My real experience at a bathhouse

It was early 2003. I was working as a department manager at a company, but due to some business issues and strained relations, I resigned and started my own business in the same industry. That period was a dark time in my life. My family also faced a crisis; my husband of five years divorced me.

I apologize for writing this online for the first time; I'm not good at it, I just wanted a place to vent, and I'm still hesitant. At that time, I didn't have many employees, and I was working day and night. Fortunately, with the support of some existing clients, business improved significantly by October, and my life gradually stabilized. Although it was tiring, I felt fulfilled. During that

period,

because I was busy with business, I didn't have much contact with my friends. Around that time, I became close to a small business owner I knew. She was six years older than me, and I always called her Sister Wang. Before, at work, we only had business dealings and our relationship was casual. Later, because of my business, we became very close, and she helped me a lot in my business dealings.

I often invited her to meals, tea, and chats, and we gradually became inseparable sisters. Her family was very happy, and I envied her at the time, even feeling inferior because of my own family background. However, she has also given me a lot of help with my current family.

The incident happened around that time. One evening, after finishing my work, I felt relaxed (business was really good then, and I was happy every day). Thinking about how I'd just watch TV and surf the internet alone at home and felt bored, I called her to ask if she had any social engagements and wanted to invite her to dinner. She has a very cheerful personality and happily replied, "My husband is also away on a business trip; I was just about to call and invite you!" We booked a restaurant together and met up.

I rarely drink, but that day, because I was happy, I opened a bottle of red wine with her. We chatted while drinking, talking about business, news, and family. We ate from around 6 pm until almost 10 pm, and drank nearly two bottles of red wine. She still wanted more and ordered another bottle. I said I couldn't drink anymore, and she said this little bit of wine was nothing. We ended up drinking three bottles of red wine (she drank more than me), and I can't remember when we left the restaurant. She said she wouldn't drive anymore, so we took a taxi home.

Since we lived on the same route, and seeing she'd had quite a bit to drink, I thought I'd take her home first. We were still chatting and laughing in the car when she suggested we take a shower to sober up. Thinking I'd need to shower at home anyway, I readily agreed. I said, "Let me treat you?" She said, "Don't always treat me. You've already treated me to dinner, I can't let you treat me again." Then she had the taxi take us to a fairly large bathhouse near us. Inside, it was quite crowded. We got our tickets, took a shower, and then went to the sauna. She'd really drunk that night, and was speaking very loudly, even teasing me, "Hey sis, you've got a great figure!" People in the sauna next to us were all looking at me, making me feel embarrassed. I chatted and laughed with her, and we were both very happy.

After steaming, Wang Jie and I went to the lobby to rest in our bathrobes. My head started to ache even more, probably from steaming for too long. We lay on the sofa, drinking water and chatting, when a waitress came over and asked if we needed a foot massage. Wang Jie said, "Give us a massage." A little while later, two young women came and started massaging our feet. I was getting increasingly sleepy.

I was drifting off to sleep when the young woman was still massaging my feet. Then another waitress came over and asked, "Would you two like to go to a private room for a beauty treatment and massage?" I vaguely heard Wang Jie ask me, "Sure?" Actually, I just wanted to go home as soon as possible, and maybe because I had drunk too much, I replied, "Okay," or maybe I didn't want to spoil her fun.

The waitress led us to the private room area and asked if we needed two rooms. I said no, we could stay together. Wang Jie said, "Little sister, let's have two." I didn't say anything, just asked how long the beauty treatment would take. The waitress said a little over an hour. I thought that wasn't too long, so I agreed. And so, we each had our own room.

I had just sat down on the sofa in the private room when a young woman, around 20 years old, came in and introduced herself as a beautician. She asked me to lie down on the bed, which I did without saying anything. She then took a tissue and wiped my face, asking, "You have oily skin, right?" I said yes. She then introduced me to several cosmetics, but I said a simple skincare routine would be fine. She sat on the edge of my bed and started applying a face mask.

I don't know how long it took, but during that time I had a terrible headache and dozed off for a while. When I woke up, the young woman said, "Your face is done. How about a massage?" I asked if the woman who came with me was finished. She said she'd go check. She came back a little while later and said she'd just finished too and was about to get a massage. I said, "Then I'll wait for her." Then the young woman asked me, "Should I continue massaging you, or would you like to have a 'young master' massage you?" I was stunned for a moment and asked, "What did you say?" The young woman said, "Ma'am, here, you can have a massage done by a man, or I can do it for you. It's up to you." I said, "Why is that?" At that moment, I sat up, wanting to leave immediately. The young woman said again, "That lady, we've already arranged a young master for you. She just asked me to arrange one for you too, so I asked her to check with you." I'd never seen anything like it before. I'd always been raised with strict rules, and I didn't date until after graduating from university. I'm very traditional about these things. Although I've heard and seen a lot in the business world, I never imagined things would be this open. I didn't say anything more and left the private room to knock on Sister Wang's door. A boy who looked about 23 or 24 years old opened the door from the inside. I panicked a little and quickly said, "I'm looking for my friend." Sister Wang said from inside, "Let her in." After I went in, the boy left the room. I saw Sister Wang lying on the bed, her bathrobe loose. She saw me and said, "Why aren't you massaging anymore?" I said, "I have a bit of a headache, I want to go back." She smiled and said, "Are you embarrassed?" She sat up straight. I said, "No, I'm just not feeling well. Why don't I wait for you in the lobby?" She chuckled and said, "Little sister, what era are we living in? Why are you acting like a young lady? It's just a massage from a young man, why are you so scared?" I felt genuinely embarrassed; my face was burning.

