Third Spa Experience

The third massage was in Changsha. Near my arrival, I made an appointment with him to come to my hotel that evening. After a busy day, evening finally arrived, and as the time slowly ticked towards my appointment, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Although I had read many articles about this beforehand, it was still my first time, so it was no wonder I was nervous. (I remember when I was in the countryside near Changsha, I raised a lot of ducks, but they would disappear every evening, and I had to find them in Changsha.) The duck I wanted now wasn't this kind.
A moment later, the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly straightened my clothes to answer it. After confirming it was him, I saw he was incredibly tall, with a very robust build. I didn't dare look any longer and quickly lowered my head, returning to the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I didn't know what to say. He took the initiative to speak to me, and I don't remember what we talked about, just polite small talk. After a while, he told me to go take a shower.
I was incredibly nervous when I went into the bathroom. I quickly took a shower and came out! He looked at me and laughed, saying, "Why are you still wearing clothes? Just wrap yourself in a towel!" I didn't say anything at the time. He went to the bathroom, got a large towel, and spread it out... I lay down on the bed, burying my head in the pillow, my mind blank. I could only hear him getting something, something like a glass bottle, probably essential oils. After a while, it seemed he was done preparing. He came 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, 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 naked. The room was very quiet; I could almost hear my own heartbeat. He probably realized this too, and turned on the TV. Finally, there was some sound in the room, and I relaxed a bit.
After lying down, I watched him skillfully pour three kinds of oil into a large dish, swirling it around until it turned a pale white color. It smelled very nice. I asked him what brand of essential oils they were, and he said they were from Hong Kong, but I couldn't remember the brand now. Because my heart was pounding so hard, I had a strong urge to run away. After the masseur prepared the oil, he asked me where I wanted to start. I closed my eyes and said it was my first time and I didn't know the rules. He chuckled and gently told me that the spa was a full-body treatment, but assured me he was the most highly rated masseur of the month. I thought to myself, whatever you say, I'm here anyway. At worst, I'll just yell at him and leave. Then he asked me to take off my robe, perhaps sensing my unease. I was shy, so I only took off the outer robe, still wearing a tube top underneath. I lay face down on the bed. He smiled and told me that this wouldn't be effective, it wouldn't achieve the full-body treatment. I couldn't exactly stand naked in front of a guy, so I ignored him and remained lying there.
The masseur put his hands in the dish, coated them with oil, and gently poured the oil onto my lower back. It felt very cool; on such a hot day, it was so refreshing. I sighed. Then his hands slowly moved across my lower back, back and forth, using very careful pressure, occasionally asking if the pressure was enough. Perhaps because I couldn't let go of my worries, I didn't feel anything at first, thinking this spa treatment was a waste. After about ten minutes, the effects of the essential oils started to kick in, and I slowly felt a warm sensation in my lower back, which felt very comfortable. At this point, the man asked me if I was worried about getting my strapless top dirty. I was lying there comfortably and didn't think much of it, so I said, "Whatever, it's fine." Then his hands avoided the strapless top on my back and moved to my neck. I didn't expect the feeling to be so amazing; suddenly, I felt incredibly comfortable. His technique was truly excellent; he gently applied the essential oil around my neck, slowly moving it to my underarms, one back and forth at a time, very lightly. I felt very comfortable, and without realizing it, my body warmed up, and the strapless top on my back became damp. He asked me if I was hot. How could I say I wasn't? I was sweating, but it wasn't from the hot weather; it was from his technique, especially those few movements he made under my armpits. I felt like I was being electrocuted, and I went limp, unconsciously breathing heavily. The sound wasn't loud, but it was quite noticeable in the quiet room.
Then he asked me again, "Shall I take off your strapless top?" I didn't answer. I wanted him to help me take it off, but I was shy and afraid of embarrassing myself. Seeing that I didn't speak, he continued to massage my back. This time, however, he put his hands inside my clothes and slowly rotated them in the center of my back. I really liked that feeling; it was very comfortable. After about five or six minutes, I suddenly decided to take off my strapless top. His hands slowly moved towards my chest, very slowly. Oh my god, I felt that joyful comfort for the first time. I hummed softly. He smiled and asked me again, "Do you want to take it off?" I thought to myself, "Even my back feels so good, so..." But I didn't dare to say anything and just nodded. Then he slowly pulled my strapless top up, probably afraid that I wouldn't be used to it, so he only pulled it up to my neck, which was enough to expose my upper body.
