48[F] Milf Bait in the Big Easy

I made sure I got there a bit later in the evening. New Orleans was hot, and this piano place could make you a sweaty mess if you were there too long.

That night I was wearing a wide strapped black cotton dress that crossed over in the front. It hung beautifully and looked super-hot with my black patent strappy heels. (Note to self: No more heels in New Orleans).

I was out with a longtime friend and just about to take a sip of my second Hurricane when he approached me and asked me to dance. “People dance here?” I thought.

I obliged him and we danced very closely as the first hurricane kicked in. His friend asked my friend to dance and then within 30 minutes there were 7 guys from a steamship conference at our table. Drinks flowed almost as fast as the laughs. I was lost in his eyes. He never stopped touching me. The rings on my left hand did not bother him and the ring on his left did not bother me.

We took off “for the casino” which was code for his hotel suite. As we made our way there, he pulled me into his arms and started kissing me. He was rough but we had been drinking. I did not mind. In a nanosecond from the time his lips hit mine, his hands were up the back of that dress firmly grasping my ass. He squeezed those firm hands on my cheeks, and I actually purred. So hot……

We continued to make out and then he expertly pops my DDs right out of the top of that dress. Nipples taut and ready – he suckled them right there and then – on the sidewalk at midnight. When he brought his face up to mine again, he told me in no uncertain terms that he would fuck me hard all night. I did not doubt him.

With my breasts hanging out, he continued to kiss me. This time his hands were up my dress pushing my silky panties to the side so he could access my slit with his fingers. It was soaked. He loved it. How do I know? Well…. he told me. Multiple times.

I was worried about police catching us and finding me with my entire body hanging out of a dress in some French Quarter neighborhood. So, he pushed me into a doorway and started to get more aggressive. He had my skirt above the waistline and was taking his dick out of his pants. By this time, I am near ready to pass out. He was hot. He smelled sooooo good. Passionate was an understatement with this guy.

So now there I am, just soaking wet and ready for it. He takes his cock out of his pants and starts to use the head of it to play around with my slit. Never going in but just teasing me mercilessly. My back pressed firmly in this doorway. I prayed that I would not fall in. I admit I was super horny and would have fucked him there and then.

He then placed one hand firmly behind my head grasping my neck and a mess of blonde curls that took me an hour to perfect in my room. The other hand was on his dick that had been teasing me relentlessly. He looks me in the eyes and says: “Are you ready for me to fuck that slutty pussy?”

I think I whimpered. I know I was breathing hard. Completely exposed in this quasi-public space. I nodded.

Then he asked me to turn around. I was kind of surprised. “Aren’t we going to his hotel?” I thought.

He proceeds to bend me over and hike up my skirt so he could expose my round ass. My panties pushed to the side, and I was wishing I had worn a thong. I think he slapped my ass as hard as he could. The pain was sharp, and my ass burned. Then he stood me up and turned me towards him.

“There will be more of that…. be ready for it.”

There was more of it – much more. Even knowing what I know now, I do not think I could have adequately prepared myself for what would happen that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nvgd1y/48f_milf_bait_in_the_big_easy