First time trying Thai massage (student campus adult novel)

They were all dressed neatly, and because there were so many guests, we were assigned to a room with a small partition. Because the big room is now occupied. My wife and I have a room each. They asked us to take off all our clothes and change into a pair of black paper briefs. It's a bit small, and my wife was a little scared because it's so big. We had a herbal massage in Thailand and changed into bathrobes, but nothing like this. Later we realized that we had foolishly chosen oil pressure. Of course you have to take off all the clothes before the oil massage starts.

I was afraid of being laughed at for being conservative (Thai people love to joke, and I never told them about the time I stayed in the hotel swimming pool in Pattaya), so I encouraged and instigated my wife to take off everything and put on black paper briefs. Then lie face down on the bed. This bed is a kind of bed with a hole for the head and the pillow is all filled with non-woven fabric, giving people a very hygienic feeling. The masseuse came in and I lay face down. She started to press the meridians and used the weight of her whole body to press on her spine, doing bone circles. To be honest, it was quite comfortable. She massaged my left foot first, then my right foot, moving up in order. Then, she did something that surprised me a little: she pulled open my paper panties, exposing half of my buttocks, and began to massage the acupuncture points on my buttocks, thighs, and the tendon below my testicles. Do one on each left and right leg, and the same goes for the upper torso and both arms.

After the massage, start applying essential oils. Essential oils are pushed, it will be more comfortable. When she reached my groin, she spread my thighs apart and began massaging along the inner side of my thighs to the inner side next to my testicles. This actually makes me feel very comfortable and sensitive.

Although I gradually relaxed, I couldn't help having erotic fantasies. I was worried that when I turned over I would be erect. So I started reciting the Thai mantra to eliminate lust in my mind, and the swelling in my lower body was alleviated a little. I tried to relax myself and enter a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, and she began to massage her upper body with oil, so I didn't have to worry about my dick anymore.

After massaging my upper body and turning the bone wheel, she asked me to turn over so that I was facing up. She then began to massage my feet, calves, thighs, inner thighs, groin, and the tendons below my testicles. And she would repeat this so many times that I started to worry that I would have an erection. She was touching every inch of my skin, so of course she would notice that my muscles had become stiff. She would say with an accent, "Relax, relax," and then continue to touch me (she would repeat this about twenty times, and the entire massage lasted two hours). In order to divert her attention, I started chatting with her and found that she spoke Chinese very well. She said she had been in Taiwan for many years. I said she came to Taiwan by marriage. Suddenly, she said a little angrily, "I smuggled here, swam here!" I had to quickly say, "No, I think your massage is very good and very comfortable. You massage so well, your husband must be very happy." She laughed out loud. The movements become gentle and careful.

The room was dimly lit, which gave me a sense of security when I was almost naked. I was lying face up, and she carefully stroked and pressed my lower body. She put a hot towel on my head. During the whole process, I couldn't see her expression, which made me focus all my senses on her hands.

Just as she pressed on my groin again, I got an erection, without any evil thoughts. I felt my paper underwear being propped up by me because it was cool. I don't know if my brother ran out or not because I couldn't see it, but she hesitated for a moment. About ten seconds later, she continued to push near my erect dick. Maybe because the oil pushed the blood circulation better, I could feel the pulsation of my engorged dick.

Strangely enough, at first I was worried about the embarrassment of my erection, but now I'm totally fine with it. She asked a strange question, "Sir, are you exercising?"

"Yes, I ride a bike." Besides that, I swim in the morning on weekdays and do weight training in the gym attached to my residential community on weekends. This is another unexpected springtime experience. So, although I'm not an athlete, I'm still pretty fit.

"No wonder, your muscles and 'meat' she probably meant fat feels firm and well proportioned. (She didn't use these two Chinese words, but that's probably what she meant)"

The massage therapist next to me said a few words in Thai, and she laughed. She said, "The massage therapist next to me said you are about 180cm tall and 80kg, but you don't have any "integrity" in your body. That's great!" (I don't understand what she meant, but maybe people who are very fat and don't exercise often will have orange peel skin and fat accumulation on their bodies, right?)

As we talked, the atmosphere became very lively. My wife's fair skin, round breasts and fear of pain were praised and joked about, and my wife also talked and laughed with them. Maybe because of this, she continued to praise my figure (actually I'm fat, but people like to hear nice things anyway). Because my body felt the warm and gentle touch and my ears heard the compliments, my body became a little hot and my heart was floating. I entered a state of wanting to do it and my skin became very sensitive. Because I felt very comfortable physically and mentally, my self-control decreased. I slightly removed the towel covering my eyes and whispered, "You are very beautiful, too!" Then I made a "thumbs-up" gesture. She smiled silently, but her expression was very happy. Then, when she pressed my "gaibian" (the acupoint where the inner thigh meets the testicles), I screamed and my body trembled. I felt my erect dick touching the back of her hand that was pressing (? ). I quickly changed my scream into a laugh (I was afraid of being discovered by my wife), and she continued in a very powerful way, "Oh, you are ticklish, you love your wife so much." The room was filled with our laughter. (She is indeed an experienced MILF)

As a result, when she changed to pressing the acupoint on the left, I screamed with pleasure again. At this time, she touched my chest with her warm hands, and said to me a little closer: "You are too nervous to press properly." I picked up the towel and looked at her. Then, she stood up and said loudly: "Sir, this is your first time to apply oil massage. Relax, relax, and you won't feel itchy. I will press the acupuncture point of your coccyx for you now. What do you think?" I said: "Okay, no problem."

