I was a twenty two year old virgin. I thought myself attractive, but very shy. She was twenty eight. She lived with her sister. She had been engaged, but broke it off just before the wedding. Then she had been in another long term relationship that he broke off. She was devastated.
Though she always acted and dressed conservatively I always wondered how experienced she was. She was engaged after all. Also whether perhaps her prolonged period of grief might have some base in a sexual dimension to their relationship. Thinking perhaps she had given herself to him for the first time. I guess those were the thoughts of a horny twenty two year old virgin.
One night we were visiting the two sisters with friends. She was clearly very down and upon leaving I gave her a hug. She leaned in and I held her. It turned to a very long hug where I could feel her body relaxing. That was probably the start of our real friendship.
Some months later she started learning to do aromatherapy massage. She did a course that someone ran from her house and the participants, all ladies, practiced on each other. One night I was visiting when her sister had left on an overseas placement. My back was sore and causing me quite a lot of discomfort. She said that she wanted to ask me something.
Apparently they had to keep a record of the massages they do and the instructor said that they would have to do at least one male "patient". A massage, including the "full body" massage would include most of the body, but buttocks and crotch area was clearly not part of this programme. I could feel my heart rate rise. There were so many times that I started to feel an erection coming on just giving her an innocent hug, what would happen if she was working on the back of my legs. She might have sensed my discomfort and added that she was thinking she could ask her brother, but wondered whether she could perhaps practice on shoulders and back.
I slowly got used to her massaging my shoulders and upper chest. I would lie on the table with her behind me. As she touched me my penis would start to engorge. With my lower half fully clothed and a towel thrown over me I would desperately try to think of something else. Turning over provided relief from possible embarrassment and her back massage would be a truly heavenly relaxing experience. Occasionally I would wish her hands didn't have to stop at belt level. Afterwards there would be a hug, with me hoping she doesn't feel my penis growing again. Then she would make us a drink and we would sit on the couch, often with her under my arm and sometimes between my legs. My hormones were there, but I was so wary of my growing feelings as she was still hung up on her ex that I really kept my emotions in check.
One night we had a drink and I started feeling very tired. She suggested that I have a snooze on her bed before starting the long drive home. As I drifted off she nestled under my arm next to me.