My Past with the Bathhouse Owner (Parts 1-2)

My Past with the Bathhouse Owner

Author: jiangfuting Word Count: 6854 First published on: sis November 3, 2013

Today, I sit in my office staring blankly at the screen. Where are you? Do you still remember the little things we did together?

My story with her happened naturally and by chance.

(I) First Encounter Like Young Lovers, A Foot Massage Sparks Romance I am 32 years old, with a beautiful three-year-old daughter. My life with my wife is mundane and dull, and we often argue over trivial matters. My restless heart increasingly craves passion.

WeChat, jokingly called a hookup app, was being used by many of my friends. I couldn't resist my curiosity and downloaded it to my phone. That same day, I opened it and eagerly started looking for a woman through "People Nearby". When I saw a quiet and elegant woman named "Blooming Smile", I tried sending a friend request, just to see what would happen. I added quite a few similar netizens, but they were all either saleswomen or advertising girls; some even blatantly asked if I wanted the "full package." Only she seemed relatively indifferent, but still replied with a curt "Hello."

A vulgar and boring start, and soon it was time to leave work, so we didn't contact each other again.

The next day, after finishing work, I finally remembered the friend I'd added the day before and sent a smiley face. Unexpectedly, she replied quickly.

"What are you doing?"

"Drinking a milkshake, what about you?"

"Oh, nice enjoyment. I'm working, why aren't you at work?"

"Hehe, unemployed, don't need to work."

"Oh, your husband supports you, how lucky!"

"Lucky? Maybe."

Slowly, the conversation began, and so did our mutual probing and understanding. Finally, I learned that her name was Yingzi, from Heilongjiang Province, and she and her husband had come to Jinan to make a living. Her husband's business was getting better and better, but his attitude towards her was getting worse and worse. Because she didn't have many skills, she didn't work—later I learned that Yingzi actually had her own business, but her husband didn't trust her and kept preventing her from doing business.

The relationship between men and women is always based on pure friendship, offering mutual comfort, yet ultimately aiming for a specific purpose. A subtle, ambiguous feeling slowly grew between us. At first, we called each other brother and sister, then gradually became inseparable.

"Baby, did you miss me? What are you doing?"

"Yeah, I missed you. He just went out and won't be back tonight. Will you stay with me?"

"Okay, baby, how can I stay with you? I can't fly to your side. I just want to hold you and sleep."

"Okay, fine, I'll use my pillow as you and lean against you."

"Haha, baby, you'd better use your blanket as me and press it against you."

"You're so naughty!!!"

"Baby, I miss you, I miss you so much. Can we meet tomorrow? I just want to see you in person."

Finally, the topic of meeting came up. Actually, from the moment we felt a mutual attraction and a secret affection began to blossom, I knew that we both wanted to see each other. The virtual world couldn't satisfy our insatiable curiosity and anticipation.

We chose a foot massage parlor as our meeting place. Hehe, how about that? Isn't it creative? I chose the location. I knew from a previous business dinner with friends that this foot massage parlor offered purely organic foot massages, with no erotic elements whatsoever. The decor was simple and elegant, and the technicians provided excellent service. Crucially, the private rooms offered great privacy, perfect for friends to chat undisturbed. The rooms were set up like standard hotel rooms, with a large bed and a shower. I called her as soon as I arrived.

"Hey, I'm here. Are you coming?" I wasn't used to calling her "baby" on the phone, such an ambiguous term.

"Not yet. I just dropped my child off. I'm driving over now. Can you pick me up when I get to the door?"

Yingzi's child was already four years old, in kindergarten. Every morning I had to take her to kindergarten and pick her up at five in the afternoon; the time in between was her "free time."

"Okay, call me when you get to the door, and I'll come pick you up."

Ten minutes later, amidst my anxious, nervous, and excited anticipation, my phone rang. At that moment, I realized how pleasant my phone's ringtone was.

I quickly walked to the entrance and saw a yellow Nissan slowly pull up to the side of the road, near the foot massage parlor. I knew it was Yingzi.

