PART 1... My best friend Kevin was the best man for my second marriage and is a great guy, but maybe a little more shy than I am.
Over the years, we've talked about everything from investments to the women I was with between marriages, even the 'asian massages' I'd occasionally get. He was always keenly interested and even went to the massage place a couple times himself.
Kevin and I try to get out and catch up every 3-4 weeks at a local bar or restaurant. We'll usually end up having just enough wine or spirits to 'loosen the conversation some'. At one of our last outings, the topic of massages came up more than usual.
So I figured he brought it up so I'd add to the discussion... besides, talking openly with someone about what the masseuse did or how she looked was a bit of a turn on.
At that same outing, I reminded him that I have been going to the home of a massage person off and on for a couple years. This woman, Jen, is awesome... she's super friendly and does the massages typically wearing only her thong panties. She has rules that include only mild touching of her, and certainly no blowjobs or sex for me. Which is fine. But the massage always ends up very happy & it keeps me coming back.
So at that outing, I told him that I could send him some pictures from some of my sessions with Jen. He perked up and I was loosening up, so later when I got home, I went thru the dozens of photos from my sessions and grabbed some that were, say, 'R rated'. Pictures showing her topless and fondling me "just out of the camera's view" (I didn't want to freak him out with some dick pix... at least not yet).
Once I knew his email was secure and he was good with getting some pics, I sent him maybe 5-6 of the photos. Kevin seemed pretty happy and said that the photos were great and he really enjoyed them. "They were fantastic!". I now felt like I was safe maybe taking things another step.