Massage 15

With everything prepared, I went to the bedside and turned her over so she could hide her face and her large breasts without the blanket. I thought this would greatly enhance her sense of security. I stroked her head, telling her to relax, just like she always did when she comforted me. She didn't speak, so I placed my hand on her waist and slowly pushed up her tank top, saying, "Take it off, it'll feel better." She still didn't speak, but she responded by slightly lifting her body. I took off her tank top and unhooked her pink bra, leaving her upper body completely naked. The room was quiet now, but her heart was pounding loudly. To ease her tension, I turned on the TV, and the room finally had some sound, which helped her relax a little.
I moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed. I continued to stroke her hair and tell her to relax. She took a deep breath, and then I dripped rose-scented essential oil onto her back. I then began to stroke her back back, and she could clearly feel me applying the oil. I repeated this several times until her back was completely lubricated. Then, I used my two large hands to massage her back.
Her body was small, so my two hands completely covered her back. Since it was my first time giving a massage to a woman, I wasn't sure of the right pressure, so I asked her if it hurt. She said it was okay. I continued massaging up and down for a while, then started massaging her shoulders, along the trapezius muscles, sometimes pushing, sometimes shaking, sometimes kneading. I felt she was very comfortable; her body was slowly relaxing. Every time she did this, my shoulders felt particularly relaxed and comfortable.
After massaging her trapezius muscles, I massaged both sides of her spine, then her waist, repeating this back and forth. My massage was quite vigorous, using up a lot of essential oil, but it must have felt very good. I could feel her body stretching, sometimes tensing up – that must have been because I was touching a sensitive spot or nerve. Then I started making large circles on her back, pushing from her shoulders to her waist, then up her sides to her armpits. My fingertips would brush against the edge of her breasts. I continued circling, moving my hands a little lower with each circle. I could feel her heartbeat quickening, because my hands were about to touch her nipples.
She didn't resist or reject me; instead, she slightly raised her upper body, hoping to make it easier for my hands to reach her nipples. I secretly played a trick; just as I was about to touch her nipples, I withdrew my hands and moved them down to her feet. Her body slumped slightly; I could feel a slight disappointment in her heart. That was the disappointment of a woman's unfulfilled desires. I wanted to whet her appetite, not satisfy her so quickly. Sometimes delayed gratification is more stimulating, like the saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder"—the principle is the same.
I then started massaging her legs, first putting a few drops of essential oil on the back of her calves and beginning to massage them, also giving her a few foot massages. After massaging her calves for a while, I started massaging her thighs.
Because she was still wearing underwear, I was extra careful when massaging the oil, afraid of soiling her cute pink underwear. I started from the outside of her thighs, massaging back and forth, then slowly moving inwards, gradually expanding the area of my assault, continuing to move towards the inner part of her thighs. I could feel her heart starting to tense up again, as if she was expecting something. My hands slowly moved to the inside of her thighs, starting to massage behind her knees, all the way down to the groin. She suddenly held her breath, her legs straightening, and I could feel the hairs on her body standing on end.
So, I slowly pushed back and forth. Every time I got close to her groin, she would hold her breath and straighten her legs. At that moment, my hand would suddenly tremble at the base of her thighs. The stimulation was subtle; every time she massaged me like this, I felt like I was being electrocuted. After trembling for a while, she started sweating. I then used my fingertips to tease her inner thighs, making her legs feel itchy, both comfortable and uncomfortable.
Just as she was getting used to it, I pretended to unconsciously tease her pubic area through her underwear. I felt her whole body go weak, and she subconsciously tightened her legs. I continued pushing back and forth on my inner thighs, and her legs slowly parted a little more, gradually surrendering, as if beckoning me to be bolder, even bolder, and to directly touch the softness beneath her underwear.
I felt the time was right. I pressed two fingers against her wetness through her inner thighs, and as her legs tensed, I massaged her genitals through her panties with my thumb, slowly, gently, repeatedly. I felt her lower body gradually becoming wet.
She touched my hand, then her panties, indicating that I should remove them. I slowly and gently pulled them off, like unwrapping a precious gift. By then, she was completely naked, lying face down on the bed. I turned off one bedside lamp and the main light, and a strange feeling began to stir within me. I glanced at her husband out of the corner of my eye at the window; he had already taken off his pants and was fiddling with his penis.
Next, I started massaging her buttocks. I sat on the bed, placed her legs on top of mine, applied essential oil to her round, fleshy buttocks, and began massaging. The moment my touch touched her skin, she instinctively tensed up. I gently touched her buttocks, telling her to relax, and even mimicked her voice, saying, "Don't be tense; tense muscles aren't good for a massage."
I started chatting with her to distract her, saying her skin was nice, neither dry nor oily, and that her buttocks were shapely, perky, smooth, and soft. While chatting, I massaged her, sometimes pushing, sometimes pinching, sometimes shaking. Gradually, she relaxed a lot. That's how oil massage works; like the art of martial arts, it has its tension and relaxation. You can't be completely tense, nor can it be completely dull and devoid of surprise. It's the repeated experience of this stimulation that makes it comfortable.
Just as she relaxed, I dripped a few drops of essential oil into the groove between her buttocks and slowly slid my fingers down to her hindquarters, gently massaging. She held her breath again. After a while, I started sliding down again, almost touching her genitals, but I suddenly stopped. Yes, you can never forget delayed gratification. This was repeated several times. I could feel her getting impatient; she trembled her hips, as if telling me how much she wanted me to touch her private parts.