"Does your wife agree?" she asked.

My wife said "hmm" in a muffled voice. Maybe she felt comfortable and was about to fall asleep.

She motioned for me to get up, made a "hush" gesture, and asked me to open the small door with him and leave (there was a big door facing outside, and small doors leading to various rooms, a very strange design). When we got to another room, another table, she motioned for me to lie down on it. When I lay down, my underwear became wet and rotten due to the hot oil (probably not prostate fluid), and when I got on the bed, I hooked the corner of the movable cart where the essential oil was placed, and my underwear was torn off. Of course, my erect penis was stretched out, exposed to all. I had all sorts of wild thoughts about what might happen, but I didn't know what to do. I looked at her and said, "Sorry, sorry..." But I didn't cover my dick. I showed it off shyly and proudly - what was there to cover at this point? With a half-smile on her face, as if she understood everything, she gestured for me to lie down. My whole body, and my erect, nearly 17 cm long and 45 cm thick hot cock, were exposed in front of her.

She spoke in barely audible Thai and I said "What?"

She smiled and said, "Young boys will most likely feel this way when they have their first oil massage. Let me help you, okay?" Her Thai accent and gentle way of asking left me completely defenseless. I nodded.

She mixed the hot essential oil and applied it all over my body again, applying pressure on various acupuncture points. It was very comfortable and I was in a comfortable yet excited state the whole time. The massage method this time was a little different from the previous one, and the smell of the essential oil was also very special, a mixture of herbal ointment with spicy and cool scents. Then, I started sweating, and I felt that she was sweating too.

She applied hot essential oil directly on my dick, stroked it, pressed the acupuncture points under the testicles, and massaged the scrotum. I was so excited that my whole body was tense, but she asked me to continue to relax. I thought of my method of delaying ejaculation, which is to think about other things while doing it, but I couldn't do it this time because this experience was too rare, too new, and too exciting for me. However, I tried to relax myself and not focus on my lower abdomen, dick and buttocks. Her hand stroked, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, gently pinching the connection between the glans and the foreskin, and also touching the mushroom edge on the glans and applying a little force to squeeze it upward to the urethra, then stroking it down to the mushroom edge, and scraping along the mushroom edge with her fingernails. The slight pain and pleasure blended together, like tasting the Thai delicacy lemon fish - sour, spicy and fresh.

"Ah~ah~ah", my throat rolled and I couldn't help but moan, my limbs curled up slightly and trembled. This dense and slight pleasure won't make me ejaculate immediately, but the accumulated waves of pleasure come one after another; I guess I'm not surfing on the waves, enjoying the extreme pleasure, but like the dense foam that overflows after opening a bottle of beer.

Everything seems to be slow, but the pleasure comes very quickly; I seem to enter a world of slow motion, but the speed of thinking in my mind remains unchanged. All sensory information flows throughout my body, filling my body, mind and heart.

I want to cum so badly, but I don’t want to cum. I want to gallop on this plateau of pleasure forever.

I did this seventy times, and I was so happy that I didn't know what day it was. My prostate fluid was as wet and slippery as sweet coconut milk. Suddenly, I felt a different kind of warmth and smoothness. I tried hard to open my hazy eyes. Oh my God! She is sucking me! For a moment, it was not because of pleasure, but some kind of inexplicable emotion, surging from the depths of my heart, throughout my body and deep into my skin. All the pleasure was like a slow-motion photography of thousands of flower stamens blooming, exploding from all my pores, and my soul and energy dissipated like mist.

As soon as her mouth finished cupping my glans, the fountain of life immediately gushed out from the urethra, like the earth was just born, and there was a vast wilderness, with hot springs bubbling out from the cracks in the ground.

There was silence and some breathing. I opened my eyes and smiled at her, "Thank you! That's great! I feel so happy." I held her hand.

She helped me up and walked to the bathroom, asking me to wash away the mess. When she turned to leave, I felt a strong love and affection for her. I was so confused and wanted to hug her and kiss her.

She laughed and jumped away, saying, "Time is almost up." I blurted out, "I'll come to see you next time." She still laughed and just said she was number two.

After washing and dressing, I returned to the original room. My wife had just finished too. She looked like she was a little drunk and her whole body was red. After she washed and dressed, we supported each other and went downstairs and drank some ginger tea. During this process, I kept staring at No. 2 whenever I had the chance. She would pass by us with a polite smile. Only then did my pleasure fade away and a trace of rationality come in. Thinking: This is her job! She is so professional!

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