Female office worker recounts her experience of getting an oil massage

In a residential complex, in an ordinary apartment building, there were no signs at the door, which I liked, since I didn't want anyone, whether I knew them or not, to see that I was there for a massage. The masseur warmly invited me to the massage room (one of the rooms in the apartment). The room had a TV and a bed, which was alright. The masseur asked, "Would you like a full-body massage with oil?" I said yes, and he closed the door and had me sit on the edge of the bed. He was about 25 or 26 years old, fair-skinned, quite handsome, a pretty boy, my type. He had a charming smile.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because I had, after all, come with the intention of seeking "special services," but this discomfort only lasted a second, because I told myself, I'm the customer, and no customer is afraid of a service provider.

Then the masseur smiled and said, "Let me help you change." I stood up, and he unbuttoned my shirt and quickly took it off (including my bra). I felt embarrassed to have him help me take off my pants, so I took off my trousers myself, leaving my underwear on. By then, he had already arranged the pillows and laid out a bath towel, and had me put on a disposable massage suit and lie face down on the bed. After I lay down, he said, "Let me help you take off your underwear," and then pulled it down from behind. This was obviously to avoid the awkwardness of the customer taking off this last piece of clothing. Then he asked me how the air conditioning was, adjusted it, and asked if I wanted to watch TV or listen to music. I chose soft music, and he dimmed the lights before starting the service. In short, he seemed very professional at first.

He started by massaging my back from my shoulders with both hands. He carefully asked if my hands were cold and if the pressure was too heavy. I've had this kind of regular massage many times, so I'm quite used to it. Anyway, it starts with the back and waist, then the buttocks, legs, and feet, then the arms, and then he asks the customer to turn over—it seems like this is the order everywhere. However, because I was now thinking about "touching," I started to think about it in a sexy way, so every time he touched my bare skin with his hands, it felt a little more...something. I found that when a person's mind is set in that direction, it really does feel different. Before he even touched any sensitive areas, it seemed like he had already started doing this, and I started chatting with him. It was just casual conversation. He spoke very pleasantly and cautiously.

I asked him if he had many female customers, and he said not many. I asked if he only served women, and he said yes, they only catered to women. After chatting for a while, we ran out of things to say and just remained silent. His massage was indeed very comfortable; I felt myself getting slightly wet, perhaps out of anticipation. When he told me to turn over, my heart raced because I knew he was going to massage my breasts. At that moment, I felt my face turn slightly red, but thankfully the lighting wasn't strong, so he probably couldn't see it. I immediately closed my eyes after turning over. He covered my genitals with a towel and came to my head… Sure enough, at that moment he asked me, "Is there anything you don't want me to massage?" Out of curiosity, I asked, "What about the other customers?" He said, "Oh, some customers don't want their nipples massaged; those are reserved for their husbands." After saying that, we both laughed heartily. That laugh washed away all the embarrassment. Me: "What about most people?" He said: "It doesn't matter, I just massage everywhere, it's quite comfortable." I said: "I don't mind either." Perhaps it was the passion of facing a stranger of the opposite sex, but the moment his hands slid over my nipples, I actually trembled slightly and made a "sss" sound. The feeling of his skillful hands massaging my nipples was amazing! I believe many women would experience some kind of sexual pleasure at this moment, and might also feel embarrassed, so he said with great experience: "Comfortable, isn't it?

Many people come here, the effect is quite good. People are so tired from work these days, they come here to relax after work..." I now believe what the blog says, because I found that he observes me. He noticed that I really liked his massage of my breasts, so he repeatedly pushed my breasts. After pushing for a while, he used a very comfortable movement: starting from my armpits, his hands rubbed over my breasts and nipples, pushing down along my ribs, all the way to the side of my buttocks, and then flipped back... Then he did it in the opposite direction: starting from my neck, pushing down over my breasts and abdomen, until he touched my pubic hair, and then pulling back from the side. Every time he pushed towards my lower body, I felt excited, my body seemed to be anticipating him to continue... I didn't say anything, this time because I was a little embarrassed to answer. I felt that this time when he pushed, it seemed like he was pushing a little further towards my genitals, as if he was enticing me. Then he did something I didn't expect: his hands stopped on my breasts and he quickly rubbed my nipples with his fingers! It was a very stimulating action. He said, "Feels good, doesn't it?" My expression must have been very strange at that moment. I bit my lip and said, "Mmm." As he continued to caress my nipples, I closed my eyes and simply moaned, because I couldn't control myself. Massaging my nipples was really stimulating; I felt like my brain was working. He continued to slowly rotate and massage my breasts with the palms of his hands.

Because the orgasm of masturbation and the orgasm of sex cannot replace each other; they each have their own merits. Although I have my husband with me in my daily life, he can't give me the same delicate caresses on my skin as these professional massage therapists, making my whole body relax. Psychologically, my husband is the active party, the conqueror; the massage therapist is someone I paid for, someone who serves me. So the male masseur gave me a massage, and there were places my husband couldn't match.

