First time getting an oil massage

My First Oil Massage Experience (Repost)

I'm 30 years old, divorced, and living alone in Canada. I enjoy getting beauty treatments and sometimes discuss beauty tips with other women on Chinese forums. Once, I heard a post on a Chinese forum where someone mentioned a full-body oil massage, saying they felt so good they almost had an orgasm. I found this hard to believe because I've had full-body oil massages in both China and Canada. It's a regular beauty treatment; although you need to be completely naked, the masseuse doesn't touch erogenous zones like the nipples or genitals. It's comfortable, but generally doesn't provide any sexual pleasure.
I registered a Hotmail account and left a message asking this person to contact me. She later told me that in reputable beauty salons in China, you can choose whether or not to have your nipples massaged during a full-body oil massage. Some will ask, while others require you to remind them not to touch your nipples. If you feel very comfortable, a perceptive masseuse might focus more on those areas, which can certainly create a certain level of pleasure. I asked, "You mentioned legitimate beauty centers, are there any illegitimate ones?" She replied, "The illegitimate ones I'm referring to are those where the staff really massage your whole body just to get more tips. There's nothing wrong with same-sex massages, but it requires some effort. If you meet the right person, and they think you like it, they'll do it for you. If you ask them yourself, you don't know if they'll agree. I'm too embarrassed to ask them myself." Then she gave me the address of a bathhouse in Beijing and told me to try the women's section. I asked if all the staff there could do oil massages like that, and she replied, "You'll have to try it. Good luck."
I wasn't really interested in this kind of special treatment between women, just curious, but then I heard her say in the email, "It's really comfortable, much softer than a man's rough hands, and they're professionals, they specialize in selling you services, it'll make you feel amazing." "I also wanted to 'try it out.' Women don't maintain the same distance as men; this kind of intimacy is perfectly acceptable. And, perhaps because my psychology is different from men's, I don't consider this special service as sexual activity, just play—it's about one woman providing physical enjoyment to another through the care of her erogenous zones. Two
years ago, when I returned to China to visit relatives, I followed the directions and found that bathhouse. It had a large storefront with big signs saying 'Includes saunas, beauty salons, and massages for men and women.' Inside, in what looked like a respectable lobby, there were doormen..." They bowed and warmly invited me to the front desk. The receptionist also bowed, gave me a key tag with both hands, and bowed again to indicate the direction of the women's section. I hadn't walked two steps before someone bowed and pointed me in the right direction... I thought to myself, this must be a high-end place. Maybe the girls in low-end hair salons and the like are too lazy to give massages to women because they're looking for fast money. Changing and showering are a given, and I could have taken a sauna, but I didn't because I don't like it.
I put on a bathrobe and went straight to the exit leading to the interior, where a staff member asked me, "Would you like to go to the lounge or a beauty treatment?" "I answered, 'Beauty and wellness.' She said, 'This way, please,' and led me to the beauty salon. There was a reception desk, and behind it was the hair salon, where two or three female customers were getting their hair done. Further to one side was a long corridor with private rooms on both sides. The receptionist was very experienced and efficient. She asked me what I wanted and gave me a list to choose from. I said I wanted a full-body oil massage, and she immediately nodded and had a server lead me to a room. The room had a TV and a bed, which was a decent size. The server asked me what I wanted to drink, and I said no. She then asked if I knew any of the staff, and I said no, anyone would do. She bowed and left. I only waited two or three minutes (in Canada, sometimes you can wait a long time) before the massage therapist came in. She was wearing a tracksuit-like uniform (pure cotton long-sleeved shirt and pants), and after opening the door, she asked, 'Would you like a full-body oil massage?'" "I said yes. She closed the door and came in. She was about 25 or 26 years old, about 165 cm tall, with a decent figure, slightly plump, fair skin, a round face, small eyes, and a professional smile. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was pleasing to the eye.
I suddenly felt a little embarrassed because I had, after all, come with the intention of seeking 'special services,' but this discomfort only lasted a second because I told myself, I'm a customer, and no customer is afraid of a waitress. The young lady first smiled and said, 'Let me help you change.' I stood up, and she untied the belt of my bathrobe and quickly took it off. I wasn't wearing a bra (because the bathrobe was quite thick). She arranged the pillows, laid out a bath towel, and had me lie face down on the bed. After I lay down, she said, 'Let me help you take off your underwear.'" Then she pulled down my underwear from behind and took it off. This was obviously to avoid the embarrassment of the customer taking off 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 light music. She dimmed the lights and then began the service. In short, she seemed very professional at first.
She started by gliding her oiled hands from my shoulders to my back. She carefully asked if my hands were cold and if the amount of oil was appropriate. I've had this kind of regular oil massage a lot, so I'm quite used to it. Anyway, it starts with the back and waist, then the buttocks, legs, and feet, then you can massage the arms, and then have the customer turn over. It seems like this is the order everywhere. But again, because I was now thinking about "touching," I started to think about it in a sexy way, so every time she touched my bare skin with her hands, it gave me a little more of that feeling. I found that when a person's mind is in that direction, it seems like the feeling is indeed different. I haven't touched anything yet. My sensitive areas seemed to be turning on, so while we were doing it, I started chatting with her. It was mostly small talk. Her name was Xiaona, and she had a very pleasant voice and was quite careful. I asked her if there were many female customers, and she said it was alright. I asked if she only worked with the female customers, and she said no, the male and female massage therapists worked together, and it was whichever side it was on her turn. Hearing this, I already knew what to say, how I should test her a little… We chatted for a while until we ran out of things to say, and then we just remained silent.
