I had one too many Hand Grenades that night. But it was Mari Gras so thats what you are supposed to do. I was talking in my heels, stepping on the colorful beads on the grown. I kept pulling down my dress but you kept pulling it up. I didn’t know if you had less or the same amount of drinks that I had but at that point I didn’t care. I wanted you and you bringing your hands up legs was only making me want more. At that moment what seemed to be like a parade of lights at 3am caught everyones attention but not ours. The police were driving down Bourbon street and we took that to our advantage. People had their phones out recording the flashing reds and blues but you had your hands in deep in my now that I was flashing that red and pink. You guided me to a wall where no one was around, I think I might have recognized this alley way wall from the Ghost tour we took the previous night. If the party goers weren’t watching us then the ghosts of New Orleans were.
You had my dress completely on the floor laying on my shoes, the ground still covered in beads and confetti. I arched my body against yours as you moved your mouth to my other breast. You had two fingers inside, you knew I could handle more but you love to tease me that way. But as long as you kept your attention on my breasts I would work with you. Your thumb rubbed around my clit and my eyes rolled back as I rested my head on the dirty wall of this alley way. You fingered me slow at first and the louder my moans were you started to move them faster. I was wet now, so wet that it began to drip down my legs. You were so turned on by the drops of my juices dripped my leg and you didn’t want to waste it. You reached your other hand down and ran it up my leg and covered it in me.
You kissed me and then brought your hand to my mouth and stuck those same wet fingers across my lips and I licked and sucked them clean. Then we kissed again harder this time. My pussy dripping more now, I could feel it more and more on my legs. We both looked down and my dress and those darn plastic beads wet and glistening now. Its like the moon was shining right down on us at my wetness shimmered for us. We looked back up and at each other. I knew what you always wanted to do when I was that wet. You wanted to touch other parts of me and I wanted your dick in those parts. I grabbed you to see how hard you were and you were ready for me. At that point you were tormented with desire, I could see you in your eyes and the throbbing of your cock. Before I was able to even get on my knees on that dirty floor you had turned me over and had my face smashed against the wall. The ghosts were for sure excited now since the passerby’s still hadn’t noticed our naked bodies intwined like tangled green, gold and pink beads like the ones on our own necks.
You were excited now. You grabbed my ass so hard and smacked it that I let out a “Yes baby, smack me harder.” You smacked me again and told me to be quiet and keep my face against the wall. I love when you boss me around so I listened because I’m a good girl. But, I thought about turning you on more and I told you to slap me again. You grabbed the tangled beads that were around my neck and pulled them towards you. I loved it. Then I felt it. That dick. I felt it in my ass. My tight but wet ass since you had finger fucked me so well a few minutes before. You slide in and out pulling those beads so hard! I couldn’t take it. My hands were up on the wall and my nails digging into the hard material that damn wall was made from. You were fucking my ass so well that I swear at that moment I could have climbed that wall. And I bet you would have followed me up the wall to keep fucking me like you were. You were hitting all my favorite spots, my body was shaking now, I felt like I could explode like an actual hand grenade. You kept telling me how tight my ass was and how much you loved to fuck it and fuck me on this dirty wall in this dirty alley.
In and out you still went slowly and then fast. When you came you pulled the beads so tight that I had to hold on to that wall. At that point I knew that half my nails were broken and so was my ass but I didn’t care! You turned around and we kissed again. You grabbed one of those wet beads off the ground and for some reason it was away from the rest. Like it wanted to stick out from the others. You put it around my neck, kissed me again and told me that I had earned these beads. I picked up my dress and pulled back up my sweaty, gravel stuck body and we walked back into the crowd. Now thats how you celebrate Mari Gras.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/91cf8q/mf_nolaup_in_my_ass