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The Happy Dragon’s Secret

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The bustling streets of New York City welcomed Melissa as she stepped out of her hotel, eager to explore during her brief respite from work. With a few hours to spare, she decided to wander through the vibrant Chinatown, her curiosity piqued by the exotic atmosphere. As she strolled past colorful shops and fragrant restaurants, a discreet sign caught her eye—’The Happy Dragon Beauty Spa’. Intrigued, she entered, assuming it was a typical spa offering a much-needed respite for her tired body.

The interior of the spa was dimly lit, adorned with oriental decor, and filled with the soothing aroma of incense. A small, elderly Chinese woman, Li, greeted Melissa with a warm smile, her black hair neatly tied back, revealing wise, dark eyes. She wore a traditional silk robe, her petite frame exuding a sense of calm and serenity. Melissa felt instantly at ease.

“Welcome, beautiful lady. Are you here for our special massage?” Li’s voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of a Chinese accent.

Melissa, assuming it was a regular massage, agreed, unaware of the true nature of the services offered at The Happy Dragon. She was led to a private room, the walls adorned with intricate silk tapestries, and the air filled with the scent of jasmine. The atmosphere was relaxing, and Melissa felt her worries melt away.

Li instructed Melissa to undress and lie face down on the soft massage table, covered in luxurious silk sheets. The room was warm, and Melissa’s skin tingled with anticipation as she exposed her naked body to the gentle touch of the air. She could hear the soothing sounds of a traditional Chinese flute playing in the background, adding to the exotic ambiance.

Li’s skilled hands began to work their magic, starting with Melissa’s shoulders and back. Her touch was firm yet gentle, kneading the tension out of Melissa’s muscles. Warm oil was applied, its scent filling Melissa’s senses as Li’s hands glided smoothly over her skin. The massage was exquisite, and Melissa felt herself drifting into a state of pure bliss.

As Li’s hands moved down to Melissa’s thighs, her touch became more intimate. She massaged the insides of Melissa’s thighs, her fingers brushing dangerously close to Melissa’s most sensitive areas. Melissa, caught off guard, let out a soft moan, unsure how to react. She had never experienced such a bold massage before.

Li’s hands paused, and she whispered softly, her breath warm against Melissa’s ear, “Relax, beautiful. Let me pleasure you in ways you’ve never imagined.”

Before Melissa could respond, Li’s hands resumed their exploration, this time with more purpose. Li’s fingers found their way to Melissa’s pussy, gently caressing the soft, moist folds. Melissa’s breath quickened as she felt Li’s skilled touch, her body responding involuntarily to the pleasure. She had never been touched by a woman before, and the sensation was both unfamiliar and intensely arousing.

Li’s fingers danced over Melissa’s clit, circling and teasing, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Melissa’s hips involuntarily bucked, seeking more contact. Li chuckled softly, a sensual sound that sent shivers down Melissa’s spine.

“You like this, don’t you, my sweet?” Li’s voice was a soft purr, filled with satisfaction at Melissa’s reaction.

Melissa could only nod, her mouth dry as she struggled to form words. She had never felt such intense pleasure from a simple touch. Li’s fingers continued their dance, sliding down to penetrate Melissa’s wetness, her middle finger sliding effortlessly into her tight pussy.

“Oh, you’re so wet, so ready,” Li whispered, her finger curling and finding that special spot deep within Melissa’s core.

Melissa gasped, her body arching off the table as Li’s finger worked its magic, hitting her G-spot with precision. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. Li’s other hand reached up to pinch and roll Melissa’s hardened nipples, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body.

“Cum for me, beautiful. Let go of your inhibitions,” Li urged, her voice a soft command.

Melissa’s body trembled as she felt the orgasm building, an overwhelming sensation that she couldn’t control. Li’s fingers quickened their pace, her thumb now rubbing Melissa’s clit in perfect rhythm with her finger’s thrusts.

With a loud cry, Melissa climaxed, her body shaking violently as waves of pleasure washed over her. It was her first female orgasm, and it was mind-blowing. Li’s skilled touch had unlocked a new world of pleasure, one Melissa never knew existed.