Sister Wang was a very outgoing woman. Seeing my reaction, she laughed loudly and said, "I've been here a few times with clients and friends before, and I know they have male massages, but it's nothing. I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? As long as you feel comfortable, it's fine." She then asked, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of being taken advantage of?" I said, "No, I'm just not used to this." She said, "Really, it's nothing. The masseuses here are very professional. Just try it. I'm here anyway, what are you afraid of?" I said, "Then go ahead and get your massage. I'll wait for you in the lobby." She then pulled me aside and said, "No, let's massage together for a while and then go back." She opened the door and called a waiter in, saying, "Find a young master to massage my sister." The waiter asked, "Does he want to do the same service as you?" Sister Wang said, "Sure, but don't bully my sister!" I left her room, my face flushed, feeling conflicted. The hostess outside led me back to the private room next

door. Back in my room, I sat on the sofa, my heart pounding; the alcohol was probably taking effect. A moment later, there was a knock at the door. My voice trembled slightly as I said, "Come in." A handsome young man entered; he was very tall, almost 1.8 meters. He spoke first, saying, "Hello, you want a massage, right?" I managed a weak "Mmm." He asked if I could lie down on the bed. As if being manipulated, I lay down. I felt like I couldn't breathe; it was the first time I'd been alone with a man other than my husband, and in such close contact. He spoke again, asking, "Shall we begin now?" Only then did I realize how magnetic his voice was. I nodded, and his hands landed on my head, pressing my temples. I was incredibly nervous, afraid to breathe deeply; I could feel the strength in his hands. He asked me, "Is my hand heavy? If it is, just say so." I whispered, "It's okay." Those few minutes felt like an eternity. Although I'm not a young girl anymore, being with a strange man on a night like this, after drinking too much, made me feel inexplicably nervous.

It was really awkward. He seemed to try to break the awkwardness by making conversation, asking if I didn't come here often. I said it was my first time. He said, "Yes, a lot of ladies come to bathe, but not many come for massages." Hearing this, my face flushed red to my ears. He seemed to realize he'd said something wrong and added, "But getting a massage isn't a big deal, it's just that some people aren't used to it." I forced a smile and said, "I'm just a little uncomfortable." At that moment, his hands were still pressing on my head. I felt his technique was very professional; maybe it was because I'd never had a massage before, but that's what made it seem professional. I felt much more relaxed then, and my head didn't hurt as much anymore; maybe the alcohol had sobered me up a bit.

I said to him, "Go check if my friend next door is finished. Call me when she is." He said okay and went out. A little while later, he came back and told me he'd spoken to the lady outside, and my friend would come out and let me know.

Sometimes memories are really clear! Sigh.

When he came back in, I felt less tense than before, and my whole body relaxed. He said, "Shall I continue massaging you?" I nodded. By then, the head massage was probably finished. He held my hand and massaged my arm, occasionally giving it a shake—it felt really good. I started talking to him, asking how old he was. He said, "Guess!" I said, "20?" He said, "I'm 23." But I felt that was about the same age, just a little understated. :) I asked him where he was from and what school he graduated from, and he answered me. I learned that this 23-year-old boy was also from Shandong, a vocational school graduate, and had been working for several years, only starting in this line of work at the beginning of the year.

He asked if I'd been drinking. I said yes. He said, "Do you want some water? Do you want the TV turned on?" I said no.

As we chatted while he massaged me, I felt much more relaxed, almost forgetting that Sister Wang was still next door.

Then, without me noticing, his hands were massaging my back. I felt how strong his hands were, first pressing acupoints, then patting my back (I was only wearing a bathrobe, no bra). It felt like his hands were roaming over my skin. His hands were slowly moving towards my waist, and I felt my heart racing again, as if I was still yearning for something.

His hands roamed over my back, slowly moving towards my waist and buttocks. My heart was pounding, my whole body tense, but I was still expecting something. It had been a long time since I had such intimate contact with a man, and I felt a strange mix of emotions. We didn't say a word; the room was quiet, and I could hear his breathing. His hands seemed to be trembling slightly, even though I'm in good shape. His hands pressed against my waist, slowly moving downwards. Suddenly, I shuddered, feeling a pair of warm hands on my buttocks. I lay on the bed, holding my breath, my face burning hot, and I felt a dampness in my lower body. His hands didn't stay on my buttocks for long, just a few light presses before moving towards my thighs. At that moment, I suddenly wished his hands could stay on my buttocks a little longer, but I immediately cursed myself for this. His hands were kneading my thighs, occasionally brushing against my groin; I don't know if he was doing it on purpose. Anyway, my heart was pounding like a drum, and I felt even wetter down there.

