This story begins on a warm evening in the beautiful and peculiar city of New Orleans. M is my best friend in the whole world. Almost 2 decades of friendship. He has the whole broad shouldered dark hair and dark eyes thing going on. I on the other hand have amber/green eyes, dark hair and a curvy figure. Every year we plan a trip where we go and explore a city. Although this city was not new to us, he said let us go back to the Big Easy. Forward to checking into our hotel in the French Quarter and getting ready for the evening. M has a proclivity for red. So, I put on this tight, body forming, red dress. My hair was tied up with a few long bangs in my face and my makeup had a 1940’s cat eye with a red lip to match. When I stepped out all dressed up M looked like someone had stabbed him because I have never seen him so stunned. He couldn’t speak. We walk outside to start making our way to dinner. The night’s air hits me. It was heavy with a slight warm breeze. The kind of night you know you can work up a sweat but also hints at mystery and seduction.
He tells me he made reservations at an Italian place just down the road, so we start walking. He puts his arm interlocked with mine and I looked up and he caught my gaze. He gives me a coy smile and I think I felt my panties dampen. We made it to our restaurant and enjoyed each other’s company over wine and a nice meal. I decide to order coffee and a tiramisu for dessert. As we are eating it, I get some crème on my lips. M walks over to my side of this private booth and sits down. He stares straight at me then takes his finger to my lip and thumbs over the spot and then licks his finger. He starts to move in closer and I can feel the tension develop between us. I look away as my mind wanders to places it shouldn’t. he takes my chin and turns it towards him, and I swear his lips are so close to mine. Instead, he slowly goes down my neck taking my scent all in. “you’re intoxicating, he says.” At this point I can hardly see straight as all these thoughts whirl in my head. “Lets get out of here, I say.”
We step out into the night. The sounds of New Orleans fill the air. Laughter, talking, drinking, pleasure. There was something about the air though. Something different. Something provocative. Something raw. We start walking in the direction of the hotel. I can’t think straight. I feel the humid air on my neck, and I realize I’m fanning myself. M chuckles to himself and then takes my hand and pulls me into a dimly lit alley. The one you would see in a movie like Interview with a vampire. Its dim with old 18th century lighting. He pushes me against the brick wall and stares at me. The kind of stare that makes you swallow hard only you can’t. You are out of air. He becomes the air that you so desperately desire. The staring becomes intense. I can’t think. Are the walls closing in on me? He takes his hand and places it on my waist and pulls me closer to him. With his other hand he pulls my face towards him by my neck and kisses me. He pulls away to see what I am feeling. What could I possibly be feeling? He just opened Pandora’s box. The next gaze he unleashes was a feral stare of I need you now. He kisses me again only this time its deep and passionate and unrelenting. I pull away. I have chills down my spine. What have I done?
I take his hand and give him a devious stare as I pull him back onto the crowded street. We walk back in silence to the hotel. As we get back and enter the room, he pushes me against the door and puts his hand on my neck and pulls me in again. I sense that I have blacked out, but I haven’t. we make our way over to the bed where he sits me down and starts taking my heels off. Slowly, while staring into my eyes. He begins kissing my foot and making his way up my leg, slowly, with such care. He makes it up to my inner thighs and pushes my legs open and lifts my tight dress up a little to access between my thighs. Kissing every inch and feeling the warmth coming between my legs..he stops and looks up and smiles. “I plan on tasting every inch of you.” I fall back on the bed. He comes over to me and sits near me and starts playing with the straps of my dress. Gently pulling one down and kissing my freckled shoulders. Caressing my skin so softly. He starts to slide me out of my dress. He sits back and admires my tits and I’m biting my lip wondering what’s next to come. This was slow and seductive, and I am an impatient woman. I stop him and start unbuttoning his shirt while kissing him deeply. I want him. All of him. I can’t control this carnal urge, but I must. I make my way down to his pants undoing them and his rock-hard cock is waiting for me to put my mouth on it. I start licking him from base to tip. His eyes roll back in his head. Do I tease him or let him devour my mind, body, and soul? After a few minutes of teasing him he throws me on the bed completely removes my dress and buries his head between my legs. “you are so delicious, he says” within a few minutes I feel myself fade into the dark and I feel my legs shake and my body becomes numb as one of the hardest orgasms comes over me. As I moan hard and loud he comes and covers my mouth which turns me on even more and as I’m still cumming I get on top of him and torture him with my soaking wet pussy rubbing against his cock. I start kissing him while still teasing him. He cant take it anymore and turns me so that he is on top and he pins my arms up while sliding himself into me. I throw my legs around him and wont let go. He stares into my eyes with a complex look. It’s complex and hungry. He needs to be in me. He needs all of me. He fucks me until he comes.
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A nice date ❤