beautician and me

After finishing my business at the bank with the beautician

, I just wanted to relax. Disliking the smell of the beauty salon and tired of the half-hearted massages at Thai bathhouses (of course, sex at Thai bathhouses is amazing; the moaning, tongue skills, and vaginal pumping abilities of the Thai bath girls are absolutely intoxicating), I flipped through the newspaper and found a phone number for a home-style facial massage.
"How much is the facial massage?"
"2000 yuan for 90 minutes."
"Are the ladies young?"
"They're all very young, satisfaction guaranteed."
It's strange, even knowing the answer to such questions, I still asked.
I drove there, and upon entering, the furnishings were indeed very basic. The room was empty except for a massage bed.
"Please sit down, the lady will be right there."
The lady who came in after the door opened wasn't dressed up, quite plain and slightly plump.
"Please take care of me in a moment."
"It's mutual."
She wanted me to change into paper underwear, but I said no, and took off all my clothes and lay down on the massage bed.
"Would you like to take a shower first?"
I was thinking of doing so, but I heard the bathroom next door being used, so I gave up.
"Then let me massage you first."
"Okay, thank you!"
Her technique and acupressure points?
Actually, I felt a little regretful; I should have gone to Rose Garden to find Yu.
Yu was petite and had a fairly fresh look. The first time I saw her, I thought it was just a simple oil massage. She was wearing a plain t-shirt and a tight skirt, and during the oil massage, she actually talked to me for a long time about immune-boosting milk powder. But her technique was really good; I even fell asleep for a few minutes. However, after I rolled over to lie flat, she asked me in a calm tone whether I wanted a half-service or a full-service massage. I was so surprised that I almost fell off the bed.
That time, because I was very tired, I didn't want the full-service massage. She gently helped me ejaculate, and I felt incredibly good. I also stroked her thighs and buttocks; they were firm and not sagging. I imagine it must be very enjoyable during sex. Her breasts weren't large, but her nipples perked up easily with a gentle touch. Her breasts were very elastic, showing that she wasn't very old. She said she was born in 1964, and I believed her. I had originally planned to get a full service, but well, these kinds of things are best left unsaid.
After the acupressure massage, she applied lotion to my back. There's a big difference between acupressure and oil massage; acupressure massages the meridians to relieve muscle tension, while oil massage relaxes the nerves.
I rolled over and lay there. Perhaps because it was so relaxing, my penis immediately became engorged and swollen. I could feel it throbbing with the rhythm of the blood pulse. For a 32-year-old man, this display of virility and vigor was quite gratifying.
After massaging my legs, she poured lotion on my penis and quickly started moving it with her hand. Actually, she knew quite well that getting a man to surrender within three minutes wasn't too difficult. All she had to do was quickly and forcefully move her hand from the glans to the base, and regardless of the man's size, length, or girth, he would immediately surrender.
I looked at her profile while simultaneously touching her thighs, buttocks, waist, and breasts. She was plump but not too fat; she should be quite good at sex. However, she didn't make any coy gestures; she just diligently moved her hand around my erect penis. Strange, no one would pass up an opportunity to earn an extra 2000 yuan.
"You're so young, you must be only twenty?"
"Not that young, you're so good with words."
"Do you do the full service?"
"Yes, but not today."
"Your period?"
She nodded. No wonder, she just wanted to get rid of my penis quickly and finish her job.
"Okay, I want the full service, can you ask if there are any other girls available?" This kind of case is quite common in beauty salons.
She nodded and left, not forgetting to provocatively slap my penis. A commotion arose outside, and a moment later, the madam brought in a girl. I wasn't wearing my glasses, and in the blur, the girl had long hair, was thin and short, and wore a pink short dress, looking like a beautician from a department store.
"Sir, is this girl suitable to serve you?"
"Yes, sure."
"I'll go prepare." The girl said, her voice slightly hoarse.
"Sir, it'll be 4000 yuan."
I gave the money to the madam.
"Sir, I'll need to charge you another 2000 yuan."
"Why?" I was a little angry; this was practically extortion.
"No, no, sir, it's just that each girl charges her own fee for the oil massage. Each girl is basically charged 2000 yuan. If you want the full service with the second girl, the first girl will charge 2000, and the second girl will charge 4000."
"Fine, fine, I won't do it then. Give me my money back, I'm leaving."
"Sir, wait a moment." She seemed a little anxious. "Otherwise, let me ask her if she's willing to do it. If she is, I'll have her come in. Please wait a moment."
I lay on the massage bed, honestly, I had lost all interest.
The door opened, and the girl came in. She approached me.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry to trouble you."
"It's alright." She gently stroked my chest.
"I originally wanted to give you an extra oil massage, because everyone's technique is a little different."
She was a little different from the women in typical hotel salons or even guesthouses; I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"You're so beautiful!"
"Thank you!"
"Your clothes look like a beautician's. Are you a beautician?"
"No, I work at a hospital. This is my uniform. I'm doing this part-time."
Part-time! It's just like those classified ads you often see in newspapers: young and beautiful, student, nurse, beautician, part-time.
"Oh, you're so hardworking!"
