The next day, Karyn and Joe had scheduled a couple's massage from an internet search. The place had a 5 star rating with many comments about their unusual techniques. After breakfast, they put on some light clothes and walked the few short blocks to the salon. The forecast was for a hot day, and it was already getting pretty warm, but there was a nice breeze blowing, making the walk tolerable.
Inside the waiting room was only a little better. There was a small fountain bubbling away, some soft music and several different floral smells, which Joe assumed were the massage oils. Most importantly, an air conditioner cooled the room enough to provide some relief from the growing heat outside. A very pretty receptionist in her late 20's professionally greeted the couple from behind an old desk and they "checked in". She seemed a bit informal for a spa, wearing a white tank top and shorts, the white a stark contrast to her highly tanned body. She was friendly, pretty and professional.
She asked Karyn if we had ever had a couple's massage. She explained that we would be in a room together with a woman giving me my massage, and a man 'working over' Karyn. No surprise there, but then she said that if they wanted, there was a curtain that could be drawn between them during the treatment so that they would still be together, but with some privacy, at least visually. Joe thought that sounded odd. Why would they want to be separated while having a massage together? Then she asked if there were any areas the couple felt uncomfortable about being massaged. Joe wasn't sure what Karyn was thinking, but he was thinking that she was asking about "problem areas", like "yeah, please don't work on my left shoulder. It's injured and sensitive." Either way, the couple assured the young woman that they didn't have any 'uncomfortable' areas.
Once the interview and instructions were over, the hostess walked them down a short hallway with two doors on each side. Joe couldn't help staring at her long legs and shapely ass as they made the short wal behind her.. She led them through one of the doors and they found themselves in a small room mostly taken up by two massage tables a few feet apart. There was a cord running down the ceiling between the tables that could be used to draw a curtain between them.
The receptionist, Paula she said her name was, instructed the couple to remove as much clothing as comfortable and then to lie face down on the tables with towels covering. The therapists would be in shortly. She told them to relax and let feel free to tell the therapist what we liked and didn't like. She said "but don't worry. We're very good about sensing what is pleasant for you and what isn't. You two will be fine. We're all going to have fun." Joe caught her use of "we" and thought that it was an unusual way for her to phrase it, but figured that he was inexperienced at massages of any type and just let it go.
Then she walked out and closed the door. To Joe's surprise, his wife quickly stripped naked, completely naked, in about 20 seconds, dropping her clothes on a chair. Then she stood boldly in front of him as if challenging him to do the same. Joe stared at her now tanned body and breasts. Her nipples had gone erect from either the anticipation or the air conditioning, but the air conditioning was not blowing much cool air into the room. In fact, now that they had acclimated to the new temperature, it was warmer than usual, in fact it was a bit uncomfortable.. Joe took in her beautiful body for a moment, and then she was moving on to the table to lay on her stomach with her ass proudly displayed. She made no move to cover herself, so he put a towel on her back to cover her ass and upper thighs.
Joe quickly assumed the same position, but kept his boxer briefs on.
"Chicken," she said without even looking at her beau.
After about a minute, the door opened and Paula returned. Joe only knew it was her because he recognized her voice when she said, "If you're ready, let's get going. This is Cody. He'll be doing your wife, and I'll be doing you." Joe couldn't see Karyn's face, but I knew she would have a cheshire grin on it from Paula's phrasing. The couple couldn't see either of the workers since they were lying on their stomachs with faces in the holes of the massage table. It was comfortable but not much good for seeing anything except feet. Paula was barefoot and Cody had on sandals. All Joe could tell was that his feet and legs were lightly tanned, and he had pretty big feet, like a size 13 or so. He was getting excited for his wife to start getting touched by this strange, young (he assumed), man. The fact that she stripped naked so quickly told Joe that she was eager too.
Karyn and Joe then indicated that they were ready. Some soft music came on and they heard someone light candles. Soon the room smelled of cinnamon from the candle. Then Paula began by rubbing Joe's feet with warm hands covered in oil. Normally, Joe didn't care about getting his feet rubbed, but this felt really good. So good that he involuntarily exhaled softly. Joe heard Karyn gasp as Cody must have started at her feet too. She loves to have her feet rubbed. Sometimes Joe begins his foreplay through a thorough arch massage. By the time he is ready to move on, her pussy is always very wet and ready.
"Sorry about that," Cody said in a soft voice. "I'll try not to surprise you again. I'll let you know what I'm going to do to you next if you want." Joe could almost hear Karyn's brain making a wise crack at the phrasing. Joe could hear Cody's hands rubbing the oil into her feet.
"That would be great," Karyn said breathily.
Paula said "We'll go through our normal massage routine that satisfies most couples. If you feel uncomfortable or want us to stop, just say so, or even if you tense up, it tells us you don't like what we are doing. OK with you?"
"OK with me," both Karyn and Joe said at the same time.
