Spa massage experience

This story happened after I returned to the city, and now it's become commonplace, but back then it was a real challenge—a health spa massage.
Let's go back to early summer 2006.
Most people, after all their struggles, were still stuck working. Even among laborers, there were different levels of income, and being a girl was especially tough. Every day I was exhausted and could only go home to sleep. Unlike you guys, who eat and drink like crazy every day, sing karaoke until midnight, have some barbecue, and some don't even go home to sleep in the bathhouse! You can be so carefree! I strongly despise you.
My family was poor, and I was used to going to public bathhouses since I was little. Occasionally, I'd hear neighbors say that a large bathhouse or something had opened somewhere. Pshaw, it's just bigger and more luxurious! My neighbor said no, there were a lot of college-aged girls going in and out, not just to bathe! I roughly knew what it was all about—prostitution, it was all over the TV, disgusting.
Later, a few times when classmates treated us, a few close girlfriends and I would often go to the sauna, play cards, mahjong, etc., and I got used to it. But this was my first time going to a large bathhouse.
Li Da Piao Liang treated us to a meal. She was a flirt back in school, hooking up with girls who graduated from vocational college. On the way, she joked, "Sisters, don't say I didn't warn you, make as much money as you can while you're young! You'll miss your chance after this age! Just last month, I met a Boss Shen at a club. He always orders me and gives me a 2000 yuan tip!"
Wu Mai Tai chimed in, "Oh my god, are you suggesting we become prostitutes?!"
Da Mei: "Who are you Mai Tai? I'm a professional technician. If you want to be a prostitute, I know where to go. If you dare, I'll take you!
" Mai Tai: "Get lost! So you're some high-class prostitute?"
Da Mei: "You think being a high-class prostitute is easy? I'm telling you, Mai Tai, stop messing around, I'm talking about serious business!" She
kept chattering away, it was so annoying.
Da Mei used to work here, but then she heard that Boss Shen wanted to keep her, she refused, offended the club owner, and got fired. But she's naturally shameless and keeps coming back.
The club was indeed grand, with a high, gently sloping platform and a nine-bench staircase, large lion statues on both sides, a red carpet, and four tall, beautiful women in cheongsams on one side of the entrance, and handsome young men in shirts and trousers on the other. Upon seeing the four of us beauties, the handsome young man at the front proactively came forward to greet us: "Good morning, beautiful ladies! Good morning, four beautiful VIPs! Please come in!" "Sister, you brought friends today? These friends look unfamiliar. What kind of services are you looking for today?"
I was confused: "Uh, do they call bathing a service here?"
The beautiful woman replied sarcastically: "My good girlfriends, we'll just do something simple. Any services might scare them, haha! A package deal is fine.
" "Okay, a full package?" "Sister, your preferred room number 28 is currently empty. Can we arrange it for you?" the waiter said solicitously. "
Let's talk about it later. No need for now, we're going to play a few rounds of mahjong."
After changing our shoes, grabbing our cards and toiletries, we took the elevator to the basement. There were quite a few staff members, all very welcoming. Finally, we arrived at a huge bathhouse. There were four bathtubs alone, one for warm water, one for hot water, one for milk, and one for red wine! There were tables and chairs for relaxation, and a TV. The decor was quite sophisticated, purely European style. There weren't many people bathing there in the morning.
As for Da Mei, she thought it was dirty and didn't soak, so the three of us really had a blast. We explored almost every tub except the hot water one, chatting and laughing heartily. The whole bathhouse only heard us three silly fools. Only Da Mei was there alone, showering herself and then sitting in the rest area smoking. The cleaning lady kept glancing at us, her face full of disdain: how important it is to be worldly-wise!
A back scrub! It wasn't something I was used to. Usually, to save the 3 yuan, I scrubbed myself, and if I met a kind-looking person my age, we could negotiate to scrub each other's backs. Here, a back scrub alone cost 7 yuan! (2006) I couldn't stand the pain, so I had the cleaning lady scrub me gently. She wasn't a local, so I couldn't understand what she was saying.
Completely clean, I changed into the prepared yukata and shorts and went to the rest area. I wanted to wear the new underwear I'd brought, but Da Mei wouldn't let me, saying it was dark in the lobby and I wouldn't be able to see anything. Looking at the loose yukata made me uneasy.
