Spa Romance

Before the Qingming Festival, a female friend from work invited me to dinner. During the meal, one of her close friends called and asked if we could join her. After asking my opinion, my friend invited her along. The friend was a curvy beauty named Yao. After introductions, we sat down. During our casual conversation, my friend mentioned that she was under a lot of pressure lately, working overtime every day, and her whole body ached. I jokingly said that I knew traditional Chinese massage and offered to give her a massage. She said, "Try it." So I stood up and gave her a shoulder massage at the table. My friend said it felt pretty good. I teased them, saying that I had studied massage and knew all kinds of techniques, including spa. My friend laughed and said I was bragging… After that, the conversation was very pleasant, and we exchanged WeChat contacts. After dinner around 9 pm, we all went home. Just as I was getting home, I received a WeChat message from Yao: "You really know how to massage! Are you bragging?" I replied, "Whether I'm bragging or not, you'll only know after trying it." Yao said, "Let's give it a try. I've been so busy lately, I'm completely exhausted." I asked if I should invite my friend, but she said no, we should go to her rented apartment... The beautiful woman was waiting for me at the entrance of the complex, and we went into her room together. It was a clean-looking studio apartment. I asked how the massage would be done, and she said we could do it while watching TV in the living room. So she grabbed a pillow and climbed onto the sofa. The massage lasted about 20 minutes, mainly on her shoulders, back, and waist. The woman said it felt great and that I could rest for a bit. She got up and peeled an apple for me. We chatted for a while, and when we talked about spas, she asked me what a spa was all about. I gave her a brief explanation, of course, the healthier kind. I asked if she wanted to try it, and she said yes. I suggested she take a shower, but she said she was a little scared. I told her I'd do whatever you told her to do, and she hesitated before grabbing her clothes and going into the bathroom. I watched TV for a while, not thinking much of it, after all, she was my friend's best friend. About 20 minutes later, the beautiful woman came out of the shower, wearing a pink nightgown. Her wet hair was quite cute. She asked me where I wanted the massage, and I said it couldn't be in the living room, it was too cold. So she went into the bedroom, turned on the air conditioner, and climbed onto the bed. I said that wouldn't work, the oil would get the bed dirty, and suggested she find two sheets, fold them in half, and put them on the bed frame. Then another problem arose: there was no oil. I asked her if she had any body oil, and she said yes. After finding the oil, another problem arose: I hadn't brought any pajamas. She smiled and found me a pair of men's plaid shorts that she wore in the summer, saying I should wash them too, as she was worried about getting her bed dirty. Reluctantly, I just took a quick shower and put on the shorts she gave me, wearing my thermal underwear on top. She was lying on the bed watching TV, and when she saw me come in, she changed to a crawling position. I said, "Let me take off your nightgown," and she said, "You're so annoying." I said, "Let's go all out," and took off her nightgown. The beautiful woman wasn't wearing a bra; her skin was fair and delicate. Even though she was lying face down, I could tell from the side that her breasts were of medium size. She was wearing white briefs with cartoon patterns. The massage started with her shoulders, and I used only a small amount of oil each time, afraid of spilling it on her bed. When massaging her back, because it was difficult to get a good grip while sitting sideways, I straddled her body, kneeling on either side of her, almost like sitting on her buttocks. The woman was startled and turned around to ask what I was doing. I said nothing, just the standard massage posture. Seeing that I was properly dressed and not completely sitting on her, she said "You're annoying!" and then stopped. I told her not to be nervous, just treat me like a professional masseur, and to relax to enjoy the massage. She said, "Who knows if you're a professional?" I smiled and said, "If you feel uncomfortable during the next massage, just say so and I'll stop." She said okay. Next was her back and waist. When massaging her waist, I could clearly feel that she was very comfortable. I asked her how it was, and she actually said I was half a professional. This girl isn't shy at all. After the massage, I mentioned that pressing the oil down would stain her underwear. She told me to be careful, and I laughed, saying I was afraid she'd make me wash it if it got dirty. I suggested she take it off, but she refused. I said, "Professional spas always involve taking your underwear off." She said I was just kidding, but I insisted. She told me to turn off the light and turn on the bedside lamp. I said, "You're quite romantic!" She scolded me for being annoying. After I turned off the light, I helped her take off her shorts, revealing a round, plump buttock in front of me. Although the light was dim, I could still see the pubic hair. Suddenly, I felt something in my lower body and got an erection instantly. The woman seemed a little nervous, her body felt stiff and slightly hot. I told her to relax and started massaging her feet. She said she was afraid of being tickled if I didn't massage her feet, so I slowly massaged her from her calves up to her buttocks, going up and down several times. Each time I reached her buttocks, she tensed up. Neither of us spoke. My hands lingered on her buttocks longer, slowly approaching her anus, pushing repeatedly from the inside out and from the outside in. After a few strokes, I moved to her thighs. When I gently parted her legs, I could clearly feel her resistance. My hands pushed upwards, each time getting a little closer to her groin, and a few times I touched her pubic hair. The woman's body was quite hot, and her breathing was a little rapid. I then moved my hand from the outside of her thighs upwards to her buttocks, then downwards past her anus to her inner thighs, repeating this several times. Each time, I moved closer to her anus, and a few times I lightly touched it. The woman trembled slightly. On the last touch, my hand was near her anus. I poured some oil on it and gently moved it up and down along her buttocks, gradually increasing the pressure. The woman didn't speak, but her breathing quickened, and she squeezed her legs together. After about a dozen touches, I moved my hand down to her groin and rubbed her thighs back and forth with both hands. This time, my hands were close to her pubic hair, and I could occasionally lightly touch her soft labia. I could clearly feel that they were wet. The woman's breathing became rapid, but she didn't speak. After I massaged each leg like this for a while, I said it was time to massage the front. The woman gave a soft "hmm." I helped her turn over. The woman's face was flushed, her eyes were closed, and her hands were covering her chest. I smiled and said, "Don't be nervous." I pulled her hands down, and then the woman said, "Let me massage your stomach." I said, "Okay." She said, "Don't pour any more oil." So I started massaging her stomach. Yao was a voluptuous but not fat beauty, with a slightly protruding belly and neatly arranged, beautiful inverted triangle pubic hair. After massaging her belly for a while, I said, "Let's massage her legs." She said yes, so I placed my hands directly on her thighs and gently parted them slightly. I gently moved my hands up and down her thighs, and each time I reached the groin, she would close her legs tightly before opening them again, her breathing becoming rapid. I deliberately lingered a little longer at the groin, intentionally touching her soft private parts. Her face flushed red, and she suddenly whispered, "Let's massage her back instead." I said, "Turn over, and I'll massage your back." I gently touched her genitals, and she gently touched them. The lesson was incomplete, and the students were filled with various distractions and distractions. They were like a group of people, their minds filled with thoughts and feelings, their emotions swirling and disoriented. 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