I Massaged My Way Into Her Bed

Time for a little fun.  This week’s Guy’s Story is a playful post from my friend Denis. Denis runs a date ideas website called $30 Date Night.

I Massaged My Way Into Her Bed

It was 2006 and I had just met this girl named Emma. She was young, stunning and with a super hot body. We connected through business and there were subtle hints of flirting moments. I’m a massage practitioner who had started a business facilitating Hotels and corporate events and Emma worked as a Corporate Events Manager.

A month after our introduction I had spent the night out with the boys – it was late (or early) on a Sat morning and I was going through my black book to see who I could connect with. Emma sprung to mind – I had never pushed the boundaries with her before… and at 6am who knows how she’ll react? My thoughts said “no doubt she’s been out all night too and just getting home.”

I sent Emma a text msg “You up for a game of naked twister?” This opened up dialog and we entered a text msg tennis match that lasted hours! The match ended poorly for me…

We maintained the friendship, but the flirting stopped. A few months later I had written a short massage course for couples… I must admit, I had planned to test the massage on Emma and use it to my advantage. I called her up and said: “Em’s, I’ve written this couples massage course and need to test it on a girl, I can’t test it on one of my staff cause its meant to be a little cheeky and intimate – are you interested? I promise I’ll be gentleman-like and not touch anything I’m not supposed to touch.”

Emma agreed! Perfect…

The massage went ahead on the lounge room floor – it was summer time, the house was opened up with a breeze whispering through. Emma was topless with only a towel wrapped around her torso, her back pressed up against my chest while I knelt behind her, my knees wrapped around her thighs. Music was playing in the background; the massage began soft and flowing – highlighting on knots and tender areas. I gently breathed on her neck causing good bumps to race down her arm. Half way through the massage Emma moved her hands to rest on my upper thighs. THIS IS IT! At this point I knew that we have broken past the friendship barrier.

The massage was HOT, and I mean REALLY HOT! It last about 20 minutes but it felt so much longer. The tension was intense and it stopped me from making a move, I certainly didn’t want to be shot down… again! We had to get out of the house.

It’s now nightfall, and time to call it a night. I drop Emma off at her house and she invites me in for coffee. I didn’t leave till the next morning…