Three times the fun in 24 hours
Intro: this could be three separate incidents, except it seems more erotic when viewed as one day. The massage put me in the mood, and the rest was just flowed from there.
My company’s annual sales conference was in New Orleans, a city that I really enjoy having been there four or five times. It was July and the heat was pretty oppressive but we had been locked in conference rooms for four days straight with the A C running at full tilt. Thankfully it was now over, and I had a night to relax before flying out the next afternoon.
The hotel had a nice spa so I had booked a massage for 7 pm and then planned to hit a couple of bars with a colleague. Nothing too festive, as I had a long flight to London to meet my husband for a relaxing holiday. Well that was my plan, but I hadn’t figured that I had been away for 10 days in total, and was feeling painfully horny. That, was to prove my undoing in the hours that followed and what a delicious experience it was.
I had taken a quick shower before my massage appointment and thrown on a thin strappy beach dress to walk down to the spa. Wearing underwear to a massage seemed ridiculous. When I walked in I was greeted by a tall good looking black man who introduced himself as Johnny. It took me a few moments to realise that he was my masseur, and I had a delightful twinge in my pussy at the thought of him relaxing my muscles for the next hour. He handed me a large towel and showed me to the large comfortable massage room, telling me remove my dress, and lie on the table with the towel over me. When he said that, if I preferred, I could keep on my underwear I had to smile. I am sure that he was as aware of my nipples straining the fabric of my dress as I was.
When he returned I was fairly modestly wrapped in the towel, although I figured that lying down it wouldn’t provide much cover for my butt or pussy which was just fine by me. He told me to lie on my belly and proceeded to soothe away the tension in my muscles with his large strong hands. He started working on my neck and shoulders and, as he worked his way down my back he asked if it was OK to remove the towel and place it over my butt. I was so relaxed already that I just said “Mm mm!”
After a 10 or 15 minutes I was really drifting into la-la land and beginning to feel very horny indeed. Johnny was already working on my legs, and as he massaged my thighs I opened my legs slightly so that he could treat the inside of each thigh. My pussy was already reacting to this lovely man and the way he was treating my body, and I was aware of how wet my lips already were.
As I said, the towel was around my waist, and when Johnny asked me to turn over onto my back I felt no need cover my breasts. Johnny smiled at me and said that he would start my shoulders, and within minutes he was working on upper arms and side whilst gently cupping and kneading my breasts. As he enjoyed my upper body, I took hold of the towel and raised it 2 or 3 inches which I knew would expose my freshly shaven pussy to his gaze as soon as he returned to the other end of the table.
Within a few minutes Johnny was at the foot of the table easing the tension in my legs, and I’m sure enjoying a close-up view of my very moist labia. I had been doing some running over the last four days and it felt great to have a deep massage on my calf and thigh muscles, with the extra bonus that this big handsome man now had a full view of my pussy. As he worked on my left thigh I parted my legs a few inches so that he could work his large hands deep into my aching muscles. By now I didn’t care that it was totally obvious I wanted him to enjoy the view (and more). His fingers were driving me crazy as he gently brushed against my labia whilst massaging my thighs. Each time he did, I quietly moaned and pushed my pussy against his hand. By now, I knew that my lips must be shiny with my own juice, and I was flexing my pussy muscles to secrete more love juice for him.
I almost groaned with disappointment when he told me to turn back on my stomach, and he returned to the head of the table. When he started again on my neck I knew that I had to take things into my own hands, so to speak. I raised my arms above my head and let my hands hang over the edge of the table where Johnny was obviously positioned. As he moved close in to reach down my back, his thighs pressed against my hands, and stayed right there. Now I was beyond horny, and immediately stroked his thighs as he massaged my back.
He was wearing soft grey sweat pants, and it took all of 2 nano-seconds for me to locate an incredible thick muscle hanging down his thigh. I quickly found the tie to his sweats and eased them down over his hips and tight butt. He had now stopped all pretence at a massage, and as I raised myself up on my elbows my first sight of him was a gorgeous black shaft exposed just as far as the ridge of his knob. I gently pulled his pants away from his cock and lifted him out with my right hand. He was thick, heavy, and leaking a few drops of clear juice. This position was just perfect for me to pleasure him, and I quickly took him deep in my throat. He had that delicious athletic odour to him and I was quickly lost in the pleasure of this beautiful cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Johnny was quickly rock hard, and using his big hands on my shoulders, started to fuck my mouth with long strokes.
I was cupping his balls as he fucked me, and knew that he was getting close to unloading. I quickly pulled him from my mouth and grasped the base of his shaft to try and hold off his eruption. I quickly spun around on the massage table and said “Slide it into me” aiming his big purple knob at my wet pussy. Johnny nudged his cock against my opening, and slid slowly into me. It was a sight to behold watching his shaft disappear inch by inch into me. When he was buried in me I lay back on the table with my legs high around Johnny’s arms. He grasped me around the waist and pulled me onto his cock, then started to fuck me with such deep strong strokes that I reached a wonderful orgasm in just a few minutes. I was still coming hard when he tensed and slammed into me, spurting a delicious load deep in my pussy.
When his beautiful cock slipped from me the contrast between his jet black shaft and my creamy love juice was wonderful. I licked and sucked him clean so that he didn’t stain his sweatpants. A girl has to show her gratitude somehow!!
Johnny brought my dress to me as I lay on the massage table totally satiated. My legs were still a little wobbly as I made my way to my room, and I still had a night of partying in front of me.
Don’t you just love New Orleans?
As I said this was the start of an incredible 24 hours that it would be impossible to plan in advance. The next chapter took me through the night.
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