The lobby was quiet; I could vaguely hear the TV. After a while, I looked around and saw that 90% of the people were men! What a den of wolves! We found a place and the four of us lay down.
"Waiter!" Da Mei called softly.
A handsome young man came forward: "Knowing you're here, sister, what would you and your friends like for your package?"
Da Mei turned to us and asked: "Foot massage, massage, cupping, choose one!"
I chose foot massage. I've always seen on TV that the soles of the feet are healthy, and that all the body's organs are under the feet. Public bathhouses don't have that, although there are a few in the neighborhood, but I'm too scared to go. I'll try it today! "
Okay, Da Mei, I'll arrange it right away. Just let me know if you need anything."
After a while, four male technicians arrived. Why were they all men? I didn't understand. They started working.
"Master, be gentle, I can't stand the pain," I said.
"Okay, ma'am," the masseuse replied. The massage was weak and ineffective, so I had to endure it. Luckily, Lao Shen not only ordered a massage, but more importantly, he forgot he was ticklish. Instead of being cooperative, he couldn't help but yell, "It tickles!" Haha, no, it tickles there! Ouch! It was so embarrassing, and the men around us were staring intently! I forgot the pain and couldn't help but laugh. Da Mei kept pinching and teasing me, making me even more sarcastic, and I could hear her chuckling from the music in the distance.
After the back massage, I turned around, and after a while, she stopped laughing. I could hear her breathing heavily from close range! What a coward! She must be feeling it now! I opened my eyes to look—she was massaging my breasts! I jumped in fright and quickly closed my eyes. I secretly peeked at the foot massage therapist still diligently massaging, then closed my eyes again to relax. Soon, the experience ended. My face was slightly flushed. Before leaving, I asked for the masseuse's number. On the way home, we were mostly silent; I don't know what was wrong with me.
I have to say, my feet have felt great for days after my foot massage, and my period isn't so bad anymore. But, since public bathhouses are often considered unprofessional, I still prefer to go to a dedicated foot massage parlor. So, since I've started, I don't want to stop—for my health, hehe. I wandered around the neighborhood all day, and my feet were a bit sore. I found a foot massage parlor that looked newly opened. After circling around three times, I finally mustered the courage to push open the door, sweating nervously. "Are
you alone, ma'am?" "This is a new shop, is this your first time?" the male owner asked warmly.
"Um, yes, yes." I was slightly nervous, glancing warily at the owner and those around me. "
Haha, I can tell it's your first time. No problem, we have plenty of ladies who come for treatments. Don't worry, I'll arrange a female technician for you." "
Okay, thank you, sir."
I changed my shoes and went to VIP room 266, second floor, for a lady! "Technician number 5!"
a woman upstairs called out loudly.
We entered a small room, and a woman who looked to be in her thirties came in. "What kind of service, beautiful lady?"
Ah, a foot massage! My tense heart relaxed a bit. "
We offer a lot of services, take a look at the signs." Pointing to the large signs on the wall, she said, "
Foot massage, Master foot massage, Herbal foot massage, Essential oil foot massage, Imperial foot massage, Localized massage, Full-body massage, Traditional Chinese medicine massage, Gua Sha, Cupping, Herbal cupping, Sliding cupping, Bloodletting, Kidney-nourishing essential oil spa, Japanese spa, Korean spa, Thai spa
!" Wow! So professional, all you know is foot massage and massage! "A regular foot massage will be 8 yuan."
"Okay, I'll go get some hot water to soak first." I stared at the sign again.
After a while, the water came, I soaked for a bit, then lay flat on the massage bed and closed my eyes to relax.
The older woman started chatting: "Young lady, is this your first time here? You look unfamiliar."
Ah, yes, I live nearby,
so I just come here for a massage. Oh, you should come often! I'll give you a good massage.
Yeah, I will.
It's rare to see someone as young as you who knows how to take care of their health. I didn't know any better when I was young, and now I have all sorts of health problems.
Really? Massage really helps with ailments?
Yes, you young people are much more tired than we were back then, working long hours and not eating properly. When you're my age, you'll be worse off than me.
Oh, you're right. If you have the means, you should definitely try it.
Keep up the good work! Yeah, we have male masseuses at our shop, and we usually do massages for women. If you think I'm good, you can request me next time.
Oh, I see. I didn't know that on my first visit.
It's okay, little sister, you can request whoever you want, I don't mean anything by it.
