Wearing her favorite green latex dress, with her red hair cascaded down her back, she walked the streets looking for a fun hookup. Deciding it was time for lunch, she stepped into a small hole in the wall restaurant that offered authentic creole cooking. Not precisely Irish food, Bria wasn’t about to pass up some authentic creole cooking.
As she ate her gumbo, she closed her eyes and thought back to the shenanigans she had gotten into last night. Crissy had been a lot of fun. Another redhead, the two had hooked up in the French quarter. They had nearly been caught by a foot patrol as Crissy had been vigorously fingering her to her second orgasm behind an abandoned building. After their near run-in with the law, they had gone back to Crissy’s hotel and spent the entire night fucking like rabbits. When Bria had left shortly after dawn, her pussy had been so swollen she could barely walk, Crissy had been excellent with her fingers.
Tonight, Bria wanted a man. A big man who could throw her around and take her. She figured it wouldn’t be hard to find someone like that in New Orleans if she was lucky, she might find two men. Gumbo finished; she walked back out into the buzzing sea of green.
She saw a cute blonde girl who, surprisingly, wasn’t wearing any green, but a tight-fitting black knit sweater dress that showed off a fantastic pair of breasts and smooth tanned thighs. Slipping up behind her, she pinched the blonde on the ass as she whispered into her ear.
“You’re not wearing any green, Luv.” As the granddaughter of immigrants, she had picked up the accent of the Old Country from her grandparents as a child and knew that it made her irresistible. The blonde turned and smiled.
“I am wearing green, you just can’t see it.” The blonde replied, a wicked smile on her face.
“Oh, and where would that be?” Bria asked, already knowing the answer.
The blonde slipped the hem of her dress up further, showing the thin string of a green thong curving around her hip.
“Oh, sweet Jaysus, you do indeed, would you like to show me some more?” Bria asked.
“Sorry, hon, you’re not my type.” She replied before kissing Bria hard on the lips and disappearing back into the crowd.
Bria smiled and laughed as she continued along the sidewalk, looking for her hookup for the night. After another hour of flirting with men and women, along with some very intense kissing with a brunette wearing a ‘Kiss me I’m Irish’ shirt, she finally found the man she was looking for. Curtis was built like a bull, his barrel chest stretched the green t-shirt he was wearing, and he looked strong enough to lift a keg in each hand.
It took less than ten minutes for Bria to get him to join her in her hotel room. As soon as the door to her room closed, she threw herself at Curtis. Her hands pulled at his shirt as he unzipped her dress and peeled it down her body. When he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around him, kissing him as he carried her to the king-size bed. He threw her on the bed then dragged her thong down her pale thighs, he smiled at the thin red line of hair that adorned her otherwise smooth pussy.
When he shoved his fingers inside, Bria moaned with pleasure, each rough thrust thrilling her as his other hand pawed at her breasts. After a few minutes, he pulled his fingers out before sliding his jeans and boxers to the floor. Bria slid off the bed and onto her knees as she took the 10” cock in her hands and began to stroke. She closed her mouth around the head, licking and sucking as he started to thrust in and out of her mouth.
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