Her massage was indeed very comfortable; I felt my genitals were slightly wet, probably because I was looking forward to it. When she told me to turn over, my heart raced because I knew she was going to massage my breasts. At this point, I felt my face turn a little red, but luckily the lighting wasn't strong, so she probably couldn't see it. After I turned over, I immediately closed my eyes. Xiaona covered my genitals with a towel, poured more oil, and came to my head… Sure enough, at this moment she asked me, “Is there anything you don't feel comfortable massaging?” Out of curiosity, I asked, “What about the other customers?” "Xiao Na said, 'Oh, some guests don't want their nipples touched; those are reserved for their husbands.' We both laughed. That laughter washed away all the embarrassment. I asked, 'What about most?' She said, 'It doesn't matter, it feels good to have it massaged anywhere.' I said, 'I don't mind either.'
Perhaps it had been a long time since anyone had touched them, because the moment Xiao Na's hands slid over my nipples, I actually trembled slightly and made a soft 'ss' sound. The feeling of soft, oily hands massaging my nipples was amazing! I believe many women would experience some kind of sexual pleasure at this moment, and might feel embarrassed, so Xiao Na, with her experience, kept talking: 'Feels good, doesn't it?'" Many people come here, and the results are quite good. People are so tired from work these days, they come here to relax after work…” I now believe what that netizen said, because I've noticed that Xiaona observes me. She noticed I really enjoy her massaging my breasts, so she repeatedly massaged them. After a while, she used a very comfortable movement: starting from my armpits, she stroked my breasts and nipples with both hands, pushing down along my ribs until she reached halfway down my buttocks, then flipped back… Then she did it in the opposite direction: starting from my neck, she pushed down, past my breasts and abdomen, until she touched my pubic hair, then pulled back from the side. Every time she pushed towards my lower body, I felt very excited; my body seemed to be anticipating her continuing downwards…
At this point, I continued our previous conversation, my voice trembling, which she probably noticed. "So, do you earn more with the men or here?" Xiao Na hesitated for a moment and said, "They're all guests, we have to treat them well." I said, "Because you're doing a good job, I don't want you to suffer. If you provide good service, I'll give you a bigger tip." Xiao Na paused again and said, "Sister, you know men don't come here just for massages." I immediately said, "I know." Xiao Na said, "Anyway, you have to give them a full range of services before they'll pay." I didn't say anything, because I didn't know what to say. Just like the netizens said, you don't know if the girls will give you that service. Then Xiao Na herself said, "Give me 100 yuan, and if you want a full range of services, I can do it for you, cheaper than with the men." Got it! I deliberately asked, "For the women, what does 'full range' mean?" She said, "It means I massage your whole body, I guarantee it'll be comfortable." I didn't say anything, this time because I was a little embarrassed to answer.
I felt that this time when she was massaging, she seemed to be pushing a little further towards my genitals, as if she was seducing me. Then I said, "Is it guaranteed to be comfortable?" At that moment, Xiao Na did something I didn't expect: she stopped her hands on my breasts and started rapidly rubbing my nipples with her fingers! It was a very stimulating action. She said, "It's really guaranteed to be comfortable." My expression at that moment must have been very strange. I bit my lip and said, "I'll pay you whatever the male customer pays, I won't let you lose out, just do it." As she continued to caress my nipples, I closed my eyes and simply groaned, because I couldn't control myself anymore. Massaging my nipples with oil was really stimulating; I felt like my brain was working. When Xiao Na heard that I was willing to pay the same amount that male customers paid her for the oil massage, she raised the price with me, while continuing to slowly rotate and massage my breasts with the palms of her hands. I guessed that when she was negotiating with the men, her hands were... I didn't dare to think about it. She rambled on about how meager her basic salary was, how much she could earn per session, and how she mainly earned tips, etc., and her tone wasn't very confident. Fortunately, netizens in China had given me a general price range beforehand, so I countered with the highest price in that range, and Xiaona hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
I once read a short story about a female customer developing a tacit understanding with the masseuse during a massage—that's just the novelist's romantic imagination. In reality, our relationship was purely financial; I paid, she 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. Therefore, only a portion of women truly enjoy this kind of same-sex massage service. Personally, I've always enjoyed massages; my Chinese medicine doctor and beautician in Canada both say I'm particularly good at relaxing. Because I believe that whether you go for a beauty treatment or to see a doctor, it's for your health, so you should try to relax; otherwise, you're just paying money to suffer. Men and women sometimes ask, if you have physical needs, why not go to a man? I think the principle is the same as masturbation: many men or women masturbate either because their sexual partner is unavailable, or because the orgasm from masturbation and the orgasm from intercourse are not interchangeable; each has its own merits. Although I'm single, I'm not abstinent; I have a boyfriend. However, men may not be able to give you the same delicate caresses on your skin as professional massage therapists, making you feel completely relaxed. Even in terms of hand stimulation, the sensations produced by a man's and a woman's hands on your body are different. Psychologically, the boyfriend is the active party, the conqueror; the massage therapist is someone I paid for, someone who serves me. Physiologically, a woman's hands are softer, her movements are more delicate, and she is more attentive, so a woman's massage for me has aspects that a man cannot match.