After the massage, I felt it was just so-so, not as good as the massages at the bathhouse, so the next few times I started requesting male masseuses, but I always got foot massages. Until one time, because I was quite familiar with male masseur number 16, who was three years older than me, and we had chatted quite a bit, I got a full-body massage on his recommendation. The masseur brought out a bathrobe and shorts and went out. I was a little scared, so I took off my outer clothes and shorts and put them on, then lay face down on the massage bed. A while later, he knocked and came back in.
First, he massaged the back of my neck, which felt very comfortable. Then he massaged my back, doing spinal alignment. After touching the straps a few times, he asked if I could untie them. I hesitated for a few seconds and then agreed, untying them myself and continuing to close my eyes and relax. The masseur continued to massage my back through my clothes, and this time it felt more fluid. When he massaged my sides, he accidentally touched the breasts that were squeezed out on both sides, but I pretended not to notice. He bent my back, and it felt so warm. The masseur's hands were quite warm, and it really felt very comfortable. My buttocks made me blush. He rubbed and massaged them, pushing them outwards for a long time, making my lower area feel tight several times, so I must have gotten a little wet... He started arranging my thighs, including the inner thighs. A few times, when he pushed to the top, he accidentally touched my private parts, and my body trembled as if I had been electrocuted.
Okay, turn over!
Embarrassed, my face was still red. I calmed myself down a bit and turned around. The massage moved from my shoulder blades to my lower abdomen. My tension eased, but I felt a little disappointed… The abdominal massage lasted a long time, it was incredibly comfortable. Several times, the massage stopped at the pubic hair area, making me gasp for breath, but it didn't itch! "
Um, miss, I'll go get you a new pair of shorts." The masseuse got up, went out, and closed the door. I sat up and saw they were soaked! How embarrassing… After a while, she came back with a new pair and went out again. She changed and came back to continue the massage. It was just as comfortable as lying down, especially around the inner thighs, almost like an electric shock. My underwear was soaked, but it didn't stop the masseuse from reaching the bottom and opening my legs. She massaged almost right up to the labia for a while, until the labia were completely separated! Finally, the massage was over. It was both comfortable and torturous, and my libido increased many times over. I adjusted my breathing, looked at the advertisement board, and asked the masseuse: "How is an essential oil spa done?"
"Oh, our homemade plant essential oils, combined with gentle application techniques, are good for both health and skincare.
68 yuan is so expensive?" I asked. "
Since you're a regular, you can try it for free next time."
"Really? Thank you, I'll come another day." "
Okay, take your belongings, take care."
A month later
, I went to an internet cafe and looked up spas. There wasn't much information, but the content was intriguing. Some spas abroad even have completely nude therapists! Of course, the therapists are both male and female, and I recommend the opposite sex for a professional treatment! "Really?" After hesitating for two weeks, I finally mustered the courage to go to the shop. Unfortunately, the therapist on the 16th wasn't there, so I decided to go for it and booked therapist number 23, a male. "
Good afternoon, ma'am. What kind of service would you like?
Can you do an essential oil spa?" "I've never done one before." My face flushed slightly. "
Oh, yes, many ladies have come to me for this. I guarantee you'll be satisfied! Please wait a moment."
The technician went out for a while and asked, "Is this your first time? To ensure the essential oil is applied thoroughly to your whole body, I suggest you change into disposable underwear. Wearing your own might get dirty, it's fine." The technician seemed to be giving a very professional explanation. "
Oh, let me see the disposable ones." I picked them up and opened the top and bottom pieces to look at them. They were a little bit transparent, but that was okay (they become very transparent after applying the essential oil), so I agreed to change into the disposable ones. The technician went out to leave, and I changed into the disposable underwear. Oh my god, it's so small! The top only covers about the area of one of my hands, and half of my pubic hair is showing. There are three strings on the sides and back, which just barely cover the front and a small patch of hair below. It's not spacious at all! Goodness! Goodness! Suddenly, I felt my heart pounding! I lay down on the massage bed, closed my eyes, and adjusted my breathing.
