[My brother's near-triple outing]

Thinking back to my experience at the leisure center last month, I'm still incredibly excited; everything seems so

vivid in my mind. I've been wanting to write it down for a while, and only now do I have the time. Let me savor it slowly and recount

it carefully.

It had been a long time since I'd seen my girlfriend. Last month happened to be her birthday, so we agreed to go swimming first and then

have dinner . When we met at the swimming pool entrance, she was as youthful and energetic as ever, with long, flowing hair, a yellow cropped

top, and a denim skirt that perfectly accentuated her slender, shapely legs and incredibly slim waist

(hereafter referred to as C). Upon seeing her, we exchanged a knowing smile. "You're even prettier than before

!" She glanced at me. "Ugh, prettier my foot! You haven't even bothered to check on me in ages." After showering and changing in

separate went into the pool. C was wearing a pale yellow bikini today,

revealing her snow-white, jade-like skin, her soft, boneless arms, and her long, shapely legs. As soon as we entered the pool, her swim trunks,

the kind with side ties, drew everyone's gaze, as if they wanted to tear her

clothes off. Then they looked at me with envious eyes. We swam many laps in the pool, and when we got tired

, we went to the sauna next door for a dry sauna. In the wet sauna, I used salt to massage her smooth back and

thighs, making everyone else stare.

After swimming and showering, Little C changed into a beige long-sleeved princess-style blouse and black tight-fitting hot shorts. Her long, wet hair cascaded

down her shoulders skipped and hopped towards me like a little rabbit, looking as fresh and beautiful as nature itself. "I'm hungry,

come on, let's go get something to eat." With a flick of her long hair, the fresh scent of the air after the rain made me feel a little

dizzy. After leaving the house, I hailed a taxi. "What's wrong? You didn't drive today?" "It's your birthday, we're going

to drink until we drop, how could I drive?" We smiled at each other again. After taking a taxi, we arrived at a small but

beautiful restaurant. We ordered a few dishes with scenic views, drank two bottles of French wine, and reminisced about our shared

experiences since we last met. Time may pass, and people and things may change, but our unspoken understanding and the

warmth . As the wine flowed down our throats, that warmth slowly spread throughout our bodies. The gentle strains of a saxophone filled the air,

medieval European paintings adorned the walls, the lighting was dim, and Xiao C's voice was soft and tender. Outside, the rain

continued to pour down relentlessly. It felt as if we had been sitting

facing

each other for millennia, and it seemed we would stay like this forever. She sighed softly. "What's wrong, darling?" I asked. "I'm so happy you're here for my birthday. I wish time could just stand still." I smiled at her, slipped my hand under

the table , and placed it on her fair thigh. She warmly embraced my hand with her other leg. Before

long, the wine was finished, and we were both a little tipsy. Our faces were flushed. "Let's go." "

Where , brother?" "I'll take you to sober up, to relax and have a massage at a leisure center." "Okay, okay."

After paying the bill, I went out the door, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the leisure center.

A short while later, we arrived at this luxuriously decorated leisure center. This leisure center was

resplendent in gold and was known for its high-end atmosphere in the city. After getting out of the car, a waiter greeted us warmly, "Welcome, sir. What kind of room would

you like?" "A VIP room, of course, the best one." "Okay! This way, VIPs."

The elevator doors clattered open. We stood at the door. What would happen if we went in? What would happen if we didn't?

Life seems to be like that; how can you know the taste if you don't try? I put my arm around Little C's slender waist and we got on the elevator.

There were only the two of us in the elevator. I gently turned my face towards her, closed my eyes, and rested my head on her hair

, inhaling her unique fragrance—my favorite Elizabeth Arde perfume, mixed with

the subtle scent of wine emanating from her pores. It was almost decadent, and it foreshadowed an extraordinary,

unforgettable night. She turned her face to the side, her nose lightly touching my cheek, stirring

a long-dormant feeling in my heart. Little C murmured, "These days, I often get angry, upset,

or cry. But these past few hours with you, I've forgotten all those unhappy things. I want you; you

have to love me well tonight."

