Repost: I had a moment of sexual impulse and hired a male masseur.

On a whim, I hired a male massage therapist.
I'd seen a post on a forum where someone mentioned a full-body oil massage, saying they felt so good they almost had an orgasm.
I found it hard to believe, because I'd had a full-body oil massage before. It's a common beauty treatment;
while you're naked, the therapist doesn't touch sensitive areas like the nipples or genitals. It
's comfortable, but generally doesn't provide any sexual pleasure. So I contacted the massage therapist on the blog and booked an appointment.
Following his directions, I found the place: an ordinary apartment. The therapist warmly
invited me to the massage room (one of the rooms in the apartment). The room had a TV, a bed, and the size was decent.
The therapist asked, "Would you like a full-body massage with oil?" I said yes, and he closed the door and had me
sit on the bed. He was about 25 or 26 years old, around 183cm tall, with a good build, fair skin, and quite handsome—
my type. He had a professional smile.
I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because I had, after all, come with the intention of seeking "special services."
But this discomfort lasted only a second, because I told myself, "I'm a customer; what customer is afraid of a service worker?"
At that moment, the masseur smiled and said, "Let me help you change." I stood up, and he unbuttoned my shirt and
quickly took it off (including my bra). I felt awkward having him help me take off my pants, so I took off my trousers myself,
leaving my underwear on.
By then, he had already arranged pillows and laid out a bath towel, and had me put on a disposable massage suit and lie face down on the bed
. After I was settled, he said, "Let me help you take off your underwear," and then pulled it down from behind
. This was clearly to avoid the embarrassment of the customer having to remove this last piece of clothing. Then she asked me how the air conditioning was,
adjusted it, and asked if I wanted to watch TV or listen to music. I chose soft music, and she dimmed the lights before
starting the service. Initially, she seemed very professional.
She started by massaging from my shoulders down my back with both hands. She then carefully asked if my hands were cold and if the pressure was too strong. I've had this kind of
regular massage many times, so I'm quite used to it. It usually starts with the back and waist, then the buttocks, legs, and
feet, then the arms, and then the client turns over—it seems to follow this order everywhere. But with AGA
IN, because I was now thinking about "touching," I had a more sensual approach, so
every movement of his hands caressing my bare skin felt a little more...something. I
found that when your mind is set on that direction, it really does feel different. Before he even touched any sensitive areas, it
seemed like he was already turning. While he was doing it, I started chatting with him. Just casual conversation. He
spoke very nicely and very carefully. I asked him if he had many female clients, and he said not many. I asked if he only served women
, and he said yes, they only catered to women. After chatting for a while, we ran out of things to say and just remained silent. His
massage was indeed very comfortable; I felt myself getting slightly wet, probably because I was anticipating it. When
he told me to turn over, my heart raced because I knew he was going to massage my breasts. My
face flushed slightly, but thankfully the lighting wasn't too bright, so he probably wouldn't notice. I immediately closed
my eyes after turning over. He covered my genitals with a towel and walked over to my head…
Sure enough, he asked, "Is there anything you don't want me to massage?" Out of curiosity
, I asked, "What about other customers?" He said, "Oh, some customers don't want their nipples massaged; those are reserved for the gentlemen
." We both laughed. That laughter washed away all the embarrassment. I asked, "What
about most ?" He said, "It doesn't matter, I massage everywhere, it's quite comfortable." I said, "I don't
mind either." Perhaps it was the passion of facing a stranger of the opposite sex, but the moment his hands slid over my nipples, I trembled slightly
and made a soft "ssing" sound. The feeling of his skillful hands massaging my nipples was amazing! I believe many
women experience some kind of sexual pleasure at this time, and might feel embarrassed, so he confidently
said, "Feels good, right? Lots of people come here, it's very effective. People are so tired from work these days, come relax after work
..." I now believe what the blog says because I noticed he observes me. He noticed I really enjoyed
his breast massage, so he repeatedly massaged my breasts. After a while, he used a very comfortable movement:
starting from my armpits, he ran his hands over my breasts and nipples, pushing down along my ribs, all the way to the side of my buttocks
, then flipped back... Then he did it in the opposite direction: starting from my neck, he pushed down, past my breasts and abdomen,
until he touched my pubic hair, then pulled back from the side. Every time he pushed towards my lower body, I
felt very excited, my body seemed to be anticipating him to continue downwards... I didn't say anything this time because I was a little
embarrassed to answer. I felt that this time he pushed a little further towards my genitals, as if he was seducing me.
Then he did something I never expected: he placed his hands on my breasts and started rapidly rubbing
my nipples with his fingers! It was a very stimulating action. He said, "Feels good, doesn't it?" My expression at that moment must have been very
strange.
I bit my lip and said, "Mmm." As he continued to caress my nipples, I closed my eyes and simply moaned
, because I couldn't control myself. Massaging my nipples was incredibly stimulating; I felt like my brain was throbbing. He continued to
gently massage my breasts with his palms in a circular motion.
