Excerpt, Women's Oil Massage

After reading articles about oil massage for a while, I found the various sensations described in them a bit unbelievable. Finally, I had the opportunity to go on a business trip and mustered up the courage to try it myself. It made me believe what those articles described, and my experience was even more intense than they described. When I was almost at my destination, I made an appointment with him to come to my hotel that evening. After a busy day, evening finally arrived. As the time slowly approached, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Although I had read many articles about it before, it was my first time, so it was impossible not to be nervous. While waiting, I called my husband, who said that as long as I felt like it, I could try it, but I should be careful! Hehe! I was really nervous.
A moment later, the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly straightened my clothes and went to open the door. After confirming his identity, I opened the door and saw how tall he was—a very tall, robust man. I didn't dare look any longer and quickly lowered my head, returning to the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I didn't know what to say. He took the initiative to speak to me. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was polite small talk. After a while, he said to me, "Go take a shower." I was incredibly nervous after going into the bathroom. I quickly took a shower and came out! He looked at me and laughed, saying, "Why are you still dressed? Just wrap yourself in a towel!" I didn't say anything at the time. He went to the bathroom and got a large towel, which he spread on the bed. I lay down on it, burying my head in the pillow. My mind was blank. I could only hear him getting something—it sounded like a glass bottle; I guessed it was essential oil. After a while, it seemed the preparations were complete. He walked to the bedside, patted my head, and told me to relax. I didn't say anything, but I felt him put his hand on my waist and slowly push up my tank top, saying, "Take it off, it'll feel more comfortable." I didn't say anything, just slightly raised my body, and he took off my tank top. I hadn't worn a bra after showering, so my upper body was completely exposed. The room was very quiet at this point; I could almost hear my own heartbeat. He probably realized this too, so he turned on the TV, and finally there was some sound in the room. I relaxed a bit more. He moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked my hair and told me to relax. I took a deep breath. Suddenly, I felt a slight coolness, like something dripping onto my back. Then he started stroking my back with his hands. I knew he was applying essential oil. He did this several times, and then I felt his two large hands massaging oil into my back. My body is small, so his two large hands completely covered my back. It felt so comfortable. He asked if it hurt, and I said it was okay. He continued massaging up and down for a while, then started massaging my shoulders on both sides of my neck. He said that the trapezius muscles are the most overworked muscles. He massaged, shook, and kneaded them. After all this, my shoulders immediately felt much more relaxed. Then he started pushing along both sides of my spine, and then massaged my lower back. It felt really good, and I was happy with my decision. Next, he began making large circles on my back, pushing from my shoulders to my waist, and then from my sides up to my armpits. I felt his fingertips touching the edge of my genitals. He kept circling like this, and with each circle, his hand moved a little lower down. I started to get nervous again, feeling like his hand was about to touch my genitals. I couldn't help but feel excited. I slightly raised my upper body, hoping to make it easier for his hand to touch me. Just as he was about to touch my genitals, he withdrew his hand and walked to my feet, feeling a little disappointed. He started massaging my legs, first putting a few drops of essential oil on the back of my calves and then massaging them, even giving me a few foot massages. After massaging my calves for a while, he started massaging my thighs. Because I was still wearing a bra, he seemed quite careful, probably afraid of getting my bra dirty. He started from the outside of my thighs, massaging back and forth, then slowly moving inwards. After a while, I felt his hand reach the inner part of my thigh, and I started to tense up again. His hand slowly moved to the inner side of my thigh, and he started massaging behind my knee, all the way down to the groin. I held my breath, feeling the hairs on my body standing on end. He continued to massage very slowly back and forth, and every time he got close to the groin, I felt a little suffocated. Then, suddenly, his hand touched the groin of my thigh. He started shaking, and I felt like I was being electrocuted. After shaking for a while, I started sweating. He then started teasing my inner thighs with his fingertips, making my legs feel itchy, both comfortable and uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt his fingertips unconsciously brush against my clitoris through my vulva. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body and instinctively tightened my legs. He then pushed against my inner thighs, slowly spreading my legs a little wider. I started hoping he would touch my vulva. Suddenly, I felt two of his fingers touch my vulva. I felt a little suffocated. He started massaging my vulva with his thumb through my vulva, slowly and gently, it felt so good. I felt my lower body slowly becoming wet. Then I started to think about taking off my body covering. He seemed to know what I was thinking and helped me remove it. His movements were so slow, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. Now I was completely naked, lying face down on the bed. He dimmed the lights, and a strange feeling began to stir within me. He started massaging my buttocks. He sat on the bed, placed my legs on his, applied oil to my buttocks, and began to massage. The moment his touch touched my skin, I instinctively tensed up. He gently touched my buttocks and told me to relax, but how could I relax? He started chatting with me, saying my skin was nice, neither dry nor oily, and that my buttocks were shapely and perky. I felt secretly pleased. My figure was what I was most satisfied with. While we chatted, he massaged me, sometimes pushing, sometimes pinching, sometimes shaking. It felt so good, and my mood gradually relaxed. Just as I relaxed, he dripped a few drops of oil into the groove between my buttocks and slowly slid his fingers down, until they reached my... He gently massaged my groin, holding my breath. After a while, he started sliding down, almost touching my clitoris, but he stopped. This happened several times. I started to get anxious, hoping he would touch my clitoris. Then he slid up my inner thigh, and I could feel the pubic hair touching his hand. I gently swayed my hips, trying to signal him. He slid down again, all the way to my clitoris, and gently placed his fingers on it without moving. This time there was no barrier, and I could feel his warm fingers. I was already... He couldn't hold back any longer. He paused for a moment and then began to gently rub my [censored], the movements so light it was almost imperceptible, yet I could feel something rubbing inside. After a while, he blew hot breath onto my [censored], and I immediately felt more and more fluid flowing out. He slowly inserted his fingers, very slowly, as if afraid of hurting me. After a while, his fingers were all the way in. His hands seemed quite long, and his fingers remained still inside. By this time, I was already aroused. I hoped he would move, and his fingers began to tremble slowly, in waves, like the pulse massager in my house. The tremors gradually increased in amplitude and the intervals between them became shorter. At first, I could hold back my moans, but now I couldn't resist anymore and let out a soft cry. That one sound seemed to awaken him; his tremors became more intense, my moans grew louder, and I became increasingly wet. Then he took his hand out, and when he put it back in, his fingers seemed a little thicker. He had put two fingers inside. I felt a swelling down there, but his fingers didn't feel rough at all; there was no chafing. His two fingers inside me trembled, rotated, and twitched. His other hand gently pressed on my clitoris. I felt like I was going crazy; the feeling was indescribable. My mind went blank, my body was stiff, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had seen those kinds of clitoris devices at a friend's house before, although I hadn't tried them. However, I firmly believed that machines couldn't compare to human hands; human hands possess a kind of spirit. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt a spasm in my lower body, and I experienced my first orgasm. I gripped his legs tightly, signaling him to stop. He withdrew his hands and began teasing my vulva. Seeing my breathing gradually calm down, he started the second round. Having experienced the first round, I was much more comfortable in the second, no longer tense, and tried my best to cooperate, slightly raising my buttocks to facilitate his hand movements. The second round seemed even more intense than the first; my lower body felt like it was being electrocuted. I truly didn't know how he had developed such skill with his hands. And so, my second orgasm arrived. By this time, I had completely lost my shyness, shouting loudly to enjoy the climax. I felt utterly exhausted. After resting for a while, a third orgasm, seemingly even stronger than before, came. I had never experienced three consecutive orgasms. I felt like I had passed out, lying motionless on the bed.

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