After a while, the technician came in, covered my lower body with a blanket, rubbed the bottle in her hands for a while, and started massaging my back. It was slightly warm, smooth, and comfortable, and at the same time, I started to feel itchy, especially at my waist, where I trembled slightly. Similar to a full-body massage, but with a slightly gentler and more delicate touch, especially on the sides. The exposed breast tissue slid around for a while, and I almost had to sit up to meet it… It was incredibly comfortable and stimulating. Then she started kneading my buttocks. The masseuse even went inside my underwear to knead, but deliberately slowed down and moved away near the groin area, as I desperately wanted to massage there. The inner thighs were particularly sensitive, and slightly open. Several times she massaged the groin, but perhaps because the oil was too slippery, my fingers accidentally brushed against the entrance, but I immediately moved back. "
Okay, please turn around!"
Lost in ecstasy, I opened my eyes, turned around, and smiled shyly at the masseuse. She focused on rubbing the oil around, observing me, so I closed my eyes again. "
Seriously," the masseuse said. "Not many people as young as you, with a figure fit for a lady, come here. How old are you, young lady?
" "Ah," I opened my eyes and smiled. "Just 26."
"Wow, I'm so lucky! After all these years, you're the youngest customer I've ever had."
"Haha, really? That makes me blush." "
Don't worry, we're professional massage therapists. Are there any reserved areas?" The therapist looked at me, her eyes practically sparkling!
"Um, reserved areas?" "Uncle, you're doing a really comfortable massage. Just do it the way you normally would."
"Okay, let's begin!"
"Okay, let's start!"
Neck, collarbone, the massage was very delicate. Then she started massaging the upper part of my breasts. I didn't resist, but my hands started gripping the blanket tightly. Her warm, large hands moved around my nipples, massaging towards the lower part. I felt my nipples were fully swollen, and I controlled my breathing. The therapist's thumb slid along the upper part, the rest on the lower part, and slowly, her thumb and forefinger met at my nipple. They kneaded my nipples, circled them, pressed them down, released them, and pressed them up again, making me tremble uncontrollably, my breathing become erratic, and my legs started rubbing together. I just endured it, and the masseuse massaged (or rather, played around with it) for a very, very long time.
Finally, the massage therapist turned to my abdomen. She applied some essential oil, and when I opened my eyes, wow! My disposable underwear was completely transparent from the oil! My erect nipples stood there, utterly exposed, so embarrassing! I quickly closed my eyes, and the therapist immediately began massaging my abdomen, starting with circles! One circle, two circles, three circles, pressing for five seconds, then quickly sliding left and right. She applied some more oil to her hands and sprinkled some on my underwear. That was it; my underwear was practically useless. The therapist slowly opened my legs and began applying oil to my thighs and calves, then the kneading began. When she reached the crucial area, the innermost part of my thighs, right next to my groin, she meticulously kneaded up and down, left and right. My groin would sometimes open, sometimes close, and I felt waves of fluid gushing out. I started moaning; honestly, it wasn't pleasure, it was desire. The masseuse started knocking on the door through my disposable underwear, heading straight for my clitoris and massaging it. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her hand with my right, trying to push her away, but she resisted! Her large fingers slid down my clitoris, fully opening both doors, tracing the opening, the entrance, and down to my anus. The 280 volts of electricity made me dizzy. Then she slid up from bottom to top, back and forth countless times. Finally, I felt fully opened. This technique through my underwear was incredibly intense! I still remember it vividly. After a while, the masseuse stopped, covered me with a blanket, and said I could rest for a bit without being disturbed. The massage was over. I forced myself to leave as she did so, then slid down to my clitoris, still aroused, and quickly rubbed it until I orgasmed. It felt so good, a feeling I'd never experienced before. The shame and embarrassment escalated into shamelessness and lewdness. I was tormented like this for two hours, feeling dazed and weak all the way home for my afternoon nap. I didn't wake up until 6 PM because I needed to pee.
After this experience, I suddenly realized I shouldn't be so indulgent. I should focus my energy on other normal things and control my desires. But a week, two weeks, three weeks passed, and I found it increasingly difficult to control my growing urges. That desire built on shame was impossible to suppress. I think I've developed early symptoms of exhibitionism. Every time I think about it, it feels so real, and I desperately want to do it again!
During a casual lunch break at the company, Sister Zhang started showing off her husband's wealth again. She said that yesterday her husband gave her a black gold VIP card for the Veruna Women's Private Club, with 100,000 yuan in it for spending. I'd heard of this place; it'd only been open for a little over a year, and it's frequented by high-society people. There were always luxury cars parked outside. Then Sister Zhang continued to brag, saying that women shouldn't mistreat themselves, that good days only last a few decades, and if you wanted to experience something, you could borrow money—you could never spend it all. If you wanted to have fun, go for 16-25 year old boys; if you wanted to relax, go for older guys—they were better at it. I was too embarrassed to ask, so I decided to inquire first.
