Women: Have you ever experienced heterosexual sexual intercourse?

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that it was the weekend, and she had just returned from playing at the beach. After a day in the sun, she felt itchy and uncomfortable. So, she went to the center and immediately got a facial treatment. Afterwards, it was already past 11 PM. Xiaoya's boyfriend had gone to Guangzhou, and she was going crazy with excitement, experiencing a strange feeling of longing. She knew the beautician who did her treatment, and they could talk easily. That evening, the beautician recommended a classic SPA oil treatment to Xiaoya, mysteriously telling them it was a new service launched a few days ago. The price wasn't expensive, 300 yuan for a full body treatment, plus a free steam bath. Intrigued, and thinking she had nothing else to do, she agreed without really thinking it through.
Then she was led to the fourth floor. Strangely, she had only ever been to the third floor before. She had never noticed there was a fourth floor. There were about ten private rooms there, very spacious, and of course, a steam room. We rushed to the showers amidst cheers. The staff outside the shower room were very dedicated; they even smiled and handed us towels despite our screams. We walked out covered with towels. There was a little mishap here: I'm petite, 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 we followed the staff into the private room. Once inside, I realized the environment could only be described as luxurious. Soft music was playing, the lighting was dim, and the spa bed was huge—much wider than the small beds I used to have for back treatments. At this point, the staff asked if I had any acquaintances for 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 surprise me greatly.
Two or three minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and a man came in. I was startled and quickly sat up, asking him if he had the wrong room. His answer surprised me. "I'm number 6. Can I give you a spa treatment?" Wow... I never expected to find a male masseur in a small place like ours. Looking at him more closely, he was thin, like a high school student. I wanted to ask a girl to come up, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. My heart was pounding, I was so conflicted. But I decided against it; this was probably the boldest decision I'd ever made. Looking at the guy again, he had dark skin and was fairly good-looking, but not exactly handsome. It seemed okay, and I felt a little more at ease.
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. 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; I had a strong urge to run away. After he mixed the oil, he asked which area I wanted to start with. 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 treatment was a full-body care, but assured me he was the most highly rated 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 strapless top underneath. I lay face down on the bed. He smiled and told me that this wouldn't be effective, not achieving the full-body treatment. I couldn't exactly stand naked in front of a guy, so I ignored him and remained lying there.
The man started putting his hands in the dish, applying oil, and gently drizzling it onto 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 lower back, back and forth, using very careful pressure, occasionally asking if the pressure was enough. Perhaps because I was still uneasy, I didn't feel anything at first, thinking this spa treatment was a waste. About ten minutes later, the effects of the essential oil began to kick in. I slowly felt a warm sensation in my lower back, which felt very comfortable. Then the man asked if I was worried about getting my strapless bra dirty. I was lying comfortably and didn't think much of it, so I said, "Whatever, it's fine." Then his hand avoided the strapless bra on my back and moved to my neck. I didn't expect the feeling to be so powerful; it suddenly 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 bra on my back became damp.
He asked if I was hot. How could I say I wasn't? I was sweating, but it wasn't from the weather; it was from his technique, especially those few movements he made under my armpits. I felt like I was being electrocuted, and I went limp, unconsciously breathing heavily. The sound wasn't loud, but it was very noticeable in the quiet room. Then he asked again, "Shall I take off the strapless bra?" I didn't say anything, secretly hoping he would help me take it off, but I was shy and afraid of embarrassing myself. Seeing 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 strapless top. 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 moan, and he smiled and asked me again, "Do you want to take it off?" I thought to myself, "Even my back feels so good, so..." Despite my thoughts, 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 push, his hands sometimes moving towards my waist, sometimes sliding down to my chest. That feeling made me understand what ecstasy was. He had been standing next to the spa bed the whole time, but then he stepped onto 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, I could only breathe heavily, but I was 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 let out moans. 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 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. 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 the oil on my upper body with his hands. Each movement made me tremble slightly. It was beyond just being comfortable; it was a clear stimulation, a stimulation that made me want to touch him.
My breasts, against my will, hardened and became engorged. I knew he must have felt it. His movements were now focused on 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 so heavy—it was so embarrassing. I clearly felt one of his hands release my grip, taking a handful of essential oil, and slowly pouring 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 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 had already almost completely given up; I had no strength left to hold my legs together. Slowly, my thighs were parted, revealing my genitals. I felt my labia open, twitching 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 that soft breath he exhaled. I tightly closed my eyes and bit my lip. His left hand had already applied 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 couldn't hide my composure anymore, and I started moaning. His hand finally touched my genitals, slowly sliding along my labia. My clitoris had already shamelessly exposed itself, erect in his fingers—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, I released it all. 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.
My climax hadn't even subsided when I was taken to another level—a feeling hard to describe. I'd experienced sex before, but this was the first time I'd felt this unfamiliar yet intensely stimulating pleasure! His hands quickened, his entire palm rubbing my genitals rapidly, 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. He'd brought me to a second climax. I was limp and powerless. At this point, I wouldn't resist anything he did. Being brought to two climaxes in such a short time, I knew for the first time how utterly intense pleasure could be, like a volcanic eruption.
His hands 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 too weak; I could only gasp for breath. He suddenly asked if I wanted the 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 chuckled and told me that the rules here didn't allow sexual intercourse with guests; he meant vibrators. I shook my head frantically, almost screaming, "I've already had two orgasms!" He smiled noncommittally and said that the spa here followed the "three-stage principle," meaning that only a third orgasm would allow the spa oils to reach their full effect.
I couldn't argue with him, so I let him take a male device and a condom from a box. He put the condom on and told me it was absolutely safe. I exhaled, smelling the fragrant essential oils on my body, and let him place his hand on my private parts 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 the device into me; my vagina was still loose after two orgasms. He turned up the vibration and slowly moved in and out of me, one hand constantly covering my clitoris. What could I do in that 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 felt 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; I had another orgasm. This time, along with the orgasm, I urinated; 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 very exciting near-cheating act, accompanied by this wonderful spa experience, is something I will always remember.
That night, when Xiaoya and I went home, she told me that the man who massaged her at the spa had been with her twice.
I nearly fell over. I stammered that I had called a woman.
I kept the secret to myself.

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