I once read a short story about a female customer who developed a tacit understanding with a male masseur during a massage
. That's just the novelist's romantic imagination. In reality, our relationship was
purely financial; I paid, and he provided the service. I think many women would lose interest at this point,
because the intimacy they seek isn't just physical but also emotional. Personally, I've always enjoyed massages
because I feel that whether you go for a beauty treatment or a doctor's visit, it's for your health, so you should try to relax;
otherwise, you're just paying to suffer. Men and women alike sometimes ask, if you have physical needs, why not go to a man
? I think the principle is the same as masturbation: many men and women masturbate either because their sexual partner
is unavailable, or because the orgasm from masturbation and the orgasm from sex are not interchangeable; each has its own merits.
Although I have my husband in my daily life, he can't give me the same delicate, skin-touching caresses that professional massage therapists provide
, allowing me to relax completely. Psychologically, my husband is the active party, the one who takes the initiative .
The masseur was someone I paid to massage me; he was there to serve me. So, the male masseur gave me a massage that my husband
couldn't match.
At this point, he didn't continue but went out. He returned half a minute later with a hot towel,
gently wiping away the oil from my body, and then had me turn over and lie face down. I wanted to ask why, but I was too embarrassed, guessing it
was probably part of the service. I later realized I was right. To ensure repeat customers, they always massage for a sufficient amount of time
, making the customer feel it's worthwhile. He started with my back, but this time it felt different. His touch was
like a lover's, gently caressing and stroking my back and waist… His hands seemed to have more than twenty fingers
, as if many fingers covered every nerve ending… He kept touching me, making
soft moaning sounds: "Ah…oh…". I quickly became aroused, feeling even wetter down there
, and my genitals unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath me.
Then I heard him take off his shoes, kneel behind me, and massage my buttocks and waist. These are both
erogenous zones for women, and of course he wouldn't miss them. His massage felt so good that I instinctively
arched my back. But he didn't immediately stimulate my core. He knelt forward slightly, leaned down, and started with
his hands, moving them from my buttocks, down my waist and back, then sliding to my sides, reaching forward to touch my breasts! I
couldn't control myself; when he touched my nipples, I made "oh oh" sounds and inhaled deeply. He responded with
a few moans, continuing to rub my nipples. I felt the nerves in my nipples were directly connected to my brain, the stimulation sending
waves of sensation through me, as if my whole body was relaxing, and my lower body was secreting fluids. I unconsciously raised my upper body
so he could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily and helplessly twisted, continuing to moan "mmm." He probably
thought my moans were too loud, so he got up, turned up the music, and returned to the original position. Because his caresses
of my breasts felt so good, my sensations were focused on my breasts and lower body, and I became less sensitive to my lower back. So,
although he was making large circular motions (from my buttocks, waist, back to my breasts, then back down over my abdomen), he mainly
focused on my breasts. I must have been quite out of control at that moment: I was groaning with my buttocks raised. He then sat up and
gently pressed my lower back. I understood and leaned down. He put some oil on his hands and sprinkled it
between my buttocks. Oh my god, I knew he was probably going to massage my anus, but then I thought, "That can't be, right?" Before I
could think any further, his fingers were already there. He was very skilled: he used both hands alternately to stroke my buttocks, and every time he passed over
my anus, I felt a jolt of excitement. The alternating strokes made the excitement jump up and down.
Then he spoke: "Feels good, doesn't it?" I didn't speak, just made a soft sound. He then placed his fingers
on my anus, massaging the perianal area, rotating, and gently wriggling, while his other hand pressed on my buttocks, making me feel so good!
She must have known the customer was really enjoying himself, so his professional moans grew louder. At that moment, I
started to feel something for him, and blushing, I said, "You're only using your hands? Can you use your body to massage me?" He
answered expertly, "You mean my body? Well, I'm fine with that, but you'll have to give me an extra XX yuan.
This kind of work is physically demanding." I thought, since we've already done it, and it feels so good, I might as well take it. So
I agreed.
