Heterosexual spa treatments. I'm learning.

After lying down, I watched him skillfully pour three kinds of oil into a large dish, swirling it around until it turned a pale white color and smelled wonderful. I asked him what brand of essential oil it was, and he said it was from Hong Kong, but I couldn't remember the brand now. My heart was pounding, and I had a strong urge to run away. After the man mixed the oil, he asked me where I wanted to start. I closed my eyes and said it was my first time and I didn't know the rules. He chuckled and gently told me that the SPA was a full-body treatment, but assured me that he was the most highly rated masseur this month. I thought, whatever you say, I'm here anyway. At worst, I'll just yell at him and leave.
Then he asked me to take off my robe, perhaps sensing my unease. I was shy, so I only took off my outer robe, still wearing a tube top underneath. I lay face down on the bed. He smiled and told me that this wouldn't be effective, that it wouldn't achieve the full-body treatment. I couldn't exactly stand naked in front of a man, so I ignored him and just lay there.
The man started by putting his hands in the dish, getting oil on them, and gently drizzling the essential oil onto my lower back. It felt incredibly cool; on such a hot day, the coolness was amazing. I sighed. Then, his hands slowly moved across my lower back, back and forth, applying pressure carefully, occasionally asking if I was using enough force. Perhaps because I was still worried, I didn't feel anything at first, thinking this spa was a waste. After about ten minutes, the effects of the essential oil started to kick in, and my lower back gradually felt warm and comfortable. At this point, the man asked if I was worried about getting my strapless top dirty. I was lying comfortably and didn't think twice, saying it was fine. Then, his hands avoided the strapless top on my back and moved to my neck. I didn't expect the feeling to be so amazing; suddenly, it felt incredibly comfortable. His technique was truly excellent; he gently applied the essential oil around my neck, slowly moving it to my armpits, one back and forth at a time, very lightly. I felt very comfortable, and without realizing it, my body warmed up, and the strapless top on my back became damp.
He asked me if I was hot. How could I say I wasn't? I was sweating all over, but it wasn't from the heat; it was from his touch, especially the way he rubbed my armpits. I felt like I'd been electrocuted, and my body went limp. I unconsciously started breathing heavily, not loudly, but it was very quiet in the room, so it was quite noticeable. Then he asked me again, "Shall I take off your tube top?" I didn't answer. I kind of wanted him to help me take it off, but I was also shy and afraid of embarrassing myself. Seeing that I didn't speak, he continued to massage my back. This time, however, he slipped his hands inside my clothes and slowly rotated them around the center of my back. I really liked that feeling; it was so comfortable. After about five or six minutes, I suddenly decided to take off my strapless top. His hands slowly moved towards my breasts, very slowly. Oh my god, I felt that joyful comfort for the first time. I let out a soft hum. He smiled and asked me again, "Do you want to take it off?" I thought to myself, "If my back feels so good, then..." But despite my thoughts, I didn't dare say anything and just nodded.
Then he slowly pulled my strapless top up, perhaps afraid I wouldn't be used to it, so he only pulled it up to my neck, which was enough to expose my upper body. He then increased the speed of his push, his hands sometimes going to my waist and sometimes sliding down to the sides of my breasts. That feeling made me understand what ecstasy was. He had been standing next to the spa bed the whole time. Now he straddled the bed and gently sat a little behind my buttocks, his hands moving up and down my ribs. I was so weak that I couldn't speak, only breathing heavily. But for some reason, I wondered if Xiaoya was experiencing the same thing. About ten minutes later, he started massaging the oil from my feet, slowly, little by little, upwards to my thighs, then downwards, repeating this for about five minutes. During those five minutes, I was beyond breathless; I unconsciously made sounds. He seemed encouraged, becoming more and more vigorous. Suddenly, his hand changed direction—oh my god, the inside of my thighs! Nothing is more sensitive than this. I was lost in the tingling sensation, letting him slowly apply his techniques, very lightly, very slowly, very gently, occasionally touching my genitals. Each touch felt like an electric shock, making me let out a soft moan.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt a cool sensation on my buttocks. I realized he had pulled down my pants without my consent. Ugh, my entire buttocks were exposed to his gaze. I buried my face in the soft pillow, shyly letting him gradually take my sensations to the clouds. I even felt him deliberately touching my genitals, but I didn't want to expose him because I loved the feeling so much. He even encouraged me to spread my legs, maybe sixty degrees, maybe more, I don't know. I only knew my vagina was getting wet, so wet that drops of fluid were sliding down.