That evening, I called Li Damei.
"Damei, you know about the Veruna Club, right?"
"Yeah, what's up? Want to go?"
"No, I just heard..." A colleague at work mentioned it; her husband gave her a VIP card. I figured if I couldn't afford it, I could at least ask her about it.
Tell me about it! Okay, kid, I didn't realize you were such a potential catch! So, what do you want to ask?
Don't get any funny ideas, I'm just asking.
Stop joking around, I just remembered. I've been a few times, but it was always with Mr. Feng, the developer. I wouldn't go paying for it myself; I can't afford it, especially since I'm single now. But I can help you out a bit. If you want to go, I can take you sometime.
Ah, thanks in advance. How's it? Let me know.
No problem. Shower, karaoke, gym, bowling, mini-cinema, swimming, Indian yoga—the overall environment is unique in the city. The massage and spa are especially good.
Really? How do you get a massage?
How can I? I'll massage you with my hands.
Ugh, tell me more details.
Did you drink today? Didn't you call me?
No, tell me!
Mainly because there are boys there, but mostly older women go. You know, once we're over 40, our husbands start to complain, but we're like wolves and tigers, we don't want to yell at home, so we need a place to vent, really. I feel sorry for the kids there; some are even minors. Sometimes one old woman preys on several kids.
Huh? Isn't it a massage spa?
Are you stupid? Yeah, you're not 45 yet. You'll understand when you are.
Oh, so it's not legitimate, huh? They can do *that*?
They're willing to spend money, aren't they? Those old women are not only wasteful, they really ruin people. A friend told me that last month a rich businessman's wife went there. She initially called two boys to have sex with, paying each of them a 10,000 yuan tip. Later, when the boys got tired, she called five more, and they went on all night. The boss had to intervene to stop them from leaving. "Those kids, let's talk. You can have fun, but don't take your anger out on the kids. It's heartless."
"Really?!" (I was incredibly excited listening to this.) "Are there any legitimate ones?" "Yes ,
there are. Older ones or those who have studied in Thailand or somewhere are pretty good. I've done it." "
Really? How was it?" "Wow, what
's wrong with you? What's with you going crazy in the middle of the night? How did you suddenly become so depraved?"
"No, well, I've been really tired at work lately, with overtime. I did a few things near home and they were alright. You have experience, so I'm asking you." "
What do you mean I have experience? Don't go spreading rumors!" "You've ruined my image.
Oh my, yes, yes, I won't reopen your wounds, just tell me, tell me quickly.
Look how anxious you are, I didn't realize you were such a virgin! You look so quiet and sweet on the outside, but you're a little slut inside! What, the mention of underage boys makes your drooling too?
Oh dear, what are you saying! Don't you want to live anymore? Tell me!
Haha, older guys naturally have better skills, they find the right acupoints, and it's incredibly comfortable and enjoyable from every angle, but they generally don't do big jobs, they need familiar clients. Oral sex is 1000, big jobs are 3000. Younger guys don't have much experience, they just mess around, but after all, they're..." If an underage boy touches your entire body and sensitive areas, it will trigger your animalistic instincts. If you look closely, you'll usually see that these kids have umbrellas up their genitals. We're just hiring them for entertainment; we can do whatever we want with them, but it costs money, and it's expensive—special requests start at 5000. It's very tempting!
Oh, I see. I'll borrow your card sometime, and we can go together. I'm too scared to go alone.
Haha, bestie! I'm not saying anything more, my girlfriend called. I'll contact her later.
Okay, bye.
I can't sleep at night. Speaking of kids, I think of children, those memories of shame and excitement... The memory is still vivid; I was practically going to shock every night during that period. The boy was a good kid; I felt so sorry for him, I shouldn't have done that, and I had no face to go back and see him.
A few days later, I mustered up the courage to go to Sister Zhang in the archives to ask to borrow the card. Sister Zhang was very happy, saying she had forgotten about it if I hadn't reminded her, and happily lent it to me. I immediately called Li Damei and we arranged to meet at the entrance at 10 PM.
The truck didn't dare stop at the main gate. When I got there, wow! It was like a palace, glittering with gold. Security guards, car attendants, greeters—it was incredibly lively, with quite a few luxury cars, and even people trying to flirt with me.
