First Black Man

This was in New Orleans, whilst on a week long conference. I had been travelling for over two weeks by the end of the conference, and feeling in need of some sexy fun. For some months my husband and I had debated various sexy escapades we could enjoy in the future, and the inevitable cliché of interracial fun was pretty high on the list. He had no desire to meet a couple or invite a female to join us, so we agreed that at some point it would (maybe) be a black male joining us. This incident rather shortcut that plan.

On the last night of the conference I had seen enough of colleagues for another year, so decided to skip the last night bash. The hotel had a spa which offered a massage service, and I had decided early in the week to enjoy a long massage on my last night in the city.

I had booked a 45 minute session as late as I could, which was the next to last session.

I took a shower before going down to the spa, and threw on a thin dress for the elevator ride. When I walked in I was greeted by a good looking black guy aged around 55 I would guess. He introduced himself as Jonny and showed me to one of the massage rooms. He left me with a huge soft towel, and told me I could keep my underwear in place or remove it. I think it was pretty obvious from my erect nipples that I was certainly not wearing a bra, but I smiled at him and thanked him for the option.

When Jonny returned I was lying on the massage table with the towel covering me from my breasts to upper thighs, and no underwear. Jonny began massaging me at my shoulders and neck, relaxing me in a few minutes, and then moved to my feet to work on my legs. He was a very good masseur and a charming man, who was both amusing and sexy. As he worked deeper into my tissue I began to feel a little aroused after two weeks of non stop work and over 10,000 miles of air travel.

When Jonny asked me to turn onto my front, I lifted the towel and just rolled over exposing my nakedness to him.