“Okay, here are the choices, what do you think?”
“Well, the blue one is smaller, but because your skin is a little darker, the white one will probably look better on you.” Look at me, being a great husband, suggesting the white one. The thin, unlined white one.
“That’s what I was thinking too. This one’s a little more appropriate for someone my age.”
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We scheduled the couples massage for one o’clock and spent lunchtime walking around the property and down to the beach nearby. I love being around the ocean and we waded through the shallows since the water was warm. It was just nice having the two of us chatting and getting a vacation vibe going. It also helped normalize the notion that, on the whole, women don’t wear much around here.
As it got closer to our scheduled time, we headed back to the room and Jennifer started struggling with the what-to-wear question again for the massage.
“Well, I don’t know anyone here, and don’t really care, so I’ll be in the buff”, I said, hoping that she’d follow.
“I figured that was your plan, but I don’t know if that’s helpful for me.”
I didn’t have a good idea for how I might win this battle, and decided to hit the bar on the way over for a consolation prize. That turned out to be a good decision. A large, cold glass of wine for a warm afternoon was enough to even tempt Jennifer, and as usual, she helped herself to more than half of it.
We got to the spa area and were shown into a small but beautiful room that clearly impressed my wife. We met our two masseuses, Elena and Paco. I’m sure that they were good at what they did, but they also qualified in the looks department too. Elena was a little older, probably in her mid 30’s, and very pretty, with a nice smile. She had on a relatively tight tank top and shorts and it was hard not to think I had done pretty good with my choice.
Paco, however, was probably more of a looker though I can’t really judge that as a guy. But he was bronzed and fairly buff without looking ridiculous. He chatted up Jennifer a bit in a very casual but professional manner, and I think that relaxed her though the wine didn’t hurt.
The clothes thing was still bugging her a bit, and she eventually got enough courage to bring that up with Paco. “I should probably leave my underwear on, right?”
Paco, probably having heard this before, said, “You can do whatever you feel comfortable with. We just want people to enjoy themselves, so keep your underwear on if you want.” I had kind of hoped for a little more pushback from Paco, so I gave him a tiny glance to indicate that wasn’t quite what I was hoping for him to say.
“But,” Paco continued, “it’s easier for me if you take them off. I’d feel terrible if the oil ruined them.” Yes! He probably didn’t realize, but he was appealing to her sense of being nice.
“Oh, that’s a good point. I hadn’t thought of that.”
Elena and Paco left the room to let us get undressed and explained that we should just lie down on our stomach with the towel covering us and they’d be back soon.