I looked at my wife, and we both agreed to "when in Rome," and got naked and under our respective towels. The next hour may have been the best massage of my life. The woman was strong, vigorous, and the large amounts of hiking the day before may have been part of the reason why it felt so good. At least twice she was on the table, once straddling my head (while I was on my front), and using her forearms as rollers across my back. And my buttocks: She massaged the hell out of them. OMG it was wonderful. I was floating after the massage. Told my wife I would have proposed to that woman if I'd been single
Just, wow, it felt good. So much (non-sexual) release.