I walked to her car and smiled slightly at her. Yingzi rolled down her window. At that moment, my eyes lit up. Yingzi's long hair was styled in an updo, and her delicate eyebrows were as lovely as willow leaves. Her eyes were clear and bright, seemingly always smiling. It was obvious she was wearing makeup; her long eyelashes fluttered with her eyeliner. Her face was fair, and her lips were red but not vulgar. She wore a light yellow wool coat and smiled at me demurely. Looking at Yingzi's smile, I felt my body and mind flutter. After a moment of distraction, I quickly recovered, opened the car door, and got in.

"You're here!" We both uttered those words almost simultaneously, then chuckled to cover our awkwardness.

From then on, we acted like old friends, the initial awkwardness disappearing without a trace.

I led her to a private room, and soon, two technicians began to serve us.

To be honest, the masseuse who served me was a pretty young woman, but throughout the entire foot massage, including the subsequent massage, my heart was with Yingzi. I spoke to her nervously and anxiously, constantly watching her every move. The long foot massage finally ended.

"Sir, the service is finished, please rest!" With that, the two masseuses left the room.

An awkward silence fell over the room again. Yingzi and I sat on our respective foot massage chairs, not saying a word.

"How did it feel? Comfortable after the foot massage?"

"Yes, not bad, thank you for treating me!" Ugh! At that moment, I still didn't know her family owned a bathhouse, and I was showing off my foot massage skills in front of her!

Because the masseuse had simply dried our feet after the service, Yingzi and I were still barefoot. I mustered my courage and said to her, "Let's sit on the bed, cover ourselves with the blanket, don't get cold." Yingzi hesitated for a moment, then blushed and nodded in agreement. Only then did I observe Yingzi closely. She was wearing black leggings and a super short leather skirt.

After getting into bed and pulling the covers over her head, Yingzi shyly sat on the other side of the bed, and I slipped my feet under the covers. In my intentional yet unintentional movement, I gently touched Yingzi's toes. She didn't flinch, but gently rested her feet on mine. At that moment, I felt exactly like a clumsy yet secretly passionate young boy in middle school, experiencing the first stirrings of affection. But I loved this feeling!

(II) Passion Continues, Troubles Appear

Yingzi noticed my embarrassment and chuckled. She teased me, saying, "Are you afraid of me?"

What a joke! How could a man like me let a woman look down on me?

"How could I be afraid of you? I'm afraid of being impolite to a beautiful woman."

"I'm not a beautiful woman, we're already in the same bed."

Perhaps she felt the implication of that sentence was too rich; "sitting in the same bed," Yingzi explained, perhaps emphasizing.

"Does your husband know you came out?" I asked the worst question I could ask. Why bring up her husband at this moment!

Sure enough, when I asked that question, Yingzi lowered her head awkwardly and remained silent. But perhaps afraid I would misunderstand, she still spoke up, saying that her husband was always busy with his career and had no time for her.

Having learned my lesson, I avoided the awkward topic and slowly told Yingzi a few jokes.

"Hahaha, that's so funny! Abbess, please forgive this old monk! The great monk is begging for mercy!"

Sure enough, Yingzi was amused by the adult jokes and laughed heartily, making my heart flutter.

"You're so naughty, you're making my stomach hurt from laughing."

"Really? Let me massage you. My massage skills are no worse than a massage therapist's!"

"Really? But you can't take advantage of me!"

"Hmm, don't worry, we're gentlemen, we'll use both words and hands!"

I slowly moved to Yingzi's side and let her lie on the bed, gently stroking her curvaceous back.

At first, I carefully kneaded and rubbed Yingzi's back, deliberately touching her pert little bottom. Yingzi lay obediently on the bed, letting me do as I pleased. Silence means consent, refusal is subtlety! I don't know which seasoned old wolf's words reminded me. My hand slowly moved towards the peaks of Yingzi's back.

"Ugh, is this a massage?"

"Yeah, the buttocks have the most meridians."

"Liar!"

"If you don't believe me, feel it."