Then I slid my fingers up her inner thighs, stroking her pubic hair, instead of stimulating her genitals. She gently swayed her hips, indicating that I should slide down, so my fingers slid all the way to her genitals and gently rested there.
This time, there was no underwear between us, and she could feel my warm fingers. We were both getting increasingly aroused. I paused for a moment and then gently massaged her labia, my movements incredibly light. After a while, I blew warm breath onto her vulva. At that point, she was already leaking more and more fluid. I slowly inserted my finger, very slowly, afraid of hurting her.
After a while, my finger was all the way in. I kept it still inside, and she seemed impatient, seeing I didn't understand, and slowly began to move on its own. My finger started to tremble, in waves, like a pulse massager I bought. The tremors gradually increased in intensity, and the intervals between them became shorter. At first, she tried to suppress any sound, but then she couldn't hold back any longer and let out a soft moan. That one sound suddenly awakened me. My trembling became more and more intense, her moans grew louder, and she became increasingly wet.
Then I withdrew my fingers, and when I reinserted them, I added another. She felt a swelling down there, but my fingers didn't feel rough at all, no chafing. My two fingers trembled, rotated, and twitched inside her. I gently pressed my other hand on her clitoris, and her body suddenly stiffened, as if she stopped breathing. Then she gasped for breath. After what seemed like an eternity, her lower body spasmed, and she experienced her first orgasm.
She gripped my leg tightly, signaling me to stop. I pulled my hand away and teased her genitals, watching her breathing gradually calm down before starting the second round. Having experienced the first round, she was much more comfortable in the second, no longer tense, and tried her best to cooperate. I slightly raised her buttocks to facilitate my hand movements. The second round seemed even more intense than the first; her lower body felt like it was being electrocuted, and her second orgasm arrived. She was completely unashamed now, crying out loudly, enjoying the climax, lying motionless on the bed like she was dying.
I got out of bed to wash my hands in the bathroom. When I returned, I gently whispered in her ear, "Was that good?" She nodded. I told her to turn around, and with my help, she turned. I smoothed her hair and touched her neck, feeling that we were no longer customer and masseur, but rather a man who knew her well admiring her beautiful body.
I put some essential oil on her breasts and started massaging it in circles around her nipples. She half-closed her eyes, avoiding my gaze, but I noticed she was secretly observing me. I massaged her breasts very carefully. Her breasts were large, soft, and beautiful; I wished I could have them forever, possessing those perfect breasts.
I immediately started using what I'd learned from articles about the benefits of essential oils online, praising her beautiful, perfect breast shape and explaining that massaging the breasts with oil could improve many problems, such as sagging, outward expansion, and even the color of the areola. As I spoke, she smiled in my arms, and the awkward atmosphere instantly disappeared. However, I still diligently gave her the full breast massage, lifting her breasts and so on.
I massaged her for a while longer, and then, when she wasn't looking, I touched her nipple again. Goosebumps immediately rose around her breasts. After a while, I gently pressed her nipples with my fingers. I told her to close her eyes and slowly enjoy it. I massaged for a bit, then my fingers started to tremble slightly. Her nipples hardened quickly from the stimulation of my fingers.
I gently pinched and flicked them, as if playing with something. When she wasn't looking, I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, like a child nursing. I then stuck out my tongue and flicked it back and forth with the tip. Her breathing became rapid again.
I circled her nipples with my tongue, and she couldn't resist anymore. She hugged my head and gently stroked me. I slowly moved to her abdomen, moving my tongue back and forth there. She shook her head, saying it tickled.
I started massaging her abdomen, putting some oil on it and beginning the massage. After a while, I got up and turned off all the lights, leaving the room dark except for the faint light from the television. I told her to close her eyes and wait quietly. I got back on the bed, propping her thighs up with my legs. I put some essential oil on her legs and started massaging back and forth. The room was quiet, and the television wasn't very loud. She lay there quietly, and my hands skillfully massaged her legs, moving from her calves to her thighs, then moving up a bit more.
The room was dark, and I massaged vigorously, eventually reaching her groin. This time, her reaction wasn't as strong, since we'd already done it before. So, I changed my technique to make it feel different from when I massaged her from behind. After a while, one of my hands started massaging her lower abdomen, a particularly sensitive area for women. Each time I pressed, she felt a spasm. Suddenly, one of my hands pressed against her labia, gently rubbing them. I massaged with both hands simultaneously, one after the other. I slowly slipped my hand inside, this time using two fingers at a time. Because she was so wet, it went in easily. I pressed my other hand against her lower abdomen and used my thumb to press against her clitoris. This time it seemed even more intense; she was going wild, gripping my legs tightly and swaying her body. She climaxed in no time, the orgasm coming so quickly that even I found it unbelievable. Just
as I was about to finish with some soothing gestures, she grabbed me impatiently. I still had some essential oil on my hand. She knelt on the bed, gently sucking on my nipple, then turned and pinned me down. She straddled me, pulling my oil-covered hand to her soft, round breasts, then quickly lowered her hips until she touched my already erect penis, the oil and her own fluids gently enveloping me. I asked if she wanted a condom, and she leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I have an IUD."
I glanced at her husband at the window; he nodded.

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