First Interacial Sex - Sex Stories

First Interacial Sex

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 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 an hour long 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 arms, and neck, relaxing me in a few minutes, and then moved to my feet to work on my feet and calf muscles. 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. He covered my butt and began the real massage work on my shoulders and back, then my legs. When he started on my calf muscles he spread my legs slightly so that he could get his hands around my legs, and when he reached my thighs I felt a delicious tingle in my pussy. His work was professional but also intimate, and as he worked further up each thigh I sensed a pleasant tension between us. When he told me to turn onto my back again, I had no desire to cover my breasts so rolled over and placed the towel casually across my hips. Jonny being very correct arranged the towel across me, and recommenced his massage. As he worked at my shoulders I slowly lifted the towel inch by inch until I felt that he would have a great view when he returned to my legs. He lingered at my shoulders as he worked on my torso, and eventually began working in my upper arms. In doing so he brushed against the sides of my breasts and then began gently caressing them arousing me ever more. When he returned to massaging my legs ...