Yingzi's thin leggings and soft leather skirt accurately conveyed the tenderness and fullness of her buttocks to my palm. At this moment, Yingzi's face was flushed, and her breathing became heavier; she was aroused!

"Please don't do this, it hurts!"

"Baby, I love you, I love everything about you." At this moment, I finally found myself no longer embarrassed; the word "baby" came out so naturally.

Silence. Yingzi didn't speak, but looked at me with hazy and light eyes, and softly said, "I'm afraid someone will come in."

"The service here is excellent. The staff won't disturb you unless you call,"

Yingzi said with a charming smile, her body seemingly boneless as she lay on the bed, relieved of her worries. "You bad boy, you did it on purpose!"

I didn't have time to appreciate Yingzi's shyness. I quickly pulled off her short skirt.

Soon, Yingzi was stripped bare, like a smooth little lamb. I parted her legs and climbed on top of her. Yingzi finally shed her embarrassment and shyness, stretching out her arms to wrap around my neck, saying, "Bad boy, slow down."

Yingzi's breasts, like playful little rabbits, shaped like clocks in my hands. She tilted her head back, thrusting her chest forward, trying to forcefully offer her adorable breasts to my hands.

I knelt between Yingzi's legs, my hard penis throbbing painfully from the engorgement, shaking its head, searching for a warm home. Yingzi's legs rubbed restlessly up and down, her soft, white thighs rubbing against my waist.

"Come in, baby, take me..."

Yingzi, her eyes glazed, arched her back repeatedly, drawing closer to my throbbing head. Hearing this, it was like heavenly music. Without any hesitation, I held my penis and thrust it close to Yingzi's lips. Beneath Yingzi's shaggy hair, her lips, like butterfly wings, began to swell and turn red. A trickle of love juice began to flow between her lips. Without any hesitation, I thrust in forcefully!

"Oh, you bad boy, it hurts! Who told you to be so rough?"

Yingzi said shyly, slapping my shoulder. She wasn't fully wet yet, and Yingzi wasn't used to such forceful entry.

"Baby, I'm sorry, you're so beautiful, I couldn't help myself, I felt like swallowing you whole."

"Hehe, who's swallowing whom?" Yingzi said, playfully contracting her lower body, squeezing my penis.

"Baby, can I move now?"

"Hmm, slower, you bad boy, it's so big."

"Hehe, am I bad, or is your penis bad?"

"Both are bad! You've insulted my heart, and she's insulting my cunt!"

I never expected Yingzi to be so bold! Her words made my blood boil.

"So, do you like it? Will I tease you after you wash up?"

"Yes, I like it, I like it when you tease me

hard!" A lover's encouragement and approval are a man's greatest motivation. I no longer held back, thrusting my penis into her buttocks, like a meat thorn piercing into her warm, soft flesh. Yingzi also moaned loudly in response to my thrusts.

"Baby, you're so good, oh, it's coming again."

Yingzi was like a fish out of water, opening her mouth wide and moaning, panting heavily, her face filled with pain and satisfaction, her lower body welcoming my lower body, making our bodies even more tightly united.

"Oh, so beautiful, so beautiful, I haven't felt this good in so long."

"Really? Me too, you're so hot and tight down there, I wish I could go inside you and never come out."

"Mmm, baby, my pussy belongs to you, I want your cock too, okay? Give it to me, don't pull it out."

"Okay, okay, I'll stay inside, let's be conjoined twins, okay? My cock is embedded in your pussy."

With complete relaxation of emotion and lust, Yingzi seemed like a different person, wild and proactive.

The lewd sounds coming from her pussy made her seem even more wanton. However, as she explored her own pussy, her beautiful face was immersed in pleasure. Yet, between her joyful brows, there was also a trace of sadness, as if she couldn't satisfy her rising desires at all. She used even more lewd words to stimulate me!

"Ah...ahhh...ahhh...Yingzi's...husband..., hurry up and fuck...Yingzi's...little cunt...ah...ahhh...ah so...beautiful, harder...Yingzi...want to be...a slut...to be your...slut...let you fuck...Yingzi's...little cunt hard...mmm...mmm...no...don't, ah...ahhh...so...powerful, fuck...ah, fuck...hard...Yingzi is slutty...a...big slutty...cunt...mmm...mmm..."