He didn't continue, but went out. Half a minute later he came back with a hot towel, spread it on my body, gently wiped away the oil, and had me turn over and lie face down. I wanted to ask why, but I was too embarrassed, guessing it was just part of the service. I later realized I was right. To ensure repeat customers, they massage for a certain amount of time each time, making the customer feel it's worthwhile. He started with my back, but this time it felt different. His touch was like a lover's, gently caressing and stroking my back and waist… His hands seemed to have more than twenty fingers, as if many fingers covered every nerve ending… He kept touching me, making soft moaning sounds: “Ah…oh…”. I quickly became aroused, feeling even wetter down there, and my genitals unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath me.

Then I heard him take off his shoes, kneel behind me, and massage my buttocks and waist. These are a woman's erogenous zones, and of course he wouldn't miss them. His massage felt so good that I instinctively arched my back. But he didn't immediately stimulate my core. He knelt down slightly, leaned forward, and started with his hands, moving them from my buttocks, down my waist and back, then sliding to my sides, reaching forward to touch my breasts! I couldn't help myself; when he touched my nipples, I made "oh oh" sounds and gasped for breath!

He responded with a few moans of pleasure, continuing to rub my nipples. I felt the nerves in my nipples were directly connected to my brain, the stimulation sending waves of sensation through me, as if my whole body was relaxing, and my lower body was secreting fluids. I unconsciously raised my upper body so he could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily and helplessly twisted, continuing to

moan "mmm." He probably thought my moans were too loud, so he got up, turned up the music, and returned to the original position. Because his caresses of my breasts felt so good, my sensations were focused on my breasts and genitals, and I became less sensitive to my lower back. So, although he was making large circular motions (from my buttocks, waist, back to my breasts, then back down over my abdomen), he mainly focused on my breasts. I must have been quite out of control at that moment: I was groaning with my buttocks sticking out.

He then sat up and gently pressed my lower back. I understood and leaned down. He put some oil on his hands and sprinkled it between my buttocks.

Oh my god, I knew he was probably going to massage my anus, but then I thought, that's unlikely, right? Before I could think any further, his fingers were already there. He was very playful: he used both hands to alternately stroke my buttocks, and every time he passed my anus, I would get excited. With each alternating stroke, the excitement would be a series of throbbing sensations. I guess by then my juices had soaked into the towel. He then spoke: "Feels good, doesn't it?" I didn't speak, just made a soft sound.

He then kept his fingers on my anus, massaging the area around my anus, rotating, and gently wriggling, while his other hand pressed on my buttocks, making me feel so good! She must have known that the customer was enjoying himself at this moment, so his professional moans became louder.

By this time, I had developed some feelings for him, so I blushed and said, "You're only using your hands? Can you use your body to massage me?" He answered expertly, "You mean using your body? Hmm, I'm fine with that, but you'll have to give me an extra XX yuan. This kind of work is physically demanding." I thought, since we've already done it, and it feels so good, I might as well take it.

So I agreed. He pressed down on me from behind, his arms in front of my head… I immediately felt his penis rubbing against my back, tickling me. His professional moans amplified; I don't know how much of it was genuine, but he must have felt good too. He pressed down further, massaging me with his body, asking, "If it's too hard, just say so." I said it was fine, very good. His massage of my back was more comfortable than his hands because the contact area was larger, and it was his sensitive area, giving a more intimate, skin-to-skin feeling. He massaged my back with his body, then gradually moved downwards, circling my buttocks… I felt a little embarrassed at this point, after all, it was genital contact between a man and a woman, but he probably didn't care and continued, teasing me with his penis between my buttocks… I was already on the verge of orgasm, and I became bolder, so I simply said, “Could you massage my buttocks again with your hands?” I made this request because his anal massage felt so good earlier, I felt like I was about to orgasm. He said okay, and massaged my anus like before. I felt “that” coming soon, so I said, “Keep going, don’t stop.” He said, “Okay, I won’t stop,” and he even increased the volume of his moans. I had never orgasmed from anal massage before, and of course, no one had ever caressed my buttocks for so long before touching my genitals, but this time I really did.

My genitals were pressed tightly against the towel, and when he pressed my buttocks with his fingers, I felt my clitoris throbbing—I had orgasmed! I was afraid of making too much noise, so I bit my lip to suppress my moans. After that wave, I was panting and reached down to touch myself: my genitals and the towel below were completely soaked!