After agreeing on the price, Xiaona didn't continue but went out. Half a minute later, she came back with a hot towel, spread it on my body, gently wiped away the oil, and had me turn over and lie face down. I wanted to ask why, but I was too embarrassed to, guessing that this was probably part of the service. I later found out I was right. To ensure repeat customers, Xiao Na and her colleagues always made sure to massage for a sufficient amount of time each time, making the customer feel it was worthwhile. She started with my back, but this time it felt different from before; it should be called erotic massage. She gently caressed and stroked my back and waist like a lover… her hands felt like they had more than twenty fingers, as if countless fingers were covering every nerve ending… She kept touching me, while making soft moans: “Ah… oh…”. I quickly became aroused, feeling even wetter down there, and my genitals unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath me. Then I heard Xiao Na take off her shoes. She knelt behind me, massaging my buttocks and waist. These are both erogenous zones for women, and she certainly wouldn't miss them. Her massage felt so good that I instinctively arched my back. But Xiao Na didn't immediately stimulate my core. She knelt forward slightly, leaned down, and her hands started from my buttocks, moving down my waist and back, then sliding to the sides, reaching forward to touch my breasts! I couldn't control myself. When she touched my nipple, I made an "oh oh" sound and inhaled deeply. Xiao Na responded with a few moans as she continued to rub my nipple. I felt the nerves in my nipple were directly connected to my brain, the stimulation sending waves of sensation through my body, as if my whole body was relaxing, and my lower body was secreting fluids. I unconsciously raised my upper body so that Xiao Na could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily and helplessly twisted, continuing to moan "mmm." Xiao Na probably thought my moans were too loud, so she got up, turned up the music, and returned to the original position. Because her caresses of my breasts felt so good, my sensations were concentrated on my breasts and lower body, and I was less sensitive to my lower back. So, although she was making large circular motions (from my buttocks, waist, back to my breasts, and then back down through my abdomen), she mainly focused on pressing my breasts. I must have been very out of control at that moment: moaning with my buttocks sticking out. Xiao Na then sat up and gently pressed my lower back. I understood and lay down. She applied some more oil to her hands and sprinkled it between my buttocks. Good heavens, I knew she was probably going to massage my anus, but then I thought, "That can't be happening, right?" Before I could think any further, Xiao Na's fingers were already there. She was very skilled: she used both hands alternately to stroke my buttocks, and each time she passed my anus, I felt a jolt of excitement. The alternating strokes made the excitement jump up and down. I guess by then my juices had soaked the towel. Xiao Na then spoke: "Feels good, doesn't it?" I didn't answer, just let out a soft moan. She then kept her fingers at my anus, massaging and rotating the area. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she inserted a finger a little bit! I cried out again. Although the anus is a very tight place, her movements were very gentle, the insertion wasn't deep, just a gentle wriggling, while her other hand pressed against my buttocks, making me feel so good! She must have known that the customer was enjoying it, so her professional moans were a little louder. By this time, I had developed some feelings for Xiaona. I knew that breast massage (using breast oil to massage) was still available in China, so I blushed and said, "You only use your hands? Can you use your body to massage me?" Xiaona, as expected, answered knowledgeably, "Is it a breast massage? Hmm, I have no problem with that, but you'll have to give me an extra 100 yuan. We expend a lot of energy doing this." I thought, since I've already done it and it feels so good, I might as well take it. So I agreed.
She jumped off the bed, peeked at the door like a lookout, then closed it. She came back and dimmed the light again, muttering to herself, "The women's section should be fine, but I have to be careful doing this on the men's section." Xiao Na returned to the massage bed. I heard her undress, then the sound of opening a bottle and applying oil—she must have been rubbing it on herself. She pressed herself against me from behind, her arms in front of my head… I immediately felt her nipples brushing against my back, tickling me. Xiao Na's professional moans amplified; I didn't know how much was genuine, but she must have felt good. She pressed down further, massaging me with her breasts, asking, "Say something if you're pressing too hard." I said it was fine, very good. This massage felt better than her hands because of the larger contact area, and it was her sensitive area, giving a more intimate, skin-to-skin feel. She massaged my back with her breasts, then gradually moved downwards, circling my buttocks… I felt a little embarrassed at this point, after all, the buttocks are the lower body, while the breasts are the upper body. Xiao Na probably didn't care and continued, teasing my buttocks with her nipples... I was already on the verge of orgasm, and I became bolder, so I simply said, "Can you massage my buttocks again?" I made this request because her anal massage felt so good earlier, I felt like I was about to orgasm. Xiao Na agreed and massaged my anus again, just like before. I felt "that" coming soon, so I said, "Keep doing this, don't stop." Xiao Na said, "Okay, I won't stop," and she even increased the volume of her 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 did. My lower body was pressed tightly against the towel, and when Xiao Na inserted her fingers into my buttocks, I felt a throbbing sensation, I orgasmed! I was afraid of making too much noise, so I bit my lip to suppress my moans.