Sticky love juice slowly dripped from between Yingzi's plump buttocks, and her soft little hands were already wet and mottled, making people feel that this woman was extremely slutty at first glance, and they really wanted to hug her plump buttocks and fuck her hard, fuck this slutty woman to heaven!

With a powerful thrust, Yingzi finally let out a long breath: "I'm here, baby, I'm here, I've come, I'm going to squirt, oh, it feels so good!"

"No...no...baby...let's change positions..." Yingzi was probably really tired.

Upon hearing this, I pulled out my big cock, lay back on the bed, and while stroking my own big cock with my hand, I said to Yingzi, "You sit on top! Let's play woman on top..."

As I spoke, I patted and pinched Yingzi's snow-white buttocks. Her white, fleshy buttocks were already covered in sticky, lustful fluid.

"Ah!...Is that so!...Hmm!..." Yingzi didn't care about anything at this point. Her face flushed, she straddled my body like riding a horse, her legs spread wide and close to my proudly erect cock, kneeling on my lower abdomen. Then Yingzi grasped the large penis with one hand and spread her labia with the other, pressing the thick, fleshy cock against the entrance of her wet, fleshy hole. Her plump buttocks slowly sank in and out, gently swallowing my erect, thick cock into her cunt...

"Ah!... Ah!... So... comfortable... Ah!..." Yingzi cried out ecstatically, arching her back and moving her buttocks up and down, frantically rubbing her breasts with both hands, shaking her head and swaying her hair in excitement, clearly entering a state of ecstasy.

Yingzi's unrestrained and lewd behavior was indeed quite alluring, so much so that I propped up my pillow and watched her passionate performance, her body drenched in sweat.

Yingzi's large breasts swayed up and down and side to side with the movement of her hips, her hands squeezing her erect nipples hard as she screamed wildly...

"Ah!... Oh!... Fuck!... I can't take it anymore!... Ah..."

Yingzi cried out incoherently. The speed of the thrusting increased, and Yingzi, almost frantic, moved her hand to her vulva, which was undergoing violent piston-like movements. She pressed her fingers against her labia, which were turned outwards by the penetration, and rubbed them rapidly and forcefully. Her vaginal fluids were stimulated and flowed out in waves...

Yingzi swayed her plump, white buttocks, and then began another frenzied and violent thrusting...

"Ah!..." Suddenly, Yingzi let out a long, broken cry, her buttocks sank heavily, her legs clamped tightly together, and her vulva gripped my penis tightly...

I felt warm waves of fluid surging on the head of my penis, which was buried deep inside Yingzi's vagina, like waves crashing against rocks, causing a tingling sensation in my penis. A surge of energy suddenly rushed down from my lower abdomen, and my body trembled as if electrocuted. My scrotum went limp... With a whoosh, hot, thick semen gushed out, all of it spraying into Yingzi's vulva...

"Ugh... It's coming... It's coming... It's coming..." Yingzi screamed as the intense semen stimulated her. She suddenly collapsed limply onto the bed. Endless waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, her body succumbing to the intense stimulation. Her mouth gaped open, unable to utter a sound, her whole body still trembling slightly. Her three spring-water orifices gushed forth like a spring…

After ejaculating, I lay on the bed, utterly exhausted, while Yingzi carefully pulled my now limp penis from her vagina. A trickle of mixed fluid slowly flowed from between her lovely little lips. Yingzi,

naked, knelt beside me, taking a wet wipe from her bag and carefully wiping me.

“Baby, I’m so happy, will you be my woman?”

“You bad man, aren’t I your woman now?”

Is there any sweeter phrase in the world?

"Baby, I forgot, I think I ejaculated inside you directly, will I get pregnant?"

"What? Are you afraid I'll blackmail you? If you get pregnant, I'll give birth and my husband will raise the child for you, okay?"

Seeing my embarrassed face, Yingzi stopped teasing me. "I have an IUD, don't worry, you don't need to take responsibility."