As Melissa lay panting, her body sated and relaxed, Li gently removed her hands and began to wipe away the excess oil with a warm, damp cloth. Melissa felt a mix of emotions—embarrassment, excitement, and a deep sense of satisfaction.

“That was incredible,” Melissa managed to say, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her release.

Li smiled, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s my pleasure to bring pleasure, my dear. Many women come here for this very reason. You are not the first, and you won’t be the last.”

Melissa realized that The Happy Dragon was more than just a spa. It was a place where women could explore their desires, free from judgment. She felt a sense of empowerment and a newfound curiosity about her own sexuality.

As she dressed, Melissa couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets Li and The Happy Dragon held. The experience had awakened something within her, a hunger for more. She knew she would be back, eager to explore the boundaries of her own pleasure and to discover the full extent of Li’s sensual expertise.

The first chapter of Melissa’s erotic journey had ended, but the story was far from over. The Happy Dragon and Li had opened a door to a world of sensual delights, and Melissa was eager to step through and embrace the unknown.

A Visit to the Spa

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Now that my husband had given me his permission to play with anyone I’d like, I feel as though a great gift has been given to me. I can just be natural and free and see where experiences take me. On the recommendation of a girlfriend, I booked a massage at a new spa in town. I hadn’t had many massages, but if she raved about it so much, I figured I should try it as well. I got undressed and hopped up onto the table. The room was dimly lit with lovely, fragrant candles lit and soft New Age type music playing with pan flutes and chimes and no particular melody. There was a lovely atmosphere here and I was happy to just relax and enjoy myself for the day getting pampered. My husband peter made a great living and we were well off, so days at the spa were no worry whatsoever.

I was laying face down and heard the door close. A man that introduced himself as Sven. He pulled down the sheet that was partially covering me, leaving only my buttocks covered and I heard him opening a snap top bottle of oil and then rubbing his hands together before rubbing it all over my back and shoulders. It felt wonderful, just divine. I was relaxing so well and so thoroughly, I thought I might fall asleep. I had my eyes closed and was just enjoying the sensations. He worked my back, shoulders, legs and feet before having me flip over. I lay there and he asked if I was modest and cared about the sheet, as it was just as easy if it was out of the way. I didn’t care, so he tossed it aside. He worked those strong hands all over my body. He asked if it was ok to do my breasts, not all women are ok with that, so he wanted to check first. I said it was fine.

He massaged them and oiled them and my body was soon betraying me and my nipples were getting hard. He toyed with them a bit and when I didn’t stop him, he continued to go further than perhaps some women would want. He massaged my belly and my upper thighs and hips and he lightly grazed my pussy lips with his hand, as if by accident. He didn’t come right out and ask, but my parting my legs to give him easy access gave him the go ahead he needed to proceed. It’s not just men that get happy endings to their massages.

He drizzled some oil down my slit and then began to slowly and careful massage my pussy lips from the outside. I was in heaven. He worked his skillful hands all over me and then finally dipped his fingers into my wetness. He smeared the wetness from my pussy and the oil together and caressed my clit up and down until I was breathing nice and heavy. I knew he was not going to start moving quickly, nor did I want him to. He went slow and easy and alternated the pressure of how he touched me, firmly then gently, almost to a tickle like touch and then firm again. He found out which sort of touch I best responded to and then he repeated it over and over and I was practically writhing there on the table as he rubbed me to orgasm. I knew I had to remain quiet, since I didn’t want other spa clients hearing me cum, that wouldn’t have exactly been appropriate, but in all likelihood they too were having their own happy ending massages, but we all had to be discreet about it and just bite our lips and enjoy the sensations.

I loved it, and he made me feel so good, needless to say I gave him a generous tip and would be sure to return there and recommend the spa to all my friends. I then slipped into the adjoining bathroom and had a long, hot shower and left there feeling like a million bucks. I practically purred as I drove myself home. I was sure to tell my husband Peter al about my spa adventures when I got home and I know he loved hearing every sinful detail of my visit.