An experience of giving a SPA treatment to a couple of opposite sexes

This is a true story from last summer vacation. I don't have many experiences like this, and I rarely write about them. I didn't expect the couple I met to write about it and send it to me, so I'm reposting it here. Please bear with me and take a look.
Actually, it was the other party's wife who wrote her feelings.
A moment later, the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly straightened my clothes and went to open the door. After confirming that I was looking, I opened it and saw a typical Southerner standing before me. He wasn't tall or particularly strong, but he had delicate features and a friendly smile. I didn't dare look any longer and quickly lowered my head and went back inside. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I didn't know what to say. He took the initiative to speak to me. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was polite small talk. After a while, he said to me, "Go take a shower." I was incredibly nervous after going into the bathroom. I quickly took a shower and came out. He looked at me and laughed, saying, "Why are you still dressed? Just wrap yourself in a towel." I didn't say anything at the time. He went to the bathroom and got a large towel, spread it on the bed, and I lay down on it. I buried my head in the pillow, my mind blank. I could only hear him getting something, something like a glass bottle, which I guessed was essential oil. After a while, it seemed the preparations were complete. He walked to the bedside, patted my head, and told me to relax. I didn't say anything, but I felt him put his hand on my waist and slowly push up my tank top, saying, "Take it off, it'll feel better." I didn't say anything either, just slightly raised my body, and he took off my tank top. I hadn't worn a bra after showering, so my upper body was completely exposed. The room was very quiet; I could almost hear my own heartbeat. He probably realized this too, so he turned on the TV, and finally there was some sound in the room, which made me relax a bit. He moved a stool over, sat on the edge of the bed, patted my hair, and said, "Relax." I took a deep breath and suddenly felt a slight coolness, like something dripping onto my back. Then he started stroking my back with his hands. I knew he was applying essential oil to my back. After repeating this a few times, I felt his two large hands massaging the oil back and forth on my back. My body is small, so his two large hands completely covered my breasts, and it felt so good. He asked if it hurt, and I said it was okay. He kept pushing up and down, and after a while, he started pushing on my shoulders on both sides of my neck. He said the trapezius muscles are the most overworked muscles, so he would push, shake, and knead them. After all that, my shoulders felt much lighter. Then he pushed on both sides of my spine, and then massaged my waist, which felt really comfortable. I was happy with my decision. Then he started making big circles on my back, pushing from my shoulders to my waist, and then from my waist up to my armpits. I felt like his fingertips were touching the edge of my breasts. He kept going in circles. With each circle, his hand moved a little lower down. I started to get nervous again, feeling like his hand was about to touch my breasts. I couldn't help but feel excited. I slightly raised my upper body, hoping to make it easier for his hand to touch me. Just as he was about to touch my breasts, he pulled his hand away and walked to my feet. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He started massaging my legs. He first put some essential oil on the back of my calves and started massaging them, also giving me a few foot massages. After massaging my calves for a while, he started massaging my thighs. Since I was still wearing underwear, he seemed quite careful, probably afraid of soiling it. He started from the outside of my thighs, massaging back and forth, then slowly moved inwards. After a while, I felt his hand reach the inner part of my thighs, and I started to tense up. His hand slowly moved to the inner thigh, and he started massaging behind my knee, all the way down to the groin. I held my breath, feeling the hairs on my body standing on end. He continued to massage slowly back and forth, and every time he got close to the groin, I felt a little suffocated. Suddenly, his hand started shaking at the groin of my thigh, and I felt like I was being electrocuted. After shaking like that for a while, I started sweating. He then started to tease my inner thighs with his fingertips, making my legs feel itchy, both comfortable and uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt his fingertips unconsciously brush against my genitals through my underwear. A wave of tingling sensation washed over me, and I instinctively tightened my legs. He then pushed back and forth along the inside of my thighs, slowly parting my legs a little more. I began to long for him to touch my genitals. Suddenly, I felt two of his fingers press against my vulva. I felt a little breathless. He began massaging my labia with his thumb through my underwear, slowly and gently—it felt so good. I felt myself slowly becoming wet. Then I tried to take off my underwear, and as if he knew what I was thinking, he helped me remove it. His movements were so slow, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. Now I was completely naked, lying face down on the bed. He dimmed the lights, and a strange feeling began to stir within me. He started massaging my buttocks. He sat on the bed, placed my legs on his, applied essential oil to my buttocks, and began massaging. The moment his touch touched my skin, I instinctively tensed up. He gently touched my buttocks and told me to relax. But how could I relax? He started chatting with me, saying my skin was pretty good, neither dry nor oily, and that my buttocks were nicely shaped, very perky. I was secretly pleased; my figure was what I was most satisfied with. While we chatted, he massaged me, sometimes pushing, sometimes pinching, sometimes shaking. It felt so comfortable, and my mood gradually relaxed. 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Having experienced the first round, I was much more comfortable in the second round, no longer tense, and tried my best to cooperate, slightly raising my buttocks to facilitate his hand movements. The second round seemed even more intense than the first; my lower body felt like it was being electrocuted. I really don't know how he developed such powerful hands. And so, the second climax arrived. I was completely free of shyness this time, shouting loudly as I savored the experience. I felt utterly exhausted. After resting for a while, a third climax came, seemingly even stronger than before. I had never experienced three climaxes in a row. I lay motionless on the bed, feeling as if I had passed out.

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