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My First Experience with the Opposite Sex (Repost)
Publication Date: 2014-06-02 Author: adams1984 Popularity: 285
Last weekend, my friend Xiaoya and I went to a beauty and body center called Pang's Beauty Center in our area for treatments. Since we were regulars there, usually for waist and facial treatments, we were completely unprepared for the SPA treatment described below.
It was the weekend, and we had just returned from the beach. After a day in the sun, I felt itchy and uncomfortable. So, at the center, we went straight to a facial. Afterwards, it was already past 11 PM. Xiaoya's boyfriend had gone to Guangzhou, and she was going crazy with excitement, a strange
feeling of longing. The beautician who did her treatment was an acquaintance, so we could talk easily. That evening, she recommended a classic SPA oil treatment to Xiaoya, mysteriously telling us it was a new service launched just a few days ago. The price wasn't expensive either, 300 yuan for a full body treatment, plus a free steam bath. My curiosity was piqued, and since I had nothing else to do, I agreed without really thinking.
Then I was led up to the fourth floor, which was strange, as I'd only ever been to the third floor before. I'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 while listening to our screams. We walked out covered with towels. There was a little mishap here: I'm small, and I had to change into two robes before they were barely fitting— they felt a bit loose. Luckily, the robes were made of silk and cotton, so they were quite comfortable.
Then I 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 for back treatments. Then the waitress asked if I knew anyone who wanted 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 place. His answer 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 okay, and my heart calmed down a bit. 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 I couldn't remember the brand. My heart was pounding, and I had a strong urge to run away. After the guy 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 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 told 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 there naked in front of a guy, so I ignored him and didn't move.
The man started by putting his hands in the dish, applying oil, and gently drizzling it 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 gentle pressure, occasionally asking if I was applying enough pressure. Perhaps because I was still worried, I didn't feel anything at first, thinking this spa treatment was a waste. After about ten minutes, the oil started to take effect, and my lower back gradually felt warm and comfortable.
At this point, the man asked if I was worried about staining my strapless top. 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 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 weather; it was from his touch, especially the way he rubbed my armpits. My whole body felt soft and yielding, and I unconsciously started breathing heavily. The sound wasn't loud, but it was very noticeable in the quiet room. Then he asked me again, "Shall I take off your bra?" I didn't answer. I wanted him to help me take it off, but I was shy and afraid of embarrassing myself. Seeing that I didn't speak, he continued to massage my back. This time, however, he put his hands inside my clothes and slowly rotated them around the center of my back. I really liked that feeling; it was very 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 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, "Even my back feels so good, so..." I thought about it, but didn't dare say anything, only nodding. 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 pull, his hands sometimes going down to my waist, sometimes sliding down to my breasts. That feeling made me understand what ecstasy was. He had been standing beside the spa bed the whole time, but now 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, upwards to my thighs, then downwards, repeating this for about five minutes. During those five minutes, I was beyond just panting; I unconsciously moaned. 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 could even feel
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 anticipating him turning 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, leaving me 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 slowly but firmly spread my thighs apart with his hands. My willpower was already almost gone, and I had no strength left to hold my legs still. Slowly, my thighs were parted, revealing my vulva. I felt my labia open and close involuntarily. 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 with my boyfriend for over two years and have gotten a lot of pleasure from him, but none of that pleasure was as intense as his soft breath. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip. His left hand had already applied oil to my lower abdomen, while his right hand was slowly rubbing upwards from the inside of my thighs. These two intense sensations made me suddenly cry out. I no longer had time to hide my modesty, and I began to moan. His hand finally touched my vulva, slowly sliding over my labia. My clitoris had already shamelessly emerged, 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 all came out. My labia trembled violently. He didn't stop; one hand repeatedly rubbed up and down my clitoris, while the other teased the center of my labia. Luckily, I had been covered in lubricant, otherwise I would have been very wet. My orgasm hadn't even subsided when I was taken to another level—a feeling that's hard to describe. I'd experienced sex before, but this was the first time I'd felt this unfamiliar yet extremely stimulating pleasure! His hands began to move faster, his entire palm rubbing my genitals 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. He had brought me to a second orgasm. I was limp and powerless. At this point, I wouldn't resist anything he did to me. Being brought to two orgasms 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 genitals. 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 penis device and a condom from a box. He put on the 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 a condom. I recognized the smell; it was Anle vaginal lubricant. He easily inserted the device into me. My vagina was still loose after two orgasms. He turned on the vibration and slowly moved in and out, one hand constantly covering my clitoris. What could I do in this situation? Soon, I started trembling all over again. I knew my orgasms tonight were destined to come faster and faster. Maybe he had no experience with sex? I could feel his hand moving in and out forcefully, but I didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, I looked forward to him using more force and speeding up. My legs started moving 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. I had another orgasm. This time, my orgasm was accompanied by urine; I wet the bed. I couldn't control my feelings. Afterward, he told me not to worry about it, that someone would come and take care of it. And so, a thrilling near-cheating act, accompanied by that wonderful spa treatment, became something I'll never forget.
That night, when Xiaoya and I got home, she told me that the man who massaged her at the spa had been with her twice. I almost collapsed. I stammered that I had called a woman instead. I kept the secret to myself.

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