After this wave passed, I panted and reached down to touch myself: the towel and the filter were completely soaked! "Sister, do you want to rest for a bit?" I said yes, got up, and saw that I was completely naked. Xiao Na's upper body was also bare, but her pants were neatly put on. She first lifted a corner of the bath towel to wipe the water from my genitals. I was embarrassed, but seeing how focused she was, I relaxed. Then she gently pulled off the wet bath towel and put a clean one on. She put on her shirt, ran out, and (a minute after she left, I sat naked on the bed, watching the light shine on my oil-stained breasts, making them glisten, and laughed to myself, thinking, "I never thought I could have fun like this back in China"), and came back with a cup of tea. We chatted briefly: Me: "Have other people ever done this for me?" Na (laughs): "Very rare, both men and women." Me: "How long have you been doing this?" Na: "Over a year." ... Na: "You look quite comfortable." Me: "Of course, I haven't felt this good in a long time." Na: "Are you married?" I thought for a moment and didn't tell the truth: "Yes, I'm married, and I feel good with my husband." Na: "Your husband wouldn't do this for you?" Me: "My husband can do it too, but not as well as you." Na smiled smugly. Na: "Do you want more?" Me: "What?" Na: "If it's a man, once is hard to get a second time. I don't do it much with women." I laughed and said: "I don't want to leave yet." Na: "Okay, I haven't finished the whole set yet, I didn't expect you to go first..." After resting for a while, I said: "Aren't you doing a breast massage? Why are you wearing clothes?" Na quickly said: "Didn't I just go get you some water?" After saying that, she quickly took off her upper body again. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, but very beautifully round. Perhaps she felt a little embarrassed by my presence, so she had me lie down so she could continue the massage… This time, Xiao Na had me lie face up. Just imagining and anticipating it was enough to turn me on, because I knew she was going to work on my breasts and genitals next.
Lying naked like this, with the staff also topless, was probably visually stimulating. An hour at this bathhouse seemed to be half an hour, but I didn't pay much attention to the time; I added more when she asked. It felt like we'd been there for ages, but the "main event" hadn't even started. Xiao Na applied oil to my upper body and massaged me again using that erotic massage technique, first caressing my neck, then my shoulders. You could tell she was very skilled, because she didn't directly stimulate my breasts, but first warmed up the surrounding areas, like my neck and shoulders, which are probably secondary erogenous zones, and they felt very comfortable to touch. My shoulders are personally very sensitive. When Xiaona touched my breasts again, a surge of pleasure seemed to rush to my brain. The pent-up desire I had just accumulated was released once more, and my body began to tremble. I gripped the towel beneath me and moaned loudly.
I knew I was reacting too strongly because Xiaona initially thought I was teasing her and laughed, saying how annoying I was. I said, "It really feels good." Only then did she realize my moans were genuine. The more comfortable it felt, the more I wanted to focus on stimulating my erogenous zones to make myself feel even better. I gestured for Xiaona to massage my nipples. She did it gently, rubbing and teasing, and I was so excited that I couldn't control my body. My body was throbbing, and I was soaking wet. Naturally, since Xiaona was also shirtless, I naturally returned the favor by touching her body. Xiaona didn't refuse, but she just smiled politely, not seeming to be enjoying it. However, she looked a little awkward when I touched her nipples. At this moment, Xiaona reached out one hand to touch my genitals, but I pulled her back and placed both hands on my breasts. Xiao Na understood and simply moved to face me, making it easier to massage my nipples, and probably also so I couldn't touch her. I let her caress me, making me tremble and moan, until my chest felt numb, the pleasure less pronounced, and my whole body felt limp, only then could I catch my breath. Then I gestured for Xiao Na to stop focusing on massaging my nipples and have her slowly massage my entire breast with the palms of her hands. Then we chatted for a bit: Me: "Oh, I'm so tired, am I a bit different?" Her: "Not really different, you're just more open. Other people who come here seem a bit distant from us, always tense, not relaxed." Me: "Oh, really? Am I too sensitive in the breasts?" Her: "Maybe, everyone's sensitive areas are different..." After a pause, she said: "You're quite sensitive, some women don't feel anything in their upper body." Me: "Really?" Her: "Yes, not completely none, just not very noticeable, just upper body massage doesn't arouse me, I don't react as strongly as you."
