Repost: An experience of giving a heterosexual spa treatment to a couple

This is a true story from my summer vacation. Such experiences are rare, and I seldom write about them. Unexpectedly, the couple I met wrote about it and sent it to me, so I'm reposting it here. Please bear with me.
Actually, it's the wife's account.
A moment later, the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly straightened my clothes and went to open the door. After confirming my identity, I opened it to find a typical Southerner standing before me. Neither of them were tall or particularly strong, but they had delicate features and a friendly smile. I didn't dare look any longer and quickly went back inside. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I didn't know what to say. He took the initiative to speak to me. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was polite small talk. After a while, he said to me, "Go take a shower." I was incredibly nervous after going into the bathroom. I quickly took a shower and came out. He looked at me and laughed, saying, "Why are you still dressed? A towel would have been fine." I didn't say anything at the time. He went to the bathroom, got a large bath towel, and spread it on the bed. I lay down on it, buried my head in the pillow, and my mind went blank. I could only hear him getting something, something like a glass bottle; I guessed it was essential oil. After a while, it seemed like he was done getting ready. He came to the bedside, touched my head, and told me to relax. I didn't say anything, but I felt him put his hand on my waist and slowly push up my tank top, saying, "Take it off, it'll feel better." I didn't say anything, just slightly raised my body, and he took off my tank top. I hadn't worn a bra after showering, so my upper body was completely naked. The room was very quiet; I could almost hear my own heartbeat. He probably realized this too, so he turned on the TV, and finally there was some sound in the room. I relaxed a bit. He moved a stool over, sat on the edge of the bed, touched my hair, and said, "Relax." I took a deep breath and suddenly felt a slight coolness, like something dripping onto my back. Then he started stroking my back with his hands. I knew he was applying essential oil. He repeated this several times, and then I felt his two large hands massaging the oil across my back. My body is small, so his two large hands completely covered my back, which felt very comfortable. He asked if it hurt, and I said it was okay. He continued massaging up and down for a while, then started massaging my shoulders on both sides of my neck. He said that the trapezius muscles are the most tired muscles, so he massaged, shook, and kneaded them. After all this, my shoulders felt much lighter. Then he massaged both sides of my spine, and then my waist, which felt really good. I was very happy with my decision. Then he started making large circles on my back, pushing from my shoulders to my waist, and then from my waist up to my armpits. I felt his fingertips touching the edge of my breasts. He kept going in circles like this. With each circle of his hand, it moved a little closer to my lower body. My heart started to race again, feeling his hand about to touch my breasts. I couldn't help but feel excited. I slightly raised my upper body, hoping to make it easier for his hand to reach me. Just as he was about to touch my breasts, he withdrew his hand and moved to my feet. I felt a little disappointed. He started massaging my legs. First, he put some essential oil on the back of my calves and began massaging them, also giving me a few foot massages. After massaging my calves for a while, he started massaging my thighs. Because I was still wearing underwear, he seemed to be quite careful, probably afraid of getting my underwear dirty. He started massaging the back of my thighs from the outside, back and forth, and then slowly moved inwards. After a while, I felt his hand reach the inner part of my thighs, and my heart started to race again. His hand slowly moved to the inner side of my thighs, and he started massaging behind my knees, all the way down to the groin. I held my breath, feeling the hairs on my body stand on end. He slowly pushed back and forth, and each time he reached my groin, I felt a little suffocated. Suddenly, his hand started trembling at the base of my thigh, and I felt a jolt, like an electric shock. After a while, I started sweating. He then began to tease my inner thighs with his fingertips, making my legs feel itchy, both pleasurable and uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt his fingertips unconsciously brush against my genitals through my underwear, and I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, instinctively tightening my legs. He continued pushing back and forth on my inner thighs, and my legs slowly parted a little more. I began to long for him to touch my genitals. Then, I suddenly felt two of his fingers touch my genitals, and I felt a little suffocated. He began to massage my labia with his thumb through my underwear, slowly and gently—it felt so good. I felt my lower body slowly becoming wet, and I started to think about taking off my underwear. He seemed to know what I was thinking and helped me take it off. His movements were so slow, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. Now I was completely naked, lying face down on the bed. He dimmed the lights, and a strange feeling began to stir within me. He started massaging my buttocks. He sat on the bed, placed my legs on his, applied essential oil to my buttocks, and began to massage. The moment his touch touched my skin, I instinctively tensed up. He gently touched my buttocks and told me to relax. But how could I relax? He started chatting with me, saying my skin was pretty good, neither dry nor oily, and that my buttocks were nice, very perky. I felt secretly proud; my figure was what I was most satisfied with. While we chatted, he massaged me, sometimes pushing, sometimes pinching, sometimes shaking. It felt so good, and my mood gradually relaxed. Just as I relaxed, he dripped a few drops of oil into the groove between my buttocks and slowly slid his fingers down to my anus, gently massaging it. I held my breath. After a while, he slid down again, almost touching my clitoris, but he stopped. This repeated several times, and I started to get anxious, desperately hoping he would touch my clitoris. Then he slid his fingers up my inner thighs, and I could feel the pubic hair touching his hand. I gently swayed my hips, trying to signal him. He then slid his fingers down again, all the way to my clitoris, and gently placed them there without moving. This time, there was no underwear between us, and I could feel his warm fingers. I couldn't hold back anymore. He paused for a moment and then began to gently massage my clitoris, the movements so light I could barely feel them, yet I could feel something massaging underneath. After a while, he blew a breath of warm air into my vagina, and I immediately felt more and more fluid flowing out. He slowly inserted his fingers, very slowly, as if afraid of hurting me. After a while, his fingers were all the way in. His hand seemed quite long. His fingers remained still inside, and I was already aroused, hoping he would move. His fingers began to tremble slowly, in waves, like the pulse massager at home. The tremors gradually increased in intensity, and the intervals between them became shorter. At first, I could hold back my moans, but now I couldn't resist anymore and let out a soft cry. That one sound seemed to awaken him; his tremors became more frequent, my moans grew louder, and I became increasingly wet. Then he took his hand out, and when he put it back in, his fingers seemed a little thicker. He had put two fingers inside. I felt a swelling sensation down there, but his fingers didn't feel rough at all. His two fingers trembled, rotated, and twitched inside me. His other hand gently pressed against my breasts. I felt like I was going crazy; the feeling was indescribable. My mind went blank, my body stiffened, and I felt breathless. I had seen those vaginal massagers at a friend's house before, and although I'd never tried them, I was convinced that machines couldn't compare to human hands. Human hands have a kind of spirit. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt a spasm in my lower body, and I had my first orgasm. I gripped his legs tightly, signaling him to stop. He pulled his hand out and moved it around my vagina. Seeing my breathing gradually calm down, he began the second round. Having experienced the first round, I was much more comfortable in the second, no longer tense, and tried my best to cooperate, slightly raising my buttocks to facilitate his hand movements. The second round seemed even more intense than the first; my lower body felt like it was being electrocuted. I really didn't know how he had developed such skill with his hands. Then, my second orgasm arrived. I was completely free of shyness, shouting loudly to enjoy the climax. I felt completely exhausted. After resting for a while, a third orgasm, seemingly even stronger than before, came. I had never experienced three orgasms in a row before. He lay motionless on the bed, as if he had died.

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