The elevator went straight to the 7th floor, which was entirely comprised of VIP suites. These suites were enormous, about 60 square meters. They were

divided into two large areas: a shower room and a massage room. The shower room had a large jacuzzi,

a dry sauna, a steam room, a shower stall, and a bathing bed. In the massage room, there were two beds side-by-side without

a partition . There was a frosted glass screen leading outside, beyond which was a large, comfortable sofa and coffee table.

As the elevator doors opened, a waiter greeted us warmly, "Sir, please change into slippers." We sat

on the sofa, changed our slippers, and as we stood up, a wave of alcohol hit us, making us even more

dizzy. Our faces were flushed, making us look rather adorable. The room was the innermost one, very

quiet and secluded. I thought: with no one to bother us and having drunk so much, Little C should be more relaxed. Tonight

will be a good opportunity. Little C, I like you so much. Tonight, I'll definitely make sure you have plenty of fun and enjoyment. Life is like

a journey ; since we're here, we shouldn't miss the scenery along the way, and we should try all the happy and joyful things.

Being together adds fragrance to ordinary days and makes them a little different from the mundane. Upon entering the room,

a waiter followed us in with a tray containing two glasses of fresh orange juice and a large towel. He hung the towel

in a square glass panel on the door, bowed, and said, "Sir, have a pleasant evening

. Please call if you require service." After the waiter left, our eyes met, and we couldn't help but embrace,

savoring each other's juices. I picked up Little C and led her into the shower room. We loosened our clothes, and the alcohol

intensified. Overcome by impulse, we lay down on the shower bed without any foreplay

and began our most beautiful concerto. After a few minutes, I thought: No, this is a day I brought Little C to enjoy herself.

Ending it so quickly is too imperfect. So, I stopped and whispered in her ear, "Let's take

a shower first, enjoy a massage, and then we can be intimate, okay?" Little C's eyes were hazy. "Darling,

whatever ." So after soaking in the bathtub and drying ourselves off, we put on disposable paper underwear and bathrobes,

and dialed the phone on the coffee table. "Could you please call two people in for a massage?" "Would you like two girls or one boy?"

"One woman." I thought to myself: Isn't that obvious? If Xiao C wants a woman to massage her, wouldn't all our efforts be wasted? So I

quickly said, "One man and one woman, preferably with good service." "Okay, please wait a moment,

we'll be right there." We both felt dizzy again. I helped Xiao C to one of the massage beds and covered her with a

white towel. Then I lay down on another massage bed myself, feeling a bit cold, and covered myself with a towel as well.

Perhaps this leisure center was too busy; although they said "right away," we actually waited about 20 minutes. By this

time was a little sober and was about to call them when there was a knock at the door. I

called out, a little annoyed, "Come in." A boy and a girl each carried a small zippered handbag and

closed the door. They bowed and said, "Hello, I'm number xx. Sorry to keep you waiting, it's a pleasure to serve you." The

girl was about 20 years old, wearing a red short-sleeved floral collared t-shirt and a

white mini-skirt that barely covered her thighs. Her legs were perfectly proportioned, smooth and radiant, white and tender—no exaggeration. Seeing

such a beautiful figure, my anger instantly vanished. "Come on, beautiful, I've been waiting for you for ages!"

The girl giggled. The boy was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and shorts,

all skinny, with a pointed face and a small mustache, looking somewhat like a terracotta warrior from Xi'an.

He was handsome, but had a slightly roguish air about him. I thought to myself, "You're really lucky, kid.

You have such a beautiful girl today, unmarried, no boyfriend. She's giving you a full-body massage,

touching everything she should and shouldn't touch. Normally, if you met her on the street, I doubt even a little cuckold would give you a second glance." The boy

(hereinafter referred to as "Male A," the pinyin for "massage guy," haha) came in looking exhausted. Seeing the

young and , his eyes suddenly lit up. He strode over to C and said routinely, "Hello,

I'm number xx, it's a pleasure to serve you." C, her eyes still hazy, managed a soft "Mmm."