"I can't help it," she brushed her hair aside, "My mother needs a special caregiver. It costs over a thousand dollars a day. My salary just can't cover it."
My heart skipped a beat.
"Are you a local?"
She shook her head. "I live in Miaoli."
"Miaoli? You take the bus there every day?"
"Yes, by the way, could you give me a ride to the train station later?"
"Oh," I hesitated for a moment, "Sure."
"Thank you."
What a strange encounter. I looked at her quietly. She stood by the bed, turned her back to me, and slowly loosened her hair clip, took off her shoes, and unzipped her clothes, placing them one by one on the floor. Her bra was revealing and very sexy. She then took off her bra and panties, turned around, and gently caressed my body.
She was very thin, but well-proportioned; her breasts were not large but firm, she had no belly, and her buttocks were not sagging. She should be under 30. My hand wandered up her thighs from her knees, but she kept her legs tightly closed, seemingly preventing my hand from entering her secret garden.
She poured some lotion on me, and I closed my eyes, quietly enjoying her caresses.
She leaned her upper body against my chest and abdomen, and I could feel the stimulation of her breasts and nipples on my skin—a stimulation that women with large breasts could never provide. With women with large breasts, you often only feel two soft mounds of flesh rolling around on your chest. She gently sucked on my nipple with her mouth, while teasing my penis with one hand.
I knew she hadn't been in the industry for very long; to be honest, her tongue skills couldn't compare to those of experienced Thai bath girls. But her calmness and gentleness were a feeling I had never experienced before. Under her teasing, my penis gradually became engorged and swollen again.
She helped me put on a condom, straddled the massage bed, and guided my penis into her body with her hand. It was a little rough, but she wasn't impatient, and finally, little by little, it went in. Then she lay down, her hips swaying gently back and forth rhythmically.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and back, and her swaying gradually increased. I thrust my hips forward, and she arched her back slightly. I felt my penis was fully inside her.
Unlike most prostitutes who want me to give in after three minutes, she gently began to kiss my chest, shoulders, neck, and ears. When she kissed my cheek, I suddenly had an urge to kiss her on the lips.
There's a saying in the sex industry that working prostitutes should never kiss customers, because their bodies have already been given to the customer, and kissing again would be giving away their feelings. I've tried it many times; no matter how much a woman moans, how cooperative she is, how tightly she hugs you, if you get close to her mouth, she will immediately turn her head away.
I gently held her head, licking her hair and cheeks, slowly kissing my way down to her ears and cheeks. There was no smell of hairspray, cosmetics, or perfume; it was simple and comforting, like family. My nose touched the same spot on hers, and she didn't resist. I kissed her lips, our tongues entwining
, her saliva plentiful and sweet. Someone once said that a woman's saliva during sex is like nectar.
I was actually a little surprised that she didn't resist my intrusion. What kind of girl was she?
She pulled away from my lips and whispered in my ear, "Can you leave me your phone number later?"
I hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Okay."
Making love with her was a wonderful feeling; there was no rushed, violent release, but rather a tender feeling. I helped her sit up, allowing my penis to penetrate her deeper. I held her and gazed at her; she didn't meet my eyes directly. I lowered my head and kissed her breasts, only then noticing that her areolas and nipples were a beautiful pink.
I teased her pink nipples with the tip of my tongue. She closed her eyes, arched her back, tilted her head back slightly, and clung tightly to my back, but made no sound.
I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, holding her hips and swaying them up and down. Based on experience, this kind of thrusting often allows the glans to touch the clitoris, which feels very good to a woman. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I saw her long hair flying.
The pager went off, which was really unsightly. I picked her up; she wasn't heavy, and my penis was still inside her. I walked to my pants and turned off the pager.
I stood by the massage bed, had her lie down, spread her legs, and lifted them, thrusting rapidly. I watched her. She didn't have any particular expression, her gaze was turned to the side, and I felt a pang of pity.
Suddenly, she opened her arms and reached out to me. "Hold me," she said.
I bent down and hugged her tightly, stopping thrusting, but I felt her vagina tighten and contract, gripping my penis.
"Are you sore or tired?" I asked.
She shook her head, still holding me tightly. I felt a little reluctant to let go, and my penis slowly softened.
"How about this, you can use your hand to help me."
She nodded, and I stood by the bed, letting her lie flat on the bed, quietly caressing her body. Her skin looked very young, with some acne on her shoulders, which I thought was due to sun exposure. My hands wandered over her waist and hips, and when I tried to slip my hand between her legs, resistance appeared again.
She turned and sat up, leaning against me, burying her head between my chest and abdomen, one hand around my waist, the other gently caressing my most sensitive and aroused areas.
Unlike the previous woman, who just wanted to make me come, she wanted me to reach orgasm in the most comfortable and enjoyable state. Ahh, I couldn't help but cry out.
Her hands gradually increased in speed, and I felt myself getting harder and harder, a tightness rising from my spine, and I reached orgasm, all my semen spraying onto her breasts, flowing down her waist and thighs.

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