Massage 2

In her studio, there were all sorts of instruments: bamboo cupping tubes, long acupuncture needles, and gua sha boards—she told me hers were made of jade.
Inside, there was a reclining chair and a small, prone bed—
the kind commonly found in massage parlors, with a hole at the head of the bed so you could place your face in it when lying face down.
She briefly examined my stiff neck and gently massaged it a few times; it felt very comfortable.
Then she told me about her treatment prices: head and neck massage for 50 yuan for half an hour, gua sha for 50 yuan a session, and cupping for 30 yuan a session.
However, she also had a full-body package—head and neck massage plus cupping and gua sha—for 100 yuan, saving me 30 yuan.
She also recommended her membership card, offering a 200 yuan bonus for a 1000 yuan top-up. I'm not one to easily buy memberships,
mainly because I dislike the hassle and restrictions, so I opted for the full-body package and decided against getting a card.
Then, she had me lie face down on the small bed and started giving me a neck massage. She was
n't
a talkative person; while I was getting the massage, I was the one trying to keep her entertained, basically asking questions and she answering.
It was really hot in the summer, and because we couldn't have the air conditioning on during the massage, only a fan was running. I could clearly feel her sweating profusely from the massage.
I asked her about her techniques, who she learned from, and other standard questions.
She answered whatever came to mind, but her massage was really effective; I felt my stiff neck ease a lot with each massage.
After finishing my neck massage, she told me to take off my shirt but not to take off my pants.
Since her husband was home, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
She suddenly smiled at me and said, "If you don't take off your clothes, I'll give you a gua sha treatment."
Seeing my embarrassment, she even helped me take them off, making me even more embarrassed.
In the end, I took off my shirt, loosened my belt, and unzipped and unbuttoned my pants.
Then I lay back down on the small bed, and she started to do gua sha for me. It didn't hurt at first, but it gradually started to hurt, and my back felt incredibly hot, like it was on fire.
Gradually, I couldn't bear it anymore; the pain was unbearable, so I quickly told her to stop.
She probably noticed that I couldn't stand the pain of gua sha, so she stopped for a moment.
She said, "Look at you, such a big man, why are you afraid of pain?"
I said, "I don't do gua sha often, maybe I'm not used to it."
She said, "But you have a lot of dampness and toxins in your back, your body is very damp, it's not good for your health if you don't treat it."
I said, "I can't stand it either."
She said, "Then I'll do an essential oil back massage for you."
I said, "What's an essential oil back massage?"
She said, "It's also a way to remove dampness, but it's gentler than gua sha, although it's a bit more expensive."
I said, "Then I'll stick with the essential oil, I really can't stand gua sha."
She told me to lie down again, and took some essential oil from the corner of the room. It smelled very nice. She first put the essential oil in her palm, rubbed it, and then, using the residual heat of her palm, pushed it onto my back.
She massaged me little by little, from the center outwards. The essential oil was very lubricating, and her hands followed the oil, moving up and down, back and forth, on my back—it felt incredibly comfortable.
Massage is truly physically demanding; I could hear her breathing heavily through her nose, sometimes very close to my ear. A woman's breathing can sometimes be an aphrodisiac for a man.
My penis involuntarily hardened; the feeling was truly subtle.
Today, I wasn't in a public bathhouse. Public bathhouses are full of alluring women with all sorts of seductive techniques.
I remember once going to a bathhouse with a friend, showering, and resting in a private room. I ordered a regular massage
—the most basic kind. At the end, the masseuse had me sit up, then raised the massage table near my head, and then reclined at an angle, letting my head fall back.
Finally, her hands naturally landed on her legs, and my head naturally rested on her chest.
She said she'd give me a head massage, and then used her hands to knead my ears in various ways, intentionally or unintentionally blowing air into them when her mouth was close to my ear.
Finally, her hands reached around to my chest, directly teasing my nipples, igniting my desire instantly. She
then asked if I wanted to extend the session, to masturbate, because I couldn't take it anymore.
I could only surrender under the stimulation of her essential oils and hands.
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Back to her.
Her massage was very comfortable; although my back was still hot, it was noticeably better, and I felt I was sweating a lot.
As time went on, her hands moved lower and lower, stopping near my waist. She told me to arch my back a little, and then pulled down my pants and underwear simultaneously.
She didn't completely remove them, but I could clearly feel that half of my buttocks were exposed, and I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
I glanced up at her, but she didn't seem to care, continuing the essential oil back massage.
When her hands touched my buttocks, I immediately clenched my buttocks.
I could feel my muscles tensing up. She laughed, saying my buttocks were quite perky, telling me not to be nervous, to relax, and jokingly asking if I was still a virgin.
I was genuinely embarrassed, but I couldn't stay tense forever. I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and relaxed my muscles.
She continued massaging me, and when her fingers traced my groin, it felt incredibly itchy, but also incredibly comfortable. I even considered getting a membership card with her.
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Just as my mind was wandering, someone knocked on the door, and her husband came in, handing me a cup of hot water. I was quite embarrassed because my pants weren't fully pulled up;
my buttocks were still half exposed. But her husband didn't seem surprised; perhaps to them, it was just a very ordinary treatment procedure.
After handing over the water, her husband left, and the door closed.
Only after the door closed did my emotions calm down. I was terrified that her husband might set me up, take pictures, beat me up, and then demand money.
Maybe I was being overly cautious, or maybe I was being suspicious, but my heart was still pounding for a long time.
Because of this incident, all my evil thoughts vanished instantly, and the little tent below disappeared as well.
The aromatherapy back massage was nearing its end, followed by cupping. After the cups were applied, she left.
I closed my eyes to rest for a while. When she came back in, she had changed her clothes; her previous outfit was soaked with sweat. It's not easy for them in this line of work.
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I put my clothes back on. Before I did, she brought out a mirror so I could see the effect on my back. My back was covered in purplish-black marks, especially around my shoulders—it was quite alarming.
Office workers like us, who sit in front of computers all day, suffer most from this kind of dampness around the shoulders.
The moment I put on my shoes, I felt an indescribable sense of comfort. I really enjoyed this treatment. I took out my phone to transfer the money to her via WeChat.
She said she didn't have WeChat on her phone and didn't use it. But I didn't have any cash with me.
So she asked me to add her husband on WeChat and transfer the money to him. I went to the living room, scanned her husband's QR code, became friends, and transferred the money to him.
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After a brief goodbye, I left feeling refreshed.
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