Xiao Na put her clothes back on and went to the door to check, and when she came back, this time she was completely naked except for her panties. I watched her apply oil to her completely naked upper body, then climb onto the bed and press herself against me… a frontal breast-to-breast push. The two women's breasts rubbed together through the oil, creating a somewhat lewd feeling. And she was on top of me, in a position similar to having sex with a man, it had a certain allure. Going a step further, after rubbing for a while, she simply lay flat on top of me, not only breast to breast, but also arms wrapped around mine, and legs entwined around mine. "Entwined" is a fitting word here, I can't quite describe how exactly she intertwined, but I felt compressed, unable to move. This compression made the feeling of sex even stronger for a woman, even more pleasurable, I felt my lower body heat up, and then Xiaona's body began to "wriggle" under this pressure, moving several times in different directions, up, down, left, and right. I had been half-closing my eyes the whole time, but now I wanted to see if Xiaona was truly engaged in this lesbian-themed action, so I opened my eyes to look at her. What I saw was a serious and focused expression on her face; perhaps for her, it was just a mechanical movement. She noticed me looking at her, and seemed a little embarrassed. She tried to make conversation, saying, "Sister, I thought you were really honest, so I did this for you. I wouldn't dare do this in the men's section; they check very strictly there, and I wouldn't dare take off my pants." I said, "Thank you for your trouble. I was afraid you'd feel awkward." She quickly said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. You came here to relax anyway." Then she continued her actions. The feeling of her pressing firmly against me like a man was very stimulating. I had already let go, so I groaned loudly and reached out to stroke her back. Xiao Na's back was beautiful, with soft skin that felt very comfortable to touch. However, again, although I was enjoying the pleasure, Xiao Na maintained a very serious expression, even in such close physical contact. This was a bit of a downer for me. After doing this for some time, Xiao Na got up from the bed, put on her pants (still shirtless), fixed her hair in front of the mirror, looked at the clock, and smiled, saying, "Sister, there are still fifteen minutes left. Do you want to extend the time?" As she spoke, she gently stroked my pubic hair. I said, "No more, just finish it for me." She said in a slightly joking tone, "Okay!" Xiao Na pulled up one of my thighs and put oil on my leg. This "spreading" action was also quite stimulating.
She started vigorously massaging the inside of my thighs from my knees to my groin, and each time she massaged my genitals, she would casually touch them, building up the pleasure in my genitals with each stroke. Then she massaged the other thigh in the same way, warming up both inner thighs, which felt very comfortable and naturally opened them to the sides. Then she used both hands to "scratch" the inside of both thighs simultaneously, gently moving back and forth between my knees and genitals, and even directly across my genitals. She was truly amazing! This tingling sensation not only felt very comfortable, but also intensified the desire for caresses. At the last moment, hehe, Xiaona poured oil on my genitals... She was originally on my right side, but probably to make it easier for her right hand to massage, she moved to my left side, and then she slowly used the fingers of her left hand to rotate and massage my already soaked vulva, while her right hand first gently caressed it, repeating this several times. Seeing that I was "getting into the mood," moaning, blushing, and trembling, she suddenly stopped on my genitals and quickly "flicked" it with her thumb, index finger, and middle finger in turn. As you can imagine, I was overwhelmed by pleasure, as if floating on warm waves. With the oil and her professional technique, the pleasure came much faster than I expected. From the moment she started to my orgasm, it was less than two minutes. After about a minute, I completely lost control, touching my nipples with both hands and asking her, "Can I touch myself?" Xiao Na said, "Of course, you came here to feel good." It was like four hands were touching me, and the orgasm came immediately. I felt that the orgasm she gave me through massage came quickly, lasted a long time, and was quite "deep," a very thorough feeling. It released all the accumulated pleasure. When I "came," I bit my lip to keep from screaming, making loud "mmm, mmm" sounds, and then my lower body involuntarily "met" Xiao Na's hands, rising and falling, rising and falling. This "crest" lasted for more than ten seconds before gradually calming down... The feeling in my lower body was numb, hot, and pleasurable! ...I gasped for breath, then laughed at myself for being so out of control. Xiaona laughed too, saying, "I'm happy if you're comfortable."
She put on her clothes, ran to get a hot towel, and wiped the oil off me. I was truly satisfied and didn't want anything more, but my whole body was limp and I felt very tired... So Xiaona got a few more dry towels to cover me up, let me rest, and then left. I lay there resting alone, constantly moaning softly, "Ouch, ouch..." Hehe. I remember it because I wouldn't moan like that unless I was really comfortable. I lay there for about forty minutes, including fifteen minutes of sleep. Then I got up, feeling like my whole body was falling apart. Looking in the mirror, I saw that my face, neck, shoulders, and chest were still a little red, a result of the excitement earlier, but you wouldn't notice unless you looked closely. My nipples were still erect, and my lower body was still a little wet, so I wiped it off again. Afraid that others would see that I was walking strangely, I walked around the room by myself. Then I put on a bathrobe, made myself look calm, and went out. The receptionist recommended I go to a hall to watch some kind of show. I went in, but all I saw were men and women in bathrobes. The performance was actually a lewd two-person comedy act, so I left and took a shower (which was very relaxing, washing away the sweat and oil, leaving me feeling refreshed). Still feeling tired, I went to the lounge and watched some TV on a sofa. A staff member asked if I wanted a pedicure or foot massage, but I declined because I really didn't want to be touched again. Then I thought I should talk to my Beijing friend about this experience. Right, I have her phone number! I quickly went to the changing room to get my phone book and cell phone, then went back to the lounge and found a corner sofa to try calling. I found her. She said that