"Hi, beautiful lady, are you here so late? Want to come together?"
I didn't even glance at her, turning away.
"Miss, are you alone? Let's go for a drive, I know a place with a great night view!"
I glanced at her and moved on. "
You damn beauty, come here!"
A little while later, a security guard came over and said, "Madam, please come in and rest in the lobby. Free tea and refreshments are available."
With great sincerity, we went inside. It was like a palace, with European-style angel murals overhead and lamps a full five meters in diameter. The huge rest area was mostly filled with European-style sofas. People came and went; a quick glance revealed that seven-tenths of the rooms were occupied by middle-aged women, dressed as if they wanted to be adorned with gold and diamonds, heavily made up, their makeup almost as thick as a sandstorm, their smiles like ghosts, yet still chatting and laughing: "Oh, Manager Dong, back in the day we didn't have a place like this. We didn't know how to take care of ourselves, look how old we've become, we're too ashamed to show our faces. Thank goodness we're living in a good era! Thank you, and to that nephew number 210 you recommended, I don't consider you outsiders at all, we'll be family from now on. But it's inconvenient to come here all the time, so I'll have to trouble you to tell him. I have a small villa in the South District, it would be best if 210 could come to my place, food and lodging provided. Auntie may not have much else, but you're at your age building your careers and need money, I completely understand and support you. Try to persuade your nephew, I won't let you down!"
The manager, with a wry smile, kept agreeing and flattering me, not daring to offend me, and finally saw me off.
Just as I was lost in thought, the manager saw me and walked over.
"Good evening, beautiful lady. Are you a new face here?" "I'm the supervisor for today, just call me Xiao Du. What's your name?"
Ah! I was already acting like a thief, wearing a knock-off tracksuit, sitting in the corner, and I'd been caught. "Hello, just call me Tongzi. I'm waiting for a friend here." "
Oh, you look like you're in your early twenties. We don't see many young ladies here; the occasional ones are usually rich kids. I suppose you come from a wealthy family too. If it's convenient, I can introduce you to a package that might suit you. If you're tired from work or studies and under a lot of pressure, it will be very effective."
"Ah, thank you. I... I'm not rich, just an ordinary working girl, haha. Work is really tiring. A colleague gave me this card, and I made an appointment with a friend to try it out."
"Oh, let me see your card." I handed it to him.
"Oh my, your black V card is a 'God Card' issued by the Hong Kong headquarters. I heard there are only 10 in mainland China. It's a 'unlimited experience,' allowing you to transcend all rules and restrictions. I knew you were someone important; you can do whatever you want."
"Ah? No, no, I just wanted to try a spa treatment; I heard it's good for the skin.
" "Okay, I'll arrange the best therapist. Is a young one okay?"
"Um… I'll think about young ones after I'm 45. Get an experienced therapist." "
Haha, you're so funny. Okay, therapist number 888, 30 years of experience working in Thailand, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
I picked up the phone and called Da Mei. "
Tongzi, darling, I really want to go, but Xiao Qing broke up with me, and we're arguing. Anyway, you can lend me your card; I'll call you sometime when I'm free.
Okay."
Accompanied by Manager Du, we entered the elevator to the 7th floor. He chattered incessantly, his expression excited, while I remained nervous, nervous, nervous.
Room 7777, a super-sized presidential suite! After touring the room, I noticed that none of the six rooms were small, and all were fully furnished and equipped with appliances. Both bathrooms were a whopping 60 square meters, and the large, round bathtub in the middle was a sight I'd never seen before. "
If it's convenient, please take a shower first, and the technician will be there shortly."
"Ah, thank you, Manager Du, thank you for your trouble." "
No trouble at all. If you need anything, just call me at the front desk."
"Okay."
I closed the door, picked up the showerhead, and started showering. I wasn't sure if it was a spa treatment I'd had before, but I thoroughly washed my armpits and genitals. After wrapping myself in a towel, I opened the door and found a middle-aged man already prepared in the room, smiling naturally at me. His temples and mustache were white, and his wrinkles were very defined. He was wearing a gym outfit, and his physique was well-proportioned. To be honest, he had a real manly charm; I was stunned. "
Good evening, esteemed lady. I am the technician, and it's an honor to serve you. It's ten minutes to 11 o'clock now. The massage will take three hours, and we've prepared a Hong Kong-style late-night snack for you during the session."
