Inviting a massage experience at home

It all started when my best friend introduced me to moxibustion therapy, touting its numerous benefits for women's health and beauty. Intrigued, I booked an in-home service.

A handsome young man entered, carrying a large bag that read "XX Health and Wellness at Home."

He seemed a little shy when he saw I was only wearing a bathrobe, avoiding eye contact.

Honestly, I didn't think much of it at first. I had just taken a hot shower and felt completely relaxed. I was wearing black underwear and a black lace nightgown underneath, with a white bathrobe tied tightly at the waist—nothing would be exposed.

I asked him, "Is it okay to wear a bathrobe? Is it alright to just lie here? Lying flat?" He answered readily, "Yes, no problem." He put on shoe covers, put down his bag, and took out disposable sheets and towels, saying they were all sterilized—very professional.

Then he asked where I wanted moxibustion.

I said my abdomen, and he agreed, saying he would massage and relax me before starting the moxibustion.

Then he said the light was too bright and asked if I wanted the curtains drawn, so I did. He turned on only a desk lamp, casting a dim glow. He lit scented candles and put on some soothing music. It was time to begin.

I lay flat on my back. He said he wanted to expose my stomach for the massage, so I found a bath towel and draped it over my lower body, lifting it to expose my abdomen. This left me completely exposed, from the lower edge of my breasts down to my pubic hair.

His hands began to massage, and I must say, they were very professional and quite firm. The back-and-forth kneading made me moan involuntarily, begging him to be gentler.

Some of his massages pressed directly on the bone in my genital area (please forgive me, I don't know the medical term for that area). The feeling was amazing; it actually made me secretly aroused, hoping his hands would go down a little further. After

about 15 minutes of massage, he said, "Let's start with moxibustion." I said okay.

But he reminded me that the room would be full of smoke after the moxa was lit, and he wasn't sure if the alarm would go off. His shop usually had a smoke extraction machine, but this one didn't, so he suggested opening the window.

I said, "Let's try it first," and lit it. The smell was indeed strong, and the warm smoke on my lower abdomen felt very comfortable, but the room quickly filled with smoke, and I was a little worried the alarm would go off.

He said, "How about I change your massage oil?" I thought about it and agreed. He then extinguished the mugwort and took out essential oil from his bag.

In that atmosphere, you can imagine: dim lighting, the scent of mugwort, soothing music, a handsome young man's hands sliding over my body. My breathing became heavy, and I remained silent. I dared not speak. An unspoken desire permeated the air, and I dared not open my eyes, letting him caress me.

After a while, he stopped and pulled down my underwear, saying, "Don't get the essential oil on your clothes," and then rolled up my black lace skirt.

I softly agreed, still not daring to open my eyes. At this moment, more of my white body was exposed.

He started focusing on my breasts, saying that massaging the lymph nodes and breast tissue under my armpits was also good, so I acquiesced. He poured some essential oil and placed his hands deep under my armpits on one side of my breasts. Oh my god, I felt a surge of desire throughout my body. I wanted him to massage my breasts; I couldn't wait.

He finally lifted the black lace covering my breasts. Instantly, my body tensed, and I could even feel a warm current flowing from my lower body. I knew I was already soaking wet. The process was slow yet irresistibly arousing. I pretended not to move, anticipating his next move.

I wanted him to speed things up, but I also enjoyed this slow, torturous stimulation.

After all, I didn't know him, and I didn't know what he was thinking. I was nervous and expectant. Although the process was silent, I knew we were both proceeding cautiously.

He began massaging my breasts in circular motions with both hands. He was very strong; this kind of caress was unprecedented. My body moved slightly, and I couldn't help but moan.

He liked to stroke my breasts down to my lower back with both hands, then hug me tightly, and I arched my back to meet his touch. The various massages on my breasts were so pleasurable. Although I didn't dare look at him, I was confident that my beautiful, full, and firm breasts and pink nipples would arouse him too. After

about ten minutes of breast massage, I suddenly realized that the service I had ordered was for fifty minutes, and I had already exceeded the allotted time. He showed no sign of leaving and continued massaging, so I understood his intentions.