He teasingly focused his movements on my inner thighs, repeatedly running his thumb across my labia. I started moaning in my sleep, increasingly hoping he would turn me over. As if reading my mind, he softly asked if I could turn over. I nodded, buried in the pillow. He gently turned me over and removed the strapless top that was pulled up to my neck. Now I was completely naked in front of him. I moaned and closed my eyes, afraid to see his face. He took a soft breath and began to concentrate on his movements. He first poured essential oil on my chest, then slowly spread it across my upper body with his hands. Each movement sent a slight shiver through me; it wasn't just pleasurable, it was visibly stimulating, a stimulation that made me want to be touched.
My breasts involuntarily hardened and became engorged. I knew he must have felt it, because his movements were now focused around my breasts, his palms gently kneading them. I breathed heavily, the intense stimulation making me tremble uncontrollably. I bit my lip hard, afraid I would cry out. But in fact, I was already quite loud, my breathing was so heavy, it was so embarrassing. I clearly felt one of his hands release my grip, scoop up some essential oil, and slowly pour it over my lower abdomen and thighs. I knew clearly that the moment I felt both anticipation and fear had arrived. After turning around, I kept my thighs tightly pressed together, because because I'm small, apart from my pubic hair, he couldn't see my genitals. He used his hands to spread my thighs apart, slowly but firmly. My willpower was already almost gone, and I had no strength left to hold my legs still. Slowly, my thighs were parted, revealing my genitals. I felt my labia open and close involuntarily, twitching. Suddenly, he put his mouth to my ear and said, "Your body is so beautiful, even your private parts are so perfect."
My God, I've been with my boyfriend for over two years, and I've experienced a lot of pleasure with him, but none of that pleasure could compare to the intensity of his soft breath. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip. His left hand had already applied the oil to my lower abdomen, while his right hand was slowly rubbing upwards from the inside of my thigh. These two intense sensations made me suddenly cry out. I no longer had time to hide my composure, and I began to moan... His hand finally touched my vulva, slowly sliding along my labia. My clitoris had already shamelessly exposed itself, erect in his fingers. That was the most sensitive spot. I barely had time to catch my breath before he brought me to orgasm... I had endured this stimulation for too long, and finally it was released. My labia trembled violently. He didn't stop. One hand repeatedly rubbed up and down my clitoris, while the other hand teased the middle of my labia. Luckily, it was covered in oil, otherwise I would have been very wet.
Before my climax had even subsided, I was taken to another realm, a feeling difficult to describe. I had experienced sex before, but this was the first time I had felt such a strange and extremely stimulating pleasure! His hands began to move faster, his entire palm rubbing my private parts rapidly, while the fingers of his other hand circled my clitoris. My whole body trembled, and I gasped for breath, uttering words I couldn't understand. After five or six minutes, I suddenly tensed up and cried out loudly. His hands had brought me to a second climax. I was limp and powerless. At this point, I wouldn't resist anything he did to me. Being brought to two climaxes in a short period of time, I realized for the first time how complete this pleasure could be, like a volcanic eruption.
His hand slowly relaxed, gently kissing my private parts. I groaned as if electrocuted. He licked my clitoris with his tongue. I couldn't take the stimulation anymore, but my body was weak and powerless; I could only gasp for breath. He suddenly asked me if I wanted a real feeling. I shook my head weakly. My last line of defense: I could have an orgasm, I could be naked in front of another boy, but I couldn't do this. He smiled and told me that the rules here didn't allow sexual relations with customers; he meant the vibrator. I shook my head desperately, almost screaming, "I've had two orgasms!" He smiled noncommittally and said that the spa here followed the three-stage principle, meaning that only when a customer experiences a third orgasm can the spa oils reach their maximum effect.
I couldn't argue with him, so I let him take out a male device and a condom from a box. He put the condom on and told me it was absolutely safe. I breathed out, smelling the fragrant essential oils on my body, and let him put his hand on my private parts again. He opened a small bottle, poured some white liquid onto a condom, and easily inserted the device into me. My vagina, still loose from two orgasms, was still loose. He turned on the vibrator and slowly moved in and out, one hand constantly covering my clitoris. What could I do in this situation? Soon, my whole body began to tremble again. I knew my orgasms tonight were destined to come faster and faster. Perhaps he was inexperienced? I could feel his hand moving in and out forcefully, but I felt no pain. On the contrary, I longed for him to use more force and speed up. My legs started to move wildly, and my cries grew louder. Suddenly, he sped up, bringing out a lot of fluid from my vagina. I felt a lot, and I heard the sound of water splashing. Under his movements, I collapsed in less than three minutes, having orgasmed again. This time, my orgasm was accompanied by urine; I wet the bed. I couldn't control my feelings. Afterwards, he told me not to worry, someone would come and take care of it.
And so, a thrilling near-cheating encounter, accompanied by a wonderful spa treatment, became something I'll never forget.

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