At that moment, I especially hated myself. I really felt like a heartless customer who pulled out his penis and left. Yingzi gave me more than just physical satisfaction; she gave me the most beautiful tenderness.

It was at this moment that I secretly made up my mind to treat this kind and charming woman well!

(III) After experiencing twists and turns, I poured out my frustrations

. After packing up, Yingzi and I came out of the foot massage parlor. When we passed through the lobby, I could clearly feel the envy, jealousy, and hatred in the eyes of the waiters. Yingzi, her face flushed, followed behind me and silently got into the car. My car was also next to me, so I went to her car first to spend more time together. Yingzi, her face slightly flushed, told me that her husband came to Jinan from Northeast China and later met some influential people, so he opened a bathhouse. They also owned a card and mahjong parlor, where Yingzi used to be in charge of the mahjong room. As she spoke, Yingzi yawned and asked me hesitantly if I smoked. I didn't pay attention at the time and said I never smoked and disliked the smell of cigarettes. Yingzi was silent for a moment, then awkwardly pointed to the cigarette pack in the storage box. I understood; Yingzi had a smoking habit but didn't want me to be offended, so she didn't say it directly.

Suppressing a hint of disgust and aversion deep inside me, I told Yingzi, "It's okay, honey, you can smoke. It's your personal habit, I won't force you." So Yingzi timidly lit a cigarette. In the wisps of smoke, I clearly sensed the emptiness and loneliness in her distant eyes. She told me that her husband often didn't come home at night, either playing cards with friends or staying at the bathhouse. When Yingzi was eight months pregnant, she went to their bathhouse to pick up some items. Yingzi had her own office key, so she prepared to open the door to retrieve her belongings without informing her husband. However, when she inserted the key into the office's security lock, the door wouldn't open. After some investigation, she realized the door was locked from the inside. A woman's intuition and sensitivity told her something was wrong. So, without disturbing anyone, Yingzi opened the door to the office next door. The two rooms were separated only by a simple plywood partition, offering poor soundproofing, so sounds from the next room reached Yingzi's ears clearly.

"Honey, use more force, yes, just like that."

"You little slut, is my dick hard? You want me to be your husband?"

"Mmm, oh, uh... Honey, honey, will you be my wife? Oh, that's so exciting."

"Okay, you little slut, I'll go back and divorce my pregnant wife, okay?"

"Mmm, honey, honey, I'm your slutty cunt, I'm waiting for you."

This was a bolt from the blue for Yingzi. In her heart, her husband was so tender and caring. But since she became pregnant, he always used the excuse of being busy with business to come home less and less. It turned out that she had become a source of annoyance for him.

Yingzi couldn't bear all this humiliation and hurt. Instead, she vented her frustrations by banging on the office next door, disturbing a couple of lovers.

Afterwards, Yingzi's husband cried bitterly, begging her not to divorce him and to keep their child.

At this point, Yingzi was still crying, her face streaked with tears. I sighed deeply, hugged Yingzi, and understood why she was still chatting on WeChat late at night, and the bittersweet smile she wore on her happiness. After confiding in me, Yingzi seemed much better. Before leaving, she said some comforting words, telling me not to worry, and then she drove home.

That evening, I opened WeChat and started another sweet chat with Yingzi.

"Baby, I've had dinner. What are you doing? Do you miss me?" Yingzi had sent a message half an hour earlier. "Yeah, I do

. Today was so happy, but I didn't get to enjoy it enough." "I

'm sorry, baby, I didn't satisfy you, but I was worried someone might suddenly walk in. I was so worried."

"Hehe, how are you going to make it up to me?"

"Tomorrow? Okay, or when you're not busy, baby. I don't want to affect your work."

"Yeah, if love is meant to last, it doesn't have to be together every day. Missing each other is also a kind of happiness."

"Baby, you speak so sweetly, so happily."

I comforted Yingzi for a long time, and then we said goodnight to each other.

We agreed to meet again in three days, after I finished my work, to comfort Yingzi.

(To be continued)

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