Xiao Na was a top-notch masseuse, but with the fierce competition in the bathhouse industry, professional masseuses like her weren't hard to find. However, the way Xiao Na massaged me wasn't something everyone could do. I called my Beijing friend from the bathhouse lounge. We hadn't been in touch for a while, but thankfully her number was the same. She was very surprised to learn I was in Beijing. I told her, a little smugly, that I had just enjoyed some services at the bathhouse she recommended and was relaxing. She immediately asked, "Did you do 'that'?" I said, "What do you think?" This online friend's name contained the character "Mei," so I called her Sister Mei. When we first contacted each other, I thought she was only in her twenties, but later I found out she was thirty-six. She was born and raised in Beijing, works as a manager in a foreign company, is worldly-wise, and has a cheerful and outgoing personality—not at all reserved. Perhaps only women like her are so open and know how to have fun. Mei Jie continued, "You're really something! Coming back from all-away Canada to Beijing all by yourself, and you dare to go all out!" I said, "Don't joke around, I only learned this from your experience, otherwise I wouldn't know where to begin." Mei Jie laughed and said, "I'm just afraid I'll lead you astray, not only wasting money, but you might even end up not wanting a boyfriend." I said, "That won't happen, you still need a man for physical labor." I felt bad saying that, probably a result of my earlier "relaxation," but she just laughed it off. I really like Mei Jie's personality; she's cheerful and straightforward, and I'm never embarrassed around her. Mei Jie asked if I was busy, and I said no. She said it wasn't convenient to talk on the phone, and she was about to get off work, suggesting we meet for dinner and then go shopping. I said okay, so we paid the bill at the bathhouse (which wasn't too expensive), took a taxi to Mei Jie's company, and went to a supposedly very good Hunan restaurant with her. Sister Mei wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a cheerful, smiling face. She was quite tall, about 1.67 meters, with a well-proportioned figure, neither too thin nor too plump, though she had a slight paunch, which was probably unavoidable given she was already a mother. She said that the older she got, the more she needed to go for beauty and fitness treatments, so she often went for oil massages and had some experience. I asked her how she started getting "that kind" of oil massages. She said that at first, there was nothing, but later some beauticians and massage girls, in order to earn more money, would do anything, and over time, she encountered some more proactive clients, and that's how she got that service. Later, she also learned how to test the waters and give hints. When we were eating together, I roughly told Sister Mei about my oil massage experience. Of course, I didn't go into too much detail. Sister Mei said that the service was good, but there were many places there that could provide such good service. She asked me for Xiao Na's employee number, and after I told her, she thought for a long time but couldn't remember, saying that she hadn't been to that place in a while. "So where have you been lately?" "When I'm not busy, I go to a women's club about once or twice a week. It's all women-only, men aren't allowed in, but I heard the owner is a man, haha." Sister Mei told me: "The girls there, since they're all female customers, all offer this service. You just have to ask and they'll do it."
Besides beauty massages, this club actually has everything: dining, swimming, fitness, shaking, tennis, badminton, etc.—it's a large entertainment center. Sister Mei believes that most women who go there with money will get a massage to relax, but only a small percentage will actually get a full-service massage. After all, if it's a physical need, just find a husband; not all women enjoy this kind of same-sex massage. "Aren't there any men?" "No, men aren't allowed in, and generally, female guests don't want to be massaged by strange men." Seeing my interest, Sister Mei said she could take me. She's a platinum member and knows the people there well, so occasionally bringing someone in for free is fine. I arranged to go with her on Saturday afternoon. Actually, we talked about many other things, like what Canada is like, whether to become a returnee, etc. The massage was just a topic of conversation. This was Wednesday. On Thursday and Friday, I called Sister Mei every day for a short chat. On Saturday, after lunch, she drove to pick me up to go to the club. She said beforehand that we could swim and play sports, but I didn't need to prepare anything; everything was there. I got into the car empty-handed, but Sister Mei was still wearing her tennis outfit, looking very energetic. This women's club was located in a cluster of buildings, and the entrance wasn't very big. The sign read "XX Women's Fitness and Entertainment Center" in gold lettering, with a sign outside saying "Men Not Allowed." Sister Mei seemed to know everyone inside well, greeting everyone. At the counter, they gave me a visitor's locker key bracelet, while members like Sister Mei already had their own designated lockers. Walking inside, I found it to be quite large, disproportionate to its entrance. Further along, there were all sorts of sports equipment, restaurants, and practice rooms—everything you could want. Before coming, because I mentioned wanting to swim, Sister Mei said I didn't need to prepare anything, and I assumed the members here swam naked since there were no men. After passing the swimming pool, I realized that even in this all-women's club, the women were somewhat embarrassed to swim completely naked. However, most of the swimsuits were bikinis, revealing more than in other swimming pools. Occasionally, a few women would take off their bras and swim shirtless. Outside the pool, there was a jacuzzi, also called a hot spring bubble bath. Some people would take off their bras when they went in to soak after swimming. But I didn't see anyone completely naked. When I got to the pool counter, Sister Mei said that as a platinum member, she could get a regular-quality swimsuit every year, but she always wore her own. She suggested I get one today, and picked one out from the counter for me. This club must be for wealthy women. The members were mostly older, and many were pampered and delicate. Besides the good facilities, the service was also good. Swimming rings, inflatable mats, bathrobes, towels, drinks, and cookies were all available by the pool. There were ladies serving drinks that cost extra. We swam for half a day and chatted in the jacuzzi (we were alone, so we generously took off our tops and soaked in the