"Oh, hello, technician, thank you for your help." The young woman was completely incoherent, utterly embarrassed and bewildered. "
Okay, let's begin. Please lie down on this bed."
"Oh! Okay! I looked for disposable underwear, but I didn't find any! Where's my own bra? Where did it go?" Panic. "Is this your
first time? Normally you don't need to wear clothes. If you're worried, I brought some, here you go!
" "Ah, this? No need, it's very uncomfortable." "
This is made of silk, very soft, why don't you try it?"
"Ah? I'll try it." Before the masseuse could put down the covers, she walked over naked, took the bra from her hand, and put it on while facing away from the bed. (Her head was spinning.) Lying on the bed, the masseuse dimmed the lights, played music, and untied the bra pocket (why wear it!). She applied essential oil to her back. Her large hands were warm, not rough at all, but incredibly smooth, emitting a unique fragrance, the scent of which she couldn't quite place. After applying it evenly all over her body, a strange feeling began to gather. She felt slightly hot, had difficulty breathing, and broke out in a cold sweat. The masseuse used one finger to slowly slide from shoulder to toe, then from one toe to the other shoulder, repeating 35 times. Then she gently circled my waist, pressing slowly. My face started to heat up; this was already happening even before the first wave, but I enjoyed the feeling.
The masseuse then quickly touched one leg with both hands, then the other, making my buttocks tense, sometimes relaxing, then tensing again. The masseuse untied the drawstring of my underwear, lifting the buttocks area without removing the silk underwear, and started looking for my tailbone. After pressing for a short time, she used only her fingers to grab my buttocks, grabbing myself, lifting, pulling outwards, lowering, grabbing, lifting, pulling outwards, lowering, continuing this more than 10 times. My buttocks were a little sore, and my glutes were weak. Next, she focused on the sides of my left thigh, pressing the middle firmly against the groin with a vertical hand, then kneading clockwise with the hand on my buttocks. I couldn't take it anymore. My face started to burn, and I moaned softly. The movements were still relatively slow. The lower door turned to the other side and opened, fully exposing the inner opening. When it turned back, it closed again. This opening and closing caused the water to overflow. The masseur turned around a few times and went to get a towel to wipe his right hand. Hehe, quite a bit of water had flowed out.
"Um, ah, I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself." (Quickly closes his legs)
"It's okay. It's rare to get to serve someone your age in China. It's a very rare opportunity. I get to do it more often in Thailand. I feel like I've become several years younger."
I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing... He gently dabbed his lower body with the towel, spread his legs back to the previous angle, and continued to turn his right buttock. This time, I couldn't take it anymore. On the third round, because so much water was flowing out, the masseur's left hand was completely embedded in the "gate," tightly gripping the inside of the canyon, pressed together. Then, when turning to the right, the entire right side of the "gate," along with the surrounding tender flesh, was pulled to the right. After a certain distance, because it was too slippery, the right side of the "gate" was pulled back through the gap in the masseur's left hand. When it circled back, it was once again squeezed between his hand and buttocks, continuing to be pulled to the right. The pulling was particularly slow; it felt like the masseur was carefully observing as it was being pulled open! The right side was finally finished, and then it was the left side, receiving the same treatment. The "gate" was essentially ruined; the automatic closing mechanism temporarily malfunctioned, leaving it wide open like a city gate.
I was panting heavily, but the foot massage was much calmer. It's time to turn over.
Please turn over and lie flat; you can take off your underwear.
Okay. I whispered my agreement, setting my underwear aside. At that moment, I realized I couldn't lie there quietly anymore. My heart was pounding, my legs were pressed together but slowly rubbing against each other, my hands gripping the mattress lightly. Even the slightest throbbing in my sensitive areas sent signals to my brain. The masseuse slowly poured the essential oil onto my body, starting from my chest and working my way down to my clitoris. I nervously covered myself, and sure enough, her fingers almost slipped into my opening. The masseuse said, "Please sit up!"