The girl massaging me asked, "Would you like one type or two?" I'd been here before and knew that one

type meant a head, shoulder, hand, and leg massage while wearing a bathrobe, and two types included back, chest

, and buttock oil massages. I thought: C, I like you, I want you to enjoy yourself more. Oil massages relieve fatigue and

are good for the skin. Since we're here and the atmosphere is so nice, I should let you try it. Don't blame me. I replied,

"Two hours, thank you." And so, the massage officially began.

I've been to this relaxation center many times, and when I bring my partner for a massage, the focus isn't on

myself , but on whether my partner truly enjoys and relaxes. So, I focused my attention on C,

turning my head to stare intently at her. Man A started with a head and shoulder massage. He took a low stool and sat

behind C's head, facing her. Since it was the first hour, everyone was wearing bathrobes. Man A first

put behind C's back and pressed his fingers upwards on her back. Because of the clothing, C didn't react much;

her eyes remained closed, her lips pouting, and her long eyelashes were quite adorable. After a short while, he moved on to the head

massage. Only then did I notice that Man A's hands were long and slender, looking very much like a woman's hands, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain

for him. The head massage was no different from any other massage; he just rubbed my face. I was already

impatient, thinking, "Stop massaging these minor areas, let's move on to the next one." After waiting for more than ten

minutes time for the hand massage.

The hand massage was just routine; most guys who've been to a reputable massage parlor know

this. It's basically the same thing: first, they pinch and rub the ten fingers to loosen the muscles, then massage the forearms, and then the upper

arms. Little C was sobering up a bit by this point, and he squinted at the man massaging him, A.

A seemed a little embarrassed when he saw Little C looking at him, and lowered his head. Little C seemed to chuckle,

turning his head to look at the oil painting beside him. This detail probably subtly broke down some of Little C's defenses. Next

came the leg massage, which required some skill. The success of this leisure center lay in its avoidance

of rushing straight to the sensitive areas and causing the woman's aversion. They valued a gradual approach, starting with gentle

massages of other areas to slowly dispel the woman's concerns, getting her into the mood before gradually moving on to more arousing areas. The leg massage

followed the same principle. They started with the feet. The man first poured some essential oil into his hands and applied it to the soles and insteps of her feet.

After spreading it evenly, he pressed down in circular motions on the backs of her feet with his palms, applying slightly more pressure, yet in a very gentle manner,

like caring man tending to his wife after a long day. Little C's expression showed she was thoroughly enjoying it.

After the feet, it was time for the calves. The man lifted Little C's knees, slightly pulling her bathrobe to the side to expose her calves.

He poured more essential oil into his palms, rubbing his hands together to warm it. He

then massaged Little C's calves between his hands, scraping downwards. Having just swum, she was a little tired, and Little C clearly

enjoyed the technique. She opened her eyes and then closed them again, lying comfortably on the pillow, letting the man do as he pleased.

After the left calf, he moved on to the right calf, finishing quickly. The man continued his intrusion, completely

separating the hem of Little C's bathrobe and letting it hang down the massage bed. This guy's technique was superb. He had already pampered Little C so

well that this move didn't elicit any resistance from her. At this moment, Little C's slender and long legs

were completely exposed to us. We were both wearing paper underwear, so we could see

the mysterious allure of Little C's black pubic area. My senses immediately surged, and I couldn't help but get an erection. Because the thighs were a large

area , this time, A didn't pour the oil into his hand but dripped some directly onto her thighs.

His technique was very unique, using a light scraping method, scraping the oil from the front all the way down to her calves. He

spread evenly on her legs. Little C was most proud of her beautiful legs. At 168 cm tall, with her fair and tender

legs, she often attracted countless admiring glances when she walked down the street in her miniskirt. After applying the oil, her legs appeared even more shapely

and white, reflecting a snow-white hue in the dim light. A and I both widened our eyes at the same time. Little C,

unaware , kept her eyes closed and continued to enjoy herself. Starting from the knee, he gently massaged upwards in small circles with his palms, continuing

until he reached the inner thigh, one of the most sensitive areas for women. The man appropriately lightened his pressure. His

movements were slow, feeling more like caressing than massaging, moving back and forth on C's oily legs.