He then increased the speed of his push, his hands sometimes moving towards my waist, sometimes sliding down to my chest. That feeling made me understand what ecstasy was. He had been standing next to the spa bed the whole time, but then he stepped onto the bed and gently sat a little behind my buttocks, his hands moving up and down my ribs. I was so weak that I couldn't speak, I could only breathe heavily, but I was inexplicably wondering if Xiaoya was experiencing the same thing. About ten minutes later, he started massaging the oil from my feet, slowly, little by little, upwards to my thighs, then downwards, repeating this for about five minutes. During those five minutes, I was beyond just panting; I unconsciously moaned. He seemed encouraged, becoming more and more vigorous. Suddenly, his hand changed direction—oh my god, the inside of my thighs! Nothing is more sensitive than this. I was lost in the tingling sensation, letting him slowly apply his techniques, very lightly, very slowly, very gently, occasionally touching my genitals. Each touch felt like an electric shock, making me let out a soft moan.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt a cool sensation on my buttocks. I realized he had pulled down my pants without my consent. Ugh, my entire buttocks were exposed to his gaze. I buried my face shyly in the soft pillow, letting him gradually take my sensations to the clouds. I even felt him deliberately touching my genitals, but I didn't want to expose him because I loved that feeling so much. He even encouraged me to spread my legs, maybe sixty degrees, maybe more, I don't know. All I knew was that my genitals were getting wet, so wet that drops of fluid were sliding down. He teasingly focused his movements on my inner thighs, repeatedly running his thumb across my genitals. I started moaning in my sleep, increasingly hoping he would turn me over. As if reading my mind, he softly asked if I could turn over. I nodded, buried in the pillow.
He gently turned me around and removed the strapless bra that reached my neck, leaving me completely naked in front of him. I moaned and closed my eyes, afraid to see his face. He breathed softly and began to focus on his movements. He first poured essential oil on my breasts, then slowly spread it across my upper body with his hands. Each movement sent a slight shiver through me; it wasn't just pleasurable, it was visibly stimulating, a stimulation that made me want to be touched. My breasts involuntarily hardened and became engorged. I knew he must have felt it. His movements were now focused on my breasts, his palms kneading them with slight pressure. I breathed heavily, the intense stimulation making me tremble uncontrollably. I bit my lip hard, afraid I would cry out. But in fact, I was already quite loud, my breathing was so heavy, it was so embarrassing. I clearly felt him release one hand, scoop up some essential oil, and slowly pour it over my lower abdomen and thighs. I knew then that the moment I felt both anticipation and fear had arrived. After turning around, I kept my thighs tightly pressed together, because I'm small, and apart from my pubic hair, he couldn't see my genitals. He used his hands to spread my thighs apart, slowly but firmly. My willpower had already almost completely given up, and I had no strength left to hold my legs together. Slowly, my thighs were parted, revealing my genitals. I felt my mouth open, involuntarily twitching. He suddenly put his mouth to my ear and said, "Your body is so beautiful, even your mouth is so perfect." My God, I've been with my boyfriend for over two years, and I've gotten a lot of pleasure from him, but none of that pleasure was as intense as that soft breath he exhaled. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip. His left hand had already applied oil to my lower abdomen, while his right hand slowly moved upwards along the inside of my thigh. These two intense sensations caused me to suddenly cry out. I no longer had time to hide my composure, and I began to moan. His hand finally touched my genitals, slowly sliding over my vulva. My vulva, already shamelessly exposed, stood erect between his fingers—the most sensitive spot. I barely had time to catch my breath before he brought me to arousal. I had endured this stimulation for too long, and finally, I released. My vulva trembled violently. He didn't stop; one hand repeatedly rubbed up and down my vulva, while the other teased the center. Luckily, it was covered in oil, otherwise, I would have been incredibly wet. Before my mouth had even finished, I was taken to another realm, a feeling difficult to describe. I had experienced sex before, but this was the first time I had felt such a strange and extremely stimulating pleasure!
His hands began to move faster, his entire palm rubbing my mouth rapidly, while the fingers of his other hand circled and rotated around my mouth. My whole body trembled, and I gasped for breath, uttering words I couldn't understand. After five or six minutes, I suddenly tensed up and cried out loudly. He had taken me to a second mouth. I was weak and powerless. At this point, I wouldn't resist anything he did to me. Being taken to two mouths in quick succession, I realized for the first time how thoroughly pleasurable it could be, like a volcanic eruption. His hands slowly relaxed, and he gently kissed my mouth. I groaned as if electrocuted. He licked my mouth with his tongue. I couldn't take the stimulation anymore, but my body was weak and powerless. I could only gasp for breath. He suddenly asked me if I wanted the real feeling. I shook my head weakly. My last line of defense: I could have sex, I could be naked in front of another boy, but I couldn't do this. He smiled and told me that the rules here didn't allow sexual relations with guests; he meant the vibrator. I shook my head frantically, almost screaming, "I mean the vibrator!" I shook my head frantically, almost screaming, "I've already had oral sex twice!"
He turned up the vibration and slowly moved in and out of me, one hand constantly covering my mouth. What could I do in this situation? Soon, my whole body started trembling again. I knew that tonight my oral sex was destined to come faster and faster. Maybe he hadn't had any experience with men and women? I could feel his hand moving in and out forcefully, but I didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, I hoped he would use more force and speed up. My legs started moving wildly, and my screams grew louder and louder. He suddenly sped up, bringing out the fluid from my anus. I felt there must have been a lot; I heard the sound of water splashing. Under his movements, I collapsed in less than three minutes. I had oral sex again. This time, along with the oral sex came my urine; I wet the bed. I couldn't control my feelings.

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