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[Repost Note: This is a classic SPA article from the internet, reposted here to share with everyone. The following is a SPA experience written by a young woman in the first person...]
Last weekend, my friend Lang Lang and I went to a private club called Pang's Beauty and Body Center in our area for treatments. Since we're frequent customers, but usually only for waist and facial treatments, we were completely unprepared for the SPA process described below. It was the weekend, and we had just returned from a day trip to the beach in Weihai, Shandong. After being in the sun all day, I felt itchy and uncomfortable, so I went straight to the center for a facial. Afterwards, it was already past 11 pm. Lang Lang's boyfriend had gone to Guangzhou, and she was acting like a crazy, high-spirited girl, with a strange feeling of longing.
The beautician who did her treatment was an acquaintance, so we could talk things out. That evening, she recommended a classic SPA essential oil treatment to Lang Lang, mysteriously telling us it was a new service launched a few days ago, and the price wasn't expensive—300 yuan for a full-body treatment, plus a free steam bath.
Our curiosity was piqued, and since we had nothing else to do, we agreed without really thinking it. We were then led up to the fourth floor, which was strange, as we'd only ever been to the third floor before. We'd never noticed there was a fourth floor.
There were about ten private rooms, very spacious, and of course, a steam room. We rushed to shower with cheers. The staff outside the shower room were very professional; they even smiled and handed us towels despite our screams. We walked out with the towels covering our faces. There was a little mishap here; I'm small, and I had to change into two robes before they were even properly fitted, feeling a bit loose. Luckily, the robes were made of silk and cotton, so they were quite comfortable. Then, we followed the waitress into a private room. Once inside, I realized the environment was simply luxurious. Soft music played, the lighting was dim, and the spa bed was huge—much wider than the small beds I used to get back massages on. Then, the waitress asked if I knew anyone who would be getting a spa treatment.
I was confused; hadn't I just said it was my first time? Why was she asking this? I blurted out number 6, a decision that would later shock me. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock, and a man came in. I jumped, quickly sitting up and asking if he'd come to the wrong room. His reply surprised me: "I am number 6. May I give you a spa treatment?"
Wow… I never expected a male masseuse in a small town like ours. Looking closer, I saw he was thin, like a high school student. I wanted to ask for a girl instead, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. My heart was pounding, so conflicted. But I decided against it; this was probably the boldest decision I'd ever made. Looking at the man again, he had dark skin and was fairly handsome, though not exactly dashing.
I felt a little more at ease. After I lay down, I watched him skillfully pour three kinds of oil into a large dish, swirling it around until it turned a pale white, and it smelled wonderful. I asked him what brand of essential oil it was, and he said it was from Hong Kong, but he couldn't remember the brand. My heart was pounding, and I had a strong urge to run away.
After the masseur 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 smiled and softly told me that the spa was a full-body treatment, but assured me that he was the most popular masseur of the 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 the 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 just lie naked in front of a guy, could I? I didn't care and just lay there.
The masseur put his hands in the dish, applied the oil, and gently poured it on my lower back. It felt so cool; on such a hot day, it was incredibly refreshing. I sighed.
Then, his hands slowly moved across my waist, back and forth, applying pressure carefully, occasionally asking if the pressure was enough. 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 oils began to kick in, and my waist gradually felt warm and comfortable.
At this point, the man asked me if I was worried about getting my strapless top dirty. I was lying comfortably and didn't think much of it, so I said, "Whatever, it's okay."
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 so good. His technique was really good; he gently applied the essential oil around my neck, slowly moving it to my underarms, 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, "Are you hot?"
How could I say I wasn't hot? I was sweating all over.
The sweat wasn't from the heat, but from his technique, especially the way he rubbed my armpits. It felt like an electric shock; my body went limp, and I found myself breathing heavily, not loudly, but clearly in the quiet room.
Then he asked me again, "Shall I take off your bra?"
I didn't answer, secretly hoping he'd help me, but too shy to admit it.
Seeing I didn't speak, he continued massaging my back. This time, however, he slipped his hands inside my clothes, slowly rotating them in the center of my back. I loved that feeling; it was so comfortable. After about five or six minutes, I suddenly decided to take off my bra. His hands slowly moved towards my chest, very slowly.
My goodness! I felt that pleasurable comfort for the first time, letting out a soft hum. He smiled and asked again, "Want to take it off?" I thought, "If my back feels this good, then…" But I didn't dare say anything, just nodded.
Then he slowly pulled my strapless top up, perhaps afraid I wouldn't be used to it, only pulling it up to my neck, which was enough to expose my upper body.
He then increased the speed of his massage, his hands sometimes moving towards my waist, sometimes sliding down to the sides of my chest. That feeling made me understand what ecstasy was. He had been standing next to the spa bed the whole time, then he straddled the bed, gently sitting a little behind my buttocks, his hands moving up and down my ribs. I was so weak I couldn't speak, only breathing heavily, but inexplicably wondering if Xiaoya was experiencing the same thing.
