear-projection TVs, so you can watch TV from any position.
The place is full of waitresses, all of average height, with neat short hair, wearing miniskirts and tank tops.
As soon as I lay down, the hostess brought me tea, fruit, cigarettes, and a towel. She knelt down to serve me. When she bent down to light my cigarette, I glanced at her, intentionally or unintentionally, and wow, she wasn't wearing a bra; I could even see her nipples.
"Would you like to rest first, sir, or would you like a massage?" the masseuse asked gently.
"It's a rest and a massage at the same time," I said, patting her buttocks.
"Okay! I'll arrange it for you right away. Actually, a massage is a form of relaxation. Please wait a moment, sir." With that, the young lady gently got up and left.
That makes sense. This girl is quite capable.
A woman dressed in a suit and short skirt, with a slender figure and exuding charm, soon came to my side.
"Good evening, brother! May I sit down?" Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with affection, and her voice was melodious.
I nodded and stepped aside to offer my seat.
She sat down in the space around my waist, straightened her skirt, and then adjusted the towel blanket on my body.
"Brother, do you know any girls? How about we find another one today?"
"I know you very well!"
As I spoke, I placed one hand on her beautiful thigh and gently stroked it.
She didn't stop him, but immediately stood up and said, "No... I'm the manager here, I don't know how to give massages, please forgive me, sir."
"What's wrong with you, manager? I'm going to reserve you!" I said arrogantly.
Seeing this, she sat down again, patted my hand, and said softly, "How about I introduce you to someone? I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Later, I'll chat with you and have a late-night snack. Okay?"
I laughed helplessly.
"Number 9, room H," she ordered into the walkie-talkie.
Accompanied by the charming female manager, we left the lounge, passed through several private room doors, and arrived at the H room she mentioned.
"Please come in, brother. I'll be waiting outside." She pushed me into the room and closed the door.
The room was softly lit, the temperature was pleasant, and the air was filled with an unknown floral fragrance. There was a double bed with a hole in the headboard. Several blue and white striped towels of various sizes were placed on the bed. Tea, cigarettes, fruit, a bottle of talcum powder, a box of disinfectant wipes, and a small silver bottle were already placed on the bedside table.
"Hello sir! I am number 9. Would you like me to serve you?" A young lady in a pink robe-like nightgown stood by the bed and bowed deeply to me.
I looked her up and down. She was about 23 years old, with a full figure and a height of about 165cm. She had long, permed hair that draped over her shoulders. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she didn't look vulgar. At first glance, she seemed like a respectable woman, and she made a good first impression.
"You're the one," I said with a firm nod.
"Let me help you take off your clothes." She pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed, lifted my bathrobe and took off the coat hook hanging on the wall, turned around and put her arm around my neck, and I lay down.
The young lady pulled a round stool out from under the bed and sat on my head, then started to sit on it with her hands from the back of my head.
Her technique was gentle yet firm, accurately targeting every acupoint on my head, face, and shoulders. I comfortably closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. For a moment, there was no conversation, only the sounds of our breathing and the light tapping of her massage. I drifted off to sleep without realizing it, only waking up when she massaged my arm.
By this time, she was already sitting up on the bed, her pajamas had been taken off at some point, leaving her in a bikini. My left arm was resting on her smooth thigh.
Seeing that I opened my eyes, she said, "Sir, you've had quite a bit to drink."
"You can smell alcohol."
"A little bit."
"Do you drink alcohol often?" she asked.
"Once you're in the game, you're not in control of your own destiny."
"Drink less if you can. Drinking less is good for your health, but drinking too much is harmful."
The way you're saying that sounds just like my wife.
I moved closer to her and touched her cheek with my right hand. "You're so considerate."
"I hope you're doing well. You can't do anything if you're unwell," she said with a smile. Her appearance was captivating.
"Yeah, without a body, how can you have sex!"
"Oh, you're so naughty!"
"Yeah, they just wanted to cause trouble here."
As I spoke, I pulled down the two cups of her bra, revealing a pair of breasts. Her breasts perfectly complemented her figure and appearance; they were the right size, soft and firm to the touch, clearly untouched. I played with them in rhythm with her massage, sometimes kneading the mounds firmly, sometimes gently pinching the nipples… She began to respond.
"Sir, could you please wait a little longer so I can finish my massage and you can enjoy it a little longer?" she said breathlessly.
"Go ahead and do it! I'm really enjoying it."