Looking back now, I think I might have really drunk too much that day; I even wondered why I had that strong urge—maybe it was because we hadn't had sex in a long time. After he finished massaging my back and legs, he asked me to turn over so he could massage my front. I seemed to enjoy it and immediately turned over. With my eyes closed, his hands were on my shoulders, kneading my shoulders and arms. I kept thinking about getting his hands down, when I suddenly remembered I wasn't wearing a bra. I opened my eyes and saw my collar was low, so I instinctively pulled it up. He noticed my movement too. I then looked at him properly; he was a very handsome boy, with a refined and handsome appearance. He smiled when he saw my movement.

I closed my eyes again, and suddenly I heard bursts of laughter coming from next door. I recognized it as Sister Wang's voice. Neither of us spoke; the room was quiet. After a while, I heard those intermittent moans again. My face flushed again. I wondered if it was Sister Wang, but then I thought it was impossible. Would she do that? Wasn't she afraid I'd laugh at her? He must have heard that too. He said, "Your friend comes over often, right?" I said, "Maybe." At that moment, his hand rubbed my abdomen, occasionally moving upwards, sometimes touching the edge of my breasts. Every time he touched it, my heart would race. I noticed his hand seemed a little tense too. I opened my eyes and looked at him again. He seemed very serious. Suddenly, I noticed his pants were very high. I knew what was going on, and my feelings became even more complicated.

He held my hand and flexed my knuckles, but as he did this, I could feel something hard occasionally touching my fingers. I knew what it was, but I didn't pull my hand away. My heart was beating even faster; I could hear my own heartbeat.

The laughter from the other room was still drifting over when I suddenly made a bold move. I don't know what came over me; with my eyes closed, I deliberately touched that hard thing. He probably sensed that I was touching him intentionally, and he leaned forward, holding my hand with one hand and pressing his other hand up my arm. My hand tried to pretend it was accidental as it touched him there. He probably sensed my audacity, and his other hand quickly moved to my breast, kneading it. I let out a soft "Ah!" as my hand grasped his penis.

I kept my eyes closed, afraid to open them. He boldly kneaded my breasts, and I felt a passion I hadn't felt in a long time. He was wearing athletic pants, and the thing in my hand grew harder and bigger. I pulled down his pants and grabbed his penis directly, moving it... I heard his heavy breathing. I didn't dare open my eyes. I noticed his hand moving downwards, slipping inside my shirt and rubbing my nipples, then slowly reaching inside my panties. I was desperately wanting it, and my hand moved quickly. His fingers were also moving around inside me. I only remember it being very wet. His fingers went in a little, and my whole body tensed up, feeling like I was about to have an orgasm. Suddenly, I heard him make a loud "hmm" sound. My hand felt sticky. I sat up and hugged him tightly. His fingers were all over me. I impulsively wanted him to enter me immediately... Then someone knocked on the door. I suddenly calmed down and let go of him. He quickly pulled up his pants and went to open the door. I heard someone outside say that the people next door were done. He then came in and told me my friend was done. I was very nervous, but the impulse from before was gone. I lowered my head and said, "Then I'll go too." I added one more thing: I asked him, "What's your name?" He said, "Call me Yuliang, Yu as in corn, Liang as in excellent." I said, "Do you have a phone?" He gave me his mobile phone.

I left the room, and Sister Wang was already in the lobby. When I saw her, I felt very shy, my face turning bright red, but I pretended nothing was wrong and said, "I've been waiting for you." She smiled and said, "How are you? Sober now?" I said, "Much better, let's go home."

We left the bathhouse, took a taxi, and it was already past 2:00. In the car, I didn't dare look at her once, feeling like I had done something wrong, just making small talk. She arrived first, and I went home.

After returning home, I sat in the living room thinking about what had just happened, feeling a mix of regret and a desire to try again. I picked up the phone several times, wanting to dial that number, but then put it down again. It was very late, so I washed up and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up very late, and the first thing I thought about was what had happened the night before. This time, I was no longer numbed by alcohol, no longer had that impulse, and was incredibly sober. I regretted going there, regretted everything I did. I cursed myself for being vulgar, for being unfaithful… Suddenly, I wondered if I might have contracted a disease. This thought terrified me. I immediately got up, turned on my computer, and researched sexually transmitted diseases. The more I researched, the more frightened I became. I was afraid his hands might have just come from someone else's body, that he might have brought me a terrible disease, that he might have a disease, and that my hands might have germs too. I researched the symptoms and incubation periods of various diseases, and I felt deeply regretful. I just want to say to all my friends, cherish your bodies, cherish your lives!

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