[My First Time Giving a Massage to a Woman]

My First Time Giving a Woman a Massage

Life is a strange thing. Sometimes, even the best-planned things won't go as you wish,

and unexpected things will happen. After graduating from school, my simple wish was

to work as a waitress in a hotel. To be honest, due to my poor family background and lack of diligence in my studies,

working . It would earn more money, guarantee three meals a day, and most importantly, satisfy my

vanity and allow me to see a grand scene. After several job changes, I finally settled down in the catering department of a hotel in the city center. In

my spare time, I went to the gym to work out. Unexpectedly, this little hobby caught the eye of the front desk manager, who transferred me to the gym as a fitness instructor, thus beginning my journey of romantic encounters. 　　I remember not long after joining the department, I learned that the gym not only offered fitness but also provided traditional Chinese massage services. Because of the excellent techniques and attentive service, many people came from all over the world, including teams kinds. Our department was often short-staffed and overwhelmed. Before long, I was also assigned by the manager to be a professional massage therapist, and I was the youngest one there. I was twenty-five years old then. I learned quickly from my master, but I hadn't had a chance to practice yet. Actually, I wasn't particularly looking forward to practicing, because I felt I wasn't confident enough to do it well, so I never did it for a real client. But soon, my overwhelmed colleagues pushed me to the front desk, and my career . It was a European man, a big fat guy weighing over two hundred pounds. When he lay down on the massage bed in the massage room, I almost despaired. I didn't know where to start. Looking at the fleshy mass I was pressing, my heart was pounding . Seeing his satisfied expression after his shower, I decided to give it a try. I tried my best to use all my strength and finger pressure. In less than ten minutes, I was drenched in sweat. The tension combined with the excessive force left me exhausted after . But to my surprise, the foreigner gave me a thumbs up. When he said in a very confident tone, "Very 　good," all the previous fatigue disappeared. I felt a sense of satisfaction from bringing someone a wonderful experience, a sense of accomplishment I had never felt before. He gave me the confidence to continue in this line of work. 　　However, the unexpected still happened. It was an early shift, and while I was preparing to clean the massage room, the receptionist called to say that a Japanese guest wanted a massage and asked me to get ready . I agreed, grabbed a large bath towel, and leaned against the door to wait. After a while, with soft footsteps, a woman in a snow-white midi dress, her long hair elegantly styled, approached me. She was unbelievably beautiful, her fair face still bearing traces of yesterday's blush. Her foreign demeanor made me hesitant to make any sudden moves. She nodded slightly to me and softly said, "Massage, is that alright?" 　　Her voice was both soft and firm. "Of course," I replied, pulling my legs back from their casual stretch, my heart pounding inexplicably. She leaned slightly forward, took the large towel from my hand, and slowly walked into the massage room. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with the occasional soft background music from the hotel drifting in, mingling with the slightly damp, pleasant scent of the bathroom, creating a sense of otherworldly tranquility. "All done, thank you," her voice . Oh, she's here. As I responded, I went inside. In the dimly lit room, she was already lying face down on the massage bed, covered with a large towel. Her bare arms hung naturally at her sides, like a tired kitten, evoking pity. 　　Without time to think, I had to begin. Through the towel, I could clearly feel her incredibly soft body, but suddenly I realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. My sensitive ears immediately burned, as if they too sensed the heat. I chatted with her casually, but even that couldn't hide my unease. I started imagining how she would . Would she enjoy it? Soon she was in the mood, responding to my touch, expressing gentle sensations. Half an hour passed quickly, and it was time to turn her over to face her. I lifted the large towel slightly, gently beckoning her to turn. Hmm, she slowly turned over. 　　My intense curiosity finally compelled me to keep watching. The puberty dream I'd never forget had finally come true. What a beautiful body! A pair of perfectly round, firm breasts, the pink nipples clear and delicate, trembling as she turned—it was mesmerizing, almost overwhelming. I exhaled and covered her with the large towel again. She gently smoothed her slightly disheveled hair with her arms. Her beautiful face showed no embarrassment. 　　I moved to the back of her head and began massaging her shoulders. Her skin was soft and elastic, completely untouched . I thought dreamily, my hands unconsciously slipping through the towel. Slowly, I felt her prominent breasts, causing my hands to tremble violently. I almost lost control, nearly losing consciousness . She suddenly let out a soft moan. I immediately stopped, feigning composure, and asked, "Does it feel good?" She nodded vigorously. "Do you like it there?" I asked somewhat brazenly. "Yes, I like it." The answer was light and pleasant. 　　As if I understood, my hands became even more nimble. As my movements quickened, her firm breasts swayed with her body. My fingers gently kneaded her nipples, which quickly hardened —this was a moment of frenzy. She finally let out a soft moan, slow and somewhat restrained. The large towel slid slowly to the ground, and my hands had moved to her waist, then down to her hips. Her legs bent slightly . At first, she held them tightly together with restraint, but as my magical fingers gently kneaded them, she quickly broke free . She opened her legs like a greedily blooming flower before me, and my palms moved from the outside of her legs to the inside, slowly but firmly rubbing and caressing both sides. Her breathing quickened, her passionate writhing seemed uncontrollable, her hands grasping at something haphazardly. I offered her one, and she gripped it tightly, gazing at me with adoration. I looked at her, bewildered, my hand, held by hers, beginning to tremble . Then, something incredible happened: she slowly, very slowly, placed my hand on her most private place. I could feel that moist ocean, warm and damp; the moment my fingers entered…

Slow and light. The rhythmic thrusting began, and soon her moans grew faster and faster. She kept shaking her head, and

suddenly her lower abdomen trembled violently. Her legs clamped tightly around my hand, and I immediately felt a

surge of heat in my hand, which gushed out. It was an indescribable pleasure. She soaked half of the bed sheet, and I unbelievably

reached my climax!

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