"Sister, do you want to rest for a bit?" I said yes, got up, and saw that I was completely naked, and he was also completely naked. He first lifted a corner of the towel to wipe the water from my genitals. I was very embarrassed, but seeing his focused look, I relaxed. Then he gently pulled off the wet towel and put a clean one on. He put on his shirt and got out of bed. (He left for a minute, and I sat naked on the bed, watching the light shine on my oil-stained breasts, making them glisten. I smiled to myself, thinking, I never thought I could play like this. I rarely reach orgasms, but this pretty boy made it easy for me several times. Just thinking about it sent another tingling sensation through my body like an electric current. It felt so good.) He brought me a glass of warm water. "Let's talk," I said, taking the initiative to greet him. I asked, "Have other people done this to me?" He replied, "Rarely." ...He said, "You seem to be enjoying it." Me: "Of course, I haven't felt this good in a long time." Him: "Are you married?"

I thought for a moment and said: "Yes, I'm married, and I feel good with my husband." Him: "Your husband wouldn't do this for you?" Me: "My husband can do it too, but not as well as you." He smiled smugly.

Him: "Do you want more?" Me: "What?" Him: "There's something even more comfortable." I laughed and said: "

I don't want to leave yet." Him: "Okay, I haven't finished the whole thing yet, I didn't expect you to go first..." After resting for a while and listening to some music... he sat next to me, and at first it was a kind of caressing massage, very light. This wasn't really a massage, it was more like teasing. He touched from my shoulders to my buttocks, and I quickly felt something. I asked him if he had done this for Sister *.

He said yes, Sister * was a regular here. I said I was Sister *'s friend, and he said he would definitely take good care of Sister *'s friend.

As he spoke, he massaged down there, and he was already teasing my buttocks with his fingers, all the way to my genitals.

He seemed quite adept at it. Then he straddled me, his hands moving from my shoulders down my back and waist, before giving my buttocks a firm massage. I heard him pull off his only pair of underwear behind me, then lean down, grab my arms, and massage me with his body. His chest was thick and strong, it felt wonderful. He even let out a professional moan.

I deliberately asked him, "Are you comfortable?" He said, "Of course I am, it's comfortable with you, sister.

" I found it a bit suggestive, but he didn't seem to be faking it. He massaged my buttocks with his penis, then, still straddling me, he made me roll over. After I rolled over, he massaged my breasts with his chest.

As Sister * had said, he used his hands to support my arms, rubbing his chest against my body. It felt wonderful, especially when he rubbed his tongue against my nipples.

Then, he got off the bed and massaged my upper body with his hands. He must have been very experienced, knowing exactly what women liked; his massage of my shoulders, chest, and breasts was spot on. For example, when massaging my breasts, he would grasp my breast with his palm, squeeze it a few times, then massage in circles, and stimulate my nipples in various ways to see my reaction. If I liked something from him, he would continue doing it that way. While he was doing this, my lower body was already soaking wet, my body started to tremble, and my moans grew louder. I couldn't help but touch his naked body. He seemed to enjoy it, closing his eyes and moaning "Oh, oh" sounds when I touched his penis. But I could tell that he was actually really comfortable too. I asked him how many members would ask him for special services, and he said quite a few, almost a third.

Some people never do it and don't know about others.

As he massaged, seeing that my nipples were very sensitive, he suddenly bent down to lick and suck one of my nipples, while playing with the other with his hand. This was different from touching with his hand, and I was immediately aroused! I started to lose control! I liked it, so I kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged him and touched him all over. His back was very soft and smooth (I mean, even without oil, it should still feel that way), and it felt very comfortable to touch. His chest was also very firm. I got even wilder at this point, and simply touched his genitals, his buttocks, and circled around to the "root" I touched in front. He didn't flinch, and in fact, when I was feeling really good myself, I couldn't possibly have bothered to touch him carefully.

Before we "finished," he subtly asked me with his finger, "Do you want me to go in?" I've seen many fantasies written by men online about how women use their fingers or other objects to penetrate during masturbation, but from what I understand, it's actually rare. Maybe it's because I'm not psychologically ready to accept penetration from men other than my husband; I'm saving it for my husband. I shook my head, and he didn't penetrate me. Perhaps because she noticed my sensitive nipples, she left her left hand on my chest and massaged my genitals. Her right hand first massaged my entire genitals with the palm of her hand, then her index and middle fingers massaged my clitoris, while her ring and little fingers teased my vulva. When I was close, he had me rest my head on his left arm, essentially embracing me, and lowered his head to suckle my nipple, while his right hand simultaneously increased the speed of his clitoral stimulation. I was holding him tightly. This tight embrace during orgasm felt like sex again, and the orgasm was even stronger. I felt my lower body trembling violently, like it was "slamming"!

Afterwards, I held him tightly, refusing to let go. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely wet, my hands are soaking wet." I said, "It's so...comfortable." After sitting up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want to eat too," and went to suckle his nipple and penis. He didn't resist, letting me lick, and continued his professional moaning…

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