He pressed down on me from behind, his arms in front of my head…
I immediately felt his penis rubbing against my back, tickling me. His professional moans intensified; I don't know
how much of it was genuine, but he must have felt good too. He pressed down further,
massaging me with his body, asking, "If you're pressing too hard, just say so." I said it was okay, it was fine. His back massage
felt better than his hands because of the larger contact area, and since it was his sensitive area, it felt more like skin-to-skin contact. He
massaged my back with his body, then gradually moved downwards, turning my buttocks... I felt a little embarrassed at this point,
after all, it was contact between a man and a woman's genitals, but he probably didn't care and continued, teasing me with his penis
between ... I was on the verge of orgasm, and I became bolder, so I simply said, "
Could you massage my buttocks again with your hands?" I made this request because his anal massage felt so good earlier, I felt like
I was about to orgasm. He said yes, and massaged my anus like before. I felt "that" coming soon
, so I said, "Keep doing this, don't stop." He said, "Okay, I won't stop," and he even increased the volume of his moans. I had never orgasmed from anal massage before, and of course, no one had ever caressed my buttocks for so long
before touching my genitals, but this time I really came. My lower body was pressed tightly against the towel. When he pressed his fingers against my buttocks, I felt my clitoris throbbing —I had an orgasm! Afraid of making too much noise, I bit my lip to suppress my moans. After that, panting reached down and touched myself: the towel around my vagina and below was completely soaked! "Sister, do you want to rest for a bit?" I said yes, and got up. Seeing that I was completely naked, and he was also naked, he first lifted a corner of the towel to wipe the water from my lower body. I felt embarrassed, but seeing his focused expression, I relaxed. Then he gently pulled off the wet towel and placed a clean one on top. I put on my shirt and got out of bed. (He left for a minute, and I sat naked on the bed, watching the light shine on my oil-stained breasts, making them glisten. I laughed to myself, thinking, "I never thought I could play like this. I rarely reach orgasms, but this pretty boy made it so easy for me several times." Thinking about this sent a tingling, electric sensation through my body.) He brought me a glass of warm water. "Let's chat," I said, taking the initiative. Me: "Have other people done this to me?" Him: "Rarely." Him: "You seem quite comfortable." Me: "Of course, it's been a long time since I felt this good." Him: "Are you married? " I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I'm married, and I feel good with my husband." Him: "Your husband doesn't do this to you?" Me: "My husband does too, but not as well as you." He smiled smugly. Him: "Do you want more?" Me: "What?" Him: "There's something even more comfortable." I laughed and said, "I don't want to leave yet." He: "Great, I didn't even finish the whole thing yet, I didn't expect you..."

"First..." After resting for a while and listening to music...
he sat next to me and started with a gentle, stroking massage. It wasn't really a massage
, more like teasing. He moved from my shoulders to my buttocks, and I quickly felt something. I asked him if he had done it for *Sister*.
He said yes, *Sister* was a regular here. I said I was *Sister*'s friend, and he said he would take good
care of *Sister*'s friend.
As he spoke, he massaged down below, already teasing my buttocks with his fingers, all the way to my genitals.
He seemed very skilled. Then he straddled me, his hands moving from my shoulders, sliding down my back and
waist, and then massaging my buttocks with a bit more force.
I heard him take off his only pair of underwear behind me, bend down, grab my arms, and
massage me with his body. His chest was thick and strong, it felt very good. And he also let out a professional moan. I deliberately
asked him, "Are you comfortable?" He said, "Of course I'm comfortable, it's comfortable with *Sister*." "I found it
a bit sentimental, but he didn't seem to be faking it. He used his penis to massage my buttocks, then
he remained straddling me and made me roll over. After I rolled over, he massaged my breasts with his chest. As Sister *
said, he used his hands to hold my arms, supporting his body, and rubbed his chest against my body. I felt incredibly
good, especially when he rubbed his tongue against my nipples. Then, he got off the bed and massaged my upper
body with his hands.
He must have been very experienced, knowing exactly what women liked; his massages of my shoulders, chest, and breasts were all spot-on.
For example, when massaging my breasts, he would grasp them with his palms, squeeze them a few times, then massage in circles,
and then stimulate my nipples in various ways to see my reaction. If I liked something from him, he would continue in that
way. By the time he did this, my lower body was already soaking wet, my body started to tremble, and my moans grew louder.
I couldn't resist touching his naked body. He seemed to enjoy it, closing his
eyes and moaning 'Oh, oh' when I touched his penis." The sound. But I could tell he was actually really comfortable. I asked him
how many members would let him do special things, and he said quite a few, almost a third.
Some people never do it and don't know about others.
As he massaged, he noticed my nipples were very sensitive, so he suddenly leaned down to lick and suck one of my nipples, while playing with
the other with his hand. This was different from just touching with his hand, and I was immediately aroused! I started to lose control! I liked it,
so I kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged him and touched him all over. His back was very soft and smooth
(I mean, even without oil, it should be like that), and it felt very comfortable to touch. His chest was also very firm. I
got even wilder at this point, and I simply touched his genitals, his buttocks, and went around to the "root" I touched in the front. He didn't dodge,
and in fact, when I was feeling very comfortable myself, I couldn't possibly have time to touch him carefully.
Before we "finished," he pointed at me and asked me tactfully, "Do you want to go inside?" "I've seen many fantasies written by men online
about how women can use fingers or dildos during masturbation, but from what I understand,
it's actually rare. Maybe it's because I'm not psychologically ready to accept penetration from men other than my husband; I reserve that for him.
I shook my head, and he didn't penetrate.
Perhaps because he saw my sensitive nipples, he left his left hand on my chest and massaged my genitals.
His right hand first massaged my entire genitals with the palm, then his index and middle fingers massaged my clitoris, while his ring and little fingers
teased the vaginal opening. When I was about to climax, he had me rest my head on his left arm, essentially embracing each other
, and then he lowered his head to suck on my nipples while simultaneously increasing the speed of his clitoral stimulation. I climaxed while holding him.
This tight embrace during orgasm felt like sex again, and the orgasm was even more solo.
I could feel my genitals trembling violently, like they were 'colliding'!
After I climaxed, I held him tightly, refusing to let go. He whispered in my ear, 'You're completely soaked; my
hands are wet.' " I said, "It feels so... good." After I sat up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil.
Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want some too," and went to suck his nipple and penis. He
didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued his professional moaning...

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