A massage experience during a business trip

That time, my boss assigned me to a business trip alone. After a 210-hour drive, I was exhausted and felt dirty. So, after checking into my room and dropping off my luggage, I went to the bathhouse next to the hotel, took a relaxing bath, and then asked for a private room for a massage to soothe my aching muscles. The masseuse who entered had dark brown hair, but the crow's feet around her eyes and her ample hips, barely contained by her uniform skirt, betrayed that she was no longer young. She was of medium height, with fair skin, a slightly round face, and a double chin. For some reason, I felt she looked somewhat like my mother, and her smile made me feel very close to her.

Her massage technique was professional, and the pressure was just right. I enjoyed the massage while chatting casually with her. She seemed to have a very nice personality; she chuckled softly at my less-than-funny jokes. As the massage continued, I felt a sense of closeness to her, and the unintentional physical contact during the massage aroused my desire for her body. When I took her hand and asked if we could have sex once, she seemed surprised, saying she only did massages and that there were other women available for special services. After much pleading, she finally agreed to spend time with me. Of course, as a massage therapist, she couldn't have a relationship with a client there. She didn't finish work until 2 a.m., so we arranged to meet at my room the next day at noon.

The next day at noon, she finally arrived after an anxious wait. We sat on the bed, chatting and watching TV with a slightly awkward expression. Gradually, we relaxed a bit, and she became more talkative, talking about her family and her past. To my surprise, she was over 50 years old, and her son was over 20. Her hometown was an old industrial city in Northeast China. In the 1990s, both she and her husband were laid off. Later, her husband drove a truck to deliver goods, and she ran a small shop at home, barely making ends meet. A few years ago, her husband got into a motorcycle accident after drinking one night, injuring someone and incurring a large sum of money in compensation. He also lost some of his leg. She came out to work to save money for her son's wedding. She gave me a sense of closeness, like a female elder, and I was so engrossed in chatting with her that I almost forgot my purpose. So I started to put my arm around her, talking as I undressed her.

After all, she was over 50, and her figure had changed. It wasn't so obvious when she was clothed, but once she was naked, her sagging breasts, swollen belly, and wide hips all showed the vicissitudes of time. I could tell she was a little nervous, tilting her head and covering her eyes with one hand. I climbed on top of her, holding her soft body, and started kissing her. I licked her little by little with the tip of my tongue, from her earlobe, neck, and chest. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were about a C cup, soft and yielding, unlike the elasticity of a young woman's. I sucked on her nipple, feeling it gradually harden in my mouth; it seemed her nipples were still very sensitive, and she began to moan softly. While sucking on her nipple, I stroked her body up and down with my hands. My palms gently caressed her naked body. Although her body wasn't as supple as a young woman's, the fullness of her flesh still excited me. There was a ring of fat around her lower abdomen, along with many stretch marks. When I knelt down beneath her and spread her legs, I could clearly feel her slight resistance; she stiffened slightly before opening them. Her lower body was very full; the mons pubis, though sparsely haired, had a few grayish pubic hairs visible upon closer inspection. Her thick labia majora were pressed together, revealing a small patch of wrinkled, grayish-brown labia minora in the middle. At the very bottom was the recessed vaginal opening, where the skin was smooth and shiny, perhaps from excessive friction. Parting the labia majora revealed the pink, tender flesh inside. The labia minora weren't large; except for a slightly darker tip, the lower part was still very tender. The clitoris was still retracted under the foreskin, only a tiny tip showing. I gently massaged her clitoris through the foreskin with my fingertips; it gradually hardened, and the entrance below began to moisten.

Hearing her soft moans, my penis grew unbearably hard. So I decisively put on a condom, spread her labia with one hand, and guided my throbbing member inside with the other. Keeping my upper body straight, I held her waist with both hands and began to thrust. With each thrust, her waist, abdomen, and breasts swayed back and forth like water-filled balloons. Looking at her crow's feet, her dazed eyes, her flushed cheeks, and her low moans, I felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. As women age, their bodies loosen, including their vaginas, so my penis lacked the friction needed for pleasure. I vigorously twisted my hips, thrusting my penis in again and again, but the pleasure I received was minimal. While this position allowed for deep penetration, it was also physically demanding. So I lay on top of her, adjusting the rhythm and beginning gentle thrusts. Holding her soft body, I kissed her while thrusting. It was very intimate, but my penis wasn't getting enough stimulation, so every now and then I'd straighten up and give her a quick thrust. I repeated this several times. Although it was very pleasurable, I couldn't reach orgasm, and my penis was starting to soften. Her moans gradually lost their initial excitement, and her vaginal lubrication decreased.

The condom wasn't providing enough pleasure, and it was difficult to reach orgasm, so I pulled out and asked if I could remove it. She hesitated for a moment, saying she was clean and I wouldn't harm her. I quickly assured her I was a virtuous person and removed the condom. By this time, she was almost dry. To thank her for her trust and to make it easier to insert my penis, I decided to lick her first. I knelt between her legs, took her clitoris into my mouth, and rubbed it back and forth with my tongue. Her lower body had only a faint fishy smell and the fruity scent of a condom. As my tongue quickly flicked back and forth on her clitoris, her legs trembled slightly. I supported myself with one hand and used the other to pinch and twist one of her nipples. This touching of her breasts and licking her genitals excited her greatly; her legs tensed again and again with moans. Suddenly, I had an impulse to bring her to orgasm first. So, as her legs trembled, I took turns sucking on her clitoris and labia minora, licking the gap between her labia and the opening of her vagina with my tongue. I don't know how long I licked, but her clitoris peeked out from under her foreskin, and her labia minora felt noticeably thicker when I sucked them into my mouth. Her entire lower body was wet; some of it was my saliva, and some, with a slightly salty taste, was definitely her vaginal fluid. Although her intermittent moans and lower body writhing continued, my neck, which had been held high, and my supporting arms were getting tired. Just as I was about to give up, she pressed my head down with her hand. As I quickly swept my tongue across her clitoris, she suddenly squeezed her legs together, her whole body tensing up. She whispered "No," and pressed her lower body firmly against my mouth. With each trembling moan came the trembling of her tense body.

I almost suffocated from being squeezed so tightly, but her orgasm still excited me. My penis, which had gone limp, now eagerly rose again. I straightened up again, aimed my penis at her already soaking wet opening, and thrust it in forcefully. Her vagina, which had just climaxed, was noticeably tighter. Without the condom, my penis could clearly feel the temperature and texture inside. The glans pushed through the dense, fleshy flesh, thrusting rapidly in and out of the slippery vagina. The sound of flesh colliding echoed as I thrust all the way in, the tip of my penis touching her cervix, causing her to moan involuntarily. Each time I withdrew, I could see her small labia part, the glans revealing a bit of pink flesh, my penis smeared with her fluids.

Pleasure spread from my glans throughout my body, and with each tireless thrust, the urge to ejaculate grew stronger. I climbed on top of her, embracing her, pressing my face against hers. She wrapped her arms around me, her legs around my waist. In her gentle embrace, the pleasure of orgasm quickly overwhelmed me, my penis reaching the deepest part of her vagina, ejaculating wave after wave of semen.

That experience allowed me to experience the gentleness of a mature woman, and also satisfied an unspeakable, perverse fantasy. Although I often reminisced about it afterward, I never contacted her again. I hope she can overcome this low point in her life and live a happy life.

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