My hand brushed across her smooth abdomen, and through the only covering below, I slowly rubbed and massaged her vulva with my thumb and forefinger, exploring her labia majora, labia minora, and clitoris. As she climbed over me to massage the other side, I switched to my left hand and continued. Gradually, it became moist, and vaginal fluid seeped from her opening. I pressed my thumb against the waistband of her panties, pushing it into the opening, and I could feel intermittent spasms.
"Shh..." She shifted her hips comfortably.
This girl has good work ethic. Anyone else would probably have abandoned their duties and finished me off in a couple of minutes. But she didn't stop what she was doing and patiently continued massaging me.
After my persistent harassment, she finally finished the massage from head to toe.
The phone rang.
"It's time, sir. Would you like to extend the time?"
"Add it!" I said immediately.
Why not add it!
After the clock struck again, she took the talcum powder and a small bottle from the bedside table and went to bed.
I lay flat on the bed, stretching out my arms and legs. She patted some talcum powder on my stomach, pulled my shorts down to my penis, revealing quite a bit of pubic hair, and then gently stroked my entire abdomen with both hands. In just a few moments, my penis was erect, and I couldn't help but groan comfortably. A drop of secretion oozed from my urethra, leaving a small dot on my shorts.
"Sir, you're planning to do something bad," she said, feigning ignorance despite having already seen it.
Damn! If you're not doing bad things, are you here to do good things?
She reached into my pants and grasped my erect penis, gently stroking it. "Don't rush! I haven't put any oil on you yet." She started addressing me as "you," as if there was no longer any need for formalities between us.
As she spoke, she told me to lift my buttocks, take off my shorts, and remove my bra. I stood naked in front of her bare upper body.
She picked up the small silver bottle, unscrewed the cap, squeezed out some clear, viscous liquid, applied it to my body, spread my legs apart, knelt between them, and bent down to massage my body from my chest down with her breasts.
I put my hands behind my head and watched her skillful movements.
Her body moved in circles, slowly and rhythmically sliding down to my lower body. Her breasts gently rubbed against my skin, smooth and moist. Her long hair sometimes brushed against my face and sometimes swept across my chest. When she reached my genitals, she cupped my breasts in her hands and rubbed my erect penis between them. Her buttocks were raised high, her face turned towards me, and her bright eyes held a professional, ingratiating look, as if asking me how I felt.
That feeling was absolutely amazing! Need you even ask?
These specially trained women had perfect timing and control. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly stopped, got out of bed, and brought me tea.
"Have a sip of tea, the air conditioning is making the air dry."
My mouth was really dry. I gulped down the glass of iced tea in one go, took a deep breath, and felt indescribably refreshed.
She put down her cup, casually popped a grape into my mouth, and climbed back into bed.
She rolled me over onto my stomach, spread my legs wide and placed them on her thighs, spread my buttocks, and brushed my anus with the ends of her hair—the sensation was exquisite. After a while, she made me lie on my back, still spreading my legs wide and placing them on her thighs, so that my scrotum was almost touching her vulva.
She squeezed some more viscous liquid from the bottle onto her hands, rubbed it evenly, then held my penis in one hand and gently squeezed my scrotum with the other. My penis was slowly rubbed up and down in her circular hand, and my testicles were gently squeezed and kneaded...
Throughout the entire process, neither of us spoke; everything proceeded in silence.
That warm hand gripped my penis, rubbing my foreskin up and down against the glans, her thumb constantly kneading my urethral opening, the frequency increasing; the hand that was stroking my scrotum also reached under my buttocks, her fingers constantly pinching and pressing my anus, and for a moment I felt her oily fingers quietly push a little into my anus.
I gradually became so enraptured that I forgot to strip her naked and pin her to the bed, to climb on her smooth belly and suckle her breasts, or to ride on her head and make her suck my penis, or to spread her legs, pry open her labia and thrust my penis into her wet, juicy hole and pound away...
"Hmph..." I couldn't help but groan repeatedly.
"Ah!" I cried out, arching my back forcefully.
Just before I ejaculated, she quickly buried my penis between her breasts and squeezed it tightly. A stream of hot semen gushed out of my urethra and shot straight into her chest. As my penis trembled with ejaculation, she gently squeezed it with her breasts until I collapsed like a puddle, my limbs weak and unable to move.
She got up, grabbed some disinfectant wipes, and carefully wiped away the oil and sweat from my body. Then she grabbed a towel and wiped the semen off her chest. Then, silently, she lay down beside me, stroking my now limp penis, and whispered gently in my ear:
"Wow, you shot so much! That's awesome!"

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