The auntie at the foot massage parlor

The auntie at the foot massage parlor...

I remember it happened when I was almost graduating from university. My graduation thesis and design were both approved, and I

was just waiting to get that useless red certificate. I was incredibly bored during that time, so I often went to take showers. My

rented dormitory room was the westernmost room in the building, so it was like a boiler at night. Therefore ,

I slept at the leisure center for a while.

I remember one time, I packed my things, locked the door, and went to the leisure center. Halfway there, I remembered that

going to the same place all the time was boring, so I wanted to try another one. I took a taxi straight there.

Just as I was about to enter, I saw a foot massage parlor with an advertisement outside advertising a 20-yuan foot massage. I

wanted a proper massage, so I went in.

The woman who massaged my feet was the owner; she was quite ordinary-looking, but she worked there. She looked to be in her early thirties, and I

found her quite attractive. Despite her age, she had a figure like a young woman, and her buttocks were very

full , swaying from side to side as she walked – a truly unforgettable sight. While I was admiring her, the owner

, while massaging my feet, started chatting with me: "Boss, is this your first time here? A foot massage here is only 20 yuan,

the lowest in town! If you like it, come often..." The owner went on and on,

but I didn't reply. The owner gave me a strange look, noticing I was staring at the woman. The

woman turned to get the TV remote, and our eyes met; she smiled and looked away. At that moment,

I was completely absorbed in watching the woman, and the owner gave me a knowing smile. While the proprietress was advertising her shop to me

, I was thinking, since she was already washing my feet, I couldn't very well tell her, "You're

not pretty , I don't want you to wash my feet anymore," because I figured I'd get punched. As I was washing my feet, I noticed an old man

go into the massage room—the one where the woman who looked to be in her thirties was giving him a massage. I thought, "

Great, this is it! I can just wash my feet and then go in for a massage." Since there were only two people

washing feet in the shop, the woman and the proprietress, I naturally

said "I'd like a back massage." The proprietress then said to her husband, who was sitting next to her watching TV, "Go and give the customer a

back massage." I quickly waved my hand, "No, it's uncomfortable for a man to massage my back, he's too strong, it's too awkward." The

couple probably understood what I meant. The proprietress said to me, "Then please wait a moment, she

's inside massaging, she'll be out in a bit."

Sure enough, after about five minutes, the woman finished massaging the old man. The proprietress said he

was a retired cadre, and he was getting a health massage, which the woman did very well. I

thought, "That's perfect! I want a massage girl who can provide both health and relaxation."

The proprietress told her, and the woman, with a smile, said to me, "This way, sir."

Sigh, I mainly look old, and on top of that, I wear the big ring my girlfriend and I got engaged,

which makes me unbearable to be called "sir" everywhere I go.

After following her into the massage room, I found there was only one massage bed; the place was very small, with

soundproof wooden panels on the walls. Once inside, she helped me take off my suit jacket. My suit jacket was old-fashioned, but

maybe it was considered good by her standards. She quietly complimented me, saying I was dressed very smartly, and then told me to lie down.

When her hand was on my chest, I suddenly noticed how incredibly white her hands were. She looked nothing like

a massage therapist. After the massage started, I initiated a conversation: "This place is a bit small."

She replied somewhat embarrassedly, "Yes, we're a small shop, very small. Otherwise, we wouldn't charge 20 yuan for

a foot massage.

" "How long have you been working here?"

"I've only been here for a little over two months."

"What did you do before? Your massage technique is very skilled."

While chatting with her, I tentatively touched her buttocks and waist with my hand. She didn't

seem to mind , so I simply slipped my hand inside her clothes and placed it on her back. To be honest, the space was too

small; I couldn't even stretch my arm out properly.

When my hand touched her skin, she glanced at me, still smiling. I guess

she was already used to my actions.

After a while, what I expected didn't happen. Her hands, when massaging my lower abdomen or

thighs, always avoided me. I thought, "Looks like I'm out of luck today." After she finished massaging me,

I told her, "My head keeps hurting, my nose is always stuffy, and it keeps throbbing, giving me a headache. Could you

massage my head?" She started massaging my head. Actually, I didn't really want her to massage my head;

I was still hoping for something. When she finished and sat down on the stool next to me, saying she was done, I

sat , looking at her. She looked at me too. For a few seconds, she didn't leave, and I didn't get up.

Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and said to her, "Why didn't you massage my genitals?" I pointed to my penis.

She gently reached out and placed her hand on my genitals, saying, "I thought you were quite young, so

I didn't dare ask.

" I said, "I'm 26. Is that young?" She paused and said, "She's 46."

I was truly astonished. I thought, a 46-year-old woman, you can't tell at all! How could this be?

I said, "You're lying to me, let me look closer." She playfully scolded me, "You've been looking for so long, haven't you seen enough?"

I cupped her face in my hands, and only then did I notice that time had mercilessly etched several lines at the corners of her eyes.

I tenderly stroked her crow's feet with my hands. Her face flushed, and she said, slightly out of breath, "I'm

getting old, aren't I?"

I nodded, then wanted to shake my head, but I couldn't resist kissing her. She looked at me, and I looked at

her. She said, "Don't you mind that I'm old?" I said, "You're not old at all, you're still very beautiful."

At that moment, she brought her lips to my mouth and closed her eyes. Life seemed to stand still. A

woman twenty years older than me, with her eyes closed, awaited my caresses. I gently kissed her lips,

slowly inserting my tongue into her mouth. Before it was fully inside, a powerful suction drew my tongue

in. It was her. She didn't want me to be so gentle with her. Her tongue was nimble...

Her kiss was teasing every nerve in my body. It was the most intoxicating kiss I'd ever experienced, and it solidified

my attraction to mature women. That tenderness and affection was something a young girl could never do. After

the kiss, she lowered her head and slowly unzipped my pants, looking at me with the same

guilty me. Finally, my penis was revealed. Her eyes lit up, and she said,

"Yours is so beautiful!" She looked at it again, then gently took it into her

mouth. At that moment, my penis felt like it had entered a warm paradise. Her tongue glided perfectly over

the tip of my penis—it felt so good, so incredibly good. Soon, my penis felt like it was about to explode, the veins bulging.

Just as I was about to reach my limit, she seemed to sense it too, and sat back down, watching me.

"Now that you've seen me and kissed me, it's time for me to see you, right?"

She slowly took off her jeans, revealing her snow-white belly. To my surprise,

there wasn't an ounce of fat on her belly. Then, I saw her underwear, which was red and had lace, with some

parts that were openwork. It was so sexy! There was even a bow on her mons pubis, which was incredibly cute. I couldn't resist and

started kissing her. Since she was a professional, I didn't dare kiss her vaginal opening, which meant kissing her

belly. She slowly pushed me away and took off her underwear. I picked her up and placed her on the massage bed. I stroked her

thighs; she showed no signs of middle age. Her thighs were so taut. I parted her legs, and I was surprised again.

Her vulva was like that of a girl in her early twenties, with very little hair. Her labia majora didn't droop at all

and a tender red color. Her labia minora were even more tender red. I forgot myself and inserted my penis. When I

heard her moan, I realized that I had forgotten to ask her for a condom. I thought I was doomed, and I stood

there, terrified and unsure what to do.

Then she spoke: "Little brother, don't worry, I have a husband and son. I'm not sick, and

I'm not a prostitute. I'm only giving myself to you today because I like you so much. I won't ask you for money;

I 'm not that kind of woman.

" In that instant, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotion, beyond words. I felt

an incredible comfort as my penis remained inside her. When I came to my senses, I realized how tight her vagina was,

gripping my penis so wonderfully. Because we were doing it secretly, I ejaculated within minutes. Her

orgasm came quickly too. After I finished, she gently cleaned me up and playfully kissed me, saying, "Your

little brother is so thick!"

When I asked her how much it cost, she burst into tears. "Why do you still think of

me as a prostitute? Do I look like someone you sell yourself to?"

I must have hurt her. I hugged and kissed her for a while, saying, "I'm sorry. I'll remember you. I'll

definitely come back to you. Next time, I'll get you a room, okay?

" She nodded. I went out, paid, and left. As I looked back at the shop, I saw

her sitting behind the glass door, watching me go.

This year I'm going back to my old city to switch to driving. I think I will definitely go back to her. To fulfill my

promise.

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