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It began as a regular massage but it ended much differently than I ever imagined. I was in Las Vegas for a nursing conference. My husband had originally planned to tag along and enjoy a cheap vacation. He was more of a gambler than I anyway, but my sister got sick and couldn't watch our kids. We did not feel comfortable leaving two teenagers, ages 14 and 16, home alone for five days, so Jeremy agreed to stay home and I went to Las Vegas alone.

My first night in Vegas was pretty tame. After the conference I had a nice dinner with a few ladies I'd met earlier in the day at the conference. We had a great conversation about work and our lives outside of work over a few bottles of wine. Then I played slots for a few hours before going to bed before 11pm. The second day I met the same ladies for lunch and we traded stories about the previous evening. Two of the girls had a night similar to mine but the third woman, who I will call Janice, got a massage in her hotel room before bed. I've always loved a good massage and after hearing her sing the masseur's praises I decided to give him a call.

Jacques had availability at 8pm so I booked a 1 hour massage and then headed in for the next presentation. After the conference I met up with the same three ladies for dinner at a wonderful restaurant inside the Venetian hotel and casino. They were all headed to a show down the strip and I headed to the slots for a bit before my massage. I had no delusions of winning any money, because I never do, but my luck must have changed because just as I was getting ready to cash out my machine went bonkers and I ended up winning $2,300. I quickly cashed out after that and then rushed upstairs so I wouldn't be late for my massage after all the commotion from winning.

I was surprised when Jacques arrived because when I looked through the peep hole he was not who I was expecting. Janice had not mentioned that he was a tall, very fit black man and my inherent bias had not associated his French name and French Canadian accent with the was standing at my door. I had no issue with him being black, it was just unexpected and I quickly let him into my hotel suite.

"Hello madam," Jacques said with a warm smile as he stepped I side my room. He had a black leather bag over his shoulder and a folding massage table in his right hand.

"Hi," I replied nervously. I was suddenly aware that I was alone in a hotel room with a very attractive man more than ten years my junior and my pulse quickened as he walked past me to set up his table in front of the big window overlooking the Las Vegas strip. I'd long had a secret affinity for men of African descent and I discretely checked him out. Jacques was quite a specimen. He was a shade over 6 feet tall, and he towered over me. My eyes moved down from his shiny bald head to his broad shoulders, powerful arms and a narrow, tapered waist, before pausing at his perfectly sculpted butt. I've always loved men's asses and I've noticed over the years that black men have the best butts. He was wearing white scrubs, giving him a very professional look, but his scrub pants looked amazing on his perfect, round ass and I giggled silently as I checked him out while he set up his table and supplies.

I stayed back and let him do his thing as we made idle chit chat. I told him that I was from Washington DC and that I was in town for the nurse's conference. He mentioned that he had visited DC once when he first moved to the USA from Quebec. When he finished setting up the table and laying out his massage oils, he set up a small speaker and turned on some soothing music.

"I will step into the bathroom so you can get ready for your massage," Jacques said warmly. His French accent was quite sexy and when combined with his handsome face and fantastic body I was extremely excited for my massage.

"Sounds good," I replied with a nervous giggle. I felt somewhat like a smitten school girl and my eyes darted furtively to his ass as he walked away to the bathroom to give me privacy.

Once alone, I lifted my sweater over my head, folded it and then placed it on the dresser beside me. My bra, leggings and socks soon followed and then I climbed onto the massage table. I draped the small white towel over my panty clad butt and then I let him know that I was ready.

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