I opened my eyes, slightly regaining consciousness, and looked down at my firm breasts, wondering what the masseuse was going to do. The masseuse came to the bed and sat behind me, her hands moving from between my arms to the front, beginning to comb my neck, stroking it from top to bottom, then my collarbone. Slowly, she cupped the base of my breasts with her hands and began to make circular motions from bottom to top, her touch so gentle it felt like she was touching her own breasts. The radius of the circles got smaller and smaller, starting to circle around my nipples. I couldn't help myself and started to moan softly, "Ah, um, ha, ah, ha," involuntarily raising my hand to half-grab the masseuse's arm. I could hardly sit still anymore, my whole body leaning back against the masseuse. I could feel her broad chest muscles and her heavy, even breathing. Lying on her, my lower body inevitably touched hers—not hard, but not soft either, a warm, fleshy bun occasionally brushing against my buttocks, it felt wonderful.
I could lie down now, completely exhausted, practically at the masseur's mercy. His large hand, placed above my breasts, began to slide downwards, slowly making its way towards the "secret garden's canyon." I screamed loudly because his palm was stroking my clitoris vertically, and then his middle finger would continue exploring downwards along the bottom of the canyon. The worst part was that when it reached the already slightly open opening, his finger would subtly slip in, then leave disappointed and continue stroking my anus. This happened more than ten times in a row. I finally broke down, pleading, "Uncle, please stop torturing me, come in!"
The masseur began a new round of sliding. I quickly grabbed his arm, pulling hard to convey my intention. When his finger reached the opening, it changed its course. Once inside, I realized his finger was very thick, slowly advancing inwards. I screamed wildly, "Ahhhh!" The finger continued, touching the innermost door. Immediately, an electric current shot through my brain, and my whole body and vaginal opening tightened to receive this inescapable impact. After several spasms, it felt like the technician had only just begun his work. His fingers were bent, as if searching for something at the top of the hole. Suddenly, I felt another finger forcefully squeeze into the small gap, searching as well. My body felt like it wasn't mine anymore; I didn't know what was controlling it. The feeling made me sometimes stiffen, sometimes cry out in pain, sometimes desperately try to grasp anything I could, feeling like I was about to die from pleasure.
The technician's hands started moving faster on their own, rapidly pulling upwards, forcing me to cover my mouth and lower my voice a few decibels. Suddenly, my tense body sent a powerful signal to my brain, shutting down all the control mechanisms. My body was instantly released, feeling like I was in another dimension—the feeling was incredibly intense! Because the valve below opened too, I peed! The technician's hand didn't leave, continuing to press hard. At this point, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say my eyes rolled back
. I kept groaning, "Ah, ah," swallowing, and making "Ugh, ugh, ugh" sounds. The technician pulled his hand away, pressed on my lower abdomen, and instructed me to adjust my breathing. After resting for a while, I covered myself with a blanket and passed out. I don't know when I opened my eyes, but I felt extremely tired and wanted to eat something. While getting dressed, I found a note that said the 5th-floor buffet restaurant was free, and to press the main service button for any other matters. Without thinking, I got up and dressed. I took the elevator straight home. At that moment, all I wanted was to get home quickly; I felt incredibly empty. I bought some steamed buns and soy milk from a roadside stall and rushed home. Once I got to my rented apartment, I quickly took off my underwear and checked my private area in the mirror. Clearly, I'd been too active last night and hadn't fully recovered; the two openings were slightly warped. I touched the inside of the opening—it hurt a little, but thankfully it wasn't broken! On Monday, after returning the card at work, I suddenly became the center of attention. Everyone was asking me all sorts of questions, even some men were asking without any hesitation, which was very annoying.
Afterwards, Da Mei and I went to… We went once, separately. We both chose boys; hers was 19, mine was 17. Being younger has its advantages—their penises get hard. Most of the time, they would squat on top of me, massaging me instead of standing beside me, which was strange. And I would unconsciously stare at that spot, then realize it and look away in embarrassment. Later, I asked him to take his clothes off, and he readily agreed. He wasn't very old, but he was well-developed. I said like an older sister, "If you want, you can come in. It's okay if you don't know how; I'll let you practice." But he didn't fall for it. He was already exhausted from working all day. Very disappointed! Very disappointed! Angry! But there was nothing I could do. It wasn't to the point of shamelessly hiring several at the same time. I just didn't believe there weren't any who wouldn't do it properly, hahaha! I won't say more; I'll leave it to your imagination. My writing skills are limited, but I'm very grateful you read to the end. My husband doesn't know about this experience, but I know he secretly goes for massages and oil treatments. I haven't confronted him yet, hoping to have the chance to talk to him face-to-face: "Bring me along for massages too! I've been holding back for years!!!"
[The End]

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