The caresses, the smooth, supple sensation, made Xiao C's already sensitive body tremble slightly. The man's hands

caressed, massaged, and rubbed, gradually approaching Xiao C's sensitive areas. His hands

stopped abruptly at the base of her thighs, then traced a line along the edge of her pubic bone with his finger. This

seemed to silently tell Xiao C that the thigh massage had ended. With this hint, Xiao C's tense mood

gradually relaxed. After all, she was unmarried and didn't even have a boyfriend; being too hasty

would her more fearful. However, the experience of exposing her thighs in paper underwear to a strange man was a

first for her, and it felt very exciting. I could vaguely see that Xiao C's paper underwear was already a little damp.

After massaging the other leg in the same way, the man professionally asked, "Would you like an oil massage?"

In this situation, the man's question still seemed abrupt. I knew the oil massage was the essence of the massage,

and to let C fully enjoy it, I quickly answered "yes" for her. Then, the man said, "Please take off your bathrobe and

turn over to lie face down on the bed."

While he said "please take off your bathrobe," what girl would willingly undress in front of a strange man?

C was already lying face down on the massage bed, so the man, with experience, lifted her up from her legs and helped her remove the bathrobe.

C's smooth, creamy back was completely exposed; she was now only wearing a pair of paper shorts.

Her slender . Both the man and I stared wide-eyed. The

girl massaging me moved in sync with the man; she also removed my bathrobe, had me lie face down on the bed, and began massaging my

back.

But at that moment, my mind wasn't on that girl at all. My head was resting under my face,

tilted to the side and raised high, my eyes wide open, watching what A was doing. The two massage beds were only ten centimeters apart, so I

could see clearly. I saw A deftly take a bath towel and cover C's buttocks,

easing her tension. He poured some essential oil on C's back and shoulders, gently spreading it evenly. Seeing a beautiful woman, A

spared no expense in his attentiveness, pouring almost half a bottle of essential oil. Instantly, C felt a loose, smooth sensation

spreading across her body. He then

rubbed the muscles of her neck extensively with both hands, slowly expanding from the spine to her shoulders, massaging

for .

Man A stood to the side of C, using both hands to massage up and down from her shoulders to her waist.

As his hands reached her waist, he simultaneously pulled down her abdominal muscles. When he massaged her back, he also stroked her

breasts. Each time his hands touched her breasts, her sensitive body arched slightly. From

the side, I could see C's perfectly sized breasts, gradually becoming coated with essential oil. After repeating this

several times , Man A changed his position, gently stroking C's back with four fingers. The back has many important acupoints, all very

sensitive and easily arousing. After a few minutes of this, C's emotions visibly relaxed.

Next, he began massaging her back, starting from her back and slowly moving downwards to her waist, then a little lower,

above her buttocks. His hands then slipped inside her paper underwear. C trembled slightly but didn't

resist , allowing Man A's hands to roam freely over her snow-white buttocks. I couldn't help but secretly admire

Man A. If the order of the movements had been reversed, or even if the technique and pressure had been slightly off, the usually refined Ms.

C would never have accepted this kind of massage.

After the back massage, it was time for a more in-depth oil massage on the buttocks. Man A lifted the towel covering her buttocks and placed it over

Ms. C's back. He said, "Let me help you take off your pants," and pulled down Ms. C's underwear from behind. This

was standard practice; no matter what, female customers wouldn't remove their last nominal line of defense on their own. Man A straddled

the massage bed, lifted Ms. C's thighs, and placed them on his own thighs. At this moment,

the girl did the same. At that moment, my mind wasn't on the girl at all. Glancing at

Xiao C, whose eyes remained shyly closed, I simply propped myself up on my elbows and stared intently

at her. The girl massaging me probably hadn't seen anyone like me before—having such a beautiful lover, yet bringing her here

for a massage, her attention completely focused on her being massaged by a strange man, her bright eyes fixed on me, full of confusion

and a hint of amusement. I rolled my eyes at her, signaling her to mind her own business and ignore me.

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