About ten minutes later, he started massaging the oil from my feet, slowly, little by little, pushing upwards to my inner thighs, then downwards, repeating this for about five minutes. During those five minutes, I couldn't even describe it as just breathing heavily; I unconsciously moaned. He seemed encouraged, becoming more and more energetic.
Suddenly, his hands changed direction—oh my god! The inner thighs! Nothing is more sensitive than that!
I was lost in a tingling sensation, letting him slowly and gently apply his touch. It was light, slow, and tender, occasionally brushing against my genitals. Each touch felt like an electric shock, making me let out a soft moan.
I don't know how long it lasted, but suddenly I felt a coolness 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 shyly in the soft pillow, 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 that pleasurable feeling so much. He even encouraged me to spread my legs, maybe sixty degrees, maybe more, I don't know.
I only knew that 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 began to moan like a drowsy woman, increasingly hoping he would turn me over.
As if reading my mind, he softly asked if I could turn around. I nodded, buried in the pillow.
He gently turned me around and removed the strapless bra that reached 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 focus on his movements.
He first poured essential oil on my breasts, then slowly spread it on my upper body with his hands. Each movement made me tremble slightly. This couldn't be described as just comfortable; 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 on my breasts, his palms kneading them with slight pressure. I breathed heavily, the intense stimulation making me tremble uncontrollably. I tried hard to bite my lip, afraid I would cry out.
But in fact, I was already quite loud, even my breathing was so heavy. It was so embarrassing.
I clearly felt him release one hand, cup a handful of essential oil, and slowly pour it over my lower abdomen and thighs. I knew then that the moment I felt both anticipation and fear had arrived.
After turning around, I kept my thighs tightly pressed together, because I'm small, and 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; I had no strength left to hold my legs together. Slowly, my thighs were parted, revealing my genitals. I felt my labia open, involuntarily twitching. He
suddenly 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 married to my husband 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 slowly moved upwards along 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 genitals, slowly sliding along my labia. My clitoris had already inadvertently revealed itself, erect in his fingers. That was the most sensitive spot. I barely had time to catch my breath before he brought me to arousal…
I had endured this stimulation for too long, and finally, I released it. My labia trembled violently. He didn't stop. One hand repeatedly rubbed up and down my clitoris, while the other hand teased the center of my labia. Luckily, there was plenty of oil, otherwise, I would have been very wet…
Before my orgasm had even subsided, I was taken to another realm. It was an indescribable feeling. I had experienced sex before, but this was the first time I had felt such a strange and extremely stimulating pleasure!
His hands quickened their pace, his entire palm rubbing rapidly against my genitals, while his other hand's fingers circled my clitoris. My whole body trembled, I gasped and uttered 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 orgasm…
I was weak and powerless; at that moment, I wouldn't resist anything he did to me. Being brought to two orgasms in such a short time, I knew for the first time how intense and exhilarating this pleasure could be, like a volcanic eruption. His hands slowly relaxed, gently kissing my genitals. I moaned as if electrocuted. He licked my clitoris with his tongue. I couldn't take the stimulation anymore, but my body was too weak; 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 orgasm, I could be naked in front of another man, but I couldn't do this.
He smiled and told me that the rules here didn't allow sexual relations with customers; usually, a vibrator was used. But he saw my body and felt aroused. If I allowed it, he wanted to use his penis instead of the vibrator.
I shook my head frantically, almost screaming, "I've had two orgasms!"
He smiled noncommittally and said, "The spa here follows the three-stage principle. That means the third orgasm is needed for the spa oils to reach their full effect.
" I couldn't argue with him, so I let him take off all his clothes. He put on a condom and told me it was absolutely safe. I exhaled, smelling the fragrant essential oils on my body, and let him place
his penis on my genitals again. He opened a small bottle and poured some white liquid onto the condom. I recognized the smell—it was Anle vaginal lubricant. He easily inserted his penis into me; my vagina was still loose after two orgasms. He slowly moved in and out, one hand constantly covering my clitoris. Under these circumstances, he changed positions… What else could I do? Before long, my whole body began to tremble again. I knew that tonight my orgasms were destined to come faster and faster…
I could feel his penis thrusting in and out forcefully, but I felt no pain. On the contrary, I longed for him to thrust even harder and faster. My legs started to move wildly, and my cries grew louder and louder. Suddenly, he sped up, bringing out a lot of fluid from my vagina. I felt it was a lot, and I heard the sound of water splashing. After more than 30 minutes of his continuous movements, I finally collapsed, and I orgasmed again. This time, my orgasm was accompanied by urination; I wet the bed. I couldn't control my feelings.
And so, a very exciting near-cheating act, accompanied by this wonderful spa experience, will be something I will never forget.
That night, when Lang Lang and I went home, she told me that the man who massaged her at the spa had made love to her twice in a row. I almost fell over.

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