I had met Jim and Wendy through a website that puts massage enthusiasts together. A lot of the profiles seemed like thinly disguised ads for illicit endeavors, but theirs seemed sincere. After exchanging a couple messages, then photos, and finally phone numbers, we arranged to get together one evening after dinner. Their place was a good forty five minute drive from mine and as I drove I wondered how things might go but also had no preconceptions as to just how far. Their profile only said that they gave massages as a couple and I liked the sound of four hands working my tired muscles. It had been a long winter with a lot of snow shoveling.
Their place was small and cozy, overlooking the lake. The entry was in through a vestibule that opened onto the kitchen. I was greeted warmly by the two of them, first a handshake from Jim who stood around six foot tall with a solid build, not stocky nor a jock and then a quick hug from Wendy who was maybe five four with a little extra meat on her bones but certainly not what you'd call overweight. He was wearing sweatpants and a T, she a simple and casual wrap type dress that came to her knees and displayed some impressive cleavage. I remember she smelled particularly nice.
After taking my coat they offered me a glass of wine which I accepted, mostly to be sociable but then when I discovered it was a tasty Cabernet was glad that I had. We chatted for a bit before they showed me into their living room where a portable massage table was set up and a gas fireplace was lit. They suggested I get undressed and went back to the kitchen to give me some privacy.
I stripped naked and as I stood there in the buff enjoying the wine I had a very good feeling about what was about to happen. It just felt very comfortable and I liked being naked in the warm atmosphere of their home and in particular this good sized room with the windows facing out to the water. There was sandalwood incense burning, a big vase of fresh flowers which impressed me considering it was early March, and very soft background music coming from some invisible source. I lay down face first on the table to await their return, then began to doze off a bit.
The next thing I remember was a hand gently caressing my shoulder then joined by another and soon after by two more. I let myself continue to drift away into a semiconscious mode as the movement of the hands became more specific and deliberate. At first all four hands worked on my back, but then one pair moved to my feet, then calves and legs while the other continued to work on my torso. Warm oil was applied intermittently as the four hands wandered about my body. It was a sensual and luxurious feeling and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
Eventually the hands working on my legs reached my thighs and then my inner thighs. I love having the insides of my thighs massaged and these were expert hands. The pair working up higher had descended as far as my asscheeks and were gently kneading them. I was in heaven and developed a hard-on from the sheer sensuality of it all. The fact that the hands working between my thighs had made ever so brief of contact with the back of my gonads at one point certainly contributed some to this effect. I spread my legs further apart to encourage things and let out a soft moan of pleasure.
I was a little disappointed when Wendy suggested that perhaps I should turn over now. I'd been hoping that my balls would receive some formal attention. As I spun over I opened my eyes and to my delight the two of them had stripped to their underwear, Jim a pair of white briefs and Wendy a lacy pink bra and black boyshort style panties with pink edging. She handed me my glass of wine, so I sat up long enough to indulge in a couple sips before lying back down again. The entire time my hard-on held firm and I noticed Wendy eying it. I made no apologies - it felt good to be there naked in front of these two and the exhibitionist in me was enjoying the opportunity to display an erection. A little bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.
They resumed their ministrations on me, Jim working on my feet Wendy my shoulders. My eyes were open now and pretty much fixed on Wendy's cleavage. She noticed this and smiled broadly then stole another glance at my cock. Finally I couldn't stand it any more.
"Any chance you'd take that bra off and let me see those puppies?"
She giggled and replied "I think we can do that for you. Besides, I know Jim would prefer that as well. Why don't you unhook me."
She turned with her back to me and I sat up a little and reached for the clasp. Like most guys, I had to fiddle with it some to undo it, but where there's a will, there's a way and eventually I succeeded. I watched the straps slide off her shoulders and down her arms before she turned slowly to proudly display a pair of generous C cup melons that were scrumptiously shaped and obviously all natural by the way they wobbled as she moved. The nipples were flat, almost inverted and the aureoles large.
Wendy moved to above my head and worked on my shoulders and chest from that position, dangling her breasts tantalizingly above me. After teasing me for quite a bit like that she moved back to my side.