water, which was very comfortable, considering how awkward it is to soak in a bath while wearing a swimsuit). After showering, we put on bathrobes, and Sister Mei first took me to get a back massage: this was different from the beauty massage place, it was a large open room where guests wore bathrobes and the staff gave them a simple body massage and back massage to relieve muscle tension, a kind of exercise massage. Sister Mei is really in good shape; I was already tired from swimming, but she still wanted to do a body shaping exercise, so I waited for her in the lounge, watching TV and reading magazines. She came back about forty minutes later, her face flushed and panting. She told me to wait while she went to shower and get a back massage. She only sat for a short while after that. Then we went to the badminton area, and Sister Mei rented a set of badminton clothes and shoes according to my size. I asked how much it cost, and she said it didn't matter. After changing back in the changing room, we went to play badminton. I played until I was completely soaked, my eyes were so wet with sweat I could barely open them, and I wanted to lie down and not get up, but Sister Mei still seemed to want more. I said, "Sister, please spare me!" She said, "You're so young, you can't even beat me? No way!" Finally, after my persistent pleading, she agreed to leave. After another shower, we went to the restaurant for a buffet. The food was quite good. Sister Mei said, "Such a big entertainment center, so many customers, the boss must be rich!" Now it was time to "get down to business." We went into the club's sauna, beauty, and massage center, and went to the sauna first. Just to clarify, the beauty area is connected to the swimming pool; the showers, changing rooms, and rest areas are in the very center, so changing, showering, and resting are outside. There were many small dry and wet sauna cubicles, probably for people who know each other to have their own space. The two of us found an empty dry sauna and went in. The room was quite large; we spread out towels, lay down on either side, opened our bodies, and let the steam enter our pores—it was very relaxing. Sister Mei then whispered to me that she knew all the massage girls here, and she could pick one for me according to their numbers, asking what type I liked. I thought for a moment and said, "At least don't be too ugly, and a bit younger, please." Sister Mei said no problem. We took a shower and drank some water, then Sister Mei took me to the beauty and massage area. The manager there was a tall, thin woman with short hair, looking very capable. She greeted Sister Mei as soon as she saw her. Sister Mei pulled her aside and whispered a few words in her ear. I saw her nod repeatedly and glance at me a couple of times. Sister Mei turned back to me and said everything was arranged. She would be in room number [number], and I should call her when I wanted to leave. Then she left. The manager had a staff member lead me to a room. This room was similar to the one in the bathhouse I had been to before. It might even be a little smaller, but it had its own ensuite bathroom, which made it much more convenient. There was an oil painting on the wall: the Fountain of Ingres, depicting nude women bathing, which was quite fitting. Before I had even settled in, a masseuse pushed open the door, bowed to me, and said she was number 99, introduced by Sister Mei to give me a massage. This number 99 did look young, in her early twenties, still somewhat youthful, and very fair-skinned. This summer, their uniforms consisted of short-sleeved white t-shirts and maroon shorts, which looked neat and showed off her good figure. Unlike Xiaona, who offered to help her change, number 99 simply laid out pillows and asked me to take off my bathrobe myself. I thought to myself, "Every place has its own rules, haha." Luckily, I was generous enough to ask, "Do you want to take everything off?" Number 99 said, "Sure." So I stripped naked in front of her and lay face down on the bed. Number 99's hands were very soft, and the massage started with a gentle, caressing motion. It wasn't really a massage, more like teasing. From my shoulders to my buttocks, I quickly became aroused. I asked number 99 if she had done this for Sister Mei. She said yes, Sister Mei was a regular here. I said I was Sister Mei's friend, and she said she would definitely take good care of Sister Mei's friend. As she spoke, she massaged down to my lower body, already teasing my buttocks with her fingers, all the way to my genitals. It seemed the girls here were quite skilled. Then Number 99 straddled me, her hands moving from my shoulders down my back and waist, before giving my buttocks a firm massage. Unlike a bathhouse, this place was all women, so it seemed there was no need to "keep watch" at the door, and each private room could be locked. Number 99 didn't have as many reservations as Xiao Na. I heard her take off her top behind me, bend down, grab my arms, and start massaging me with her breasts. Her breasts were a little small, but still very comfortable. She even let out a professional moan. I deliberately asked her, "Are you comfortable?" She said, "Of course I am, it's comfortable with you, sister." I thought it was a bit sentimental, but she didn't seem to be faking it. Like Xiao Na, Number 99 massaged my buttocks with her breasts, then she straddled me again, making me turn over. After I turned over, she massaged my front with her breasts. As Sister Mei said, she didn't press down on me like Xiao Na did, but instead held my arms with her hands, supporting her body, and rubbed her breasts against my body. My feeling was wonderful, especially when she rubbed her nipples against mine. After the breast massage, Number 99 got off the bed and massaged my upper body. She must have been very experienced; she knew what women liked, and her massages of my shoulders, chest, and breasts were all spot-on. For example, when massaging my breasts, she would grasp them with her palm, squeeze them a few times, then massage in circles, and then stimulate my nipples in various ways to see my reaction. If I liked her doing something, she would continue in that way. While she was doing this, my lower body was already soaking wet, my body started to tremble, and my moans grew louder. Just like with Xiaona, I couldn't help but touch Number 99's naked upper body. Unlike Xiaona, Number 99 seemed to enjoy it, closing her eyes and moaning "oh, oh" when I touched her nipples. But I could tell that this was also professional. Speaking of which, her body was prettier than Xiaona's; besides her beautiful breasts, her abdomen was flat, her waist was thin, and her curves were obvious. I asked her if she had slept with men, and she shook her head, saying that men