Not entirely sure this counts as solo female, as another woman was involved. I won't say exactly where this happened, but let's just say it's somewhere where acupuncture has way more than medicinal purposes, and where massages take on a whole new meaning.
It was a hot, steamy bathhouse of the type you only see in the Far East. The afternoon began by me being presented with eight or so masseuses and asked to choose. I could have had one or more, but the prices were a little steep, so I opted for one. She was devastatingly pretty, and I had no idea how old she was. She could have been 18-38, anywhere, really. The session began with a bath. Oh, not IN a bath, far from it. She lay me on a bed and hosed me down with warm water from a shower head. Then she used a range of soaps and oils to wash every inch of me, and she used every inch of her to do it! I felt her rubbing her beasts on my back, on my ass, on my legs, and when I turned over, we were breast to breast. As she moved down, one of her nipples actually found my clit. It was the most erotic thing I've ever had done to me. She seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. It was rinse, wash, rinse wash, and went on for an hour and a half. At one point, I thought "It would feel wonderful if she peed on my stomach right now" and a I though it, she took my hand, placed it between her legs and peed. How the hell she knew, I have no idea! Next came acupuncture. I've never had it before and I didn't believe it worked. But she placed the needles in the strangest places. Oh, my nipples got,one each of course, and my ear lobes, but also a couple actually in my ass...no, not in perhaps....right on the ring....does that make sense. Then when she had placed all the needles, she hugged me from behind and sang softly to me. Touching the needle tips as she did so. I felt a deep heat resonating from my wrogenous zones. I had almost cum while being washed, but this was deeper, and I felt like it was coming from the very core of my soul. I was being carried forward towards....towards what, I really didn't know. Then, she removed the needles from my ass, breasts and elbows, leaving ones in my ear lobes and hips. Then cam the massage. So slow....so slow I could hardly feel her hands moving. But if anything, less is more. The fewer needles actually increased that deep erotic feeling. After what felt like forever, she reached my cunt. She had spread my legs wide apart and had taken each fold, each little crease and, well, worshipped it. I was aching to cum. No, that's not right. I was screaming to cum. One finger penetrated me, again with agonising slowness. This was not to be a fast and furious finger fuck. Then two, then three. Then a finger in my ass, then another, then another. I felt totally given to her. As I said, there was no fast clit rubbing, no fast finger fucking, but when she had the tips of all three fingers in my ass and cunt, all she did was slowly, gently lean forward, stretching me in both holes. As I felt the stretching, so I felt my orgasm approach. If she withdrew slightly, which she did several times, the orgasm abated, only to recur as she leaned in. Then, I felt like I could take no more, that I may split if she pushed much harder. It was at that precise moment when she just gave the tiniest of pushes. And I came, holy motherfucking God did I cum. It crashed over me like a surfers wave, on and on and on. Still, she wasn't done. After the orgasm had washed away, and session with the oils, soaps and perfumed water was on the cards. This was not for another cum, but more like finishing the last one. Every fibre of me felt relaxed in a way I have never felt before. She literally soothed me, finishing by wrapping me up in the biggest towel I have ever seen, and leaving me alone in a perfumed room. I slept for an hour, and then, as I walked back to the hotel, I realised why the Orient is famed for its eroticism. If I had had to do that to another girl, I would have been climbing the walls for a cum myself, but she was only interested in me....in my pleasure. She let me touch her tits, but deftly guided My had (and tongue) away from her pussy. She was aroused, I could both see and smell that, but it was just not her time to cum. Strangely, lying on my bed at the hotel, I thought about how I felt. I felt like I had been vigorously, almost savagely screwed by an encouraged,out cock in both holes, and yet this thought didn't make me horny as it usually would. I felt no desire to cum again, but I did feel the need to email Claire about it. I know there are places in the U.K. That do Yoni massage, and maybe she can experience this for herself.
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