I told him to massage my lower abdomen a little longer.

His hands slid down, pulling my panties down further, and then, surprisingly, all the way down.

I didn't say anything, and he naturally understood my thoughts.

His hands slid down my pubic bone, gently kneading my labia twice.

Ah~ Ah~ I couldn't help but moan, my body slightly lifting. He found my clitoris with his fingers; because the essential oil had been applied to my vulva, the touch was exceptionally smooth and comfortable, a pleasure I had never experienced before.

His fingers gently teased my clitoris. I closed my eyes, enjoying his every move. I knew I was completely defenseless at that moment, letting him have his way.

With his caresses, I began to moan boldly, each moan seeming to encourage him.

Soon, with the lubrication of the essential oil, his fingers reached my vaginal opening, which was overflowing with lustful fluids, and without hesitation, he inserted them directly.

Ah, I cried out.

Then he thrust in and out. Because of the essential oil and my fluids, I felt no discomfort; on the contrary, I felt warm and full of desire and longing. I moaned, hoping he would speed up the thrusting, completely surrendering. During this time, he didn't say a word.

I had heard of Balinese heterosexual oil massages before, those massages with erotic services. Had he done it for other women before? That's why it felt so good, that he was so skilled at massaging and relaxing women?

My mind wandered, but the pleasure in my lower body told me not to think so much, to stretch my body, to let go, and to enjoy it to the fullest!

Soon he turned one finger into two. Oh my god! The feeling was overwhelming. He went deeper and kept digging upwards at me. He was trembling inside my vagina, I was going crazy, it felt like I was standing on a mountaintop, about to burst!

I said, "Ah! I'm going to pee." My fluid kept gushing out. Oh my god! I couldn't believe I actually came. I blew.

I couldn't take it anymore and pushed his hand away, screaming and panting, oh! God! I was going crazy, my body twisted in agony. I said I had an orgasm!

I opened my eyes and looked at him, he said shyly, "My lower body is so uncomfortable."

Haha, he was begging me to let his little penis in, he had been almost silent throughout the massage, unlike some masseuses who talk a lot. He was still very careful, he didn't dare to take off his pants without my permission, thinking about it, I thought he was quite cute.

I was panting heavily, waiting for the orgasm to recede slowly like the tide, and then slowly come back again, while I reached out and touched his bulging crotch.

I originally thought that I was very satisfied with this orgasm and didn't need another one. The massage was so relaxing, I thought it could stop there.

But then, as I reached out to touch it, I realized it was a thick, powerful, and vibrant penis.

So, while stroking his penis, I had a mental struggle.

Finally, I asked him, "Do you have a condom?"

He immediately said he had one.

I said okay.

I thought he would immediately take off his pants, put on a condom, and thrust into me, but to my delight, he actually bent down and kissed my clitoris first! He buried his head between my legs and gently teased me with his tongue.

The lingering orgasm, combined with this stimulation, made me moan loudly.

He sucked on me for a long time, amazed by his tongue skills. I asked him, "Do you often experience this?"

He looked up at me and said, "This is the first time. I'm very nervous and scared."

Then he said, "Your skin is so beautiful, so white and tender, it feels so good to touch. You have a wonderful body odor."

I smiled and continued to enjoy it with my eyes closed.

Actually, I really wanted to hear his story. I thought he would have such an exciting encounter because his technique of touching my vagina was amazing, and his licking was very skillful.

He knelt down on my breasts and kissed my nipples, then massaged my breasts. Unlike the massages before, this time his desire was completely undisguised. Then he took off his clothes and stood naked in front of me, his young body strong and beautiful. His large penis amazed me.

He put on a condom and lifted my legs. Ahhh! He entered! I was filled to the brim. Ah! So big! I couldn't help but shout.