all...That was awful. I asked her how many members would let her do special services, and she said quite a few, almost a third. Some never do it and don't even know others do. There was another one, Xiao Na, who hadn't done it yet. Number 99 was massaging me, and seeing how sensitive my nipples were, she suddenly bent down and licked them! Just like a man, she licked and sucked one of my nipples while playing with the other with her hand. This was different from just touching with her hand, and I was immediately aroused! I started to lose control! Number 99 saw that I liked it, so she kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged her and groped her all over. Her back was very soft and smooth (I mean, even without oil, it should be like that), and it felt very comfortable to touch. Her breasts were also full and firm. This time I got even wilder, and I simply reached into her shorts, touched her buttocks, and went around to the front to touch her "little sister." She didn't flinch, and in fact, when I was feeling very good myself, I couldn't possibly have bothered to touch her carefully. Before the final "ending," Number 99 subtly extended her finger and asked, "Want to go in?" I've seen many fantasies written by men online about how women use fingers or dildos during masturbation, but from what I understand, it's actually rare. Perhaps psychologically, women feel that penetration is between men and women, reserved for men. Even among homosexuals, penetration is said to be a small percentage. So Number 99's question was necessary. I shook my head, and she didn't penetrate. Her method of massaging my genitals was a little different from Xiaona's: perhaps because she noticed my sensitive nipples, she left her left hand on my chest, while her right hand first massaged my entire genitals with the palm of her hand, then her index and middle fingers massaged my vulva, while her ring and little fingers teased the clitoris. When I was almost climaxing, she had me rest my head on her left arm, essentially embracing me, and then lowered her head to suck on my nipple while her right hand simultaneously increased the speed of her fingertips. I reached climax while holding her. This tight embrace during orgasm felt like sex again, and the orgasm was more solid. I could feel my genitals trembling violently, like they were "colliding"! After I got high, I clung tightly to Number 99. She whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are wet." I said, "It feels so... good." After I sat up, Number 99 used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at her body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want some too," and went to suck her nipple. She didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued her professional moans. Today I was too tired from playing at the club, so I didn't want to play anymore. I called Sister Mei, and she said she'd had enough, so we left. After showering, we exchanged experiences in the lounge. This time, since we had already played together, I was a bit more open with my thoughts. I said that compared to Xiao Na, Number 99 didn't do anal massages, the leg massages were rushed, and she didn't press herself against me, but her overall attitude was good. She licked my nipples and didn't mind me touching her, making me feel more natural. I guess they each have their own merits. After hearing my "report," Sister Mei said that some of the girls here can massage anuses, and some can't, unless you ask yourself. I asked Sister Mei, "Do you ever touch her in return?" Sister Mei laughed and said, "Sometimes when I'm too excited, I do." She also said that some girls don't like being touched, while others, like number 99, don't mind, since they're all women anyway. She added that the most intense ones even kiss the girls, though she herself would feel embarrassed to do that. I asked if any of the girls kissed her genitals with their mouths, and she said definitely not. Finally, Sister Mei asked me to summarize, and I honestly said, "The service here is of a higher standard." Sister Mei seemed quite pleased with herself. When it came time to pay the bill, I realized there's no such thing as a free lunch. Sister Mei suggested that I give number 99 a generous tip. (I forgot to mention, you're not allowed to haggle over tips here, but there's a basic tip to be given at the end of the bill, and customers can give more as they see fit. Apparently, people usually give more, otherwise these wealthy women feel embarrassed). If Sister Mei hadn't invited me here, and I wasn't getting everything for free while I was the only one paying the tip, I really wouldn't have wanted to give so much. On the way back, I said in the car, "Even though the massage was very comfortable, they still made a lot of money." Sister Mei laughed and said, "Yeah, it's just a pair of hands, right? If we're talking about same-sex massages, we could do it ourselves without spending money, but we're clumsy and don't have that kind of professional training!" I thought she made some sense. Friends could certainly massage each other; there's no professional element involved, it's more natural. But firstly, we don't know how to massage, and secondly, having homosexual tendencies would feel a bit strange. Unless it's with a very generous friend like Sister Mei, haha. So I said, "I'm out of money for that now, but maybe one day we can massage each other!" Sister Mei laughed and said, "Okay, we'll see.""Yeah, it's just a pair of hands, right? If we're talking about same-sex massages, we could do it ourselves without spending money, but we're clumsy and don't have that kind of professional training!" I thought that made some sense. Friends could certainly massage each other; there's no professional element involved, it's more natural. But firstly, we don't know how to massage, and secondly, having homosexual tendencies feels a bit strange. Unless it's with a very generous friend like Sister Mei, haha. So I said, "I'm out of money for that anymore, but maybe one day we can massage each other!" Sister Mei laughed and said, "Okay, we'll see.""Yeah, it's just a pair of hands, right? If we're talking about same-sex massages, we could do it ourselves without spending money, but we're clumsy and don't have that kind of professional training!" I thought that made some sense. Friends could certainly massage each other; there's no professional element involved, it's more natural. But firstly, we don't know how to massage, and secondly, having homosexual tendencies feels a bit strange. Unless it's with a very generous friend like Sister Mei, haha. So I said, "I'm out of money for that anymore, but maybe one day we can massage each other!" Sister Mei laughed and said, "Okay, we'll see."

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