After the orgasm, my body was already limp.

After entering, he said countless times how comfortable it felt inside. He said he couldn't last long like this.

I said it was okay, take it slow, don't rush.

He put my legs on his shoulders and inserted himself to the deepest part of me, so deep, so deep. I moaned, responded, and contracted, my body responding very well. His penis felt incredibly good inside me.

I felt this unfamiliar but strong penis moving inside me nine shallow thrusts and one deep one, rotating with great experience, rhythmically and with control, making me feel like I was dying of pleasure. I couldn't help but say: You're so good at sex! He didn't say anything.

Later we changed positions. He flipped me over, ripped off the last piece of lace clothing I was wearing, and left me kneeling naked. He stared at my big, white buttocks from behind, saying how sexy I was.

Then, without hesitation, he thrust in. Ah, so deep! In this position, kneeling on the bed, I suddenly felt a surge of shame, yet this shame also inexplicably excited and filled me with pleasure.

Yes, think back to the moment I walked in, my identity, his identity. I was his customer, but now I was being pinned down and fucked by him, being fucked like a dog, powerless to resist.

God, I felt so ashamed. But my body still felt so good, so very good, didn't it? I really enjoyed him fucking me like this. I experienced an unprecedented orgasm; every cell in my body was activated by his hands. I felt this pleasurable sex would make me at least two years younger. I loved this feeling.

He thrust quickly for a while, then quickly pulled out, saying he couldn't hold back any longer and needed to relieve some tension.

He bent down and began kissing my genitals again, licking them repeatedly. I moaned loudly; oh, this was a long and drawn-out lovemaking session. I was gushing wet from his licking. I kept screaming until my voice was hoarse.

He paused for a moment, then his penis began to explore my body again. This time we lay on our sides, and he lifted one of my legs and inserted it, his other hand touching my clitoris. Oh my god! I couldn't take it anymore.

His fingers skillfully caressed my clitoris, while his penis continued to rotate and thrust inside my vagina. After a few thrusts, I orgasmed again. My vagina began to contract wildly, squeezing his penis out, and my vagina became incredibly tight.

I said, "Oh my god, I've orgasmed again, I can't take it anymore!"

He wasn't about to let me go, so he made me lie flat on my back, and he pressed down on me again, lifting my legs. He began to thrust wildly, and for a moment I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, that I was going to be fucked to death, that I was being fucked by a machine!

His pace was astonishingly fast. I felt like a sex slave being brutally ravaged. I tried to push him away, I screamed, my body couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't take it! Ahhh, I was about to cry. Oh God, finally, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he began to thrust. He said he was going to cum, he was going to cum, and finally he cummed.

He held me so tightly, my whole body trembling. Oh God, this was insane.

He was covered in sweat. After getting off me, he politely asked if I could take a shower. I said yes.

He came back after showering and sat down to rest for a while. During that time, I lay on the bed, or rather, I was limp on the bed. I didn't have the strength to shower. I thought I would shower after he left.

I checked my phone. This massage had lasted from 10:30 in the morning until almost 1:00 in the afternoon.

His phone rang too. It was a call from his company asking where he was. He said he was on his way back.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, I didn't forget to tell him to keep it a secret!

He said don't worry, he was also afraid of the company finding out.

I still imagine him going back and telling his buddies about his day's romantic encounter: "I went for a massage this morning and met a sexually frustrated mature woman..." and so on.

I wonder if others will believe he's so lucky, haha.

He even asked me to leave a review for him on social media for a reward, and I said no worries.

At one point, I hesitated about whether to tip him, but I thought men have their pride too, so I didn't. Before he left, he said, "How about we add each other on WeChat?"

I said, "No, thank you."

He said okay. So he said, "I'll be going now. By the way, don't wash your stomach with water after moxibustion, be careful."

What a nice guy. Hehe. I didn't get his WeChat, a little regretful, but this experience was really memorable and quite interesting!

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